The secret lies in this chicken soup?
Huikong's words really confused Mu Yangzi and Zhao Ding.
What’s the mystery behind this half bowl of chicken soup?
Both of them were looking at the half bowl of chicken soup on the stone table.
But I can't see why.
This chicken soup looks very ordinary no matter how you look at it.
At most it's quite fragrant.
Mu Yangzi and Zhao Ding, two masters who have long been out of touch with the world, have their index fingers moved and want to take a sip and taste it.
But apart from the aroma, there seems to be nothing special about this chicken soup.
Zhao Ding looked at Huikong with a puzzled look.
"Master Huikong, what's the mystery of this chicken soup?"
Huikong smiled faintly and pointed at the half bowl of chicken soup.
"Obviously, this is leftover chicken soup from a bowl."
Zhao Ding ""
Mu Yangzi ""
Everyone can see this, right?
Do you still need to say it?
"But do you two know who drank the leftovers?"
Zhao Ding and Mu Yangzi looked at each other.
"Um, it should be the leftovers from Mr. Ye's drink, right?"
Mu Yangzi said.
"good!"
Huikong nodded.
"This is the chicken soup left by the Holy Son."
Zhao Ding scratched his head, "Even if this is the leftover chicken soup Mr. Ye drank, what's the mystery behind it?"
Mu Yangzi was also a little unable to hold himself tight.
"Master Huikong, since you have already seen Mr. Ye's arrangement, you'd better tell us directly and don't beat around the bush."
Huikong felt helpless.
He originally wanted to make some subtle moves and let the two of them discover the mystery left behind by the Holy Son.
pity.
Very poor understanding!
I had already said everything to this point, but these two people still didn't understand.
"Amitabha, after following the Holy Son for so long, it turns out that my wisdom, Huikong, has already surpassed that of many people."
Huikong felt that he must have followed Ye Qingyun for too long, and his understanding of all Ye Qingyun's words and deeds had already reached a level of proficiency.
Ordinary people can't understand Ye Qingyun's words and deeds, but Huikong can.
The profound meaning that ordinary people cannot see, only Huikong can understand immediately.
"The Holy Son almost never has anything left over from his daily meals and drinks."
"And today, the Holy Son only drank half of this bowl of extremely delicious chicken soup, leaving only half of it."
"This is why the Holy Son deliberately stayed here to wait for your arrival, City Master Zhao."
Huikong said seriously.
I thought to myself, Lao Zhao, you should be more careful. The Holy Son has already done this, and you are too stupid to see it.
well!
Zhao Ding looked at the half bowl of chicken soup with a look of astonishment.
"Master Huikong, you mean that Mr. Ye knew that I would come here for the saint's affairs, so he left this half bowl of chicken soup."
"good!"
"Could this half bowl of chicken soup be the key to healing my Mohist saint!"
"That's so good! City Lord Zhao, you finally understand!"
Huikong smiled.
Mu Yangzi's face twitched and he glanced sideways at Huikong.
Do you think that for such a simple thing, you can just say no at the beginning?
It doesn't have to be so complicated.
Do all monks like to talk like this?
Things that can be explained clearly in a few sentences must be made mysterious.
Zhao Ding still doesn't quite understand.
"Um, Mr. Ye, does he want me, the saint of the Mo family, to drink this half bowl of chicken soup?"
"City Lord Zhao."
Huikong glanced at Zhao Ding.
"This is the leftover chicken soup the Holy Son drank. It's a great opportunity."
"You have to know that if this half bowl of chicken soup were placed in the four realms, countless people would want to have a taste."
"How could the Holy Son be so generous if it wasn't for his friendship with you, City Master Zhao?"
When Zhao Ding heard this, his expression became solemn.
He quickly picked up the half bowl of chicken soup from the stone table with both hands.
That's called being cautious.
"Thank you Mr. Ye!"
Zhao Ding held half a bowl of chicken soup and bowed deeply to the house not far away.
Then, Zhao Ding turned around and nodded to Mu Yangzi and Huikong.
"Go ahead, don't let the Holy Son's hard work go down."
Huikong warned.
"Zhao is going too!"
Zhao Ding just held half a bowl of chicken soup and flew away.
Along the way, Zhao Ding was nervous and apprehensive.
The hands holding the chicken soup did not dare to shake at all.
I'm afraid that even a little bit of this precious chicken soup will be spilled.
This is the leftover chicken soup that Ye Gaoren drank.
Although it sounds a bit confusing.
But what kind of existence is Ye Gaoren?
If he drank the leftover chicken soup, it was definitely a great opportunity.
Moreover, at this juncture, Ye Gaoren still
Specially reserved for myself.
He must be able to help his Mohist saint.
To be continued...