The group of three went out and walked towards the market in the east of the city. After a short time, I saw a lot of bald heads in a pharmacy who were busy going in and out. The bags of medicinal herbs on the carriage were unloaded and carried into the shop.

"The poor monk has seen Ximen Gongzi, Miss Ximen, Duan Gongzi ......" A disciple who dreamed of the great monk saw the three people coming here, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Your master is already here?" Brother Beast touched his fluffy chin and asked as he poked his head into the pharmacy.

"I've been here a long time ago, and I said that if you come to Ximen Gongzi, you should go in quickly." The disciple said with a smile, but that smile looked a bit like schadenfreude.

"Got it, well, let's get in quickly." Brother Beast's face suddenly fell, and he walked in first with a depressed expression. And Ximen Chuchu, who was left behind, couldn't help but cover his lips and laugh lowly, looking quite excited.

"Why did the stinky boy come here? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Duan Shaojun followed behind the Ximen brothers and sisters, walked into the pharmacy that exuded the fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine, and saw the dream abbot sitting in the lobby of the pharmacy, and said to the beast brother with a blank face.

"Hey, hey, Uncle Monk, isn't the little nephew coming over early?" Brother Beast said flatteringly, bending over and squeezing out a lewd smile.

"Since you're here, don't talk nonsense, why don't you go and get out the big ding that boils porridge in the backyard?" The abbot glared at this guy, and his eyes fell on Ximen Chuchu and Duan Shaojun.

Seeing Duan Shaojun, who was dressed in a bearded clothes and became more and more handsome and chic, the abbot couldn't help but think a little about back then, how could he not be a handsome young man with high spirits, but unfortunately the years are urging people to get old.

When his eyes fell on Ximen Chuchu, the smile on the face of the abbot of Mengfu was so kind that it couldn't have been kinder: "My niece is here, come and sit here and rest." ”

"Uncle Monk, my niece is polite." Ximen Chuchu bowed obediently and said with a smile. "I don't know what medicinal materials my uncle lacks, if there is no here, my niece wrote to my father and asked him to buy some from Jingshi."

"It's okay, it's good if you have this heart. Duan Gongzi, how is the mountain? The abbot stroked his long beard and waved his hand disappreciatively, and then asked Duan Shaojun.

"It's okay, life is much more colorful than on the mountain...... No way! Before Duan Shaojun finished speaking, he saw a big tripod that had to be half a person tall, with a wide mouth diameter of at least one meter, and nearly two or three centimeters behind the wall.

"What do you mean?" Brother Beast Gui hugged the giant ding, and when he heard Duan Shaojun's exclamation, he couldn't help but stop and asked curiously.

"It means that I am very surprised, Brother Tai is afraid that this Ding must have more than 300 catties, right?" Duan Shaojun stammered a little and pointed to the giant Ding Dao who was still being held in the arms of the beast brother.

"This is not a ding, this is a stove, about four hundred catties, what do I do? Surprised? Brother Beast shook his head, savoring the essence of the word "I rely on" as he strode towards the outside of the shop.

"It is a copper stove used for soup kitchen, such a stove is not heavy, once my brother made Uncle Monk angry, Uncle Monk asked him to put the jack of the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the front yard, almost didn't make my brother tired and cry." Ximen Chuchu leaned closer and said with a smile, speaking of his brother's troubles, Ximen Chuchu's bright eyes bent into a lovely crescent.

"Are you sure your brother is a kiss?" Duan Shaojun couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead when he heard this, Muma, this is still a person? It looks like a man-bear, and even its strength looks like a beast. No matter how you look at it, there is an illusion that the humanoid giant ape is anti-ancestor.

"How do you speak? Of course, it's my own brother. Ximen Chuchu glared at Duan Shaojun angrily, his cute nose wrinkled, and he turned his head to help the apprentices of the abbot of the dream to tidy up the medicine cabinet.

"Duan Gongzi, please sit down, some of the medical theories I heard you say in the past, although they are different from what Lao Wei has learned, they can confirm each other today." The old monk's eyes fell on Duan Shaojun's body, and he said with a smile, his squinted old eyes and the chrysanthemum-like smile he looked like an old fox.

Duan Shaojun sat down on the futon on the side with a big red face, and watched the beast brother go out with a big iron stove again, and couldn't help but shake his head in admiration, and then he said contemptuously to the old thief: "Great monk, I was dragged here by the Ximen brothers and sisters today, but I don't have the spirit to fight with you. Besides, although the way of studying medicine is different, they are all based on saving people, why can't you let go of this hatred? ”

Meng Yu couldn't help but widen his eyes, and was about to say something, but because a patient came from outside the shop, he could only glare at Duan Shaojun stupidly, and put on the appearance of a monk who had attained the Tao and began to seek medical advice for the patient.

The four methods of traditional Chinese medicine are to look at and hear. It's easy to say, but it's hard to do, and the monk seems to be unlucky enough, and the first patient is a serious accumulation of food. Just because the goods snorted, revealing the indescribable smell that came, Duan Shaojun, who was standing not far away, frowned, and the great monk who bore the brunt of the dream almost rolled his eyes and fainted, and only after a while did he force the patient to give the patient a medicine to eliminate appetite and let him leave quickly.

"I said big monk, since you think it stinks, why don't you block it with something?" Duan Shaojun kindly reminded.

These words were suddenly exchanged for a vicious white eye in the dream. "Although Lao Wei is a monk, he is also a healer, could it be that when you let Lao Gao sit in the hall, you still have a handkerchief around your face? Others may think that Lao Wei is a thief monk who is waiting here to rob. ”

Hearing this, Duan Shaojun was directly happy. "I can't imagine that the great monk can say so many ways as soon as he hears the mask, could it be that when he was not a monk in his early years, he masked and pretended to be a thief and robbed all day long?"

"You stinky boy! Nonsense, believe it or not, Buddha, I picked your skin?! The abbot couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes, and shouted at Duan Shaojun, who was often angry with his old face, with a hideous chrysanthemum face.

"Calm, calm, and boasting that he is a high-ranking monk. It's just that I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, it's better to go and watch Miss Simon sort out the medicinal herbs to be pleasing to the eye. Duan Shaojun rolled his eyes and walked away with his hands.

"You! …… Amitabha, why did you commit the precept of anger again, could it be that the old man and this cheap stinky boy can't clash with each other? The abbot hurriedly folded his hands and announced the Buddha's number.

"Bad guy, did you make Uncle Shang angry?" Ximen Chuchu, who was neatly sorting out the classification of medicinal materials, turned his face sideways and said a little funny.

"How can it, it's just that I'm discussing Buddhism with the great monk, who knows that this old guy can't talk about me, and he is actually annoyed and angry, alas...... It seems that this great monk is not calm enough. Duan Shaojun looked dignified.

"Really? Why do I think you're lying again? Scoundrel. After looking at Duan Shaojun suspiciously, Ximen Chu said with certainty.

“…… I found that the disciples of the great monk don't seem to have any strength to do any work, and your brother is all moving here and there. Duan Shaojun yawned boredly, looking at the beast brother who was walking with a bag of rice on his shoulders and a bag of rice under his armpits, he couldn't help but admire that this guy not only had great strength, but also had good endurance.

"It's okay, he's used to it, my father thought my brother was a big fat man, lazy and greedy, so he specially let him go up the mountain, I wanted him to worship Uncle Shang as a teacher, but I didn't want to, a year later, people are not fat, but they are very naughty, and they are not in shape. The monk and uncle all shook their heads, only willing to teach, but unwilling to let him apprentice, saying that people like my brother are ...... even if they are lay disciples."