Dream Journey from Shaolin

Chapter 13 Two Chickens

"Juexin! Are you this?"

Tan Zong looked at the sneaky Jiang Ming, and his heart suddenly moved.
"Hey, master, as the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Look at what this is!"

Let’s talk, Jiang Ming gently placed the thing wrapped in the monk’s robe in his hand on the table, and then slowly opened the monk’s robe, two colorful pheasants appeared in the eyes of the monks,

"Juexin, did you go to the mountains to catch chickens?"

Sekong looked at the two dying "pheasants" who had been smothered to death, his eyes lit up,
Jiang Ming glanced at the frog that had been chopped in half on the table, and with a twist in his heart, he folded his hands and said sincerely:
"I know that the benefactor needs some nutrition, so I ventured to the mountain to catch two pheasants. Now that there are frogs, why not?"

Before Jiang Ming finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tan Zong raising his hand,
"Monks do more good deeds, don't stick to these small details, one frog is not enough, two chickens are also stewed!"

"Yes, Master, then leave it to me to handle it!"

After a bit of routine, Jiang Ming immediately happily took two chickens to deal with it.
Tan Zong shook his head with a smile, turned and left to take care of Wang Xiaohu,

After boiling water, bleeding, and blanching the chicken feathers, Jiang Ming skillfully cooked the two chickens, put one in the porridge with the frog and stewed it slowly, and the other was simply marinated, wrapped in yellow mud with lotus leaves, thrown into the stove,

"I said Juexin, I didn't expect you to be able to cook at such a young age, but why did you wrap the chicken in the mud and put it in the stove?"

The monks looked at Jiang Ming's skillful operation in the kitchen, and couldn't help expressing a burst of emotion.
"That's a chicken recipe, you'll find out after a while!"

If you have been single for 35 years, live alone, and are not particularly lazy, your cooking skills will definitely not be too bad.

Jiang Ming did not answer the monks' questions, but secretly sighed,
As time goes by, the pheasant meat and frog meat are gradually stewed and melted into the porridge, making the originally very bland porridge become crystal clear and thick, full of aroma,
The monks who have been in Shaolin Temple for many years and have never tasted the taste of meat, now smell the fragrant chicken and frog porridge, and feel the saliva in their mouths start to secrete crazily.
"Here, give it to Master!"

Jiang Ming filled a bowl of stewed chicken and frog porridge and handed it to one of the seniors.
When the senior brother was swallowing, carrying the porridge to the monk's house, the other monks in the kitchen all started to stare at the half of the chicken and frog porridge left in the pot.
"Hey, it's a pity that there is such a big pot of porridge left, and the benefactor probably won't be able to eat so much!"

Jiang Ming put the lid on the cauldron, shook his head and sighed,

"This pot of good porridge, it would be a pity to waste it!"

Sekong on the side licked his lips and said very reluctantly,

The other monks also nodded one after another, obviously agreeing with Shi Kong's statement,
Looking at the expressions of the monks, Jiang Ming didn't know what they were thinking. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised, and he pretended to say tentatively:
"Master just said that monks do more good deeds and don't have to stick to small details. Instead of letting this porridge go to waste, why don't you let the brothers bear some of the sins?"

All the monks immediately looked happy, and then clasped their hands together and said:
"Sin, sin, what a sin!"

Seeing all the seniors put on sets, Jiang Ming immediately opened the lid of the pot, filled a bowl, and handed it to Sekong first.

When Sekong was full of joy and ready to pick it up, Jiang Ming immediately shrank his hands and hid.
"I heard that senior brother Sekong has an original set of drunken stick techniques. I wonder if you have time to guide the younger brother?"

"Yes, yes, yes, just come to me whenever you have time!"

Se Kong snatched the porridge from Jiang Ming's hand, and dug a big spoonful into his mouth without caring about burning his mouth.

"Brother, I see that your marksmanship is very good..."

"Brother, I know you have a very good swordsmanship..."

In this way, Jiang Ming exchanged bowls of chicken and frog porridge for the promise of the senior brothers to pass on their unique skills to him in the future.
In three years, it is impossible for Jiang Ming to practice all the weapons of the [-]th class to perfection, but at least he must learn a general idea, so that he can slowly spend time polishing after leaving this world.

Every monk in Shaolin Temple has their own weapons they are good at, and they all have their own unique skills. The Qixing Mantis Boxing of the Tanzong is the most powerful, and the Sekong Drunken Stick is also a must.
So this time he went to the mountains to catch pheasants, on the one hand to save Wang Xiaohu, and on the other hand to use this opportunity to achieve his own goals,

Because through the plot of the movie he had seen before, he knew that all the monks, including Tanzong, didn't particularly care about the precepts of eating meat and drinking alcohol.
While all the monks were devouring the chicken and frog porridge, there was a loud shout,

"What are you doing?"

All the monks were startled, put down the porridge and stood up.
"Master!"

It turned out that Tanzong and the senior brother who had just delivered the porridge came back.

"I know I can eat it myself, have you thought about saving some for Master!"

Tanzong's words instantly made all the monks heave a sigh of relief.
And Jiang Ming, who had expected it for a long time, when he found Tanzong, he quietly filled two bowls of porridge and handed them over with a smile.

Tan Zong signaled all the monks to continue drinking the porridge, and he took the porridge handed over by Jiang Ming and drank it. As soon as he took the first sip, Tan Zong's eyes lit up. He hadn't eaten meat for many years. This is just a bowl of chicken and frog porridge. It actually made him feel like eating delicacies from mountains and seas,
"Master, fellow seniors, wait a moment, and I will prepare another dish for you!"

Jiang Ming gave a soft drink, and used a hook to pull out a burnt black oval object from the hole under the stove.

"Junior brother, can you still eat this? It's all burnt!"

"It's the first time I've seen a chicken baked in mud, what a novelty!"

Several monks looked at the black elliptical object, and discussed it in a hurry.

Jiang Ming didn't explain, picked up a piece of wood, and started beating the beggar chicken on the table lightly.
Pieces of burnt black loess began to fall off gradually, revealing some yellowed lotus leaves inside.
Peel off the lotus leaf, revealing the beggar's chicken dripping with golden chicken fat,
At the same time, a special fragrance accompanied by the fragrance of lotus leaves and grilled chicken permeated the whole kitchen in an instant.
The monks who were talking about it suddenly stopped their noise and focused all their eyes on the beggar chicken.
"Okay, Jiangsu's specialty snack called Huaji, please taste it, master and brothers!"

Jiang Ming pushed the beggar chicken wrapped in lotus leaves forward,

"Amitabha, the meat and wine pass through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep them in his heart!"

Tan Zong chanted the Buddha's name, first pulled off a chicken leg and stuffed it into Jiang Ming's mouth, and then signaled all the monks to do it together.
The pheasant, which was not big at all, was scrambled by all the monks. In less than a minute, even the bones disappeared.
"By the way, this is called Huaji, a Jiangsu snack. Where is Jiangsu? Why haven't we heard of it?"

Uh... It's the end of the Sui Dynasty, and it seems that there is no such thing as Jiangsu...

(End of this chapter)