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Chapter 389
The next day, after Stephen Zhou and Zhang Jin had arranged their business and life matters, they took a plane and set off for Hunan, the mainland, to find the Chinese culinary training academy that Tang Niu was talking about.

Sister Turkey wanted to take care of Stephen Zhou with her as in the original plot, but was declined by the other party.

Zhang Jin didn't quite understand this either. Sister Turkey regained her beautiful appearance in advance, and her personality was more ladylike than before. Why did she still fail to win Stephen Zhou despite her active pursuit?
After much deliberation, the only explanation is that the two of them have not experienced the life and death in the original plot, and their relationship has not been sublimated.

However, Zhang Jin didn't want to interfere too much with the relationship between the two of them. He wasn't a Yuelao and didn't want to be a matchmaker.Although he does have a special reward ability called [Yuelao Red Rope], it is not appropriate to use it on the two of them.

If Stephen Zhou really doesn't have any love thoughts about Sister Turkey, let alone a minute of love time, even an hour is useless.

After the effect is over, both parties will still return to the position of friends, and may even feel extremely awkward because of this sudden relationship, causing both parties to be unable to face each other, so that they can't even be friends.

After several hours of planes, trains and buses, the two finally managed to get lost next to a village in a corner of Hunan.

Although Zhang Jin's Mandarin is much better than Stephen Chow's, it only works well in towns. The residents in the village basically speak dialects. There is no difference between chatting with villagers in Mandarin and Cantonese. Anyway, both sides can't understand. Confused.

But fortunately, Chinese characters can also be used for written communication. This matter is naturally handed over to Zhang Jin, because Stephen Zhou can't write simplified characters.

It's just that even if they could communicate smoothly, the two still failed to find the address of the Chinese Culinary Training Institute from the villagers.

Of course Zhang Jin knew the reason, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he could only throw the blame on Tang Niu, saying that the other party lied to them, and maybe there was never a Chinese culinary training academy.

Stephen Zhou, who was unfamiliar with the place of life, had no choice but to make a long-distance call from Hong Kong Island to Goose Head.

"Oh, stop talking so much nonsense, Jin Zai and I can't find where the China Culinary Training Institute is now, is the address you gave real?"

"No, I've checked it, you can look it up again!" The goose-headed guy's voice came from the phone with affirmation.

Stephen said with an unhappy face on Monday: "What are you looking for? There is everything here. There are toilets, Shaolin Temple, and qigong training, but there is no Chinese Culinary Training Academy!"

"Impossible, Dasha's younger sister's mother's mother's elder brother's children are here, everyone said yes, he said there must be, why don't you come back first?"

"I ran all the way here, took the plane and the train, and took the overcrowded bus to and fro on the dirt road in the mountain. I can only go to Hong Kong Island empty-handed?" Stephen Zhou yelled, "Go back to you! Find out the exact address for me, or believe it or not, I will learn Qigong here, and I will curse your whole family every day after I go back. what!"

"Qigong is used to curse? Isn't it the same as the internal force as shown in the TV series?" Goose-headed man said very surprised.

Stephen Zhou gritted his teeth and said: "Your old mother! Damn! I'm talking about asking you to find out the address. What kind of internal force are you talking to me about? Believe it or not, I will go to Shaolin Temple to study after I finish my qigong. Are you flying to the sky? You bastard!"

After saying this, he slammed down the phone vigorously.

"Knowing that it's only one month, and the time is so tight, why not get me an airplane! Can't you do something serious? Really!"

"Come on, drink a bottle of Coke to calm down." Zhang Jin handed over a bottle of Coke.

Stephen Zhou took the Coke and unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp. The taste of the carbonated drink finally made him feel much more comfortable.

Zhang Jin also took a bottle of Coke for himself from his backpack. Before he could unscrew it, he suddenly saw a plainly dressed man in Jiefang shoes and a peaked cap riding a [-]-bar bicycle towards him. Come.

He couldn't help frowning slightly, the person who came was none other than the killer sent by Boss Cao and Tang Niu in the movie!
Now there are two options in front of him, first, defeat the killer and rescue Stephen Zhou, find the Shaolin Temple with Stephen Zhou, and defeat the Eighteen Bronze Men to complete the first-level challenge task.Second, let the killer kill Stephen Zhou, which can reduce one competitor of the God of Cookery, but without Stephen Zhou leading the way, it is very likely that they will not be able to find the Shaolin Temple in Hunan, and they will not be able to complete the first-level challenge task.

"This place is too hard to find. Hey, are you listening to me? What are you looking at?" Stephen Zhou turned his head curiously when he saw Zhang Jin staring behind him.

The killer behind him also dropped his bicycle and walked towards the two of them slowly, his hands already in his pockets, ready to draw out his pistol at any time.

"Look! There are flying saucers!" Zhang Jin suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted.

Although it was a lame excuse and poor acting, it still deceived Stephen Zhou and the killer's attention.

Taking advantage of neither of them paying attention, Zhang Jin dodged behind Stephen Zhou, kicked the killer flying with a roundabout kick, and fell down the hillside beside the road.

"No, hey, where is the flying saucer? Where is the person?" Stephen Zhou turned around and found that Zhang Jin was gone, and quickly turned to look for it, "Hey, why did you suddenly run behind me?"

"It's nothing, the air behind you is better." Zhang Jin said casually.

"Really? Hey, there was a person behind me just now, did you see that?"

"Who is there? No! Did you read it wrong?"

"How is it possible, there are obviously people there." Stephen Zhou turned his head to look at the villagers next to him, and communicated with each other with gestures and gestures, "Uncle, did you see a person standing here just now?"

The villagers wrote a few words on paper and handed it to him.

Stephen Zhou handed the paper to Zhang Jin and asked, "What's written on it?"

Zhang Jin looked at the content on the paper, and couldn't help turning his head to glance at the villagers. Xindao brother was quite honest.It was written in simplified characters on the paper: The person behind you was kicked by your friend and flew down the hillside.

Fortunately, the font was scribbled, and Stephen Zhou could barely recognize the words "You, Ren, Yi, Xia, Le".

Zhang Jin explained: "Uh... it says there is no one behind you."

"Then what do the words 'one, one, one' mean?" Stephen Zhou asked, pointing to the second half of the sentence.

"It means you are very handsome. I have never seen you so handsome in the countryside."

"It's recognized that I'm handsome, so he has good vision! Wait, you seem to have said a few more words, are you sure you mean it?"

"Of course, he wrote it in classical Chinese, do you understand classical Chinese?"

"don't know."

"That's right, classical Chinese is to express the most meaning with the fewest words."

Stephen Zhou suddenly realized: "Interesting, this is a cultural person!"

After resting for a while, Zhang Jin offered to take a look around. Anyway, there would be no new news from the goose-headed man for a while.

Stephen Zhou didn't object, and followed him forward while drinking the rest of the Coke.

The two hadn't gone far when they suddenly heard a rush of car horns behind them. They turned their heads and saw a dirty blue pickup truck approaching at high speed, with no intention of slowing down at all!
Stephen Zhou hurriedly stepped aside, cursing in his mouth: "Damn it! Hurry up and reincarnate! It's really... ah——"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Jin turned his head to look, and saw a yellow figure rolling down the hillside with a grunt. The speed was so fast that he had no time to react, and could only watch helplessly as the figure rolled further and further away.

"I'm going, is this the storyline killing? Without the killer, Stephen Zhou is still rolling down the hillside, and is destined to embark on the road to return to the position of the God of Cookery!" Zhang Jin was stunned.

After a short shock, he quickly reacted and chased in the direction where Stephen Zhou rolled down the hillside.

"Master Xing, wait for me, I want to go to Shaolin Temple too!"

Stephen Zhou rolled down like a rubber ball, his yellow coat fell off halfway, and he didn't know how long he rolled, and finally stopped.

He wanted to struggle to get up, but his head was dizzy for a while, his stomach was nauseated, and he couldn't use any strength at all.

"vomit!"

After lying on the ground for a long time, Stephen Zhou suddenly heard a familiar voice, and then his body was turned over, and Zhang Jin's face was in front of his eyes.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Damn! What do you think... Ugh!"

Looking at Stephen Zhou who had fainted, Zhang Jin looked up and looked around, and suddenly saw a spire a few minutes above the dense forest on the left hand side.

Could it be that there is Hunan Shaolin Temple? !
Adhering to the attitude of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Zhang Jin carried Stephen Zhou with one hand and walked over there. He overcame thorns and thorns along the way, tearing his hands and kicking his feet. Finally, he opened a road in this wilderness and came to the tower. place.

"Shaolin Temple!" Looking at the plaque at the door, Zhang Jin was speechless.

At this time, an old monk in cassock, with Buddhist beads hanging on his chest and a monk's hat suddenly appeared at the gate of the temple.

"Amitabha! You have a predestined relationship with the Buddha because of the Yiziji. Please come in, two benefactors."

"You are the master of nocturnal emissions, right?" Zhang Jin looked at this narrow-minded face.

"Amitabha, the benefactor really has wisdom eyes, I can see that you are not human at a glance!"

"Huh?!" Zhang Jin was stunned for a moment, then blinked, Master Xin Dao Meng Yi, do you want to act as Fa Hai?

"Sorry, I missed a word. In fact, I want to say that you are not an ordinary person."

"...This seems to have missed two words?" Stephen Zhou, who had been in a coma, suddenly said.

"..." Master Mengyi said expressionlessly, "Do you still want to come in and rest?"

"Of course I want to!" Stephen Zhou said, "I didn't see my injuries!"

"When did you wake up?" Zhang Jin asked in surprise.

At the same time, I secretly said in my heart that the karma of offending the abbot was still taken away by you, admiration!
Stephen Zhou shook his head helplessly and said, "I don't want to wake up either, but this bald... Master has been rambling all along, I really can't help it! Sigh! It's all his fault!"

"..." Zhang Jin was speechless, probably the other party was pretending to be dizzy at first, "Then I will let you down, can you go by yourself?"

"It's okay to walk a few steps." Stephen Zhou nodded, "Sexy... No, it's Master Nocturnal Nocturnal Nocturnal Nocturnal, can you let us go in and rest? By the way, bandage the wound, I'm in pain all over my body right now what!"

"Two benefactors, please come in!" Master Mengyi smiled.

Zhang Jin helped Stephen Zhou into the monastery, Master Mengyi arranged rooms for both of them, and then detoxified Stephen Zhou himself.

A few minutes later, Stephen Zhou's scolding voice suddenly sounded in the next room.

"Go away!"

Zhang Jin knew what was going on without looking at it. Not long after, Stephen Zhou ran into his room in a panic, and said with a look of disgust: "The master of the nocturnal legacy said he was helping me detoxify, and he wanted to suck me with his mouth! There, it's really perverted!"

Before Zhang Jin opened his mouth to remind him, a young monk passing by came in and said, "This time you are in big trouble, the abbot hates narrow-mindedness..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure of Master Nocturnal Remnant suddenly flashed behind the little monk, and he struck out with both palms, directly knocking the little monk into the room, passing between Zhang Jin and Stephen Zhou, and slamming into the opposite person hard. on the wall.

"I hate it when people speak ill of me behind my back!" Master Mengyi said blankly, and then left with the wind.

Stephen Zhou's eyes widened in horror, looking at the little monk by the wall who was bleeding from all seven orifices, with cold sweat on his forehead!
"It's a good thing he didn't hear me, otherwise I would be the one who died, not this little monk!"

Zhang Jin comforted: "It's okay, don't take it to heart, it can be seen that Master Mengyi treats you differently."

"Huh!?" Stephen Zhou put his hands on his shoulders subconsciously to cover his chest.

"Ahem..." Suddenly, the little monk by the wall coughed a few times, slowly opened his eyes, and stood up from the ground.

Stephen said with an unbelievable expression on Monday: "Little master, are you alive?"

"It's okay, just get used to it."

"Then are your injuries serious?"

"It's not serious, just a few broken ribs, and some internal injuries due to the vibration. It will be fine after a few months of recuperation. Ahem... This is a lesson, and I can't make the same mistake again in the future!" The little monk wiped the blood with his sleeve He walked out of the room slowly.

It wasn't until the little monk walked out in a faltering pace that Stephen Zhou looked back and said to Zhang Jin: "Did you see it! It's really dangerous here! Such a change..." He suddenly covered his mouth, "No, we have to hurry up Leave. I have a feeling that if I don't leave, I'm afraid life will be very difficult in the future. If I continue to stay, I will either lose my virginity or die!"

Stephen Zhou looked at Zhang Jin who was still standing there, and urged, "What are you still doing in a daze, pack up and leave!"

Zhang Jin said: "How do we go? Look at the abbot's martial arts skills, and he is in broad daylight. Can we escape?"

The Eighteenth Bronze Man hasn't won yet, and the first-level challenge task of fishing for juice hasn't been done yet, so how could he leave now!

Stephen Zhou nodded and said, "What you said makes sense, then let's take a short break and wait until it gets dark before running away!"

In the anxious waiting, the time finally came to midnight.

After making sure that everyone in the temple was sleeping peacefully, Stephen Zhou led Zhang Jin quietly towards the gate of the temple.

During the day, the two of them used the excuse of admiring the scenery of the temple to find out the layout of the entire temple. The escape route was carefully designed to ensure that they would not meet anyone on the way.

(End of this chapter)