The short and fat monk looked at Long Junhai, then at the other two monks, and then said, "Second Junior Brother, Third Junior Brother, what do you think of this kid?"
"Well, he seems quite clever, but I don't know his true level."
"But it seems that our Tianlei Temple is really lacking a good cook. If we had a cook, we wouldn't have to work so hard to cook for ourselves."
The tall and thin one is the second junior brother, he thinks Long Junhai is good, the burly and strong one is the third junior brother, he thinks Long Junhai is also good.
The short and fat monk nodded and said, "In that case, let's take him to Tianlei Temple. But you have to know that you are going to be a monk, not to play at Tianlei Temple. You must know that only those who endure hardships can become the best. By the way, what is your specialty?"
The short and fat monk is the eldest brother. He has no other hobbies in his life except eating good food!
Long Junhai smiled and said, "I'm hardworking and my best dishes are white meatballs, red meatballs, four-happiness meatballs, roast duck, roast bear paws, roast deer tails, braised spareribs, and braised pork elbows..."
Long Junhai named dozens of dishes in one breath, and the three monks were stunned. Although they had basically never eaten the things Long Junhai mentioned, they felt that they must be delicious just by hearing the name!
"Okay! It's your turn! Come with us!"
The short and fat monk swung his sleeves, and Long Junhai felt dizzy and fell asleep the next moment. He didn't know how long it took, but when he woke up, he found himself in a shabby room. There was no one in the room, and it looked messy.
Long Junhai got off the bed and saw the murals and some tattered Buddhist scriptures around him. He knew that he must have entered a temple. This should be the Tianlei Temple that the fat monk mentioned.
Pushing open the door, Long Junhai saw several young monks in tattered clothes sweeping the floor, while the rest of the older monks were practicing martial arts in the open space. There was the sound of wooden fish being struck in the hall in front, which was done by several elderly monks.
"You're awake. The abbot has been waiting for a long time. Come with me."
The little monk sweeping the floor at the door greeted Long Junhai and then took him to the main hall in front.
"Abbot, I have brought the person here." The little monk said respectfully at the door.
"I know. Go ahead and get busy."
The sound of the wooden fish in the hall stopped immediately, and an old man with a white beard walked out. The cassock on his body was quite good, at least there were no patches on it. This should be the abbot.
"You are the disciple HP found, right? Come in with me."
The old monk brought Long Junhai into the main hall. At this time, Long Junhai saw that the other three monks he had met were also here, but they all had sad faces and looked very unhappy.
"Let me introduce you. This short and fat monk is Hui Pu, my eldest disciple who has followed me the longest. The tall and thin one is my second disciple Hui En. The man with a big beard and a strong build next to him is my third disciple Hui Kong. And you are the third generation disciple of Tianlei Temple, that is, a disciple of the Wu generation. So I will call you Wu Kong?" asked the old monk with a smile.
Long Junhai was stunned when he heard this. The name Wukong was not so easy to come up with, so he quickly said, "Master Abbot, if we call him Wukong, then he has the same character as Third Uncle. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
"Oh, yes, then your name is Wuneng, right?" the old monk asked again.
Upon hearing this, Long Junhai felt that it would be better to call him Wukong, so he quickly said, "Master Abbot, monks do not lie. The word 'Neng' in 'Wuneng' is too broad. I don't think I can bear it. So, how about changing it to another one?"
"Well, you are right. Then your name should be Wujing?" the old monk asked again.
Hearing this, Long Junhai was speechless, wondering if this old monk had studied Journey to the West specifically. How could he have given himself such a name?
"Master Abbot, your method of naming is really amazing, but the word Wujing is also too broad. You know, a monk's six pure bamboo roots are pure. If he can understand the word "pure" as soon as he enters the door, wouldn't he be transcending the mundane world? So I think you should give me a more popular name?" Long Junhai said pleadingly.
The old monk was stunned for a moment, then said, "You are quite intelligent! In that case, I will call you Wufan."
"Well, he's become Sun Wukong's son again. Well, it's a more common name after all, so let's call him Wufan." Long Junhai said with a wry smile.
"From now on, you can no longer use your previous name. You will be Wufan, enlightened to the mundane world, transcending the mundane world, like a monk with six pure roots. First, I will shave off your three thousand strands of troubled hair."
After the old monk finished speaking, he waved his hand. At this time, the short and fat monk HP immediately came over with a razor in his hand and smiled.
"Master, please!" Monk Huipu offered it with both hands very respectfully.
But the old monk snorted coldly and said, "You're doing these sneaky things all day long. It really damages the reputation of our Tianlei Temple! If you do things that embarrass me again, I will break your legs!"
"Master, you just broke the precepts. You were scolding the eldest brother!" Second brother Huien said in a low voice.
"Bullshit! I'm teaching him a lesson! You've been cheating for food and drink all day without any knowledge! I asked you to teach some third-generation disciples, but what else have you taught them besides swords, guns, sticks and clubs? Until now, they seem like a bunch of trash, unable to even exorcise demons and defend the way! If this continues, our Tianlei Temple will have no incense offerings!" The old monk's temper exploded in an instant, and the three disciples were trembling with fear.
Long Junhai felt amused. This old monk looked kind, but he turned into a bandit as soon as he spoke!
"Master is absolutely right! The eldest brother deserves to be scolded and beaten! Who told him to secretly hide two pounds of dog meat without giving it to the master first? Tell me, is such a disciple acceptable?" The third and second junior brothers immediately told the story of the dog meat.
Upon hearing this, the old monk became even more furious. He immediately went to the door and fetched his Zen staff, then shouted loudly, "I'm going to beat you to death, you good-for-nothing!"
"Master, please spare me! This is truly not my fault! The reason I hid the dog meat was because I wanted to wait until late at night to offer it to you alone. Otherwise, you would definitely not be able to resist sharing such a good thing with us. This is two pounds of dog meat. Master, please weigh it. It's definitely not missing a cent!"
The eldest brother Huipu immediately took out the dog meat hidden on his body and handed it to the old abbot.
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