After leaving the Shaolin Temple, Meng Xiuyuan never traveled far again.

He gathered his energy and slowly walked down the mountain road to the unknown village at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

In that familiar little hut, Meng Xiuyuan spent the last part of his life.

For a few days, Meng Xiuyuan sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated, calming his mind and calming his nerves.

Until noon that day, something suddenly moved in his heart, and he knew that the time had come.

When he opened his eyes and raised his head, he saw a pure white light shining in the room, coming straight towards him.

In the soft light, Meng Xiuyuan quickly lost control of his body.

Meng Xiuyuan, who had experienced this process once, no longer found it strange. After a few days of meditation and adjustment, he was fully prepared to face the next world.

Finally, he reluctantly glanced at the rough iron sword beside him that had been with him for more than ten years, and said "goodbye" to the world. Meng Xiuyuan then let go of his thoughts and waited for reincarnation.

But the next moment, he was suddenly shocked, and he immediately woke up from this peaceful state.

The true energy was extinguished, the flesh and blood melted, and the body disintegrated at an extremely fast speed. This process was exactly the same as when he traveled through the previous life, and nothing changed.

But at this time, Meng Xiuyuan had been able to "see" a lot more because of the "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra" that had warmed his spirit for a long time.

The skin, bones, meridians, and muscles were dismantled one by one by the white light without any loss, and were eventually transformed into the essence of the original energy.

The whole process unfolded before Meng Xiuyuan's eyes, like a live teaching that was so mysterious that it was difficult to describe, telling Meng Xiuyuan the mysteries of the human body.

At this point, Meng Xiuyuan didn't know how valuable such an experience was. He immediately concentrated his mind and carefully felt the process of his body being dismantled, not wanting to let go of anything.

It is a pity that Meng Xiuyuan's "enlightenment state" cannot be activated under this situation. With his own limited consciousness, he can only see flowers in the mist or the moon in the water, and it is difficult to see clearly.

When the body finally melted and the white light gradually dimmed, Meng Xiuyuan only remembered one-tenth of the secret.

But even so, he was quite excited in his heart. He felt that he had benefited immensely from practicing body training, far more than the sum of all the magical skills and secrets he had obtained in the past.

Just when Meng Xiuyuan subconsciously wanted to sort out this knowledge and integrate it with his existing "Physical Fitness Technique", his consciousness quickly became blurred.

The next moment, the essence of vitality accumulated in the two lifetimes transformed together with the soul and turned into rainbow light, shining directly into the sky.

During the whole process, there were many vague voices thanking him.

Most of them thanked him for preventing a Song-Liao war, so that many innocent people in the world were able to survive, and did not have to be trampled by horse hooves and the disaster of war.

After every word of thanks, Meng Xiuyuan felt that he had gained something insignificant. Added up, it can be regarded as adding up to a lot.

Until these sounds gradually faded away, and then there was another long and hazy dream.

…

In the second year of Daye of Sui Dynasty, Jiangnan.

To the east of Poyang Lake and at the west end of the Zhejiang River, there is a large town called Cuishan. There are about more than 2,000 households in it. The population is quite prosperous. Stone bridges and tiled houses are lined up in rows, giving it the appearance of a prosperous water town.

At the east end of the town, there is a small restaurant with a booming business.

It had just reached noon, and the house was already full, the diners were noisy, and the house was filled with the aroma of food.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, why don't you see Brother Meng today, but you are doing the work by yourself?"

A customer walked in and saw the boss's wife who was already very busy and turned pale. He couldn't help but ask subconsciously.

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhang quickly waved her hand, making a silent gesture, and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

The obvious meaning was to ask the guest to keep his voice down so as not to disturb the boss who was cooking.

Everyone here is a familiar customer and knows everything about it. When the person next to him saw this situation, he couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"If you ask me, your boss must be too mean to others. He only lets his children work hard every day without paying them any wages.

Brother Meng couldn't bear to drink blood and skin like this, so he ran away secretly last night..."

"fart!"

A low shout came, and a skinny, short old man walked out of the kitchen with a sullen face, holding a hot bowl of rice in his hand and delivering it to the guest's table. His words were quite dissatisfied:

"Isn't my treatment of that boy good enough?

A few days ago, officers and soldiers came again to recruit people to build the canal, including women and children. It was only because I paid him 3,000 yuan that he was exempted from corvee labor.

Calculated at fifty dollars a month, it would take him five years to pay me back..."

The guest didn't feel angry when he heard his scolding, but he was surprised and made fun of him with strange words:

"I said, Lao Zhang, you are really unkind. Five strings of money a month can be considered wages. It is not even enough pocket money.

Although Brother Meng is not old, he is smart and neat in doing things, no worse than adults..."

In the Sui Dynasty, it was five bahts and ten bahts per string. Even in this small town, the salary of twenty bahts a month was considered quite meager, let alone only five bahts.

After several months of contact, the townspeople here are quite fond of the little boy with a handsome and cute face and an easy-going and gentle personality. They can't bear to see the black-hearted boss squeezing him so much, so they couldn't help but echoed:

"That makes sense, Lao Zhang, you're almost done.

Why don't you look at how much the business in your little restaurant has improved since Brother Meng came?

If he hadn't been so smart at a young age and improved the taste of your food, would so many people come to eat it?"

"That's right, don't go too far in life.

Last time, Lao Zhang, when you were sick and couldn't get up, Brother Meng took care of the cooking for you. His skills were really incredible.

Lao Zhang, if you don't be nice to Brother Meng, he might even open a restaurant next to your house after staying there for a few years.

By then, we will all go to his place to eat and won’t take care of your business..."

Such words came one after another, which made the skinny old man immediately feel embarrassed, and he couldn't help but responded angrily:

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You people are really talking nonsense with your eyes open.

The officers and soldiers outside arrested people for corvee service every three days.

Either to build the city or to build the river, a group of Wuyangyang people were driven away and disappeared.

Last winter, if I hadn't been kind enough to take this boy in, he, a little homeless man, would have been taken to a construction site and died of exhaustion long ago. How could he still have such a good life without worrying about food and drink?!"

After saying this, the old man Zhang's face turned red from holding back his words. He paused for a moment, then spoke again:

"Furthermore, when it comes to cooking skills, I, Lao Zhang, take second place. Who dares to take first place again?

What about Tuanyou rice, Qingfeng rice, Yujing rice? I, Lao Zhang, are not good at any of them.

Huh, I just thought that guy's technique was interesting, so I tried selling it for a few days.

From tomorrow onwards, all these messy things will no longer be sold. We will only sell my three kinds of rice as before..."

When all the diners saw this, although they did not sneer at the old Zhang who had obviously broken his guard out of kindness, they couldn't help but snickered secretly. They just thought that this stingy old man was a tough talker, so how could he really let it go? Give up these new money-making dishes.

However, after the laughter, the atmosphere in the restaurant quickly cooled down.

When these diners heard Lao Zhang mention the matter of officers and soldiers arresting people for corvee service, all of them had a deep understanding of it and were quite moved in their hearts.

The diners who can sit and eat in this small restaurant now, no matter how rich they are, can be considered to be living a decent life.

But even so, the various exorbitant taxes and levies in the past two years have greatly affected their lives.

I heard that the emperor will lead an army to the outside of the Great Wall next year and rebuild the Great Wall. I don’t know how much money those officers and soldiers will have to collect before he gives up.

Thinking of this, the diners couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts. Even the delicious food in front of them lost their taste.

For a moment, there was a sound of lamentation in the hall.

There was only an inconspicuous old man in the corner, slowly tasting the food in front of him. He didn't care what these townspeople said or did, he was immersed in the enjoyment of the food, with a smile on his face.

After a while, when the restaurant became noisy again, the skinny boss Zhang dragged his wife aside, frowned and asked her in a low voice:

"What about that kid? Why don't you see him come to work?

Huh, I looked very diligent when I first came here, but within just a few months, I'm already showing my laziness?!

In the evening, I will scold him well and tell him to get out the next time..."

Before the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by his wife:

"Okay, don't try to show off your power to a child.

Brother Meng was sick, so I asked him to rest for a day.

As you know, he was always the first to get up in the morning and collect the ingredients for the day in the backyard. This morning I saw no sign of him when I got up, so I went to his room to look for him.

Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw this child sitting on the ground, shirtless, with steam all over his body, as if burning charcoal.

I asked him what was wrong, and he just said that he had a fever, and he had been covered in bed for a long time, and wanted to come out to cool off.

Tell me, how can a child who is usually very clever do such a stupid thing..."

At this point, Mrs. Zhang secretly glanced at her husband and saw that his expression was acceptable, so she dared to continue:

"So I asked him to have a good rest in the house, and asked Yongzi to invite a doctor to come and see him and prescribe him two doses of medicine..."

"snort!"

Before Mrs. Zhang finished speaking, she heard Lao Zhang snort, obviously quite dissatisfied.

But then, the short and thin old man didn't say anything. He just glared at his wife, then turned around and headed towards the kitchen again.
To be continued...