Mingshan's waist was almost bent to his toes, and he only hoped that Puji would look him in the eyes. Unfortunately, no matter how he performed, Monk Puji was only slightly interested in Lin Su, who had commented on Caomu Dan.

Lin Su clasped his hands and said nothing. Being still young, he was not sure what Puji's words meant. Discussion? Or warning?

The monk in white clothes who was refining the elixir saw Puji at the door and greeted him with joy: "Master, you are here just in time. I have just refined the furnace of grass and wood elixirs and are about to open the furnace. Please inspect it, master."

But Puji asked with a straight face: "It's such a hot day, why don't you invite all the junior brothers to come into the house? I asked them to bring some herbs for you to make elixirs, but you let them expose them to the sun for half a day, how can you bear it?"

The monk in white sternly said to Mingshan and others: "Mingfang is so absorbed in alchemy that he didn't know that all the junior brothers are coming. It's really a sin. Please come into the house. Mingfang will prepare some summer tea for the junior brothers to quench their thirst."

"Senior brother, you're welcome." Mingshan said politely.

Lin Suxin explained that Monk Fang knew how to be a good person. Normally, monks would become resentful if they were reprimanded by their master for such things. They would even hold grudges against Ming Ming, but Ming Fang was full of sincerity and his eyes were as clear as water, which showed that he had a broad mind.

Mingfang poured tea for Mingshan and others one by one to apologize, and the color of Puji was better. He didn't care about the hot alchemy stove, and said to Lin Su: "The idea that the young master just mentioned is a bit biased from that of the poor monk. You might as well take a guess.

Guess how many grass and wood pills are in this furnace."

Hearing this, Lin Su didn't know how to talk to him. Puji was a senior, but he was "playing games" with a junior like him. He really didn't understand what it meant. Ming Fang became interested and asked curiously: "This junior brother also understands

Alchemy?"

Mingshan did not want to give up the opportunity to show his face in front of his senior brother and uncle, and said in a kind and respectful manner: "Returning to my senior brother, junior brother Mingzheng has been fascinated by the story of the storyteller under the overpass since he was a child. He often thought that he was the big character in the story.

Xia, discussing alchemy is really just delusion and nonsense."

Puji waved his hand to signal Mingshan to stop talking, and then asked: "Master Mingzheng, please don't be cautious. The poor monk is not a man-eating tiger. Just guess, it's okay if you guess wrong. Mingfang, you refined this Furnace Wood Pill."

Yes, then you guess first."

Ming Fang saluted Pu Ji and Lin Su and said softly: "It takes a month for my disciple to refine the herbal elixir. The control of the elixir fire and the timing of the herbal medicine are not very good. I am afraid that the elixir will not form."

Too many, about 10."

"The poor monk guessed 12. Nephew Mingzheng, how about you?" Puji smiled.

Ming Shanke's eyes were so hot that he was praised by his junior fellow apprentices and senior fellow apprentices of the Ming generation. This was an opportunity that he had earned with so much sin and virtue. He couldn't even look forward to it, but Lin Su still looked embarrassed. He hated it.

My teeth are itching, this is my opportunity.

Seeing the two of them speaking one after another, Lin Su breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then let me guess 15, little monk."

Puji held his hands and smiled: "Mingfang, let's turn on the stove."

Ming Fang nodded, immediately extinguished the fire, tightened the iron rope that lifted the furnace lid, raised it to a height of about three feet, pulled the switch, moved the escalator leaning against the corner, and put the formed herbal pills into the gourd one by one.

, and said happily: "We all guessed wrong, there are 17 pills in total."

This result was unexpected. Puji pondered for two seconds and asked: "Master Mingzheng, my guess is the smallest difference between the number and the result. Can I hear your opinion?"

Lin Su said with a smile: "You guessed it, it just so happened that I got it right. How dare you do it in front of my uncle?"

Mingfang couldn't tell what was good, but Puji was stunned for a moment. This guy is really as slippery as a loach. This answer firstly fulfilled the previous difficult guess, and secondly, he used the word good luck to explain the reason for his superiority.

It didn't come from strength, but just luck, taking care of his and Ming Fang's face.

Puji did not pursue the question and asked around the topic: "What alchemy books does Master Mingzheng study?"

Lin Su said honestly: "I have read "Secrets of Shaolin: Basics of Pill Pills"."

With a hum, Pu Jin took the gourd sent by Ming Fang and poured it into a small white porcelain plate. The 17 large and round pills exuded the fragrance of pills. He took a rough look at it and put the plate towards Lin Su's hand.

One push, "Since my nephew Mingzheng has read the elixir book, he should have something to say about appreciating elixirs. Please try this herbal elixir."

Not only Lin Su, but also Mingshan and others were frightened. When it came to alchemy, Uncle Mingshan might not be the best in the Shaolin Temple.

He was full of praise for him, and felt ashamed that such a master would sacrifice his body to invite people to take elixirs as a member of his generation. However, there are one or two wonderful things. Master Puji will definitely not hesitate to promote him, and he will easily get out of the predicament when the time comes.

, not soaring into the sky?

Seeing that Lin Su was a little dazed, Ming Fang reminded: "Junior brother Mingzheng, master doesn't like to be frivolous. He asks you questions and answers, and you can speak freely."

Lin Su gritted his teeth, brought three plates and arranged them neatly. He held the plate containing the elixir and observed it carefully. He first picked one and put it into the first plate, then the second and the third.

In one round, push out the first plate. Pick two out of the remaining 14 and put them into the third plate, and pour the rest into the second plate.

He pushed the second plate out and said, "Uncle, please correct me."

Puji said: "There are some minor flaws. Pin Dan is best classified based on its medicinal properties and purity."

Lin Su said embarrassedly: "The young monk has never learned such a profound method of appreciating elixirs."

Pu Ji hummed again, grabbed the two herbal pills on the plate in front of Lin Su, looked at them, shattered the pills with a ray of internal force in his palm, and said hehe, "My nephew Mingzheng's guess is correct, it is indeed 15 pills."

"My nephew is extremely talented in alchemy. Taking care of the medicine field is really a waste of his talent. You might as well come to the alchemy room and keep Ming Fang company."

There are very few alchemists in Shaolin Temple. Except for the three long-famous alchemy masters Jue Xing, Pudu, and Puji, there are 12 others who can refine elixirs by themselves, and the remaining 27 talented boys. The Shaolin Temple has a huge alchemy master.

The supply of medicine is very large, and it is almost impossible for only 12 alchemists to meet the various types of medicines. Sometimes there is a shortage, and the three major alchemy masters have to go into battle personally.

Mingshan's attitude has changed from hot-tempered to jealous. This opportunity obviously belongs to him. Yes, it is definitely because Monk Puji is too old-sighted to know the wrong person. What's so good about Mingzheng? He is dull and ignorant. I, Mingshan, am gifted.

Well, the old monk will one day realize that not choosing me is his biggest loss.

Lin Su became more intelligent and energetic at this moment, his eyes lit up, and he knocked three times to Puji who was sitting upright, "Disciple Mingzheng pays homage to Master."

Pu Ji smiled from ear to ear, waved his hand, and a strong internal force helped Lin Su stand up, "Okay, from today on, you are my second disciple. When I am not in the alchemy room, you can follow Ming Fang first."
Chapter completed!