Chapter 127 Is It Convenient?

　　Xiang Hongbao finally put down his phone.

　　The room was already deathly silent.

　　Zhang Hao sniffled.

　　The sound snapped them both out of their daze.

　　The elite of the Church's New World and Australian branches, including three quasi-angels, had all lost contact in the East Sea. The Church knights and priests were needless to say. Even for the Church, such a loss was extremely tragic, even unacceptable.

　　Especially since it happened in the waters of China.

　　Zhang Hao looked solemn, immediately stood up, and went outside to make a phone call.

　　After a while, he hurried back in and said,

　　“Let’s go immediately; this needs to be dealt with.”

　　“You're coming too.”

　　“Huh?”

　　“Me too?”

　　Xiang Hongbao opened his mouth, torn between instant noodles and work. Seeing Zhang Hao already picking up his sword, he had no choice but to stand up and follow him out. He paused, rushed back in, grabbed his chopsticks, and devoured a few mouthfuls of instant noodles.

　　Then he gulped down a mouthful of the concentrated essence of instant noodle soup, wiped his mouth, and hurried out.

　　“Ugh, coming, coming.”

　　When he came out, Zhang Hao had already finished a phone call.

　　Xiang Hongbao got into the car.

　　He saw that Zhang Hao had already started the car, hesitated, but still sent a text message first.

　　Xiang Hongbao said strangely, "Aren't we in a hurry?"

　　He should have finished all the soup.

　　Zhang Hao didn't know what he was recalling, his face strange and complicated, and said:

　　“No, this is from past experience.”

　　“We can't be reckless.”

　　“Ahem, anyway, we have to ask if it’s convenient first.”

　　……………………

　　At the museum.

　　The two little birds flew under the eaves to take shelter from the rain. Yuanjue took off his bamboo hat and leaned it against the side of the museum, then wiped the water from the soles of his shoes on the dirt outside before walking into the museum. Wei Yuan greeted him, "Sit down first. Lao Shui, make some tea.”

　　“Alright.”

　　The Water Ghost approached with a teacup.

　　His eyes were bright:

　　“Master, do you want Coke or Fanta?”

　　Yuanjue: “…………”

　　Are those the only two choices?

　　He hesitated for a moment and replied, "Just plain water is fine."

　　The Water Ghost felt quite disappointed that he couldn't convert another person into a soda lover, so he poured a glass of water. Yuanjue looked around at everything. Wei Yuan sent a few text messages, asking Jue, Yuji, and the little fat bird, Feng Siyu, to come over for dinner later.

　　While he was cooking, Yuanjue went over to help.

　　Wei Yuan asked casually:

　　“By the way, Yuanjue, you're a vegetarian. We'll be having meat dishes on the table later; do you mind?”

　　Yuanjue helped wash the vegetables while smiling and answering:

　　“Precepts are for restraining oneself, not for forcing others.”

　　“It is ‘I’ who does not eat meat, and even if there is meat on the table, I will not touch it; rather than because I don’t eat it, therefore no one in the world can eat it. There is still a big difference. Museum Director Wei, just do what you usually do.”

　　Wei Yuan laughed heartily, “That’s perfect.”

　　“There’s a little one coming later who only eats vegetarian food, just like you. You two should have similar tastes. Yuanjue, you sit down, I’ll do it.”

　　The great monk shook his head and said, “Because of what happened at Tiantai Mountain, this humble monk has also exposed his supernatural powers. I probably won’t be able to find a job in a short time, so I’ll probably have to bother you for a while. He who does not work, neither shall he eat; this humble monk cannot eat and drink for free.”

　　“If Museum Director Wei insists on this, this humble monk may have to take his leave.”

　　Wei Yuan was stunned and said, “That’s fine too.”

　　“My museum happens to be short of people.”

　　“Yuanjue, why don’t you just work part-time here for me? Room and board included. Of course, the salary might be a bit low, after all, I don’t have much money here.”

　　Yuanjue said with a smile, “It doesn’t matter.”

　　“Having a place to shelter is enough.”

　　Wei Yuan nodded.

　　He was thinking about the ‘five hundred thousand’ that was about to come his way. After all, he had reported a potentially problematic guy during the debate between Taoism and Buddhism. If all went well, the reward money might be issued in a while, and he would have more money on hand.

　　Then he could pay Yuanjue a normal salary.

　　Thoughts swirled in his mind. He raised his hand, grabbed a kitchen knife, and lifted it.

　　In Yuanjue's heart, something suddenly jumped heavily.

　　………………

　　A moment later.

　　The great monk Yuanjue sat on the sofa with a bewildered expression.

　　He held a cup of tea in his hand.

　　He was lost in thought.

　　He had just seen how the usually gentle Museum Director Wei cooked.

　　All kinds of supernatural powers were used, blood and flesh flew everywhere, the blade of the kitchen knife chopped into the meat with a swoosh, and bones and flesh separated with a snap. Especially when cooking, Museum Director Wei even had a sense of nostalgia and investment in his eyes, which caused a violent psychological and mental impact on the great monk, causing him to fall into a brief daze before he came back to his senses.

　　“A true man does not show his appearance, and he who shows his appearance is not a true man.”

　　Yuanjue put his hands together and sighed in his heart.

　　The nine-ring tin staff leaned against the wall. After thinking about it, he said something to Wei Yuan, held the eight-hundred-pound nine-ring tin staff in both hands, walked to the front of the museum, found the place where the Nine-Section Staff and the Iron Eagle Sword were placed, and placed this nine-ring tin staff in the back, leaning against the wall.

　　Looking at it at a glance.

　　At the front was the broken bronze sword, Yeying, followed by the eight-sided Han sword with the Iron Eagle emblem, then the simple Nine-Section Staff, and finally the heaviest and largest Nine-Ring Tin Staff. Just looking at this area, it was like the home of an ancient weapons enthusiast.

　　Wei Yuan came out to take a look and said, “Yuanjue, is it okay for you to put this Zen staff here?”

　　Yuanjue nodded and said, "It's already very good."

　　After all, it used to be buried directly under the overpass.

　　Seeing that Yuanjue had said so, Wei Yuan didn't say anything, and went back to continue cooking. After a while, when it was time for dinner, Jue, Yu, and Feng Siyu all came. They were slightly stunned when they saw Yuanjue. Wei Yuan briefly introduced the great monk's situation, and then introduced Jue and the other two to Yuanjue.

　　Then he carried the food to the table.

　　He left a small portion.

　　He used the Taoist method of blessing food, and put it on a small table next to it. The Water Ghost, the Battle Soul, and the Painter Ghost who had been shrinking in Yuji's studio, and the spirit transformed from the Red Embroidered Shoes all gathered at that table. The two paper dolls looked greedy. The Battle Soul straightened staples and made two pairs of mini chopsticks to hand to them.

　　The two little paper figures leaned against the bottle of pepper powder, happily sandwiching the rising aroma into their mouths, as if they were sucking noodles. There was also a red dog next to them, but if you looked closely, you could see that the dog was actually covered in scales.

　　Yuanjue withdrew his gaze and said thoughtfully, "Museum Director Wei, you really have everything here."

　　Wei Yuan said, "After all, it's a museum."

　　He emphasized the word "broad" [博, bo] in his voice.

　　Wei Yuan pointed to the dishes and said with a smile, "I'm actually better at making meat dishes. I'm not very skilled at vegetarian dishes, but after all, I'm still cooking. The principle of 'make it enter without taste, and make it exit with taste' will not change much. Try it."

　　Yuanjue smiled, extended his chopsticks, picked up a piece of dish, and said calmly and gently:

　　“Monks abide by the precepts and do not pursue the desires of the palate.”

　　“A bamboo basket of rice and a gourd of water are enough.”

　　"Museum Director Wei doesn't need to worry about this humble monk."

　　He took a bite.

　　The smile on Yuanjue's face froze.

　　His eyes slowly widened.

　　What is this? Is vegetarian food so delicious? No, that's not right. Could it be that I'm too hungry and everything tastes good? No, I have to eat it again to see what this taste is…

　　He extended a chopstick, ate.

　　Yuanjue's eyes lit up.

　　He extended a second chopstick, ate.

　　Ate rice.

　　He extended a third chopstick, ate.

　　Ate rice.

　　Before he knew it, Yuanjue actually found that he had directly eaten almost half a plate of vegetables and downed half a rice cooker of rice, while the spirited and lively girl over there was now pinching her chopsticks tightly, staring at Yuanjue with eyes that discovered an enemy.

　　Yes, for foodies, the law of similar attracts doesn't apply.

　　A foodie's natural enemy is another foodie.

　　Especially at the same table.

　　Yuanjue felt ashamed and recited scriptures in his heart, reflecting on himself, "Yuanjue, Yuanjue, you're still a monk, yet you indulge in the desires of the palate and snatch food from a little girl. Shame, shame, Amitabha, it seems I need to continue my cultivation."

　　Wei Yuan brought out a plate of food and said, “There’s still a little bit left. Come on, keep eating.”

　　The expression on Yuanjue's face, who had reflected on himself, slightly froze -

　　Then,

　　He extended his chopsticks, picked up the dish.

　　Ate rice.

　　Feng Siyu watched the delicacies disappear before her eyes, and actually felt a sense of frustration in her heart. After learning the reason why Yuanjue came here, Feng Siyu looked at Yuanjue and muttered:

　　“It would be great if you were that Buddha or Bodhisattva, then you definitely wouldn't be short of money.”

　　Yuanjue was surprised and said:

　　“But why would the little benefactor think that?”

　　Feng Siyu said, “I see that many temples have such a big merit box. Some places are bigger than people, but they are a little shorter, and they are full of money.”

　　Yuanjue pondered and replied, "Let's not talk about whether there is a Buddha or not, even if there is…"

　　He paused, and said strangely:

　　“Little benefactor, you don’t think that the money in the merit box can really reach the Buddha, do you?”

　　Feng Siyu widened her eyes, “Isn’t it?”

　　Yuanjue said, "Of course not."

　　Feng Siyu was stunned and said:

　　“Then if the money is taken by the monks, how can it still be called a merit box?”

　　“Those who burn incense give money to the monks.”

　　“In return, they have to be grateful and thank them.”

　　“Because this is called merit?”

　　“So merit is a way to make money!”

　　The girl suddenly realized:

　　“They earn money and get a good reputation, and people have to thank them. Amazing!”

　　“If someone can do this, they can definitely make a lot of money!”

　　“!!!”

　　Yuanjue opened his mouth and even felt a sense of shame in his heart, even though this matter had nothing to do with him. Just as he was about to answer, Wei Yuan's cell phone suddenly rang. He opened his cell phone and was stunned when he saw it. Inside was a text message from Zhang Hao of the Special Operations Team -

　　"Museum Director Wei, is it convenient for you now?"

　　Wei Yuan was stunned, and this line of text triggered his previous memories.

　　That extremely embarrassing scene.

　　He subconsciously looked at Jue. The girl's hair was tied into a high ponytail today, and it hung down softly. The combination of her top was a bit like that antique feeling of the last century. Although it was not very compatible with this lively hairstyle, it could achieve a sense of harmony on Jue.

　　The girl subconsciously raised her eyes and looked over, her eyes widened slightly, and she tilted her head. Wei Yuan understood what Jue meant -

　　What happened?

　　Wei Yuan said casually, "Nothing."

　　Yuji, Feng Siyu, and Yuanjue were stunned and looked at Wei Yuan.

　　Jue nodded and hummed.

　　She lowered her head to deal with the delicacies.

　　Yuji, Feng Siyu, and Yuanjue were stunned again and turned to look at the girl who was focused on serving the dishes.

　　The three completely different races were all bewildered at this moment.

　　Wait a minute?

　　Did something just happen?

　　Wei Yuan lowered his head, knowing that Zhang Hao, a member of the Special Operations Team who was running around on the front line, would not have the leisure to contact him unless something was wrong. He typed a line of words word by word and pressed the send button heavily, sending it.

　　“Convenient, very convenient.”

　　ps: Today's first update... Thanks to the long-named Netizen for the ten thousand reward, thank you~