Taoist endowment

Chapter 62

The Xianyun temple was very deserted, Nie Fengming and Cheng Shi each prepared enough food to retreat in the quiet room.

Nie Wanniang experienced martial arts in the thatched cottage in the back mountain, and took Ji Ling over to watch her practice in person.

Yuan Hua is the most self-conscious. Ever since his master promised to take him around the world of practice, he has worked harder, and he will never see anyone else.

Peng Qiu left again, and this time he really went to Qingliang Mountain to help.

Chen Jingyun threw the dimmed high-level spirit stone far away, and let the Lingcong beast chase and play.

The genus of Lingshi is of little help to Xianyunguan, at most it can be used to restore the aura of the middle and lower dantians, which may be useful when the disciples break through the fourth rank, but the upper dantian is too hypocritical , not easy to serve.

Seeing the Lingcong Beast returning to his side with the Lingshi in its mouth, Chen Jingyun couldn't help worrying about it, it was too fat and had a bad temper, and now even the Master of the Temple dared to scratch it.

I can't blame others for this, it's all because of him and Ji Ling getting used to it.

This fat guy now eats the monster inner alchemy every day and drinks spirit wine as water, his body has become even fatter, and his drinking capacity has also increased. Ding.

Chen Jingyun used his divine sense to investigate the spirit beast. The aura in the fat thing's body is astonishingly strong. It stands to reason that it has eaten so many inner pills of monsters and beasts, so it should have derived its own demon pill or beast pill long ago.

But it didn't, the spiritual energy only circulated back and forth in its body, and finally melted into the blood, Chen Jingyun even doubted that this fat thing could understand the nine-turn magic method of his Xianyunguan lineage, and he could practice it by himself.

Seeing that the Lingsong Beast used its big fluffy head to stretch its own legs at this time, it knew that the fat thing was hungry for alcohol again.

A wine bowl was taken out of the storage bag, and the spiritual wine at the bottom of the bowl was poured for the spirit beast, and then one person and one beast drank separately until they were all drunk and fell asleep on the recliner.

Nie Fengming and Cheng Shi should be able to hit the fourth turn after this retreat, and the masters are determined not to leave at this time.

On the road at the foot of the mountain, a group of chariots and horses were slowly approaching. When they reached the entrance of Niujia Village, the chariots and horses stopped slowly. Two guards helped Meng Huangliang in a red robe and the Seventh Prince dressed as Wen Sheng get out of the car. , and then a few people stood under the shade of the tree and looked into the village.

It was mealtime at this time, and there was a lot of noise outside the dining hall in the village. All men, women, old and young were waiting there holding a large coarse porcelain bowl. One seemed to lose the argument, and angrily punched the clothes-drying pile beside him, and the wooden pile should be divided into several knots.

At this time, a woman holding an iron spoon jumped out of the crowd, swearing some country slang, chasing the young man who broke the stake and beating him violently, causing a burst of laughter.

After watching for a while, the short and fat guard bowed and said, "Your Highness, that woman and the young man are both masters."

"Oh? How is it compared to you?" The Seventh Prince asked.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the two of them chased and fled with long vigor, and they were fierce and direct when they shot, but the changes in their moves were rather jerky, and they were not smooth and familiar, so they were not my opponents." The tall guard replied.

While the few people were talking, suddenly an old man's voice came: "Do you want to visit relatives, or stay overnight?"

At this moment, Mr. Chai dared to take his fat grandson to go out and return. When he saw this team of drivers, he came over to talk.

Seeing the old man asking questions, the Seventh Prince immediately smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Greetings to the old man, I have been waiting for you for a long time because I have admired Xianyun for a long time, but this time I came to pay homage to the mountain.

Mr. Chai was sizing up a few people, and saw that the frail young man was polite, so he smiled and waved his hands and said: "If you miss the meal, please follow me into the village to have a taste of the country's simple tea and light food. It is not allowed to pay homage to the mountains. Come back after dinner."

The Seventh Prince was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he smiled more sincerely and said: "I haven't asked the old man's name, but I don't know what is so important about burning incense?"

"My master and senior brothers and sisters don't bother to see outsiders, only I can see them if I want!" Chai Fei, who was held by Chai Laogan, rushed to answer with his fat face up, his small chest sticking out.

Mr. Chai pinched his grandson's nose pamperingly, signaling Chai Fei not to speak, but he cupped his hands and said, "I don't dare to take your name, my little old man's surname is Chai, and he is the village official of Niujia Village. As for what to pay attention to? It is natural to burn incense in other Taoist temples, but our Xianyun Temple here does not accept pilgrims."

Meng Huangliang is a straight person, he wanted to interrupt but didn't dare, his eyes lit up when he heard the boy's words just now, he hurriedly ran to the car to take out some snacks, then knelt down and handed them to Chai Fei, and asked, "Little brother, what do you want?" Who is the master? But deacon Peng Qiupeng?"

Chai Fei turned his mouth away, he really didn't like the flower-like balls made of rice noodles. In his heart, only the big meat cooked by Mrs. Cheng was the best, so he ignored Meng Huangliang and provoked Director Meng was embarrassed for a while.

"Huh? Does this guy actually know Mr. Peng?" Chai Lao dared to ask after hearing Meng Huangliang's words.

"As for Mr. Chai, Xiaoke's surname is Meng, and he is a friend of Deacon Peng in the temple, and he also knows several senior disciples in the temple." Meng Huangliang stood up and replied.

As soon as he heard that he was Mr. Peng's friend, Chai Laogan immediately became enthusiastic, took Meng Huangliang's hand and said: "Oh! Why didn't you say it earlier? Since you are Mr. Peng's friend, there is nothing else to say, hurry up Follow me into the village for dinner, the temple master is in the temple at this moment, after the meal is over, I will ask someone to take you up the mountain!"

When Meng Huangliang heard that the master was in the temple, he was immediately pleasantly surprised, and he was really curious about this expert.

Farmers don’t have to give face to the temple owner, but Mr. Peng’s face must be given. Which parent is not afraid that their child will be put on little shoes?

Several people were dragged into the village by Chai Laogan, and Chai Laogan yelled at the village: "Mr. Peng's friend is here! Take out all the good meat!"

The farmers at the dining hall heard it from afar, and immediately agreed, their Niujia Village has been quiet for too long, and there has been no visitor for a long time.

Meng Huangliang, who ate a meal, was sweating profusely, and he was addicted to breathing. The two guards were busy stopping the bleeding from the Seventh Prince's nose, but their eyes were fixed on the soup in the cauldron reluctantly.

It’s really a good thing. It’s not an exaggeration to say that it washes the tendons and cuts the marrow. Even the frail Seventh Prince’s complexion turned rosy after drinking a bowl of broth. Although he got nosebleeds after eating, he was too weak in the past for the sake.

The two guards felt the turbulent Qi and blood in their bodies, and said in their hearts: "I don't know what kind of treasures are in that soup. Could it be ginseng that has been around for thousands of years?"

While excited, he was horrified, because even after eating such good food, there were still people complaining non-stop, saying that today's soup was too bland, Aunt Cheng cut corners and so on.

Ji Huan looked at his fingers and saw that there was a tinge of blood on the previously pale fingertips, and his eyes couldn't help showing excitement. Seeing that Chai Lao dared to bring him another big bowl of meat, Ji Huan could only smile wryly. It's not that he doesn't want to eat it, it's just that he doesn't want to make up for it, and if he eats it again, he's afraid that the gain will outweigh the loss.

Looking up at the Taoist temple hidden in the green smoke and mist on the mountain, Ji Huan couldn't help clenching his fists. He was extremely looking forward to the existence of immortals and Buddhas in this world. His heart was congenitally incomplete. There is no doubt that he must die.

(End of this chapter)