The master who came out of the real world

Chapter 111 Times have changed
Seven-Nine Concepts.

Chen Xiong puffed a pile of supplies into the cave, Zhang Laodao sat at the table and didn't say a hand, he didn't know where to find half-dragged tea cakes, knocked some off with his fingers, then poured water to make tea, and sat alone At the table, slowly sipping tea.

He didn't say anything about pouring Chen Xiong a drink.

Hey, Chen Xiong was not used to this Taoist master. After placing the rice, noodles, oil and salt, he sat at the table and picked up the teapot and poured a cup.

Judging from the color of the tea, it should still be black tea. Not to mention that it tastes quite good. It has a mellow taste and an indescribable aroma. Anyway, based on the tea taste he has developed through drinking iced black tea for many years, he thinks it is not ordinary.

How come it has to be worth a hundred dollars a pound?
Thinking of this, Chen Xiong felt very thirsty. He drank several cups of 'ton ton ton' in a row, and the eyelids of the old man who drank beside him trembled a few times.

Seeing that the tea in the teapot was all gone, the old Taoist finally put down the tea cup and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it hot?"

"It's a bit hot, but it's okay. Taoist priest, can you sell this tea and give it to me?"

Chen Xiong smacked his lips. This was the first time he drank tea and felt the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth. He had to take some with him when he went home.

"What a waste of tea it is for you to drink."

Zhang Laodao shook his head: "If I don't sell it, I won't sell it. It's okay to even out a few taels later."

"Master Tao is open and bright!"

Chen Xiong gulped down the tea happily, went to refill a pot of hot water, and thoughtfully filled a cup for Zhang Laodao.

"There's nothing open, it's just the layman who's paying attention."

Zhang Laodao narrowed his eyes slightly, put his hands on his legs, and pressed something down.

Chen Xiong was sipping tea to replenish water, and at the same time glanced at the thing Zhang Laodao put on his lap. It turned out to be a long sword wrapped in coarse cloth. It was about the length of an arm, and only a dark hilt was exposed .

He just didn't know if it was a sharp weapon or for practice, but he felt that it was more likely to be the former.

"Actually, being a Taoist priest is quite boring. You were right not to agree to become a Taoist priest."

Zhang Laodao said suddenly, Chen Xiong was still looking at the style of the sword hilt distractedly, and it took him a while to react: "Huh?"

"It's not interesting, it's not interesting."

Zhang Laodao added two more sentences, but he didn't know who he was talking to.

"Master Dao, what are you?"

Chen Xiong squeezed the cup and shrank. The Taoist priest suddenly said these two words, which made people feel a little scared. Don't jump up and give him two swords.

"It's nothing. I just feel that being a Taoist priest is meaningless. After thinking about it for so many years, I can't understand what I want to do as a Taoist priest."

Zhang Laodao frowned slightly: "When I was young, my master told me that being a Taoist priest would lead to immortality. When I was older, my master said that he would revive Longmen. But when I came to me, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even pass on the Taoism. Both of them A disciple went down the mountain early, which was not very interesting."

"Daozhang, times have changed."

Chen Xiong thought for a while and made a suggestion: "You should try Qianshan Scenic Area."

"I can't adapt to my age."

Zhang Laodao lowered his head and looked at something: "Aren't you curious about what I was talking to that person named Zhong outside just now?"

You've already raised your sword, what kind words can you say?
Chen Xiong nodded and smiled, picked up the tea cup and took two more sips.

"Actually, it's nothing. Zhong said that even if he wanted to build a Taoist temple on Mount Taihe, it would be difficult to do so."

Zhang Laodao frowned: "Finding a piece of land in the mountains, spending some money, and establishing a view, it seems that it is no longer feasible."

Chen Xiong: .
I wanted to say that illegal construction must be punished, but after thinking about it, I decided not to mention it.

Chen Xiong poured a glass of water for Zhang Laodao and said a few words of consolation: "It's better to move a tree to move a dead person than to move a living person. It shouldn't be a big problem to spend some money on a mountain. Just like Taoist Master, you don't want to teach me the two-handed iron cloth shirt cultivation method. I You can also try it somewhere else, so you won’t be so frustrated.”

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Zhang Laodao hesitated for a moment, feeling that he couldn't say what he wanted to say.After taking a few sips of tea to calm down, Zhang Laodao suddenly asked: "Do you really want to learn from the iron cloth shirt?"

"I think, otherwise I wouldn't have found it."

Chen Xiong's eyes lit up. Does this matter seem to be changing?
"You can come over at noon tomorrow and let me think about it again."

Zhang Laodao was thinking about something, picked up the teacup and gave it to him: "Whether you succeed or not, I will give you a hard work bath recipe."

Chen Xiong thought for a moment and agreed, "Okay."

It is estimated that this veteran is still a little hesitant, or maybe he is asked to do something.

After the supplies were delivered, Chen Xiong had nothing to do. He had planned to go up to the Golden Summit to watch the sunrise and then go back home tomorrow morning, but now it seems that he will have to stay for another day. Fortunately, the impact will not be big.

Chen Xiong stood up and left, walked to the door, stopped again, turned around and hesitated to say: "Taoist priest, you..."

"There's nothing wrong with Pindao. I'm just feeling a little bit. You don't have to worry, layman."

Zhang Laodao put down his tea cup and explained a few words.

"No, I mean, tea?"

Chen Xiong made a little gesture with his index finger, as if he said something, but at the same time he didn't seem to say anything.

Zhang Laodao: "."

"Let's talk tomorrow."

Zhang Laodao rolled his eyes and couldn't help but touch the hilt of the sword a few times with his palm.

Chen Xiong walked out of Qijiu Temple in dejection. After a hard trip, he didn't ask him to have lunch, but he couldn't eat the vegetarian food in this cave.

Returning to the scenic area, Chen Xiong breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go to the hotel, but he always felt that he had overlooked something. Halfway through, he subconsciously turned to Prince Cave. Sure enough, except for the small things such as oil, salt, and eggs, they were missing. Rice, oil and other things were still placed in the corner outside the cave.

Chen Xiong patted his forehead, knocked lightly on the door a few times, and after a while, Jia Laodao slowly opened the wooden door, saw it was Chen Xiong and said with a smile: "So it's a layman, I don't know the rice outside the cave, But oil?"

"After receiving the advice from the Taoist Master, this trip to Mount Taihe is considered to have fulfilled my wish, so I came back to fulfill my wish, but I still didn't think well enough."

Chen Xiong replied politely: "I'll move the things in for the Taoist priest."

"Then there's a layman out there."

Daochang Jia smiled very happily: "If a layman is sincere, his wishes will naturally come true. Emperor Zhenwu will bless him."

She seemed even happier than Chen Xiong could get what he wanted.

The weight of the rice and oil is not a problem for ordinary people, but it is different for the old Taoist priest. Even if Taoist priest Jia looks good, he cannot toss around like this.

Chen Xiong quickly moved the rice and oil in. The rice bag can be poured into the rice tank after dismantling it. It’s just that this kind of oil in a big barrel is a bit difficult to handle, and it seems that it is not very convenient to use in life. Usually, it is only the restaurant kitchen that buys it. It is more economical and more cost-effective to grow large barrels of cooking oil.

"Taoist Master, can I take this oil back and change it for you?"

"Don't bother the layman to make another trip. Someone will come to deliver some things every month. The old man just asks them to help with it."

Jia Laodao put incense on the statue of Emperor Zhenwu in the cave and waved his hand with a smile.

"Okay then, I won't disturb Taoist Master Qingxiu."

Chen Xiong also went to the incense sticks, but when he left, he remembered Zhang Laodao's words about qi, and subconsciously asked, "Daoist, you have been in the Prince's Cave for many years and practiced health-preserving exercises. Do you feel any difference?"

"a different feeling?"

Jia Laodao pondered for a moment and thought a little: "A little bit."

　I have read several books on immortality in the past few days, and I have cleared my mind. Now I am thinking too much and writing too little.

　　The main plot of this book is scattered and the writing is slow. I can only save some manuscripts for the new book and finish it at the same time. Dear readers, this book is a great kindness. I have to find a solution. I can only work on it after the next book. Horse, moo~
　　
　
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