Chapter 1220 The Apprentice Who Isn't Short of Money

Song Chunxue bought two bowls of sweet fermented rice from a street vendor, turning two bowls into three, and gave one small bowl to her master.

The main problem is that there's just too much sweet fermented rice; the vendor's bowl is way too much, and we can't finish it all in one bowl.

Unless you've just come back from the fields and are very hungry, a bowl of sweet fermented rice can be accompanied by a pancake.

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal was still unwilling, unsure whether his bowl was an extra portion shared between the two of them.

"Here you go, Master. This wine is made from the finest sorghum, corn, and soybeans. I've heard it also contains other grains. I haven't tried it yet."

Song Chunxue handed him a pot of wine, and the Moon-Accompanying Immortal was instantly delighted.

"Hmm, very good." He loves drinking sorghum liquor; he always feels it gives him more energy.

Song Chunxue glanced at her senior brother; she had actually noticed that her master was unhappy.

Haha, I didn't expect my master to be like a child.

Fortunately, the three bowls the shopkeeper brought were all about the same size, otherwise the master would definitely have been angry.

Most spiritual practitioners are straightforward and simple: if they are unhappy, they are unhappy; if they are happy, they are happy.

She used to think that immortal beings were indifferent to worldly gains or losses.

But as it turns out, when it comes to trivial matters, everyone is the same.

It's just that Master is easy to coax.

"Hmm, I've had sweet fermented rice before, it's delicious, and today's is no exception, it even has a wine flavor." The Moon-Accompanying Immortal looked at the people on the street and sighed, "Back then, I was eating it with a fellow Daoist who came from afar, but now he's no longer here."

Song Chunxue held a steamed bun in her hand and ate it with a bowl of sweet fermented rice mixed with boiling water, otherwise it would be too sweet to swallow.

"Master, have you seen many people pass away, watching many familiar and close people gradually drift away and leave this world? It must feel very lonely, right? Are you unwilling to come down the mountain with us?"

“Hmm,” he nodded, “I haven’t walked the streets in a long time, and I always feel empty inside. Oh right, you don’t know, do you? When we reach our level, we don’t have very sad feelings anymore. It’s a very complicated emotion that only ordinary mortals have.”

"In the first few years, I wasn't used to it at all, and I wondered if attaining enlightenment was any different from being dead." At this point, the Moon-Accompanying Immortal smiled, "Although it turns out to be almost the same, at least we can eat grains and taste the flavors of life."

"We won't experience great joy or sorrow anymore. We feel the eight bitternesses and one sweetness of life in a faint way, but the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty tastes are particularly obvious. That's why we can't eat meat, as it would arouse our worldly desires and affect our temperament."

He looked up at the horizon with a gentle smile. "It's the beginning of autumn. The sun's color has become even more intense. The sky is high and the air is crisp. I haven't sat in such a place for many years."

Song Chunxue looked over. The midday sun in autumn wasn't directly overhead, but rather slanted to the west, bathing the poplar trees in its light. The shimmering leaves, swaying in the wind, still filled her heart with a mixture of joy and sorrow.

After autumn arrives, the sunlight always brings a sense of sadness.

But this feeling is much fainter than before.

This is what Master meant by the feeling of having become less sensitive to the eight sufferings and one sweetness of the human world.

No wonder she is much calmer about worldly affairs than before.

But the food tasted even better.

"Master, have you ever regretted living longer than others? Have you ever thought about going to the same place as your loved ones?"

“No, no,” the Moon-Accompanying Immortal grabbed Zhang Chengxuan’s whisk and slammed it hard on Song Chunxue’s head. “If you dare to think that way, you should be punished.”

"I didn't, Master," Song Chunxue said, clutching her head. "It hurts so much! How could you hit me so hard? What if you make me clumsy?"

"They're not that smart, they're just a little luckier than us."

Song Chunxue said helplessly, "I wasn't lucky either, please stop saying that, I..."

"Sir, please try my newly made rice-yellow steamed buns. See if they're sweet enough. They're free."

As he spoke, a plate of golden-yellow steamed buns, made from millet and sorghum flour, appeared on the table.

"Thank you very much, but you still have to pay," Song Chunxue said with a smile. "How much is this dish? I'll buy some for the children."

"These are fresh out of the pot, let me give you a taste. They usually sell for three coins."

Song Chunxue nodded, took a piece and tasted it, "Delicious, very sweet."

It's not the kind of sweetness that comes from added sugar. Of course, no one would add such expensive sugar to whole grains; it's the natural sweetness of millet and sorghum.

Aside from drinking tea, people here don't really like sweet pastries or desserts.

Even if it's a pastry, its main characteristic is its crispness, not its sweetness.

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal took a sip of wine, then picked up a piece of yellow rice cake and put it in his mouth. The moment he bit into it and tasted the sweetness, tears streamed down his face as if he had been struck by lightning.

Song Chunxue was terrified, thinking that there was poison in it.

"What's wrong, Master? Is it bad? Or did the shopkeeper accidentally put chili peppers in it?"

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal shook his head, "None of those, it's delicious."

Zhang Chengxuan gently shook his head at her, and the three of them ate quietly without saying another word.

After eating the sweet fermented rice, Song Chunxue, seeing her master's devout expression, couldn't resist picking up his wine gourd and pouring herself a little.

After taking a sip, my head immediately felt dizzy.

But it can still walk.

"Let's go, it's early autumn, Master. I'll take you to pick some July yellow pears, they're very crisp."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal stood up; he hadn't yet been led around by his disciple to eat this and that.

In the past, he would take his apprentices out and settle their bills.

Now that he's found a wealthy apprentice, he can eat and drink without a care in the world and doesn't even need to ask about the price of bulk liquor.

But he didn't want to steal other people's things.

"Whose July yellow are you going to pick? Stealing will diminish your merit."