Chapter 86: Contrast with the Hospitable Master Yuan Zhen
Ciyun Temple.
Abbot Yuanzhen has been gone for a long time. I wonder if he is still scolding the kitchen about the purchase of ingredients.
Half-demon Li Zhou was getting bored waiting when a young monk came running in with a pot of hot tea: "Donor, this is Shuiyue tribute tea brewed from Wuai Spring."
He took out a set of tea sets, poured the emerald green tea into the celadon tea bowl, and brought it to the half-demon Li Zhou and Tan Yin.
Tea can also help reduce internal heat. The half-demon Li Zhou was quite satisfied. He thanked politely, blew away the hot air on the tea bowl, and took a sip.
The tea has a subtle fragrance and a distant aroma. Even Li Zhou couldn't help but feel inspired to comment on it.
She held the tea bowl in her hand and fell into deep thought.
“…”
“…”
While Li Zhou was thinking hard, Tan Yin said with emotion: "It is true that 'cooking Wuai in a wok with cold snow, roasting Xiaoqing in a fragrant breeze.'* The famous Wuai Spring and Shuiyue Tea are really worthy of their reputation."
After thinking for a long time, Li Zhou said calmly, "Yes."
The young monk breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as the distinguished guest likes it."
He was holding the tea tray and was about to leave.
Abbot Yuan Zhen came in with a plate of lotus cakes. "How can we have tea without snacks? Donor, this plate of lotus cakes is made by me personally. This time, I guarantee that the ingredients are fresh."
The little monk stared with wide eyes at the three lotus cakes on the plate that exuded the scent of sandalwood.
If he remembered correctly, this was the treasure of Ciyu Temple.
According to legend, when the Buddha was born, he held a pure bottle in his hand. In the bottle were five lotus flowers, three of which were kept in Ciyu Temple.
This, this, this, this... Could it be that this distinguished guest is a true immortal from heaven who has descended to earth? The abbot actually made such a treasure into a snack and presented it to her?
The young monk's eyes widened when he saw Tanyin stretched out his hand, but the abbot pushed it away without a sound, as if this dessert could only be eaten by this fox donor. He became more and more certain in his heart that these three lotus cakes were the treasures left by the Buddha.
Li Zhou had already seen that the old monk was an elegant man who was particular about the tea he drank and the snacks he ate.
She could have eaten one bite at a time, but under the concerned gaze of the old monk, she held back and gracefully slowed down her eating speed.
She took a small bite and savored the flavor of the lotus pastry. It was sweet but not greasy, crispy and soft, and it went very well with the Shuiyue tea.
Half-demon Li Zhou wanted to praise it, but suddenly her heart moved. The taste of lotus pastry actually awakened some memories of her body.
Yuan Zhen observed her expression: "What do you think, benefactor?"
Half-demon Li Zhou pinched the remaining lotus cake and sighed: "It's good, but it reminds me of the taste of home, and I can't help but feel a little homesick."
Yuan Zhen: “…”
Yuan Zhen: “…………”
What homesickness? Fox demon, you eat Buddha’s lotus every day at home, right?
Master Yuanzhen's face turned green. The old monk who had practiced for many years almost lost his concentration. The veins on his hands that were pressed on the table were bulging.
Tan Yin was about to stop him at first, but when he saw his face flushed red and his head and neck were all red, he burst out laughing.
Master Yuan Zhen turned around and glared at him.
Tan Yin stopped laughing in an instant and asked weakly, "Isn't it allowed to fart here?"
Yuan Zhen: “…”
This time the little monk couldn't help but said, "Puff."
Yuan Zhen: “…………”
The little monk lowered his head and dared not speak.
With his extraordinary insensitivity flashing, the half-demon Li Zhou was immersed in homesickness and did not pay attention to their conversation, nor did he notice that the temperature around Master Yuan Zhen had risen.
The female doctor Li Zhou said confidently to everyone: "Let's go west and we will know the origin of that evildoer."
It was as if he had used some magic to detect the movements of the evildoer.
Everyone was slightly stunned. Although they didn't know why Dr. Tan was so sure, since she didn't say it, she must have her reasons.
Everyone agreed and followed her in the opposite direction of the sun.
On the way, Gong Daopan asked Yu Miaoluo: "How did you find out that the head of the Shan family should not have the surname Situ? Our thoughts on this issue seem to be obscured by some mysterious force."
Yu Miaoluo spread out her empty palms: "The toad tongue that Doctor Tan cut off disappeared from my hands out of thin air. It felt to me as if an invisible hand had taken it away."
Gong Daopan recalled the twelve toads just now, his expression slightly changed: "Among those twelve toads, not a single one had a broken tongue, but we didn't find anything unusual."
"It's like someone has taken this idea away from our minds." Mozhe Yin Chan turned his head and looked at Yu Miaoluo.
The latter nodded: "That's right."
Witch Lu and scholar Mei Tang were shocked and both showed incredible expressions.
Escort Song Gang scratched his head, walked up to Mei Tang and asked him, "What does this mean?"
Mei Tang looked at him helplessly: "This means that the opponent's magic is related to theft. He can not only steal physical objects, but also steal our thoughts!"
Song Gang took a deep breath and said, "So that's it! Is there such a terrible spell?"
Li Zhou, a female doctor, who did not seem surprised, thought to herself: So that's it! I encountered a thief!
Mei Tang patted Song Gang on the back and said, "You have to learn to think for yourself in the future. Mr. Yu has already fed you the food, but you still don't understand anything."
Song Gang smiled innocently and said, "I am a rough man, so I am naturally not as good as Dr. Tan and the masters."
Yin Chan spoke for Song Gang: "You can't blame Escort Song. He may not have had any idea at all. How could he realize that someone else would steal his idea?"
Song Gang pondered: "Miss Yin is right."
Yu Miaoluo looked at Song Gang with admiration: "Master Song has been able to live safely until now, which shows that his kung fu is still very good."
Since your brain isn't working well, you can only rely on your kung fu skills.
Song Gang said, "To be honest, I have killed many bandits while escorting. Sometimes I could not make much money from a trip, so I spread the word that there were treasures worth thousands of gold hidden in this trip to attract those bandits to rob them. I took the opportunity to extort some money from them as a subsidy."
Mei Tang and Yin Chan seemed to want to say something but stopped themselves.
Yu Miaoluo glanced at her own Taoist priest: "In the past, when there were not so many monsters, our Monster Hunting Department would also arrest some murderers and arsonists to make some extra money..."
Song Gang then realized what he had just said in front of the government officials.
Yin Chan spoke up for him again: "Master Yu, this is considered surrendering yourself. You can be sentenced to a lighter sentence later, considering that you have been to the underworld together."
Yu Miaoluo looked at Song Gang, who looked very nervous, and said with a smile, "No problem."
Li Zhou always felt something was weird in her heart. This group of people kept teasing Song Gang, but why did she feel offended?
It must not be her problem.
Now we are seriously trying to subdue demons and monsters, no fighting or noise is allowed
Just when she was about to ask everyone to skip this topic, she suddenly saw a lush green area in front of her. Doctor Li Zhou raised her head and saw two green mountains in an embracing posture.
Half-demon Li Zhou and female doctor Li Zhou shared the same vision and suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he was so sentimental today.
It turns out that I really have to go home.
This is the Qingqiu of the past.
Witch Lu glanced at the two green mountains with her eyes full of white film, and her face gradually became solemn: "Were there mountains here before?"
"No." Yu Miaoluo and Yin Chan said in unison.
"Look there." Gong Daopan lifted up her scarlet robe, and everyone followed her gaze. They saw a beggar with disheveled hair and unclear face halfway up the mountain. He tilted his head and looked down at them condescendingly.
Could this person be Situ Hui?
Gong Daopan reacted extremely quickly, his magic sword was unsheathed in an instant, and his figure had already rushed to the middle of the mountain.
However, the next moment, the beggar with his head tilted rolled down from the hillside like rotten flesh with bones pulled out.
That cold voice rang in everyone's ears: "I didn't expect you to catch up with me. You are quite capable..."
After the cold voice finished speaking, it disappeared without a trace. A moment later, the beggar's limp body had rolled in front of everyone.
Song Gang strode forward, pushed aside his messy hair, and saw a dirty face. In his twisted hands, a torn bag was tightly grasped.
The green-feathered parrot on Yin Chan's shoulder looked at the beggar with its green eyes and said, "Beggar! A ruined temple! Beggar! A ruined temple!"
Everyone was silent.
Yin Chan, Mei Tang, Song Gang and witch Lu all looked extremely ugly.
The reason why they gathered in the dilapidated temple was because they were guided by the fake City God to pray for rain for Fengzhou in the temple.
Although the beggar did not go to the underworld with them later, everyone admired each other for the act of breaking into the wild temple at night, and no one wanted to see the corpse of one of them at that time.
Song Gang stroked the beggar's open eyes, wanting him to close them and rest in peace, but those eyes, which still contained fear and confusion, refused to close.
Yin Chan caught a glimpse of the crystal object faintly visible from the torn pocket, took a step forward, and tentatively opened the pocket.
A huge piece of colorful scale fell out, and underneath the scale, there were several fat white maggots wriggling.
A rotten, foul smell rushed into everyone's nostrils.
"This is..." Yin Chan looked at the beggar who refused to close his eyes, "...did you pull it off Situ Hui's body?"
The beggar was already dead and could not answer her question.
Song Gang silently reached out and stroked his eyelids again. This time, he closed his eyes.
"It looks like dragon scales." After a moment of silence, Gong Daopan picked up the scales and carefully observed the maggots wriggling on them. "It's already infested with maggots. This dragon must have been dead for a long time."
Yu Miaoluo pondered: "Resurrection from the dead again? But didn't the Lord of the Mansion say that death has returned to the underworld?"
Witch Lu stretched out her withered hand and accurately touched the wriggling maggots. Although this was to investigate Situ Hui's identity, everyone still shuddered.
However, the next moment, these maggots emitting a foul smell suddenly disappeared, just like the toad's severed tongue before.
Witch Lu trembled as she withdrew her hand. She remained calm when she touched the maggots, but at this moment, a look of extreme fear appeared on her face: "This is..."
For the first time, this experienced old man was so frightened and uneasy: "...the remnants of divine power."
"Situ Hui didn't use magic," she said, her back hunched, as if she was suddenly filled with fear of the sun and the sky. She tried to lower her voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing someone, "but the authority of the gods."
"I'm afraid he is a god walking on earth."
A terrible silence enveloped everyone present.
Except for Li Zhou, all the practitioners present knew that the status of the gods in heaven was much higher than those on earth. When the gods were active, mortals did not have the good life they have now.
But shouldn't the gods be dead? Why are they here?
Could it be that a catastrophe of heaven and earth is about to come, and they will become the pioneers to resist this catastrophe?
Gong Daopan and others could not help but show a tragic look on their faces again.
Hey, why did she say again?
A pale hand took the dragon scale from her. Everyone turned to look and saw that Doctor Tan exerted a little force with his fingertips, and the dragon scale shattered into countless pieces.
In his already open chest, Shanxin stuck out his tongue and unceremoniously rolled all the dragon scale fragments into his mouth.
Looking at this familiar scene, everyone could no longer feel tragic.
What are the so-called gods compared to the kindness of the miracle doctor?
When talking about the weirdness of miracle doctors, one is always more weird than the other.
Gong Daopan suddenly understood her position. She shouldn't always feel that the sky is about to fall and she has to hold it up. She should face the reality. With the genius doctor Tan around, she is just a pathfinder.
Everyone looked at each other, obviously they had figured this out. They turned to look at the green hills in front of them, and they all made up their minds to find Situ Hui as soon as possible and give Doctor Tan a good beating.
Except for Song Gang, everyone thought to themselves that Doctor Tan must not be like Song Gang, who was not good at thinking. He was so powerful, but could not find Situ Hui, waiting for them to explore slowly.
This must just be Him testing everyone.
Song Gang didn't think so much.
The female doctor Li Zhou was not very happy. Dragon scales were not tasty and had no flavor. She also had no idea about dragon meat.
This Situ Hui is so rude. Look at how many dishes Master Yuan Zhen has served.
Compared with the warm and hospitable Master Yuan Zhen, Li Zhou began to dislike Situ Hui and said coldly: "I will chop this dragon into pieces."
Everyone nodded in silence, thinking to themselves, what a walking god, but this time he has hit a wall. Even the god himself cannot afford the consequences of provoking the divine doctor.
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