Chapter 72 Reunion

The Taoist priests who gathered in Chengyu Courtyard did learn something.

Chen Yu found a few friendly faces and young people to communicate with.Among them was a Taoist disciple who practiced the five internal organs secret technique.

"Hahaha, Daoist Chen is absurd. The secret technique I see is considered top-notch. There is no mystery. It is just created by the ancestors in the mountains and fields. It is difficult to be elegant."

Even though he said so, the two eye slits on his face that were about to bend into crescent moons fully revealed his heart full of joy.

Chen Yu smiled cooperatively.

Complimentary, but he wasn't all flattery.The two talked, and he had never read most of the scriptures revealed in the other party's conversation. At this moment, listening to them was novel and inspired, and he seemed to gain something.

If you can get a glimpse of it, you will definitely gain a lot.

Looking at the Taoist in the green robe holding the sword, Chen Yu secretly thought that he was from a great sect and had extraordinary knowledge.

In addition to the scriptures themselves, he was amazed by the annotations of his master's elders and the other party's own opinions. This is the role of having a master.

Compared with myself, a pheasant Taoist who relies entirely on self-study, the other party's learning is undoubtedly much more systematic.

After chatting for a long time, the sun climbed to the top.

According to Zhengyuan Temple, there are three steps during this Dharma assembly: Jingzhai, Xiaojiao, and Lunwu.

When the time comes, the first ring will be held.

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Dao. If you need it in the future, you can come to Shiya to find me. I will wait for you."

"You Daoist Chen, you are being polite. If you go to Shiya then, you must discuss with fellow Daoist again."

The two clasped their fists together, and Chen Yu left.

It was noon at this moment, and he went out of the yard to find a small shop on the street.The storefront is small, and there is no plaque hanging, only a pole flag is planted near the outer road.

'Delicious Broth' is written facing the wind on the front, and 'Liu's Rolling Noodles' is written on the back.

"Shopkeeper, a bowl of noodle soup."

As soon as he entered, the steam rushed up, and before he could stand and find a seat to sit down, a figure in front of him stood up, and then a familiar voice came to his ears.

"Chen Daochang?"

Huh?
He looked intently, but it was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a light blue lining and a green and black Taoist robe with flowing clouds and flying sleeves. His sword eyebrows reflected the stars and his eyes were piercing.

It was Jiang Qin'an Jiang Taoist, a senior apprentice of Haiyun Temple who sent the invitation not long ago.

"Long time no see, how is fellow daoist?"

"All right."

Jiang Qinan's complexion was rosy, much better than the dusty days when he went up the mountain in April, his clothes were neat and tidy, and the long sword behind his back was smooth and smooth, without any dust.

He sat down on the empty space in front of the other party's table, gathered the robe in front of his knees and put it on his stomach.

"I thought I would only see you when the Jingzhai Xing was built, but I didn't expect fellow Taoists to hide here." After speaking, Chen Yu looked around with a smile on his face, "Why don't you see friends of the same class?"

Jiang Daoren heard the words and said, "They all followed Master Uncle to Zhengyuan Temple to help prepare for the ceremony."

"Friend Daoist sneaking in while you're busy?" Chen Yu teased slightly.

"Where is the matter?" The other party greeted the shopkeeper, and then said, "The poor Taoist has received an errand to inform everyone. It's noon, so I want to fill my stomach before continuing, but I just happened to meet Chen Daoyou .”

After speaking, the Taoist priest who was about [-] years old drank the white water in the bowl, and sighed enviously: "How can I compare with you, fellow Taoist, who are free and happy by yourself."

Well, I think you're having fun with it.

Chen Yu shook his head and said nothing, then asked other questions.

"Come on! The face of the two Taoists."

The shopkeeper put the noodle bowls on the table, Chen Yu looked at it, the clear soup lacked water, it could be seen that the couple had received many Taoist priests who came and went, they did not use the onion, garlic and five spices very carefully, and only poured a few drops of their own cooking coarse sauce.

He picked it up with the wooden chopsticks, and looked up, good guy, the Taoist priest on the opposite side was devouring it. It was obviously just a bowl of noodles in clear soup, and he could taste the delicacies of mountains and seas.

The food in Haiyun Temple is poor?
Chen Yu was puzzled, this is not impossible, the old Taoist said in his memory, there are no wonders in this world, and some ancient sects passed down still abide by some messy so-called precepts and clear rules.

What about one meal a day, three vegetarian meals for one meal, or no meat for half a month, etc.

But he had never heard of such rules in Haiyun Temple.

On the other side, Daoist Jiang, who took a few breaths, finally paused for a moment, raised his head to meet Chen Yu's direct gaze, and couldn't help but laugh twice, with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Forgive me, Pindao was busy with the Dharma conference for the past two days. It was dark and dark. In the morning, I only practiced the morning exercises. I didn't get a single grain of rice——and the noodle soup in this shop is amazing."

Daoist Jiang paved his face again, and swallowed the soup, as if he was going to swallow it with his tongue.

Is it really so delicious?Chen Yu put a stick of soup into his mouth with suspicion, and took a mouthful of fresh soup like that.

Immediately his eyes lit up.

not bad.

On the side, Taoist Jiang, who was almost finished, said again: "This store has been open for more than 20 years. Master and the others brought me here several times when they came to Pingcheng. Now I taste it again, and the taste seems to be the same as in memory. .”

Ignoring this middle-aged Taoist priest who was caught up in good memories and reminiscing about his youth, Chen Yu ate his noodles, thinking in his mind that he might buy some noodles from the store after the puja was over.

"I don't know if it's freshly made or Chen Gan's. If it's the former, forget it."

Thoughts swirled in his head, but his mouth didn't stop. A bowl of noodle soup was not much, especially for warriors like them. The two filled their stomachs and went to the teahouse again.

"My friend is here, why don't I entertain one or two Taoist priests?"

Jiang Qin'an, who was fishing openly, took Chen Yu to a teahouse that didn't look like a teahouse.

It is short and square, and the courtyard is cramped.

Entering the door, servants and boys greeted each other, and the slight sound of silk and bamboo came from the courtyard.

Three or five green bamboos stand upright in the courtyard, and there are futons laid out under the green bamboos.

The environment is elegant and quiet.

"Jiang Daoyou, this place is not like a tea house."

Chen Yu looked around, and it was more like the residence of a Taoist than a teahouse.

Unexpectedly, this is really the case.

I only heard Taoist Jiang pointing to a two-story building not far away.

"That's the tea house. This is just the front yard of that Zhenxiubu, where the wind and the water are kept."

Really repair?Feng Shui?
Hearing this, Chen Yu was taken aback for a moment. He knew that Zhenxiu was a respectful name given by the Taoist sect to some people with profound Taoism and high morality.

This kind of people often have studied the classics of Taoism for a lifetime, only seeking to become immortals and become immortals.

As far as he knows, there is no one who has really cultivated Taoism in this place, and it is not difficult to find out from the scriptures in the books that those beings who are regarded as true emperors and gods are often the titles bestowed by the younger generations of Taoists.

But a real cultivator, no matter what, is not comparable to Chen Yu, at least in terms of Taoism.

You must know that even a person like an old Taoist priest is only praised as a martial arts master and profound Taoism. As for the title of true cultivation, he has never been crowned on his head.

I also thought of the word Feng Shui that Taoist Jiang said.

He kept walking, and pondered in his heart.

"Is a Taoist who is proficient in mountain talisman really a cultivator..."

(End of this chapter)

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