Dao fruit.

Jiedushifu, kitchen.

"Old Li, you really invited God to come."

Early in the morning, the cook, helpers and apprentices in the kitchen saw Li Fuming, the cook, leading a few people, slowly walking in with a statue, and placed it on a prepared space.

"Lao Li, is this the Zaogong you mentioned yesterday?"

Immediately, people surrounded him.

Li Fuming smiled and said: "It's Master Stove Lord. Didn't you ask, why did I improve my cooking skills after visiting my hometown this time? It's because of Master Stove Lord."

As Li Fuming said, he fetched incense candles and lit them, then took out the incense and distributed it to others.

"In Yuanning City, now every restaurant and restaurant has to worship the Stove Lord, even many common people's homes have invited the Stove Lord to burn incense and worship gods every day, and there is the Stove Lord to bless them, not to mention other things. , The taste of the dishes made here is undeniable.”

"Brother Li is still generous." The other cooks immediately smiled when they heard this.

Since Li Fuming came back from his hometown two days ago and returned to the mansion, he has shown amazing cooking skills. I can see that he has more skills than before, but the taste of the dishes he cooks is far better than before. praise.

Asked by others, Li Fuming was straightforward, so he told about Mr. Zao. He knew that it would not be long to hide it, so he revealed it in advance as a favor.

A group of people burn incense one by one, expressing their thoughts, and the incense is faintly inhaled by the nostrils of the statue.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door: "What are you doing? Today's ingredients have arrived, don't you hurry to count them? Li Fuming, you are the supervisor today." Then, a fat middle-aged man walked in, also dressed as a cook .

The people in the kitchen listened and followed the order.

The person who spoke was the number one chef with superb cooking skills, but this time Li Fuming returned.But it posed a threat to him.

After most of the people had gone out, there were only a few small workers left in the kitchen. The middle-aged man looked around, then lit a stick of incense, went to the statue of Zao Gong, and worshiped devoutly, chanting words.

"Master Stove Lord, I have studied cooking hard since I was a child, but I don't know that you are a great god, and I will double the compensation in the future. I just ask Master Stove to take pity on the villain and bless the villain..."

After some rhetoric, the idea of ​​incense floated up, which was actually richer and more refined than other people's, even Li Fuming's!

Suddenly, a warm breath descended on him, and the fear and anxiety in his heart gradually dissipated, and he felt the feeling of being watched.

The middle-aged man regained his composure when the others came back.Recovering his majesty, he shouted, directed several people to work, and began to take charge of the spoon himself.

"what?"

This one holds the shovel.Immediately, he had a different feeling, and he couldn't help being overjoyed that he was very handy, and he repeatedly called "Zaogong bless" in his heart.

only.But no one in the room noticed that thoughts and perceptions were extending from the statue of the Kitchen God.

"I didn't expect that as soon as the sacrifice spread, it could also produce group effects and comparison effects. This person is me who worshiped me, but his thoughts are the most pious among all. From this point of view, although it is effective to feed back believers with divine power and thoughts , but if a competition mechanism can be introduced, it may be more effective, so we might as well study it in the future.”

The idea extending from the statue of Zaogong, of course, belonged to Qiu Yan. It originated from the divine pool of the god himself, and came out of the statue through the connection of the legal domain.

Smoke rolled up from the burning incense in front of the image, combined with the thoughts and perceptions of the gods. From a distance, the thoughts and perceptions were just a thin layer of smoke, floating slowly, extending from the kitchen.

Drifting, the smoke diffused and became thinner, but the thoughts and perceptions inside did not diminish, and gradually enveloped a corner of Jiedushi's mansion.

In this area, servants flowed in and out, nurses went back and forth, and maids were everywhere, a scene of prosperity and prosperity, Qiu Yan could feel a sense of opulence and wealth.

As the smoke spreads, more and more places are perceived, attics and courtyards continue to appear, and every corner is clearly sensed.

If someone speaks, it is as if whispering in Qiu Yan's ear, captured by him, and sent back to the deity of the god, analyzed by thousands of incense and fire in the god's pool, and found useful information from it.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in Qiu Yan's perception——

In a courtyard, Song Qian was boxing. Her movements were slow, but there was wind in her fists, her feet followed vigorously, her body was steaming hot, and her vigorous blood kept rising, even the smoke that wrapped her thoughts was forced back and dissipated. few.

"When I saw her before, I just felt that she was walking lightly and silently, but I couldn't capture the breath, blood, and I already had a guess. Now it seems that this woman's cultivation of life is really extraordinary. , almost indistinguishable from that of a scholar."

Just as Qiu Yan was thinking, Song Qian frowned suddenly, as if she had noticed something.

"Strange, just now, I felt like I was being spied on by someone, but after careful inspection, I found nothing." She said in a low voice, gathered her fists and feet, took a wet towel from the basin held by the maid beside her, and wiped her face .

"Go and prepare hot water, I want to take a bath." After ordering, Song Qian walked into the room, sat down, seemed to be absorbed in something, and Qiu Yan took the opportunity to withdraw his attention.

With the smoke of thoughts and perceptions, it has spread to half of Jiedushi's mansion, and Qiu Yan also discovered several characters with strong monster aura.

"There are many big monsters in this mansion. In terms of imposing manner, they are comparable to wolf monsters and sheep monsters. At least they have refined the three souls. They should be subordinates of the Tongshan Demon King, but Song Yuan doesn't look like that at all. People who can be deceived actually allow goblins to live in the mansion, there are a few goblins in it, and they are still dressed as personal guards, huh?"

Qiu Yan was about to investigate the reality of several big monsters, and one or two of these monsters also responded, as if aware of the peeping, at this moment, a cloud of smoke suddenly spread to a strange place.

This is an ancestral hall, built deep in the Jiedushi Mansion, surrounded by ancient trees, covered by layers of branches and leaves, exuding a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere.

When the Kitchen God smoke spread outside the ancestral hall, it immediately stimulated the faint divine power that enveloped the ancestral hall.

"who!"

Screams came from the ancestral hall, and next, the light and shadow on the entire ancestral hall surface was distorted, and it was actually covered with divine power. These divine powers boiled and surged towards that area.

"It turned out to be hiding here."

Feeling the swarming divine power to smash the Kitchen God's smoke, Qiu Yan did not choose to retreat, but gathered the smoke and thoughts, twisted them into one strand, and rushed forward!

puff!

In the soft sound, the smoke broke through the blockade of divine power and entered the ancestral hall.

In a daze, Qiu Yan saw two figures in the ancestral hall, and then his perception broke down.

………………

"Just now, I vaguely saw two familiar figures. One of them was full of monster aura, with chaotic qi and blood mixed with mottled divine power. It should be King Tongshan, while the other one was full of qi and blood. Time, but I can’t remember where I saw it.” Thinking in his heart, Qiu Yan ate his food.

"Brother Qiu, are you really planning to leave?" Luo Jiayun asked across the table.

The two of them were eating lunch in the tavern opposite the post house.

It has been two days since the literary meeting ended, and the events at the meeting have spread in the city. It can be said that one stone has caused a thousand waves. The most obvious change is that the Confucian scholars in the post house, now that they see Qiu Yan again, they will never dare Pointing at will, but bowing his head and walking in a hurry.

Even the Confucian scholars who were acquainted with each other on weekdays were a little uncomfortable when talking to Qiu Yan. Only Luo Jiayun still looked as usual. No matter whether he was full of rumors a while ago or became famous, his attitude towards Qiu Yan did not change at all.

Hearing Qiu Yan mentioned that he might be leaving in a few days, Luo Jiayun felt a little pity, and tried to persuade him repeatedly.

"Your poem has already been circulated. Many farmers and soldiers praised you after listening to it. Mr. Zhao admired you very much. He came here to discuss with you yesterday. You are now famous. If you stay, In the end, I might be able to hug the beauty back."

A poem that Qiu Yan left that day has been spread these days, and the poetry is so straightforward that even an illiterate person can roughly understand the meaning in it after listening to others read it a few times, knowing that it is speaking for poor farmers Poetry, I immediately have an intimacy with the poet.

Ordinary poems are all lofty, never have there been such chanting sentences about agriculture, those brave soldiers, soldiers, mostly from poor families, have memorized these four lines of poems, and they also resonate.

All of a sudden, a lot of people's hopes and wishes gathered, which was beyond Qiu Yan's expectation. He left the poem "Compassion for the Farmers" that day. In fact, he made it after hearing many words and disagreeing with him in his heart. Random move.

"I just listened to others recite that poem and remembered it in my heart. I wrote it down because of my feelings that night." Qiu Yan put down his chopsticks. When are you going to leave?"

"The family is poor and has no books, and this opportunity is rare. I can browse books in the posthouse. I guess I will stay near Qiuwei..."

Just as Luo Jiayun was talking, there was a sudden commotion outside, and a few swamp people headed by Song Gaosu swaggered across the market, and went straight to the gate of the posthouse, calling Qiu Yan's name.

"This..." Seeing such a scene, Luo Jiayun stopped talking, with a worried expression on his face, and turned to look at Qiu Yan. He had also heard about the grievances between Qiu Yan and the marshman prince, and knew that it would not be easy to resolve.

"Brother Luo, don't worry, I have my own concerns." Qiu Yan waved his hand. He knew Luo Jiayun's worry, but he swallowed the last few mouthfuls of food unconsciously, then stood up and walked towards the marsh people past.

"It's finally here. This Grolan can bear it. He waited for two days before making a move. However, since his people are here, they can make all the preparations before the Taoist makes his move."

Thinking about it, he had already walked behind Song Gaosu and greeted him, but Song Gaosu, who was three heads taller than him, was startled and hurriedly backed away.

"What are you going to do?" He looked wary.

Qiu Yan said with a smile: "You came to me, why did you ask me what I want to do instead?"

"Yes! Yes!" Song Gaosu calmed down, "Don't be arrogant, my prince wants to see you, if you refuse..."

Qiu Yan didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and said: "Then lead the way." (To be continued...)