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There is a restaurant across the street, which is also the fool's exclusive "canteen". He often goes to eat from the swill bucket at the back door.

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Le Jing planned to go to that restaurant for dinner.

Before leaving, Mei Liang suddenly said: "Senior, wait a moment."

Le Jing: "?"

He opened his eyes, and with a serious look on his face, he started making moves: "Let me figure out which foot I should move first."

Le Jing: "..." You are indeed not blind.

"It's the right foot!" Mei Yiliang breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long, senior, we can set off."

Le Jing glanced at him speechlessly, and suddenly began to doubt his own judgment. In fact, this person is not a cultivator, but a lunatic, right?

…

When Le Jing led Mei Jingliang into the restaurant, he was directly stopped by the waiter. He waved his hand in disgust, "Ganggungun, is this a place where you can come? Don't affect our business. It's bad luck or not." !”

Mei Yiliang was startled, and reflexively looked at the senior's face. His face was as usual, which made him relieved. Fortunately, the senior was not angry.

Think about it, after all, the boss is here to cross the world of mortals, so naturally he shouldn't argue with an ignorant mortal.

So...it's time to gain favor!

Mei Xingliang stepped forward and angrily said: "What are you talking about? Why do you chase people away? Is this the principle of hospitality in your restaurant? Do you understand that you are a guest? It's not like we don't pay for meals!"

The waiter was dumbfounded. His eyes wandered back and forth between the dirty little beggar and the immortal Taoist priest. He hesitated and asked, "Are you together?"

Mei Liang held his head high and said, "Yes, what's the problem?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and said with a flattering smile: "No, no problem. I'm sorry, it's just my poor eyesight. You two gentlemen, please come in~"

Mei Liang turned sideways and said respectfully to Le Jing, "Please go first."

The waiter was behind them, watching the interaction between the old and the young with curiosity. The relationship between the two was really weird. The old man was so old, but he nodded and bowed like a grandson in front of this little beggar, as if he was bent like a cooked prawn.

He muttered under his breath: "Two lunatics."

…

Le Jing and Mei Jingliang took their seats in the private room on the second floor under the guidance of the waiter.

"Senior, what food do you want to eat?"

Le Jing was not polite to him, and it was not his money anyway, so he proudly said to the waiter: "Bring me all the signature dishes in your store."

He is so hungry now that he could eat a cow!

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter left with a bright smile.

The food came quickly. Le Jing didn't care about table etiquette. He tore off a big chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. He devoured it in two or three mouthfuls and then said to Mei Liang hypocritically: "I'm sorry." I’ll eat first because I’m too hungry, do you mind?”

Mei Yiliang had already been dumbfounded by his smooth and flowing movements. He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I don't mind, I don't mind."

It is really not easy for him to say that this senior who has crossed the world of mortals. In order to join the world, he not only has to pretend to be a little beggar, but also learn to eat regularly like ordinary people. No wonder he is a boss. The look of hunger is so realistic.

"Look what I'm doing, aren't you going to eat?"

Mei Jingliang looked at the table full of delicacies with confusion, and said sarcastically: "This junior has been fasting for many years..."

Put down the chicken legs in your hand first!

Le Jing saw Mei Liang almost bite off half of the chicken leg in one bite, looking even hungrier than him. Immediately afterwards, Mei Liang cried loudly.

"???What’s wrong with you?"

"Meat..." Mei Yiliang cried with tears and snot in his nose, "I haven't eaten meat in years. Ever since I started fasting, I have been drinking the northwest wind in the mountains every day. It's so difficult for me..."

"...eat slowly, don't choke."

"Senior, what's the use of practicing Taoism? You can't even eat meat!"

"...Well, that's pretty useless."

Mei Liang picked up his rice bowl and scolded his mother: "The world of garbage cultivation will be over sooner or later!"

Le Jing: ...as long as you are happy.

…

Since ancient times, friendship has been easy to build at the dinner table in China. Le Jing and Mei Liangliang were chatting quietly while eating. As soon as they were halfway through the meal, he almost took off Mei Liangliang's underwear.

It turns out that Mei Jingliang did not forget to set up a stall to tell fortunes when he was looking for someone, and he was prompted by his senior brother.

Mei Yiliang said: "Our branch is based on calculation, and everything can be calculated. In order to improve proficiency and accuracy, we must practice divination regularly. Senior brother said that even if I go down to earth, I can't neglect my practice. He gave me a trick and asked me to set up a fortune-telling stall on the street. "

Lejing Miao understands, isn’t this equivalent to solving math questions?

Mei Qingliang opened his big bright eyes and couldn't help complaining: "Well, in the early days, I had no customers at all for fortune telling. Later I figured it out, because I was too young! In our industry, the older you get, the more popular you are. Mortals are only willing to seek fortune-telling from an old man with a white beard. If this old man with a white beard is blind, he will be a living god in people's eyes!"

Now that there were only two of them in the room, Mei Jingliang simply didn't bother to pretend. He made a formula and transformed into a living person, from an old man with white beard and hair to a black-haired Taoist priest in his prime.

He moved his muscles, there was a crackling sound, and he took a deep breath, "I feel relieved."

Le Jing: ...Okay, this at least proves that he is truly a cultivator and not a lunatic.

Mei Yiliang smiled sheepishly: "I feel ashamed to say that my junior's strength is low, but I have just established the foundation, and even though I am not proficient in divination, I only have a little bit of three-legged cat skills, which made my senior laugh."

His three-legged cat skills are certainly not enough to be seen in the world of cultivation, but they are enough to fool ordinary people.

It's just that his knowledge is not good and his practice is limited, so he always makes miscalculations. Fortunately, for this team, it's hard to say anything else. They just have a sharp tongue, so they can always come around.

He couldn't help but mutter: "No wonder the elders of the sect always say: good calculation is not as good as telling, and good speaking is not as good as lying."

Hearing this, Le Jing's expression became a little subtle, so his sect is actually full of magicians?

While the two were eating and drinking, Le Jing also learned a lot of gossip about the world of cultivation from Mei Yiliang, which was really eye-opening.

In Mei Xingliang's description, the monks all have special personalities and true temperaments!

"Elder Mu from our sect has a real temperament and also likes to play beggar. I wonder if the seniors know him?"

Le Jing: ...What is wrong with these monks in the world of cultivation?

But this does explain why Taoist Master Mei calls him senior.

"I don't know."

Mei Yiliang was still a little regretful, "It's a pity. I think you must have a common language. If one day, senior, you go to our Linqing sect, you can play with our elder Mu."

Le Jing's eyes flashed, "If there is a chance."

When ordering, Le Jing felt that he was so hungry that he could eat a cow, so he ordered more than a dozen plates in one go. Now that he had just moved a little bit, he was already full, and the rest of the food was almost rounded up by Mei Liang. Looking at the way he was eating, he almost licked the plate all over.

I don’t know how his stomach holds so many things.

Can this cultivation make the stomach bigger?

After all, Mei Jingliang didn't dare to let the old man wait for him for too long. He put down his chopsticks and rice bowl reluctantly, and his rationality slowly returned. He laughed a few times: "In fact, practicing Taoism is quite useful, really. As long as we can become immortals, we will Once you are liberated, you can do whatever you want in the future.”

Le Jing has heard this many times before: "As long as you are admitted to college, you will be liberated and you can do whatever you want in the future."

Le Jing was silent.

According to the routine of teachers and parents throughout the ages, he was skeptical about the theory of liberation from immortality.

Just like when you go to college, freshmen will hear this sentence: As long as you choose your major well, you can win the college entrance examination at the end of each semester.

But Mei Yiliang was right about something.

‘As long as you attain enlightenment and become an immortal… you can do whatever you want in the future. ’

True freedom is not to be unscrupulous and unscrupulous, but to be able to choose the life you want.

In Le Jing's view, the biggest purpose of practicing Taoism is actually to break free from the shackles of the world and all things and have the greatest degree of freedom. By then, he can go anywhere in this world.

Mei Yiliang also knew that judging from his performance just now, what he said now was undoubtedly very unconvincing.

It is also his fault that he is not strong-willed and his mind is easily corrupted by a few pieces of meat. Sure enough, the senior brothers are right, meat is the biggest evil!

If it weren't for having dinner with his senior, he wouldn't break the precept and eat. That's right, that's it!

Mei Jingliang happily put the blame for this matter on his senior, and finally found peace of mind.

He exchanged pleasantries with Le Jing for a few more words, and after saying enough compliments, he touched his nose and said to Le Jing embarrassedly: "Senior, um, you said before that you would help me find someone..."

Le Jing smiled: "I do have some clues."

Mei Yiliang was overjoyed, "I wonder what kind of price this junior will have to pay?" He was already prepared to bleed heavily!

The boy put away his smile and said seriously: "You answer me a question first."

Mei Liang became even more uneasy when he saw this, and said seriously: "Say what you say."

"Answer with conscience, what do you think of your Linqing sect?"

Although Mei Yiliang was at a loss, he still answered honestly: "Very good, our sect is the largest monastic sect within ten miles, and this once-in-a-decade event for the Ascension to Immortality Sect will be held in our sect."

"Shengxian Sect?"

"Yes, there are only a few days left to count. I don't know how many outstanding disciples we can select from the mortal world this year."

Le Jing understood somewhat. It sounded like the Shengxian Sect was a way for the monastic sect to select disciples from the mortal world.

"How can I get to Shengxian Sect?"

Mei Yiliang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Senior, do you also want to recruit a disciple? I happen to be going back in a few days, and then senior can join me."

Le Jing knew he had misunderstood, but he did not explain.

Just like what he told Li Shuran during the Republic of China: "As I journey through the long river of time, all I want is freedom."

"Freedom is detachment, freedom, wandering, walking alone, the loneliness of going up to the west tower alone, looking out at the end of the world. It is also the kindness of the heart, and the courage to move forward without regrets even after nine deaths."

All he wants in this life is freedom.

In order to be free, he will also embark on a monastic journey.

Now that the opportunity is in front of him, he will naturally seize it by any means and will not miss it.

The author has something to say:

I went to Taoism but became a Buddhist in the end. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?