Master of the city

What's the name of boiling water in a pot?

Qian Zhenzi was at a loss. Although he had no skill, he had seen the master's practice when he was pacifying others with his master and elder martial brother. He never said anything about boiling water.

At this time, the door opened and Liao Wuyin came in with a big bundle of green leeks. This woman usually does not do much physical work, carrying a bundle of leeks upstairs, sweat on her forehead.

"Xiao Zhang, I bought leeks for you. Do you think these are enough?"

Zhang Fan took the bundle of leeks and weighed it over. Aunt Liao was also real. This big bundle was 40 Jin.

"That should be enough."

Zhang Fan went to the kitchen, turned on the stove, pulled out a bunch of leeks from the bundle and wanted to throw them into the frying pan. But soon he put them down again and poured the water in the pan to the bottom. Then he threw the leeks in.

Leek is also called yangqicao. It was used to save Bai Shuying before. Naturally, the thicker the leek juice, the better.

At this time, Zhang Fan seems to have become a cook experimenting with new vegetables. He fished out leek mud from the pot and filled in fresh leeks at the same time. It took him a full hour to boil 40 Jin of leeks into a small pot of dark green juice with a strong smell.

Fortunately, a few people here don't hate leeks, otherwise they have to run out.

"Xiao Zhang, you don't want my father to drink it. Even good people don't have to drink it, not to mention my father's temper now Hard irrigation will definitely hurt him. "

Looking at the super concentrated leek juice that Zhang Fan poured into the cup, the Liao brothers and sisters began to worry.

Qian Zhenzi's group of Taoists were full of sneers and looked like watching a good play.

"Wuliangtianzun, Xiaoyou, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you hurt old benefactor Liao, you can't bear the responsibility."

"Hurt? How can it be that easy? I can see from his face that Mr. Liao is a man who does great things. He is intelligent and open-minded. As long as he is not so irritable and speaks well with him, he will drink. "

The more Zhang Fan looked at the Taoist, the more disagreeable he became. Originally thought he was an expert, but he turned out to be a charlatan with no ability. It's really disappointing.

"Hum, old man Liao is possessed by external evil. He's insane. If you don't have to force him to drink all those things, I'll eat all the ashes in the censer!"

Although today's work can't be done, but face can't be lost. Qian Zhenzi tries to pretend that "if I can't do it, you can't do it more". He is full of momentum.

"Please wait and see."

When the water in the cup was cool to more than 30 degrees, Zhang Fan went to the bedroom door with the cup in his hand. The rest of the people were staring at each other, not knowing why. Can you just take it to the old man?

Zhang Fan knocked on the door three times, and then he heard a "get out of the way" coming from inside. Then something hit the door.

Zhang Fan is not angry, continue to knock on the door.

"Don't bother! I said, "don't bother me!" With the sound of a quick step, the bedroom door was opened, and the red eyed old man Liao roared at Zhang Fan.

"Don't worry. Look here. "

Zhang Fan raised his right hand in front of the old man. The cup in his left hand was raised and tilted, and the dark green juice poured on his right hand.

Just when everyone was puzzled, something strange happened. The juice on Zhang Fan's right hand didn't splash everywhere, but turned into a green water mist in an instant. Liao Fan shook his head and his hand.

"This, this is the rhyme of the word Zhen? Wuliangtianzun, are you going to use this trick to deceive people? "

The brothers and sisters of the Liao family don't know what's going on. Qian Zhenzi knows what's going on.

This so-called "Zhen Zi Jue" is also a Taoist thing, but it's not a magic, at best it's just a trick. Use your own Qi to create a shock, and the water on your hands will become water mist.

What? Why is it a trick? Well, it doesn't have much practical use. It's just something that looks good and is convenient to deceive people. As long as the Taoist disciples who cultivate the true Qi, anyone can grasp it at will.

However, when this trick is used at this time, it has the feeling of turning decay into magic.

When he saw Zhang Fan's hand, Liao took a breath subconsciously, and the light green water mist quickly got into his mouth and nose with his breath.

"What on earth are you doing, you little boy?" Master Liao raised his hand and kept fanning in front of him, but his voice was obviously not as violent as before.

"Nothing. Isn't it for you? Old man, is he still as irritable as he was just now? " Zhang Fan did not care about the attitude of the old man, just a faint smile.

And Zhang Fan's words are like a body cursing, which makes Mr. Liao freeze there. Then, his face was full of surprise, and soon the surprise turned into apology in a few seconds, "that Sorry, I don't know why recently, the old man's temper is very big. I can't even take it. "Mr. Liao's words made several people behind Zhang Fan silly, especially the brothers and sisters of the Liao family. Recently, their father was in a state of not recognizing each other. When he got angry, no matter who he was, he would fight and scold, speak like this, and know how to apologize to others. At least it hasn't happened for more than a week.

Of course, this is not surprising to Zhang Fan. The Yin evil spirit of master Liao is not strong. His illness is so severe. Most of the time, it is caused by heart pain and lack of sleep. When he is flushed by the Yang Qi of leek water, the Yin evil spirit suddenly disperses. Naturally, he is not so upset.

"Old man, you drink everything in it. It's either medicine or leek juice. After drinking it, your chest will be more comfortable."

Zhang Fan handed the remaining half cup to Mr. Liao. The old man simply raised his neck and poured it all down. Then he opened his mouth and belched out.

"Hoo - it's so much more comfortable. The whole stomach is warm after drinking. It's not so dry."

"Old man, you are irritable because of your body flushing, lack of sleep, deficiency of Yang Qi and rising of deficiency fire. Leek juice contains a lot of Yang Qi, which can temporarily alleviate your condition, but it can cure the symptoms rather than the root cause. Can you show me your hands, old man? "

There is no problem with the big structure of the house, so the problem is not in the shady house, or in some special place.

For a moment, master Liao didn't understand what was going on, but seeing his children nodding behind him, he handed his left hand to Zhang Fan.

Left Yin and right Yang, the old man's left heart is not black, that's not the problem of geomantic omen. Next, it depends on whether you can find something wrong in the bedroom.

"That Wuliangtianzun, benefactor Liao, I don't think there's anything wrong with me now. Since this little brother has some opinions on the old man's illness, I'd better let my friend come and treat him. I'll take my apprentice and leave first. "

See here the old man's temper really eased down, dry real son's forehead began to sweat. In the heart does not stop cursing Zhang Fan at the same time, is also cursing oneself how to see to walk an eye.

Originally, Zhang Fan was concentrating on master Liao's affairs. If Qian Zhenzi didn't speak, he would have forgotten him. Now he opened his mouth and really reminded Zhang Fan, and his evil eyes swept away.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Fan's eyes are gradually aggressive. Qian Zhenzi shivers involuntarily.

"Don't do anything, Taoist. I remember a saying that monks don't lie, right?"

"Wuliangtianzun, a monk with six clean roots, certainly can't lie."

Qianzhenzi is just trying to reply. He has already thought of that very bad thing. I'm afraid it will come true now.

"Oh, that's good. I remember the Taoist priest just said that if I could make the old man drink without forced irrigation, the Taoist priest would eat all the ash in the censer. Taoist priest, monks don't lie. "

Zhang Fan is not a chicken bellied man, but in order to shirk his responsibility, these Taoists put the excrement basin on his head. This is really infuriating. We should teach them a lesson.

"Well, you Xiaoyou, it's a little too much. "

The muscles on Qian Zhenzi's face began to tremble. Eating incense ash is a special skill. He is in the right direction, but he doesn't have the stomach to eat incense ash.

However, in front of the Liao family, Qian Zhenzi really can't repent. After all, not everyone can enter the compound.

"Monks don't lie, but Sanqing Daozu is watching."

Zhang Fan gave a sneer. Why didn't you think it was too much when you were spitting?

"Well, so I have been taught! "

Qian Zhenzi clenched his teeth, lowered his head, grabbed a handful of ash from the censer and put it into his mouth. It looked like he was chewing fried noodles with oil, but the taste was absolutely bad.

When the four Taoist priests saw this scene, they couldn't let the master eat alone, so they reached out to grab the ash and put it in their mouths. It was hard to see. They all felt sore throat.

Qianzhenzi didn't choke to death. Fortunately, he had four disciples to share. He only ate one, and the censer came to the bottom. Lao Dao wiped his mouth with his sleeve, arched his hand to the crowd, and said with his teeth, "I'll leave first. We'll see you in the future."

After that, with a wave of the robe sleeve and no mention of the oil money, he took the four little Taoists out of the house and left.

Zhang Fan couldn't help laughing at his back, and he didn't know if there would be four more plates of mosquito incense in the toilet of Ruiyun Taoist temple tomorrow.