Chapter 273: Visiting the Immortal View (Part 1)

"The autumn is clear and refreshing, and it's time to nourish it. Red dates are stewed with dog meat, and mountain ginseng is stewed with black chicken. Life is like this, what else can you ask for?" Early in the morning, a leisurely long chant came from the host room of Youxianguan. Several thick arms and big fists at the door, with a face full of flesh, and a big man in a gorgeous robe immediately bowed with a smile when he heard this and asked: "Old immortal, are you awake? Hey, breakfast is ready, it happens to be stewed with dog meat, mountain ginseng is stewed with black chicken! It's fragrant... This dog is still a big black dog that Wang Mazi touched the countryside last night!"

Qin Daozi walked out of the room in a neat dress. He smiled and nodded with a blushing face: "Well, for sure, you have this filial piety. Do it well, I won't treat you badly." After a pause, he pinched his fingers and calculated, and frowned: "Didn't Lord Li from Chengdong agree to the 1,000 kilograms of sesame oil for the lamp oil? Why haven't it been delivered yet? I'll ask a few kids to urge them to urge them to 1,000 kilograms of sesame oil. After that, we can leave hundreds of taels of silver out of thin air. It would be stupid if we don't make any profit."

Several big men nodded quickly, nodded and bowed, followed Qin Daozi and headed towards the Youxianguan Canteen in front. When Qin Daozi walked to the door, he saw rows of yellow-clothed Taoist priests inside looking at the fragrant dishes in front of him with excitement, unable to speak for a long time. Look, steamed, fried, fried, and stewed, there were five neat small plates in front of everyone, four meat and one vegetable, four dishes and one soup. I don’t know how rich it is.

Looking at the 459 proud disciples in the canteen, Qin Daozi laughed loudly. He smiled with a smug smile: "Dear disciples, this time, your master comes here to teach the teacher the secret of heaven. As long as this practitioner is stable, it doesn't matter if you eat meat and eat food and vegetables. Who said that eating meat cannot be a god? Your master and uncle have also cultivated into the realm of gods and immortals every day?"

Looking at the disciples, Qin Daozi laughed: "So, our direct disciples in Youxianguan can improve their food twice every month. Eat big fish and meat, and have enough mellow wine. Let's eat it with your stomach... Well, the disciple with the fastest progress can also add two extra meals of delicious food and drink. It depends on your ability."

After a pause, Qin Daozi's face immediately turned pale. He snorted coldly: "However, if you have good food and drink, you should still concentrate on your practice. The teacher can tell you here that if you are greedy for enjoyment, lose your mind and become possessed by the devil when meditating, then the unlucky one is yourself... If you have a paralyzed game, you will never think of eating something delicious or drinking spicy food for the rest of your life... Your master said that this is also a kind of skill in cultivating the mind. If you can still stabilize a heart of Taoism from the enjoyment of fine wine and food, you will be taught a more profound mind method."

Looking at the old Taoists with a big change in their faces, Qin Daozi slowly walked to the seat in the middle and sat down seriously and said, "Well, the disciples can start. You have to eat breakfast so that you can have the strength to work during the day. Recently, Sichuan has a strong demonic energy, and I don't know how many demons and monsters have escaped into the people. It is a great time for you to kill demons and eliminate demons and practice the way for heaven."

After glanced at the disciples who showed smiles on their faces, Qin Daozi suddenly knocked on the table with the whisk in his hand. He shouted fiercely: "But, you guys will listen to me. You are going to subdue demons and eliminate disasters for them, so this hard money must be lost... Last time Wu Jizi prayed for Mr. Dong's family in the west of the city, but he actually only collected 100 taels of silver... Did he think our Youxian Temple is Shanxin Hall, which specializes in giving rice porridge?"

The old Taoists nodded one after another, but they did not take Wu Jizi's actions as a matter of action. Qin Daozi snorted coldly: "Wu Jizi is a fool. He doesn't think about the cost of the secretly used evil candles, ghost-elimination talismans, and evil-elimination peach wood swords in the Youxian Temple. He actually only charged 100 taels. He really won't let us Youxian Temple celebrate the New Year? The New Year is approaching, and you haven't seen snow falling in the sky? If you don't work hard, make more money, and cook porridge for the teacher during the New Year, don't think about eating meat or drinking wine."

The old Taoists responded with a loud voice and said that they must be more ruthless in the future. Those victims must be traumatized. Youxian Temple is not a charity. You must exorcise ghosts and evil spirits for you. You must pay a little price, right? Otherwise, where can the Taoists in Youxian Temple have dog meat and black chickens to eat?

Qin Daozi's face was filled with smiles. He nodded with a smile and said, "Forget it, you remember this thing. Look at the wine and meat in front of you. You must remember an old saying: Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard. If you don't work hard to make money, will delicious food and drink fall from the sky? It's better to be self-reliant than to ask for others. Only by being self-reliant can you have enough food and clothing." He warned the disciples with a serious tone: "If anyone who collects less money next time, please accompany Wu Jizi to face the wall and think about his mistakes."

The old Taoists in yellow stood up one after another and promised Qin Daozi with a sincere look that they would never become the second Wu Jizi, and that they would definitely work hard for the great money of Youxian Temple.

Qin Daozi laughed loudly and shouted happily: "Okay, the disciples have this intention, so those who are the masters will be relieved. It depends on you to carry forward the Youxian Temple. Nowadays, gods and immortals also need money to travel around the world. Haha, if there is no money, how can they build their palaces and pavilions?... Jin Gouzi, rice, can you work after eating enough... Tubazi, each junior brother, don't give too much old wine. If you get drunk, it will delay your efforts to make money."

Three purple silk threads were inlaid on one cuff. The old Taoist, who looked in his thirties, respectfully held a strong and fragrant tiled bowl. It was a chopped and cooked leg. A few big red dates floated on the yellow oil soup, and a few black mushrooms were used as embellishments. Don’t say that fragrance. Qin Daozi bowed slightly, closed his eyes and sang in a low voice: "Wuliang, the Buddha of Shou, the Master of Sanqing, the Master of Sakura, the Master of Stewed Dog Meat, Amitabha."

After reciting this, the Taoist lord that would make the Three Qing Dao Zun and the Buddha in the West were so angry that Qin Daozi grabbed a pair of silver chopsticks inlaid with gold and jade, picked up a piece of mushroom ticking in the soup, picked up a piece of mushroom ticked with yellow oil, sniffed it gently with his nose, and put the mushroom in his mouth with satisfaction. After chewing a few sips, he casually ordered: "Disciples, you're starting to move. Drunk and missed things, you can't drink too much. You must eat enough to have the strength."

With a buzzing sound, the 459 direct disciples of the Youxianguan in the lobby were like tigers going down the mountain, grabbing the dishes in front of them and drying them hard. The chopsticks were like raindrops, and the white rice was steaming hot and fragrant. The soup splashed everywhere and the oil was shining. The saliva of more than a hundred old Taoists in the lobby almost ticked. Qin Daozi himself did not expect that it was this breakfast that made these old Taoists in the Qingxianguan even more determined to practice. They must work hard to become a rank of direct disciples in the Youxianguan as soon as possible.

Why do you want to ask? Once you become a direct disciple, you can eat and drink well. The material stimulation is much more useful than any big talk. What is the use of demons and demons to replace the heavens? These green-clothed disciples do not have this enlightenment. They only know that after becoming a direct disciple in a yellow, they can drink and eat meat at breakfast, and have two taels of silver pocket money every month. This is a treatment that even the prefect does not have. How much is the prefect’s salary a year?

"Oh, these mushrooms are cooked well, crispy and chewy, and the smell of sesame oil is soaked. The fragrance is so strong, fresh..." Qin Daozi sniffed his eyes and savored the mushrooms in his mouth in a daze, and sighed sincerely: "It's better to have money and power, you can enjoy anything." Suddenly, he seemed to have burned his tongue with boiling oil. He squirted out of the mushrooms and saliva, and rushed to the outside of the canteen and shouted loudly: "How come you bastards, why have you forgotten to remind me? Dao Master, where is your old master?"

Qin Daozi was anxious and ran to the courtyard where Xiao Longzi lived in anxiously. He felt so hatred in his heart that the big men who were accompanying him cursed bloodily: "You bunch of waste, idiots, bastards, living turtles who deserve to be cuckolded... Dao Master, my master, you dare to neglect it? Why don't you remind Dao Master, he is still asleep? Ah? The stewed dog meat with red dates is delicious, and he has to eat it first before he can move. Do you know?"

Those who accompany them dare not say anything. Don’t look at them all famous heroes in the world. When they meet Qin Daozi, they are also very good at playing with him. Qin Daozi was consumed by Lu Feng, which made him approach the masters of the Jindan stage. These heroes in the world can only be the king of the world, and they are still not enough to see them in the hands of the monks. Especially, they are now being raised by the Immortal Temple. If Qin Daozi is not happy, they can let them go back to the world to sleep in the open at any time.

Therefore, even if Qin Daozi scolds him a hundred times more ugly, they can only listen to him as filial sons and virtuous grandsons. If they have money, power and strength, they have to be the turtle and grandsons themselves.

Youxian Temple is a small courtyard near Huanhua Creek. Huanhua Creek just flows through the half-person-high flower wall. Although it is early autumn, there are still more than a dozen kinds of strange flowers and flowers in the courtyard, with a fragrant fragrance. A few kumquat trees are planted next to the courtyard, full of small half-yellow and not green fruits, which has such a quiet taste. Compared to the glorious golden wall of Youxian Temple Hall, this small courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles truly meets the duties of monks.

Xiao Longzi, who described the great change, was standing on the flower wall with his hands behind his back and watching the flowing water outside. The remaining flowers floated on the Huanhua Creek like a glass, and a few long-lived butterflies were sacrificing their lives to chase flowers and leaves on the water, looking so happy. Hearing Qin Daozi and the others came in, Xiao Longzi turned around and laughed: "Daozi, this river belongs to your family? It looks very beautiful. Well, how long has it been for you to dig such a river?"

Qin Daozi and the others almost thundered to the ground. What is this river? Huanhua Creek, a famous scenic spot in Chengdu, a river that is more than 30 meters wide. Hey, even if he is the private property of Youxian Temple, such a large river cannot be dug out by manpower.

At this moment, he could only show a gentle smile on his face, bent over and said respectfully: "Master said very well, the scenery of Huanhua Creek is also good. However, Huanhua Creek is not our fairy view. Hey, if Master likes this place and is not willing to harass those ordinary people, the disciples should inform the local government and not allow the people to come and play, which will harass Master's Yaxing." He blinked his eyes and looked at Xiao Longzi, preparing to see how Xiao Longzi handled such a thing.

According to Qin Daozi's idea, Xiao Longzi was Lu Feng's genuine master, that is, his master, and the cultivation of the Taoist Dharma must be earth-shaking. Such things that disturb the people are definitely not going to do. But he did not expect that Xiao Longzi would not know about these human activities? After hearing Qin Daozi say this, Xiao Longzi immediately grabbed a smile and said, "It's so good. The stream is quiet and has a fairy spirit. It's not good if there are too many people coming and going. Just tell the government that no one is allowed to come."

The heroes behind Qin Daozi looked at each other, secretly raised a thumbs up, and sighed in his heart: "I am indeed the master of the audience. I am indeed domineering and arrogant, and even better than those of us in the Taoist tragedy. At worst, we can beat up and trap white wolves. Hey, this man has turned the entire Huanhua Creek into his own. Awesome, awesome, indeed amazing!"

Qin Daozi felt so panicked that he couldn't help but wonder: "Why is this old man like this? Could it be that he really wants me to do this? If he occupied Huanhua Creek, the consequences are not very good." But where did Qin Daozi put his identity? That was his master, so Qin Daozi was not convenient to say more, but just said respectfully: "It's just a small matter, the master doesn't have to worry about it. The disciple will go to the local government later and say that this Youxian Temple is a place where the Taoist scene is, and it's not allowed to be randomly exchanged within ten miles."

After a pause, his tongue licked the shiitake mushrooms just now. Qin Daozi said with a smile: "Master, it's time to eat and drink. I don't know if the master has reached the state of avoiding the valley, or what the master likes to eat and drink. Let me tell people to prepare."

Xiao Longzi touched his stomach, pondered for a while, nodded and said, "Forget it, just make some food. Although he has already reached the state of evacuation of valleys, he suffered a great disaster a few years ago and his Taoist practice was destroyed by 99% of it. Now he has finally recovered his skills and has made great progress... Well, I can't quit this diet for a while, so you can prepare it at will." After thinking about it, he looked at the stream outside the wall, picked a small fruit from the kumquat tree, and said in a deep voice: "Fengzi wants me to come to Youxian Temple to preach the Tao for you. Well, after breakfast today, I will ask the direct disciples of this sect to gather together, and those who are instructed to take the exam well."

Walking out of the yard, Xiao Longzi said seriously: "If you have a qualified disciple, you will naturally teach him more advanced mental methods. Especially, Daozi, you don't have to work hard, you still have to work hard. Fengzi gave you a few excellent flying sword magic weapons, so don't insult them."

Qin Daozi hurriedly followed Xiao Longzi, and nodded and smiled with a flattering smile: "Master taught me the lesson, disciples should be careful and never delay them... Hey, since the disciples followed their senior brother, they have also managed Youxian Temple in Chengdu Prefecture. Now Youxian Temple is already in Sichuan. No, it is already the most famous Taoist temple in the southwest. Who do not know the name of our Youxian Temple?"

Xiao Longzi was so happy to hear that he didn't know what kind of name Youxian Temple was among the people. He only knew that Yiyuan Sect was a famous sect in the Taoist world before. The Youxian Temple, the heir of Yiyuan Sect, should be famous. He didn't know much about the mortal world, so when he heard that Youxian Temple was very famous, he immediately praised him: "Well, it's a good job. Fengzi said that you are also a disciple who is cautious in doing things and can take responsibility. Well, take good care of Youxian Temple, and the master will teach you all the knowledge you have learned."

He gave me all his gifts? Qin Daozi's eyes glowed, and saliva drooped faintly at the corner of his mouth. He bent his waist so wide that it almost touched his toes. He screamed in a funny, smiling voice: "Oh, that's really thankful to Master. Oh, I don't know if Master has any good methods. Now the disciples under Youxianguan can't even deal with some of the most ordinary lonely ghosts, which really makes the disciples anxious."

Xiao Longzi frowned, without saying a word, and walked out with great strides. He was a little angry. Lu Feng had reached the stage of divine distraction. He was very satisfied, very satisfied. This proved that Xiao Longzi knew talents with a wise eye and the disciples he accepted were so powerful. But if Qin Daozi was too far away, why was his skill and cultivation so poor in his sixties? True Yuan was still just a careless, and his cultivation in the Daoxin was really a mess.
Chapter completed!