A Taoist priest from the Shangqing Sect?

When he heard the Taoist priest surnamed Lu chanting Taoist chants, thoughts suddenly flashed through Ouyang Rong's mind.

In the Sanqing Taoist sect in the south, Taoist priests from different sects chant different Taoist names.

Taoist priests from Yuqing chanted "Heavenly Lord with immeasurable blessings"; Taoist priests from Shangqing chanted "Heavenly Lord who saves people with immeasurable merit"; Taoist priests from Taiqing chanted "Heavenly Lord with immeasurable merits".

Sanqing Taoist priests walking at the foot of the mountain can tell the origin of the sect by listening to their chants.

"Are you really going to wait? Why has Master Lu not inherited Master Yuan's flexibility at all?"

Li Bao'er's voice sounded, as if he was curling his lips.

Well, it is the fine style of "never reflecting on oneself and insisting on questioning others" that Ouyang Rong is familiar with.

Immediately Ouyang Rong heard that the junior sister outside the courtyard wall also chuckled:

"Friend Lu Dao is very patient and can keep his composure."

Ouyang Rong in the yard suddenly felt that the pickled radish in his mouth had no taste.

The next moment, the young man who was cooking rice in front of the stone table stood up, held up the porridge bowl, walked to the door, and opened the courtyard door.

Is it his style to sit back and wait for death, eavesdropping and guessing?

"Hey, are you all back? Have you eaten? There is porridge in the kitchen pot. The pickled radish is very crunchy and delicious. Do you want some?"

Ouyang Rong looked surprised, and while saying hello, he looked around at everyone, looking around calmly.

Not far outside the door, Li Guo'er and Xie Lingjiang were walking in the front, followed by a young man in his mid-twenties, carrying a peach wood sword and wearing a khaki Taoist robe.

He seemed to have arrived after a long journey. There was a lot of dust on his monk's robe, and his hair, which was tied up with a Nanhua towel and a wooden hairpin, was greasy. It looked like he had not bathed or washed himself for a long time.

This young man had a long face and an unattractive appearance. His eyelids were pulled up, as if his face was paralyzed, and his expression was dull, as if he was not interested in anything.

Just now, Li Guoer and Xie Lingjiang were walking in front to ask questions, and he followed behind, also giving mechanical responses.

Ouyang Rong didn't realize it when he was listening in the yard, but now that he saw it in person, he realized that this young man with facial paralysis carrying a mahogany sword looked like he was being asked a question by the teacher in class.

"Um, who is this Taoist priest?"

Ouyang Rong walked out of the door with a bowl of porridge in his hand, as if he had just noticed the sword-wielding Taoist priest.

"Ouyang Lianghan?" Li Guo'er looked at him curiously: "When did you come?"

"What are you eating...you..." Xie Lingjiang's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly when he saw the porridge bowl in someone's hand and the vaguely opened pickled radish jar in the yard.

However, after she saw the smiling face of a certain senior brother who was not a human being but a dog, the next moment, her nose snorted slightly, and her pretty face quickly calmed down, as if she was not angry at all.

Xie Ling Jiang Danran.

Ouyang Rong saw it and replied with a smile: "I just came here a while ago."

He glanced sideways again: "Wouldn't you like to introduce me?"

Xie Lingjiang said nothing, and Li Guoer introduced sideways:

"You came just in time. This is Yuan Yazi of the Shangqing Sect, the third disciple of Master Yuan Laotian of the Shangqing Sect. His family name is Lu..."

"Lu Ya." The young man with facial paralysis wielding a sword announced.

Ouyang Rong nodded and said hello: "Ouyang Rong, whose courtesy name is Lianghan, just call me by my nickname."

Li Guoer continued to introduce:

"Daochang Lu is the 'walker at the foot of the mountain' of this generation in Maoshan, Maoshan. There are few people in Maoshan, so Daochang Lu can become a real young talent who walks. He is the beloved disciple of Master Yuan Laotian, who is highly respected in Maoshan. The last time he came was eight years ago. On New Year's Day, I visited with Heavenly Master Yuan Lao. We were still in Longcheng at that time.

"Master Yuan has a very close personal relationship with my father and mother. When my grandfather, Emperor Gao, was in power, he invited Master Yuan to the palace to meet him..."

Ouyang Rong's heart moved slightly. This Heavenly Master Yuan should be the old fortune teller that Uncle Li, Li Dalang and others often mentioned. He even met Wei Zhao, who was still the Queen of Daqian, in the palace.

"Director Lu, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Ouyang Rong wanted to clasp his fists, but there was a bowl of porridge in his hand. It was a bit inconvenient, so he simply raised his head and drank the porridge, and clasped his fists with a natural look on his face.

Lu Ya politely clasped his fists.

Li Guo'er didn't seem to notice anything was wrong with Xie Lingjiang next to him, and said:

"Brother went out today and recognized Taoist Master Lu. He had been waiting outside for a few days and quickly invited him in.

"Brother has already gone to inform my father and mother, and I want to call you. You came just in time, and you didn't have to run away."

"I see."

Ouyang Rong nodded and glanced at his junior sister: "Indeed, it's better to come early... than to come by chance."

He suddenly turned his head and gestured to Lu Ya with the porridge bowl:

"Master Taoist, would you like a bowl? Junior Sister, where is Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

Xie Lingjiang's tone was very polite: "My father said that when you go out, you should not eat anything given by others or things picked up on the ground."

"..." Ouyang Rong.

Li Guo'er also shook his head: "We don't need it..."

Before she finished speaking, the little girl with plum blossom makeup noticed Lu Ya's figure passing by her.

He walked forward without politeness, stretched out his hand and nodded: "Okay."

Ouyang Rong smiled, turned around and went to the back kitchen to make two bowls of hot porridge. When he passed by the stone table, he scooped up two spoonfuls of pickled radish and stirred them into the porridge... He walked out of the door again and handed a bowl to Lu Ya.

With a paralyzed expression on his face, Taoist Zhanjian took the bowl unceremoniously, followed Ouyang Rong's example, squatted on the steps in front of the yard, and ate with relish.

"Taoist Master, is this porridge okay?"

"Um."

Before Li Dalang, Li Xian and others arrived, the Taoist priest and the Confucian scholar each carried a bowl of porridge, squatted on the steps, and started chatting.

"Taoist Master bites the pickled radish, this is also a unique skill. My junior sister and I have absolutely no problem with our taste."

"Smells." Lu Ya paused and then said, "It just... smells like vegetarian food."

"Hey, you can taste this?" Ouyang Rong leaned back slightly: "But it is indeed pickled in the temple."

"Yeah." Lu Ya nodded, with a slightly embarrassed tone: "I often eat monks' food."

"Good." Ouyang Rong smiled and praised: "Me too. These bald donkeys have a lot of good things. They look at them with greedy eyes. If they don't take care of the autumn wind, their conscience will really be uneasy."

"That's right."

"Hey, let's eat. Anyway, Her Majesty the Queen paid for it for us."

"That's right."

The Confucian scholar and the Taoist priest couldn't help but look at each other, and they seemed to be close friends.

"..." Li Bao'er, Xie Lingjiang.

The two girls stared slightly, speechless as they looked at this strange and familiar combination of paintings.

Her Majesty the Queen has paid?

Li Guo'er frowned, chewed for a while, and suddenly realized that he couldn't laugh or cry.

You are saying that grandma favors Buddhists, right? Since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, she has given many rewards and enriched the Buddhists.

Ouyang Rong and Lu Ya drank porridge with gusto and exchanged experiences on beating bald donkeys in the autumn wind, as if they were Xie Lingjiang next to them, and Li Guoer and his two daughters did not exist.

Thanks to Jiang's pretty face, she regained her composure. She didn't even look at the unfamiliar person who was snatching her porridge. He passed by them and walked into the courtyard door. He closed the door with a light "bang" and seemed to be tidying up.

The dishes and chopsticks are gone.

Li Guo'er smiled and returned to the yard with her hands behind her back to change clothes.

Ouyang Rong, who was squatting on the steps without caring about his appearance, heard the sound of the door closing behind him and said calmly:

"Junior sister sometimes speaks and acts irritably. It's not intentional, she's just angry. Director Lu, don't worry about it."

Lu Yawan paused and looked at him with strange eyes: "It's not about Pindao, why should I explain anything to Pindao."

"..." Ouyang Rong.

After being embarrassed for a while, he immediately finished the porridge in his bowl and said goodbye to Lu Ya:

"Fellow Taoist, continue eating. I'll go in and give you a bowl."

Lu Ya took a sip of porridge, turned around and glanced at the handsome young man with fox-white fur who looked like "the housewife is showing off her embarrassment" throughout the whole process, and shook his head.

Ouyang Rong pushed the door with his palm, but it was unlocked.

He entered the courtyard and saw the junior sister clearing away the dishes, keeping a straight face the whole time.

Ouyang Rong took a look and felt that the little junior sister's prim and proper appearance and Shuanghan face were particularly beautiful, even more beautiful than her usual silly smile and scolding.

His heart suddenly moved.

"Who asked you to come in? Father, father, didn't teach you that men and women should not be intimate with each other?"

Xie Lingjiang didn't look back and drove people away with a cold voice.

Ouyang Rong nodded, but kept walking closer: "Why don't you give me a bowl? You can't bother a woman. This is called gentleman's etiquette."

"Sorry, etiquette is waived. Please put it on the ground at the door. I won't bother you to come."

The woman washing dishes with her eyes lowered made a strange sound:

"Ouyang Changshi is a busy man. Tens of millions of people in the city depend on him. If he is not busy drinking health tea and discussing national affairs, why would he come here to waste time and give him a bowl? It is really embarrassing for the people. Please go out quickly. Don't do it.

I am wasting my time for the daughter of the people."

"What a long history and a short history."

Ouyang Rong didn't care whether there were people outside enjoying the excitement. He walked to the kitchen door, leaned against the wooden door frame, and corrected himself seriously:

"I am your senior brother. For senior brothers, the world is big and the junior sister is the biggest. Junior sister is not allowed to call me Chang Shi anymore. It's too strange. People who don't know think we are not familiar with each other, haha."
To be continued...