"Where did this chicken come from?"

"Where did it come from? The best Changshan running pheasant."

"I said this is how to do it..."

"This is a recipe! It's a secret recipe passed down from a businessman in the north! It's called Immortal Sauce!" The stall owner said with a grin, "It is said that an immortal passed by there and passed it on to him, but let me see, is it true?

I don’t know what it was passed down by the gods, but if the gods in the sky took a bite, they would definitely not be willing to go back to the heavenly palace again!”

"hehe……"

Song You couldn't help but smile and continued: "Since it is a secret recipe, how did you learn about it?"

"this……"

The stall owner couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, realizing the contradiction in his words, and then smiled sheepishly and said: "The villain is stupid, sir, please don't make fun of the villain. I don't know if it is a secret recipe, but it must be something that has never been done before."

The method of doing it. That businessman is also strange. Whenever there are customers coming and going, no matter who asks him about the secret recipe, he will teach him the method, as long as he does not steal his business locally. "

"How many are there in Changjing?"

"There are quite a few."

"I see……"

"But none of them are as authentic as those made by villains!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Song You smiled and did not refute.

"Your chicken."

"Thank you."

The handle of the bamboo basket was curved, making it easy to lift. Song You hooked it with one finger and walked back slowly.

It was already mid-afternoon when I walked home.

This is what's for dinner today.

The recipe of this braised chicken has actually changed slightly. In addition, spices are very expensive these days. The quality and quantity of spices used by street stalls are not enough. The taste is a bit bland and not very good, but it can be tasted in Changjing these days.

It's always a different feeling to eat something familiar to you without having to do it yourself.

Then I think back to when I gave the braised vegetable recipe to an innkeeper in Mozhu County, Zhaozhou, and told the shopkeeper to carry it forward and spread it throughout the country, so that when I want to eat it in the future, I don’t have to make it myself.

Buying it has done me a great favor. But at the time, I just said it casually and did not expect the store to actually follow it. However, I did not expect that in just a few years, I would already smell it on the streets of Changjing.

Familiar taste.

It's like exchanging sincerity for sincerity.

This feels even better.

…

In the next two days, Song You basically didn't go out.

Previously, we came all the way back from Yangdu, from late spring to late autumn, with little rest in between. Now that we have arrived in Changjing, we need two more days of rest.

Anyway, although Changjing has changed, it is still prosperous. It is still the Changjing where you can order takeout when eating, take the bus when traveling, and buy everything. The Taoist now has enough funds, and his children will go out to provide food every day.

He buys rice, steamed buns or soup cakes. Sometimes he goes out to buy some vegetables and cooks a meal for him himself.

Winter has already entered in just two days.

"It can't be delayed any longer."

Song You suddenly got up and got dressed and went out.

"Where to go?"

Cat immediately followed him and asked at the same time.

"Go to the City God's Temple and retrieve the two paintings we deposited with the City God." Song You said.

"Empress Sanhua is going too."

"Of course you can."

Not long after, Song You came to the foot of the Chenghuang Temple.

It’s still that small hill, with the City God’s Temple on the mountain.

Although it is not a solar term, there are still many people who come to offer incense. The stone steps going up the mountain are crowded with pilgrims. You can vaguely see the smoke rising like clouds in the temple, but there are no people selling incense at the stalls below.

The Taoist took the cat and climbed up the steps.

It's really the scent of incense that hits your face.

"Why did you do so many evil things in such a hurry when you didn't expect this body to last forever? I thought it was already destined in the past life, so why not just be a good person."

Song You recited the couplets while stepping into the Chenghuang Temple.

Nowadays, Sanhua Empress rarely feels any pressure or embarrassment when she comes to such places. She just turns her head and looks around curiously, sniffing here and there, trying to stay close to the Taoist's feet, so as to avoid being attracted by others.

If it is stepped on by a Taoist priest, then forget it.

After queuing up the pilgrims, we walked into the Chenghuang Temple.

The statue of the City God is still sitting on the altar, looking down. It has a lot more aura and majesty than before.

Below, from left to right, are five futons.

The futons were full of people.

People offered incense sincerely and bowed their heads in prayer. Along with the curls of green smoke, the power of the incense drifted out, and it seemed that they could still faintly hear their inner murmurs.

There are a lot of incense piled on the altar.

Nowadays, the Temple of the City God is famous for its miraculous effects. Those who come to worship, whether they are princes, generals, dignitaries or poor people, are sometimes given some money for sesame oil. The money for the sesame oil is used to light the bright lamps in the Temple of the City God.

Purchase incense sticks and provide them to pilgrims free of charge. They are also used for daily celebrations and temple repairs. If there is more, they are used for charity.

In this way, the willpower will naturally be pure and sincere.

"..."

Song You shook his head, it was indeed different now.

The calico cat also shook her head, feeling that there were so many people offering incense to the City God all the time, and so many people chanting about it at the same time every day, that if it were her place, she would definitely be too busy.

At that time, only two people came to offer incense in her small temple on average every day. She had to work very hard to memorize the incense, and she was almost exhausted at night.

At this moment, a breeze blew up in the temple.

The breeze blew the lamps and green smoke, and stirred up the windbreakers of the statues. Without a sound, the five pilgrims who were offering incense in the temple and the dozen or so people queuing behind them disappeared. Even the entire temple was invisible to the naked eye.

Visible changes are taking place, like ripples in the water. Wherever it passes, everything changes.

The altar and statues in front of them disappeared, and instead there were five little priests who were further away from each other and further away from each other. They were all sitting on chairs. There was a table in front of them, with paper and pen spread out.

The five priests all seemed to be listening. Some were writing notes while listening, some frowned, some sat helplessly, and some looked surprised as if they had heard gossip.

It seems that most of the wishes made by people who come to offer incense are unrealistic or do not fall under the jurisdiction of the City God Temple.

"Meow?"

The calico cat was extremely shocked.

I was shocked by the unconscious changes in the scene, so I looked left and right, and looked back outside, trying to find the original people and the way I came. I was also shocked by the five priests who were responsible for recording, so I opened my eyes wide.

They stared, their mouths slightly opened, shock almost written on their faces.

Song You looked down at her and smiled slightly.

When he raised his head again, there were three more figures in front of him.

The leader was none other than the City God of Changjing, flanked by two auxiliary officers on the left and right.

And behind them, there is another door.

"Welcome to you sir."

"Don't dare."

"Sir, please come this way."

"good."

Song You walked forward and pointed at the five young priests behind him: "These are..."

"Oh, they are all the scholars and literati who died in the city." The City God said as he led the way. "Ever since the teacher suggested it a few years ago, listening to the wishes of the people has been something that several priests have been doing in their spare time. But as the incense in the temple becomes more and more popular,

The visit is getting more and more popular, there are more and more pilgrims, and the few adults are too busy. It just so happens that in the past few years, there have been more and more cases of people dying and turning into ghosts, especially those whose obsessions have not disappeared. These scholars are all scholars

People with profound knowledge and high moral character either died of illness or were killed. They had studied hard for many years and died before their talents could be used. It was a pity that the little god brought them into the official office below the City God's Temple to serve as their masters first.

Do some undercover work and do some record-keeping."

The city god said as he led them into the official office.

Although the City God's Temple is small, it has its own unique wonder -
To be continued...