The Taoist priests gathered in Chengyuyuan did learn something.
Chen Yu found a few friendly-looking young people to talk to. Among them was a Taoist disciple who practiced the secret technique of the five internal organs.
"Hahaha, fellow Taoist Chen is so ridiculous. The secret technique I have learned is considered to be the best. It has no secrets. It is just the founder's accidental creation in the mountains and fields. It is difficult to reach the level of elegance."
Even though he said this, the two eye slits on his face that were about to curve into crescents showed his full heart.
Chen Yu smiled in agreement.
It was meant as a compliment, but he was not entirely flattering. When the two of them were talking, he had never read most of the scriptures revealed in the other person's words. At the moment, what he heard was novel and inspired, and he seemed to have gained something.
If you can get your hands on it, you will definitely gain a lot.
Looking at the Taoist in green robes with a sword on his back, Chen Yu secretly thought that he was worthy of being from a large sect and had extraordinary knowledge.
In addition to the scriptures themselves, he was amazed by the annotations of his elders and his own opinions. This was the role of having a mentor.
Compared to me, a pheasant Taoist priest who relied entirely on self-study, what the other party learned was undoubtedly much more systematic.
After talking for a long time, the sun reached its peak.
According to Zhengyuan Guan, there are three steps during this Dharma assembly: Jing Zhai, Xiao Jiao, and martial arts discussion.
When the application time comes, the first round will be held.
"Thank you Taoist brother for your advice. If you need it in the future, you can come to Shiya to find me. I'm a poor Taoist and I'll wait for you."
"You're welcome, Fellow Taoist Chen. If you go to Shiya then, I will definitely discuss it with you again."
The two clasped fists and Chen Yu left.
It was noon at this time, so he left the yard and went to the street to find a small shop. The shop was small, and there was no plaque hanging on it. Only a flag was planted near the outer road.
On the front facing the wind is written "delicious broth", and on the back is "Liujia Noodles".
"Staff, a bowl of noodle soup."
As soon as he entered, the steam rushed up to him. Before he could stand up and find a seat to sit down, a figure stood up in front of him, and then a familiar voice came into his ears.
"Daozhang Chen?"
Huh?
He looked intently and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest with a light blue lining and a green-black robe with flowing clouds and flying sleeves.
It was Jiang Qinan, Taoist Jiang, a disciple of Haiyun Temple who sent the invitation not long ago.
"Long time no see, how are you, fellow Taoist?"
"It's all right."
Jiang Qin'an's face was rosy, much better than when he went up the mountain in April, where he was dusty. His clothes were neat and tidy, and the sword on his back was polished and smooth, not stained by any dust.
He sat down in the empty space in front of the other party's table, folded his knees and put his robe on his abdomen.
"I thought I would be able to see you during the Jingzhai construction, but I didn't expect that my fellow Taoist was hiding here." After saying this, Chen Yu looked around with a smile on his face, "Why don't you see your fellow Taoist and fellow disciples?"
Hearing this, Taoist Jiang said: "They all followed Uncle Master to Zhengyuan Temple to help prepare for the Dharma conference."
"Fellow Taoist, are you taking some time out from your busy schedule?" Chen Yu said with a slight smile.
"What's going on?" the other party greeted the store owner and then said, "Pindao received the errand to inform everyone. He saw that it was noon, so he wanted to fill his stomach before continuing, but he happened to meet Daoyou Chen
.”
After finishing speaking, the Taoist priest, who was about 30 years old, took a sip of plain water from the bowl and sighed with envy: "How can I compare with you, my Taoist friend, who can be alone, free and happy."
Yes, I think you enjoyed it quite a bit.
Chen Yu shook his head and said nothing, then asked about other things.
"Come here! Meet the two Taoists."
The shopkeeper put the noodle bowl on the table. Chen Yu looked at it and saw that the soup was clear and watery. He could tell that the couple had received many Taoist priests who came and went. They were very careful not to use onions, garlic and five spices, but only poured a few drops of their own homemade soup.
Coarse sauce.
He picked at it with his wooden chopsticks and looked up. Oh my god, the Taoist priest opposite was devouring it. It was just a bowl of clear soup noodles, but he could taste the delicacies of the mountains and seas.
Is the food in Haiyunguan very bad?
Chen Yu was puzzled. This was not impossible. In his memory, the old Taoist priest once said that there are many strange things in the world. Some ancient sects still abide by some messy so-called precepts and rules.
What about one meal a day, three vegetarian meals, or no meat for half a month, etc.
But he had never heard that Haiyun Temple had such rules.
On the other side, Taoist Jiang, who had taken a few breaths, finally stopped for a moment, raised his head and looked directly at Chen Yu. Even though his face had been weathered, he couldn't help but laugh twice, looking embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I was busy with Dharma meetings the past two days. It was dark and dark. I only did morning exercises in the morning. I didn't even eat a grain of rice - and the noodle soup in this shop is excellent."
Taoist Jiang ate the noodles again and swallowed the soup as if his tongue was swallowing it.
Is it really so delicious? Chen Yu put a stick into his mouth with skepticism, and took a mouthful of the fresh soup as shown.
Immediately his eyes lit up.
not bad.
On the side, Taoist Jiang, who was almost finished, said: "This store has been open for more than 20 years. When Master and the others came to Pingcheng, they took me here several times. Now that I taste it again, the taste seems to be the same as in my memory.
No two."
Ignoring the middle-aged Taoist priest who was caught up in fond memories and reminiscing about his youth, Chen Yu ate noodles, thinking that after the ceremony was over, he might be able to buy some noodles from the store.
“I don’t know if it’s freshly made or aged, but if it’s the former, forget it.”
Thoughts were running in their heads, but their mouths were still talking. A bowl of noodle soup was not much, especially for warriors like them. The two of them filled their bellies and went to the teahouse again.
"When friends come here, why don't I entertain them, Taoist priest?"
Jiang Qin'an, who was fishing openly, took Chen Yu to a teahouse that didn't look like a teahouse.
It is short, flat and square, and the courtyard is cramped.
Entering the door, you are greeted by servants and boys, and the faint sound of bamboos can be heard in the courtyard.
Three or five green bamboos stand in the courtyard, and futons are spread under the green bamboos.
The environment is elegant, quiet and tranquil.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, this place is not like a teahouse."
Chen Yu looked around, and it looked more like the residence of a Taoist than a teahouse.
Who knew this was really the case.
I heard Taoist Jiang pointing to a two-story building not far away.
"That's the teahouse. This is just the front yard set up by the true cultivator to keep the wind and water calm."
True cultivation? Feng Shui?
Chen Yu was stunned when he heard these words. He knew that Zhen Xiu was a respectful title given by Taoists to some people with profound Taoist practices and noble virtues.
Such people often study Taoist classics all their lives, only seeking to attain enlightenment and ascend to immortality.
As far as he knew, there was no one in this land who had truly cultivated Taoism. Through books and scriptures, it was not difficult to find that those beings who were regarded as true kings and immortal gods were often titles given posthumously by Taoists from later generations.
However, a true cultivator cannot be compared to Chen Yu, at least in the field of Taoism.
You must know that even a person like an old Taoist priest is only a master of martial arts. He is praised for his profound Taoism, but he has never been called a true cultivator.
I also thought of what Taoist Jiang said about Feng Shui.
He kept walking and pondered in his heart.
"Is a Taoist who is proficient in mountain talismans a real cultivator..."