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Chapter 749 Dongyang Specialties

There was a lot of traffic in front of Chengyi Bo's house, which was different from the past, and the visitors who came to post messages were lined up all the way to Liu Junshi Bridge.

Among the visitors, there were many high-ranking officials and literary figures. Unfortunately, no matter what status the visitor had, they were all turned away.

"My master is not in good health and has not seen guests for a long time." The old man took the trouble to feed the rejected guests over and over again: "Your Majesty, please come back. Don't waste your time here."

"I am an old friend who he studied with, and he doesn't want to meet him?"

"I can't help it. Master said, no one will be seen."

"Please tell Mr. Qingtian that this matter concerns the survival of the holy religion and the discontinuation of its orthodoxy. As a disciple of Confucius and Mencius, he cannot just sit idly by!"

"Someone asked me to tell you before. My master also asked me to tell you that he is old and confused and can't help anymore."

"Why can't I help?" Someone couldn't help shouting loudly. "He is the teacher of the King of Chu, and it is his duty to stop the King of Chu from destroying the teachings!"

"I don't understand what you are talking about..." Menzi shook his head and closed the door.

"Open the door, open the door, we want to see Liu Bowen!" The people outside the door shouted angrily.

If Lao Liu hadn't sent guards to stand guard for Master in advance, these guys who were going crazy with anxiety would have really been able to break in and force Lao Liu to express his stance in person.

But now, facing those thick sergeants who looked like wolves and tigers, they could only shout loudly and did not dare to step even half a step beyond the thunder pool.

There was an unbeliever who broke through before and crossed the red line on the ground. The guards picked up his limbs and threw him into the river... It was so cold that I didn't dare to be stubborn again.

"Borrow the light, make way." Just when everyone was helpless and furious and only dared to speak, a magnetic voice sounded behind them.

"Who are you?" Everyone was not venting their anger. After hearing this, they turned around and glared angrily. They saw a fat monk with a smile on his face, but a pair of triangular eyes that made people feel chilled.

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Dao Yan." The fat monk saluted with one hand because he was holding an alms bowl in his other hand.

"You are Shi Daoyan, one of Gao Jidi's ten friends in Beiguo?" Thanks to Gao Qi, some people have heard of his name.

"It's the poor monk." The person who came was none other than Monk Daoyan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Master Daoyan, are you also here for the survival of our Confucian religion?" Everyone asked happily.

"I am a disciple of Buddhism now, so I shouldn't interfere with your Confucian affairs." Daoyan said with a embarrassed smile, "I'm just here to visit you."

"Don't waste your efforts, you won't be able to get in." The Confucian scholars said in frustration, "Don't you see that we are all being rejected?"

"Ah, the poor monk's face is broad, and his face may be bigger than yours." Daoyan didn't care, he held up the alms bowl and walked into the crowd: "Be careful with the soup."

"What's the smell? It's so stinky?" All the Confucian scholars hurriedly covered their noses.

"That's right, it smells bad. This is a folk remedy that the poor monk specially asked for from Mr. Bowen - eggs boiled in boy's urine." Dao Yan replied with a smile.

With a shout, the crowd moved out of the way, fearing that they would be splashed with a little bit of it.

Daoyan held the alms bowl and Shi Shiran walked towards the gate of Uncle Chengyi's Mansion.

"How can you, a monk, eat meat?" someone accused him.

"This is for Uncle Chengyi." Dao Yan said, "It is specially used to treat old eyesight, dizziness and loss of appetite."

"Then you can't boil eggs!" Another person said angrily: "Buddha said that all eggs are inedible, because they all have children!"

"There is only boy's urine in this alms bowl, monk." Daoyan said, pretending to open the lid and said: "You have to prepare your own eggs if you are sincere."

"No, no, you just brought a jar of urine with me?" All the Confucian scholars had black lines on their faces. They were shameless enough, but at most they were only polite and affectionate, and they didn't even bring urine to someone's house as a guest.

"This is not ordinary urine. It is collected by poor monks from door to door for alms. It is the urine of children under six years old." Daoyan said seriously: "And I watched the children urinate with my own eyes. There is no adulteration at all.

Fake."

"Okay, okay, stop talking..." The Confucian scholars almost vomited and watched Dao Yan come to the door.

"Amitabha, please announce that Daoyan is here." Daoyan held the urine pot in his hand and saluted with one palm.

"Wait." The sergeant at the gate turned around and went in to announce. After a while, he turned back and said: "Go in."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and ordered: "Let it go."

"Thank you." Dao Yan thanked him and strode inside.

When everyone looked at it, they thought, oh, we just missed a jar of urine, right?

He quickly said to Dao Yan loudly: "Gao Jidi is the leader of our Confucianism. He died tragically to protect the religion. As his close friend, how can you not contribute to our Confucianism!"

"Yes, Master, help us." Some people even begged.

"Amitabha." Daoyan shouted the Buddha's name, only giving them a layer of fleshy folds on the back of his head.

~~

In the study room of Uncle Chengyi's Mansion.

Liu Bowen sat in the rocking chair, leaning against the charcoal pot and reading a book, with a thin blanket covering his legs.

Seeing the fat monk coming in, he laughed and asked, "You bald donkey really brought a jar of boy's urine?"

"How can that be possible?" Dao Yan then laughed and said, "Is this poor monk such a stingy person?"

As he spoke, he lifted the kettle on the charcoal basin, sat the alms bowl up, opened the lid and offered the treasure, saying, "Look, not only does the boy urinate, but there are also eggs."

"You opened it for me and put it on the fire to cook. Isn't that enough?" Liu Bowen cursed upon seeing this.

"Hey, the eggs are cold and have to be heated before they taste good." Dao Yan said with a serious smile: "In Song Lian's hometown, during the spring season, every household asks for children's urine. It is said that not a drop of child urine is wasted.

Used to boil eggs."

"Hahaha..." Liu Bowen couldn't help laughing and said, "It's not that exaggerated, right? I have known Mr. Song for many years, why haven't I heard him talk about it."

"That means he is being unkind." Dao Yan curled his lips and said:

"If you eat these eggs boiled in boy's urine, you won't suffer from heatstroke in the summer, and you won't feel sleepy or weak in the spring. Dongyang people have been eating it since they were young. He must be no exception. Otherwise, he is over seventy years old, and his body and bones are still so strong?"

As he spoke, he narrowed his triangle eyes and said, "I am currently traveling to Beijing at night under the stars."

"Oh, really? Are you quite well-informed?" Liu Bowen glanced at the monk with ulterior motives.

"How can I have any news about this poor monk?" Dao Yan chuckled and said: "He is the leader of the literary world and a scholar. If such a big thing happens, how can he hide at home with peace of mind?"

At this time, the heat came up from the alms bowl, and the room immediately became very erotic...

Liu Xiang came in to serve tea to his grandfather and almost stopped talking.

"What does this smell like? Did you boil urine in the house?" Liu Xiang couldn't help blurting out.

"Hehe, yes, eggs boiled in child's urine." Daoyan still smiled and reached out to fish out one from the alms bowl. It was so hot that he couldn't hold it with his fingers, and the egg kept beating on his fingertips.

But Dao Yan is indeed a gourmet, and he has been like this. After a while, he peeled off the egg skin and handed it to Liu Xiang: "Here, try one. It smells coquettish and tastes delicious!"


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