The old servant and two Taoist nuns helped the old man sit carefully on the straw mat in the corridor.
"Do you want to wipe this blood?" a Taoist nun asked nervously, looking at the blood stains on the old man's ears.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." The old man said slowly.
After receiving the news over there, two Taoist nuns came out quickly.
"Master of the temple," the three Taoist nuns said in a hurry as they saluted.
"What's wrong?" the viewer asked.
Several people hurriedly talked about the matter.
"Sorry to bother you, let's take a rest here for a while," the old man said.
Although his face is weak, his bearing is still extraordinary.
The patron was busy giving gifts.
These were people who came for mountain climbing. They were used to it. It was just that Xuanmiao Temple had a low reputation. Secondly, Xiaoxuanmiao Temple had a bad reputation and few people came to their Taoist temple.
This old man is such a person. If it weren't for a sudden accident, he would never have entered this Taoist temple. Although there is basically no hope for him to become a pilgrim, the temple owner still treated everyone warmly.
Clear soup, vegetables and rice were quickly placed on the table.
"If you eat rough things in the temple, a good person will forgive you," said the temple owner.
"Thank you very much," the old man said in return.
The observer saw that he did not move his chopsticks immediately, but poured a white frost rolling ball out of the sachet in his hand and slowly put it into his mouth.
"Is this the pill given by the lady in the mountain?" the viewer asked curiously.
The old man smiled.
"Actually, it's not a pill." He said, pouring out another pill and handing it over, "Xian Gu, try it."
It’s not a pill? Can you still try it casually?
The Taoist nuns were a little surprised.
"How could this happen?" The viewer hurriedly declined.
"Try it, taste it." The old man said with a smile.
After taking a break, my spirit gradually recovered.
Naturally, the visitor was too old to try it. A little Taoist boy couldn't resist his curiosity and stretched out his hand to take one, then looked at the master timidly.
The viewer shook his head, but did not blame him. The child put it into his mouth with peace of mind, and the honey splashed in his mouth.
"Master, it's an orange!" the child shouted vaguely with his eyes wide open, juice flowing out.
Except for the old man who already knew, everyone else was surprised.
"orange?"
"It's just the small oranges I bought from Yamashita."
Sure enough, it's not medicine, the viewer thought.
"Master, can you still eat oranges like this?"
"Master, aren't oranges eaten directly?"
Of course not, those wealthy people have many ways to eat melon seeds, and candied fruits are even more complicated and luxurious.
Listening to the fairy aunts talking in low voices, the old man ate with a smile. He was picky about his food, so these simple meals were naturally not to his liking.
"Master, the lady asked you to eat..." the old servant said in a low voice, looking at the chopsticks that his master was about to stop.
The old man shook his head and smiled.
"You've never been so obedient." He joked, reaching out to touch his ears and hissing twice, "I never noticed that Wan Ping was so ruthless."
The old servant smiled bitterly.
"Master, I'm not in the mood for joking right now. After you have eaten, we'll go see the doctor right now," he said.
"Didn't the lady say it's okay, so you didn't listen?" The old man smiled, then picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
The Taoist nuns all retreated, and the temple master personally accompanied them, watching the old man eat a bowl of rice, a plate of vegetables, and a bowl of soup.
The child holds some water.
"There is no tea, please forgive me, kindhearted person," the visitor said.
I don’t just eat tea from outside, not to mention it’s an inconspicuous Taoist temple. The old man smiled slightly.
"It doesn't matter." He said, picked up the slightly rough porcelain cup and took a sip. After the meal, his energy was basically restored, and he looked around the small Taoist temple.
It can be seen that the owner has carefully repaired the blue bricks and gray tiles, but it still looks a bit outdated, a little less aura and more pyrotechnics.
Where there are immortals, there will be spiritual energy. A Taoist temple still needs to be supported by popularity to have spiritual energy.
After drinking a glass of water, the old man poured out two more sugar oranges, hesitated for a moment, and finally ate only one, put the rest back, and stood up.
A donkey cart came from outside, the old servant helped the old man get on the cart, and the master of the temple took his disciples to see him off.
"Thank you." the old man said.
The patron was busy returning the favor.
"Thank you." The old man said again with his hands aside.
The donkey cart slowly drove away.
"This old man is so polite, he said it twice in a row," the little boy said with a smile.
"That time you weren't thanking us, you were thanking that lady." A fairy touched the child's head and said with a smile.
"Senior sister, who is that lady? Is she an immortal on the mountain?" the child asked curiously, regretting that he did not follow her to dig wild vegetables, otherwise he could meet the immortal.
Tong Yan made everyone couldn't help but look towards the mountain. The sun was shining in the middle, making the mountain forest glow with sparkling light. A small Taoist temple was revealed among the trees, and smoke was rising from the cooking pot.
Everyone suddenly lost interest.
Even the immortal can't keep that dirty woman around!
The girl lifted the lid of the pot and saw that the meat powder in the bowl was shiny. She took it out with a cloth and filled it with another bowl of rice. She took out the long and dark green pickles from the urn next to it and put it on a plate. She looked at it carefully.
After the fire in the stove was out, he picked up the tray and headed into the house.
Cheng Jiaoniang was sitting in the hall reading a book.
"Madam, let's eat first." The girl knelt down and said, looking at the open book, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Don't rush to read, it's still early for the New Year, I can definitely finish reading one page."
Cheng Jiaoniang pursed her lips and smiled.
After getting along with her until now, this girl is no longer as reserved as she was at the beginning, and she can even joke around.
Not everyone is like this, from stranger to familiar, from familiar to stranger again.
Cheng Jiaoniang picked up the chopsticks, put the meat on the rice, and picked up a pickle, mixed it slightly and ate it in her mouth.
"Is that person the wild man who leads the temple?" she asked suddenly.
This kind of topic is really embarrassing for a woman who has not left the court. The girl did not expect that she would say such embarrassing words, and her expression was calm, as if she was talking about the rice being a little soft today.
"Yes." The girl said.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded, stopped talking, and then ate slowly.
Someone is calling the door outside.
"Sister Banqin, sister Banqin."
It was the child adopted by the master of the temple. The girl got up and went over.
"Master, please come over." The child said timidly.
The girl hesitated for a moment, then looked back at Cheng Jiaoniang in the hall. Cheng Jiaoniang bowed to her with her chopsticks.
"Okay, I'll go take a look." The girl said, stepped out, closed the door, and followed the child.
They had just left when another child poked his head out from the side of the house, looked around, finally gritted his teeth and tiptoed over, stretched out his hand and pushed the door half open, then turned around and ran away as if he was being naughty.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her head when she heard the knock on the door, but didn't see Banqin coming in. She paused for a moment and then continued eating.
"If you want to invite that girl to dinner, there's no need to chase me away. It'd be nice to eat together." The man came in through the back door, sullenly, and muttered, "You can't be impatient... I'm still hungry."
He suddenly stopped and saw the half-open door here.
It's where that stupid lady lives...
The word "silly lady" flashed across his mind, and the beauty he had never seen before appeared in his eyes...
The most important thing is that he is a fool...
Idiot, I don’t understand anything...
The man's breathing quickened, his throat surged, and he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva. He felt hot all over in the autumn day, and couldn't help but reach out and lift off his clothes, revealing his dark, plush chest.
He walked over and walked through the half-open door.
"Little lady..." he shouted tremblingly, looking into the hall.
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