As Ye Zigao expected, at dusk, the Taoist priest walked into the inn with a dry smile.
Yu Sheng happened to come out of the kitchen. During this half day, he devoted all his energy to making the lion's head, raising his rating to eight.
No matter how delicious the food is, sometimes you get tired of it, and Aunt Qing has already gone up to rest.
Ye Yegao and Bai Gaoxing went to the field, followed by a few grasses. They wanted to remove the weeds.
For the rest of my life, I am worried that no one will accept the fresh lion head I made.
"Little shopkeeper, you have to bother me all night." The Taoist priest walked to the counter.
Yu Sheng poured him a bowl of wine and gave him a plate of lion heads, "Try this."
The Taoist priest's eyes lit up when he was drinking. When he picked it up with chopsticks, it was too tender and he didn't pick it up in his mouth at all.
He licked his chopsticks and praised: "The cooking skills of the little shopkeeper are incredible. After traveling through so many cities, few people can match you."
Yu Sheng handed him a spoon, not taking the compliment to heart, "It's okay to stay one more night. I happen to need your help with something."
The Taoist priest threw himself on the lion's head wholeheartedly, "You said." He didn't even raise his head.
"It's not too difficult, just let your rat..."
The Taoist priest raised his head and vaguely accused Yu Sheng.
"I'm not talking about you rats, I'm talking about you rats, help me out when we perform the rat show in Yangzhou City," Yu Sheng said.
"That's easy to say, how can I help you?" The lion's head was so delicious that the Taoist priest scooped it up.
Yu Sheng then told the story of the little old man and Wu Zhu, but he did not reveal that the protagonist was the little old man.
He asked the Taoist priest to incorporate this story into his rat play.
The Taoist priest chewed on the lion's head and was about to agree, but he took it back when the words were already on his tongue.
He looked embarrassed and said, "Little shopkeeper, this play is difficult to arrange. It's very difficult to fake it and offend the witch academy."
Yu Sheng waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I'll give you the wooden board as a gift."
The best thing for the rest of my life is the ash tree. I will ask the God of Agriculture some other time to see how I can plant a few more trees.
"Sure." The Taoist priest nodded.
I just felt that I was a bit shortchanged for the rest of my life, so I added another story, a story about the blackmail of Fang Wu and Zhu.
The Taoist priest was speechless, "Little shopkeeper, will this cause revenge from the witch academy? I am different from you..."
"Don't worry." Yu Sheng stopped him, "If the Witch Academy dares to take action, it's just what they want. I will help you deal with them then."
The Taoist priest felt relieved and went upstairs with the lion's head and linden wine, "That's done, I'll go back and rehearse."
It was getting late, and I no longer practiced lion head for the rest of my life. I sat at the door with a plate and drank tea.
The setting sun hung on the wall, casting the shadows of the trees by the river. Baozi and his furry children were playing by the river, and laughter could be heard from time to time.
Black Cat, the police sergeant saw the Taoist priest driving his car in front of the inn, and wanted to visit again, but was brought back by Yu Sheng.
After being slapped twice, the two cats simply squatted in the warm sun, licked each other, and then began to punch each other.
"I haven't seen the setting sun for a long time." He Jinxi stood behind him at some point.
Yu Sheng looked at him, and He Jinxi came over and sat across from him, "It's not that I haven't seen him, it's just that I haven't noticed him for a long time."
Yu Sheng poured him a bowl of tea and handed him a spoon, "Have a try, I just made it today."
He Jinxi said: "The dishes cooked by the shopkeeper are all good. I hope Xi'er can taste them when she wakes up."
"Yes." Yu Sheng said.
He Jinxi took a sip, then drank another sip of tea, and then took a long breath.
The tea was mountain tea picked by the old monks in the temple, and it had a lion's head and a sweet mouth. It's just that there were few people to share it with, otherwise the happiest days would be nothing more than this.
He Jinxi sat under the setting sun, beating his legs.
Only then did Yu Sheng realize that he was tired from the journey, instead of looking as strong as when he arrived.
"He Daxia has a destination, so he won't covet the beautiful scenery along the way." Yu Sheng said.
He Jinxi shook his head, saying that he wanted to live a happy life, having someone by his side, watching flowers bloom and fall, and coveting the beauty of life were the reasons why he sought immortality.
He told Yu Sheng that they came from the Southern Wilderness and crossed the Wilderness Sea to the Western Wilderness, hoping to find a panacea that would bring his wife back to life.
However, Lingshan Mountain is difficult to climb and Kunlun Mountain is unreachable. After no solution, we will go to the Central Plains - the place where many saints were born in legend.
It's just that many saints have died, and the rest are hidden in the mountains and forests. It is difficult to find their whereabouts.
In desperation, He Jinxi originally decided to carry his wife to the Northern Underworld Capital, but at this moment, news of the mirror came from Kunlun Qiu.
So He Jinxi came to Donghuang again with the coffin on his back, and after going through a lot of hardships, he found Jian Nang Town.
"I have heard the legend of the mirror before, but it has been circulated for thousands of years and I didn't take it seriously." He Jinxi said while drinking tea. This was also the reason why he was planning to go to Beiming.
But this time the news not only came from Kunlun Qiu, but what convinced him even more was that according to the Queen Mother of Kunlun Qiu Xi, this mirror had just been used.
"This news came from the blue bird that brought food to the Queen Mother of the West," He Jinxi said.
According to what he heard, the Queen Mother of the West asked the visiting people at that time, if she used a mirror to bring the dead back to life and enter reincarnation to rob people, was she not afraid of being counterattacked by heaven?
The visitor laughed and said, what is the way of heaven, and what is the way of heaven? Those who follow my heart are the ways of heaven, and those who go against my heart are blocking the way.
She asked the Queen Mother of the West, "Resurrecting the gods is going against the will of heaven. They don't care about the way of heaven."
Queen Mother Xi took the opportunity to ask about the rebirth of the gods, and also asked for the use of a mirror.
"At that time, she said that the mirror had been thrown back to its original place, and the person who borrowed it would find it if there was a chance," He Jinxi said.
Qingniao was standing by at the time, heard the words clearly, and then spread the news.
Going against the will of heaven, this mirror had to be called a divine object. Naturally, many people wanted to get it, so it spread throughout the wilderness.
For the rest of my life, I felt that this blue bird had a big mouth, otherwise the words of the Queen Mother of the West would have spread throughout the wilderness. It was also mentioned in the legend of the mirror last time.
It was after hearing this conclusive news that He Jinxi found Jian Nang Town based on older legends, otherwise he would have gone to Youdu long ago.
People in Youdu are rumored to be able to see ghosts, so maybe it would be a good idea to let them search for them.
"Why don't you try with someone from the witch academy?" Yu Sheng asked.
It's okay not to say it. As soon as Yu Sheng finished speaking, He Jinxi, who had just been calm and eloquent, slapped his palm on the table.
This table was not made of wood, it was from the batch that had been retired from the Yusheng Inn, and a corner of it was immediately taken off.
"It was the witch academy that harmed He Xi like this." He Jinxi said in a dull voice.
Seeing the angry look on his face, Yu Sheng was shocked.
After a while, He Jinxi looked at the table and said, "Sorry, I lost my temper."
Perhaps he lost interest, so he stood up and returned to the inn.
Yu Sheng looked at his back and said, "What happened to the Witch Court? The water here is really deep."
It was quiet outside the inn again. Black Cat and the police chief had gone somewhere. At least they didn't go to cause trouble near the Taoist priest's car.
The setting sun fell on the water, making the waves sparkle. A few furry children were tired from playing and slowly walked ashore.
When they saw Yu Sheng, everyone, led by Baozi, ran around and asked, "Brother Sheng, what are you going to eat?"
When they saw the three lion heads left on the plate, Baozi reached out and grabbed them without Yu Sheng's reply.
"Go." Yu Sheng took them away and teased them: "Want to eat? That's fine. I can sing a little song for Brother Sheng."
The fragrance of Lion's Head aroused their greed, and Baozi was not timid at all, and started singing without waiting for Yu Sheng's consent.
"The wind is blowing and the rain is blowing. When will I return home to wash my guest robes..."
Yu Sheng was so shocked by this broken voice that he almost fell to the ground.
"Okay, okay, here you go." Yu Sheng quickly stopped him.
Baozi hurriedly closed his mouth and gathered with his friends to share the food with spoons.
"Let me have a bite, let me have a bite." Several people soon started fighting with each other due to uneven distribution.
"You eat the most steamed buns." Yu Sheng fanned the flames beside him.