When Fu Yao left the National Master's Mansion and returned to the Taoist temple, the banquet for the Taoist temple was ready.

I don’t know if Zhao Xingtai’s craftsmanship is considered to be accumulating strength. Before, except for a sweet duck dish, the other dishes were not outstanding. However, the dishes at the banquet today have the characteristics of gathering from all over the world. The ingredients are all from south to north, and the flavors are mixed together.

For example, the coconut chicken, crucian carp milk soup, □□ abalone, etc., the fusion of mountains and seas, south and north is well reflected on this table.

After the craftsmen from Huaishu Forest came, they all savored the dishes after tasting them, saying that the emperor was probably eating like this. Even Zhongli, who was sitting beside Fu Yao, moved a few more chopsticks.

"Come on the bar." Fu Yao touched a large jar of wine from somewhere, "This wine is definitely delicious."

"What kind of wine is this?" The wine has not been lifted, but the people present have already smelled the scent of the wine.

"This family has no other Huangliang wine." Even if ordinary wine is expensive, it is difficult to get drunk. But Huangliang wine is different. As long as Huangliang wine can dream, no matter how ghosts, gods and people, they can get drunk.

"Huangliang wine? It's not the Huangliang wine bar that made the scholar dream." Zheng Jianren said.

"It's this." Fu Yao said.

"Then I have to try it."

"I want it too, I want it too, pour me some."

After knowing that this was the rumored wine, the jar was turned around and everyone poured a big bowl. Finally, Zhao Xingtai, who served the table, also poured a bowl and sipped it. He also wanted to see how the yellow wine was different from other wines.

Fu Yao was also poured a bowl, but she tasted it like drinking water. She drew the yellow wine. I don’t know if it was because the yellow wine pen was now or what, but the wine had no effect on her.

While drinking water and eating vegetables, Fu Yao felt a little regretful when he saw everyone around him gradually drinking.

When the wine jar was completely empty, everyone was drunk, with their arms around and chatting about the past. Some people cried and some laughed, and it seemed that they were really drunk.

After drinking the white water in the bowl, Fu Yao sighed to Zhongli, "Is there any god who is good at brewing wine?" She wanted to get a jar of wine. How could she call wine if she couldn't drink it?

However, she sighed for a long time but had not received a response.

Fu Yao looked sideways and saw Zhongli sitting upright with his back straight, his eyes looking like he was staring blankly.

daze?

How could the sober Zhongli have such a look?

Fu Yao waved at him, "Zhongli, are you drunk too?"

Zhongli turned his head to look at her, "No."

Looking at his clear eyes, Fu Yao was happy, "You are sober, you won't look at me like this." Zhongli, who was sober, had always been very emotional. He had basically no such straightforward eyes.

Thinking that this guy would get drunk for a day, Fu Yao was ready to move. She approached him and wanted to reach out to touch his eyelashes.

She had been doing this for a long time. How could a man have such beautiful eyelashes? She wanted to touch it if it was true.

Just as Fu Yao approached him, his body was suddenly hugged by Zhongli, and his whole body fell into his arms, and at the same time, he was accompanied by his helpless sigh, "Don't make trouble."

A question mark slowly emerged from Fu Yao's head who fell into his arms, "?"

After struggling for a while, Fu Yao couldn't break free. She raised her head and hit his forehead, "Zhongli, be awake and see who I am."

Zhongli seemed to be in pain slightly, but his hands did not let go. He looked at her and said, "You are Fu Yao."

"I know who I am, and I still hug you." Fu Yao broke away this time and returned to his position. "You can't let me sell you just because I owe you some money. How could I be worth more than 300,000 taels?"

She mumbled, but then she heard Zhongli say, "No hugs."

The words in his mouth came to an abrupt end. Fu Yao subconsciously looked at him, but saw him looking at her, with a different light in his eyes. His eyes looked like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, so straightforward that he could not hide it. Seeing her, he repeated another sentence, "You are Fu Yao, you are not hugging me."

In that moment, Fu Yao's heartbeats a little.

No one can be indifferent to this look.

But soon, Fu Yao came back to his senses, "Okay, Zhongli, you actually have this idea about me. I said why did those two magic weapons not charge money and exchange them for me? It turned out that I wanted to get more."

Although he was cursing, Fu Yao quickly avoided his eyes, and the white water wine bowl in his hand inexplicably tasted something else.

At this moment, Fu Yao talked about it and never looked at Zhongli again.

There is time for Huangliang wine. Once the banquet ends, the effect of the wine is gone. The people and ghosts present gradually return to the clear light, but looking at their relaxed faces, they should have been drunk just now.

"The time is almost over." Zheng Zhiren stood up first. He looked at the Taoist temple under the bright moon, and felt unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.

He always wanted to build something that was passed down to the world, and the Taoist temple in front of him completely fulfilled his dream.

Now that his wish is over, it is time for him to be reincarnated.

"Our life has been perfect." The others also stood up one by one.

The completion of the Taoist temple was not only due to Zheng Zhiren, but all the craftsmen in the Huaishu Forest participated.

Wood, stone, mud and tiles, carvings on stone, lacquers in Taoist temples, flowers, plants and trees in front yards, etc., are all the hard work of these masters. The future of Taoist temples is almost foreseeable. As long as they are not destroyed, it will be the nickname for water in the future.

For craftsmen, being able to make such works is their greatest honor.

"Let's go." After carefully examining the Taoist temple, Zheng Zhiren bowed to Fu Yao and Zhongli, and greeted the others, "Let's go down the mountain. When we pass by Qingsong Temple in the next life, we will come and sing incense sticks."

"This idea is good. I hope that when we come again in the next life, this Taoist temple will still be there."

"Bah, shut your crow's mouth. I want to come and pay homage to my masterpiece in the next life."

All the craftsmen laughed and scolded each other. Finally, as Zheng craftsmen said goodbye to Fu Yao and the other two, they left the Taoist gate one after another, and disappeared on the road down the mountain with the breeze in the mountains.

Seeing the people who had been with them for so long leaving, Manager Jiang and others felt very melancholy.

"Everything is gone."

"Yes, they're all gone."

The locust forest that has been lively for so long is probably empty in the future.

"We will leave in the end, right?" Fu Yaosikong said in a common sense, "Okay, I'll go out. When I come back, I want the Taoist temple to be clean and the incense is abundant. You know how to do it."

She went out as usual, and the others didn't care much, only Zhongli felt something was wrong.

Everyone just drank Huangliang wine...

He turned his face to look at the wandering ghosts who were still lying on the wall of the Taoist temple to suck incense...

...

Tian Xuanzi was woken up by Fu Yao, and when he was dreaming that he had built the main school.

"Go and clean up my residence. I will stay in Chang'an for a while next." Fu Yao said.

When Tian Xuanzi saw that it was her, he took the lead in shrinking into the quilt and said, "Please avoid it first."

His eyes swept over Tian Xuanzi's shoulders, and Fu Yao sneered, "You are the three-legged chickens? I don't like them yet."

Tian Xuanzi felt a little wronged, but he did nothing wrong, so why did he suffer such humiliation for no reason?

After being wronged, Tian Xuanzi quickly sent someone to clean up the best yard for this Buddha to live in.

Fu Yao didn't have to mess with Tian Xuanzi, she just thought it would be better to find something to do now.

But when the gate of the new residence was closed and everything returned to silence, she looked at the empty room and couldn't stop Zhongli's eyes coming into her mind.

"I'm really into a devil." Fu Yaocai didn't believe that Zhong Li would be interested.

Since you don’t have any heart, why are you talking about being moved?

"Sleep!" He threw his thoughts behind his mind, and Fu Yao thought nothing and fell on the bed.

...

Taoist temple.

After listening to the narratives of the little ghosts, Zhongli still had his expression on his face. Finally, he gave him a handful of incense to the little ghosts as rewards, and then returned to the tomb as if nothing had happened.

When he arrived at the tomb, he continued to clean the newly carved glassware, then arranged the utensils on the shelf one by one, then took a shower and changed his clothes, changed his bed robe and lay in the jade coffin.

It's all as orderly as usual.

After he closed his eyes for half a quarter of an hour, he suddenly sat up again.

If the mind is not calm, how can a person be calm?

Something happened, and it was really hard to be indifferent.

...

The next day, when Tian Xuanzi woke up, he received a special invitation.

There is no reason for this. This invitation was sent with a golden statue, which was difficult for him not to notice.

"Whose invitation?" Tian Xuanzi asked.

"It's the fifth aunt from the Duke Ding Mansion." The disciple had already inquired about the person.

"Oh?" Tian Xuanzi suddenly felt like he was returning the gift.

He was unwilling to get involved in the affairs of the Duke Ding Mansion, and as for Qi Shuangbai, he didn't want to deal with it.

Although Qi Shuangbai has always shown a gentle and elegant face, Tian Xuanzi doesn't like him very much, and intuitively thinks that the farther away from him, the better.

"Just say I'm busy and return the gift intact." Tian Xuanzi said at last. He is no longer short of money now, and there is no need to get himself into the storm because of these things.

When the Taoist boy was confused, Fu Yao came back with a stretch, "What are you sending it back to do? Don't give it to me all."

Tian Xuanzi originally wanted to remind Fu Yao that Aunt Qi was not a simple person, but when he thought that Fu Guanzhu could not know what he knew, so he made a quick decision and put the things in Fu Yao's hands.

If the things are sent out, it has nothing to do with him.

Fu Yao wiped the golden statue and said, "It still looks like gold. Since the things are collected, please invite people in."

The Taoist boy knew very well who said the most calculating now, so he turned around and asked someone out.
Chapter completed!