Huo Jiuting felt funny when he saw her perfunctory little look, "I'm not cold, do you have anything to eat?"

"have!"

Xia Qing hurriedly wanted to go to the back to serve him food, but was stopped by Huo Jiuting, "No, I'll just go to the kitchen to eat something by myself. Have you all eaten?"

"It's so late, how could it be that I haven't eaten yet? I asked my mom to keep it for you and warm it on the stove."

There are two stoves in total, one in the front, one is large, which is usually used for farm stays. There is a small one in the northeast of the back cover room, connected to the kitchen, which is used by the Xia family to burn fire.

There is a coal stove in the kitchen, which uses its own handmade coal, which is not used very much. After it was boiled on New Year's Eve, it kept the fire. At this time, a pot of pork ribs and lotus root soup was stewed, and astragalus and red dates were added to it, emitting a sweet fragrance.

Xia Qing quickly served a bowl of pork ribs and half of the lotus root. He added a scoop of soup to the small table, "If you are tired of it and are not full, just use the soup to soak the fried rice."

After saying that, Xia Qing went to the cabinet to get fried rice. She didn't want to eat it very greasy in the morning, so she soaked the fried rice in soup, which was quite delicious.

Huo Jiuting was tall and long, and he looked a little cramped when sitting on the dining table. He didn't care. He sat sideways, stretched out his long legs and took a sip of the soup. The taste was very satisfying.

"Where is the master? He hasn't come out to eat these days?"

"I'm very hardworking when I have just one meal a day." Xia Qing smiled.

"I'm afraid of death like this?" Huo Jiuting frowned, but Xia Qing could see that Huo Jiuting had no intention of contempt.

Her senior brother, obviously caring about people, is not so nice to say.

The two of them didn't avoid talking, and the words reached the old Taoist priest's ears. He was so angry that he almost ran away and coughed twice.

Xia Qing and Huo Jiuting looked at each other, and they hurriedly ran to the old Taoist priest's house.

"Master!"

Huo Jiuting pushed open the door and saw the old Taoist priest sitting on the bed, still retaining his cultivation posture, his face full of red light, and it seemed that something was wrong at first glance.

The two of them were so clear-minded that they naturally guessed what the old Taoist priest was coughing.

Huo Jiuting touched his nose, walked in, standing in the room without saying a word.

"Master, let's take your pulse!" Xia Qing said with a compliment.

There is no way, the senior brother wants face. She is a girl, and she is not very old, so it is not very useful to take face.

"No, so as not to be famous for being greedy for life and fear of death." The old Taoist priest said angrily, and he didn't even look at Huo Jiuting, and he was obviously angry.

Yes, who wouldn't be angry when he heard this?

This is really a full man who doesn’t know that the hungry man is hungry. How can a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old experience the fear and anxiety of an old man who lives in his 70s and 80s? No, an old man who lives in his 100s is about to step into the grave?

By the way, who in this world can truly see through life and death and go to the underworld calmly?

There are indeed those who are not afraid of death and who kill themselves, but how many old Taoists live like this? Such people may not be afraid of death. They are just afraid of living and think that being able to enter the Pure Land by death is a kind of liberation. On the contrary, those who escape from life are truly greedy for life.

Huo Jiuting is only seventeen years old and his life has just begun. How can he understand what "death" is?

However, the old Taoist priest did misinterpret Huo Jiuting's meaning. Huo Jiuting was actually feeling sorry for the old Taoist priest. Just for the sake of longevity, he lived for a few more years, and he could not even have a daily life?

"Master, senior brother has no other meaning. Senior brother actually feels sorry for you!" Xia Qing was afraid that this pair of masters and apprentices who had been together for many years would cause misunderstandings for a few words.

"No, Master didn't misinterpret my meaning. I was just saying that Master is afraid of death. Why, can I say it wrong? How old is it, I have seen all the turmoil in the world. I am still reluctant to die. In order to live one more day, I ran from Sanqingguan to my junior sister's house and refused to leave. I still refused to eat well even three meals a day, which made others worry about you. You said you, you don't have any wife or children, and you are alone. What's the point of living?"

The more Huo Jiuting said, the more disdained his tone.

"Why am I alone? When I die, no one throws the bowl for me, or no one praises me? You kid, don't you want to support me for my old age and see me for the end? In the future, your junior sister can take care of me, but you are also my disciple. I don't rely on you for my old age and see me for the end. Are you not going to take care of me for the end?"

Huo Jiuting glanced at him sideways and ignored it, but the meaning was obvious. He would not ignore it, but he was too lazy to pay attention to the old Taoist priests who kept the matter of retirement and sent him to the end all day long.

Is this something that monks should care about?

Where is the loess not buried?

The old Taoist priest's eyes were red, and Xia Qing's nose was inexplicably sour. Huo Jiuting saw it and snorted coldly, and was rude to the old Taoist priest again, "Don't you have ten years to live? You can live for ten years, won't you be prepared to stay here for ten years to practice?"

"So what?" The old Taoist priest was very frustrated, and he didn't want to. Did he just think about it?

"Last time, didn't Wei Zifu's tomb be dug out in Zhaojiazhuang? I don't know what Feng Mingsheng and the others had moved there, but the spiritual energy was leaked there. Otherwise, I'll help you build a house there, and you can go there to practice and retire. It's close. If something is wrong, I'll ask someone to take a message to the junior sister."

"Senior Brother!" Xia Qing hurriedly walked over and pulled Huo Jiuting's sleeve, "Master is old, let Master practice here!"

After all, there is a deep mountain and the territory of Zhaojia Village. What should the master do if the people in Zhaojia Village are not friendly to their master?

"It's not bad to stay here, but you have to eat on time in the future. You have to go out for a walk after dinner every day, practice all day long, and the meal is not good. How much qi and blood are there on your body?"

After Huo Jiuting finished speaking, he raised his foot and walked out.

Xia Qing looked at this and that, but didn't know what to do, so he said, "Master, Senior Brother is much more filial to you than me!"

"He can kill a group of people with this mouth. Don't think I don't know what he wants to do with his heart."

The old Taoist priest said that, he would get up to eat obediently and drink a bowl of lotus root soup. He felt so angry that he sat down and started practicing again.

He started a little late, but working hard may not necessarily lead to longer life. The old Taoist priest felt that God sent these two children to him, and it was not without intention.
Chapter completed!