Taoism was founded by Zhang Daoling in the Han Dynasty and has continued for thousands of years.
The rare classics in his sect have been passed down and supplemented by countless generations, and now there are countless precious classics accumulated.
Although Nanhua Palace is far less famous than the Tianshi Mansion on Longhu Mountain, the Fuzhen Temple on Wudang Mountain is as famous.
It is not as influential as the Taoist temple on Qingcheng Mountain.
But after all, Nanhua Palace is a famous southwest temple that has been passed down for more than 200 years.
so,
The iron bells, iron tiles, and iron auspicious animals on the roof of Nanhua Palace have all been tempered into steel for making kitchen knives.
But that is just a form, something external to Nanhua Palace, and it has not harmed the roots of Nanhua Palace.
These things are just hardware in Taoist temples.
Fortunately, no bad guys have come to destroy the documents and classics in the Taoist temple so far.
If a few more years go by, there's no guarantee that something will happen.
Therefore, Luo Xuan had an idea: to get rid of as many Taoist classics as possible and try to preserve them properly.
I had great respect for Taoist culture in the past. If I could take advantage of this opportunity to get some of the unique manuscripts and manuscripts in Nanhua Palace.
At any rate, it can be regarded as a small contribution to the continuation of our traditional culture.
——And it’s still effortless.
If it was too risky or the price was too high, Luo Xuan would not do anything beyond his ability.
Be wise and protect yourself first, and then take advantage of the trend when you have the remaining strength. This kind of risk-free good deed is still worth doing...
When Old Taoist Huayang heard about it, his face suddenly darkened!
"Hey! You ignorant kid! What are you doing with those old yellow papers?"
Old Taoist Huayang scolded: "Those Taoist secret books are useless to you; but to me, Nanhua Palace, they are treasures that rely on the inheritance of the essence of Taoism! How can I allow you, a young fanatic, to get involved in them?"
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"Forget it if you don't give it."
Luo Xuan waved his hand impatiently and asked Du Juan to get into the kitchen, "Why did I provoke you to come out with all your old talk?
You are a dull old man with a weak nose and a weak nose. Have your old eyes also become dim? It is true that rotten wood cannot be carved, and summer insects cannot speak of ice."
With that said, Luo Xuan was ready to crawl into the kitchen.
The old Taoist Huayang was still angry. He stretched out his hand and pulled Luo Xuan, and he slapped Luo Xuan randomly!
"How dare you hit someone?"
Dujuan was furious when he saw this, and immediately pulled off the backpack from his shoulders and put it over the old Taoist's head!
Unexpectedly, Old Taoist Huayang looks thin, but his skills are very strong.
He just slipped sideways and escaped being covered by the basket on his back!
"Pah, pah, pah—"
While dodging Du Juan's attack, Old Taoist Huayang slapped Luo Xuan's body with his hands like a gust of rain hitting a banana!
Luo Xuan was suddenly struck by this blow, and couldn't help but use Muay Thai on Huayang Lao Dao.
Elbow strikes, straight punches, hits to the lower abdomen;
Attacking the chest, gouging the eyes, lifting the vaginal legs;
Luo Xuan had no scruples in attacking, attacking the opponent's fatal parts, and kicking all the places Huayang Taoist must save!
However, there is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides.
Huayang Lao Taoist was avoiding Luo Xuan's sneak attack while also dodging Du Juan's "chicken mask".
But under such unfavorable circumstances, Old Taoist Huayang received a slap from Luo Xuan and a kick from Luo Xuan on the butt...
Of course, that slap in the face doesn't count.
After all, if you go for a sneak attack or slap an old man in the face, it won't sound good if you say it out loud.
"The sun is shining brightly today and the breeze is not dry. Why are you so irritable?"
A fierce battle was going on outside, and a voice suddenly came from inside the kitchen: "Old Master Huayang, you haven't even finished your lunch yet, so why are you so full that you start a fight with a junior?"
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist Huayang smiled coldly and said, "If a poor Taoist doesn't take some action to punish such arrogant and rebellious people, even if they are brave enough, they won't be able to eat them."
After saying this, Hua Yang raised his hand and swept away, knocking Luo Xuan and Du Juan back a foot away, then turned around and entered the kitchen.
Du Juan leaned over and picked up a wooden stick, and was about to rush in to settle the score with the old Taoist, but Luo Xuan reached out and held him back, "Forget it, he went to the old man's house without being beaten. If he blackmails you and me, we have to follow him.
It’s such a shame that he’s going to retire to his old age.”
previously,
When Old Taoist Huayang attacked him, Luo Xuanzhen was not frightened!
But after his slap hit her, Luo Xuan felt something was wrong!
Don't look at him, his punches hit the flesh, and his slaps made loud noises.
But if Huayang Lao Dao was beating himself up, Luo Xuan, as the person involved, knew it best: he couldn't help but feel pain, and... he actually felt a little bit comfortable!
However, although Luo Xuan understood that the other party had no ill intentions, he still had to resist.
I am not a glutinous rice ball, so I can let others rub it...
Whether you can beat him or not is another matter.
You still have to have attitude.
Du Juan held the wooden stick in his hand and looked sideways at Luo Xuan.
What she meant was: Now that we have fallen out with this old man, should we go in and borrow his stove to cook?
Luo Xuan pulled Du Juan and said, "Come on, let's put out all his condiments today! Let's put the salt in handfuls. If you don't want to eat it, just do it for my own pleasure!"
Bacon and sausage are already salty enough.
Luo Xuan was also planning to use up all the salt from Huayang Lao Taoist.
At this moment,
The voice in the kitchen came out again: "Meat is the most precious thing nowadays, and the Taoist scriptures are easy to make. Put it in the cooking pot and cook it at the same time as the rice."
If you don't eat the delicious bacon and sausages, why are you going to harm someone else's salt shaker?"
I only heard Ji Xuyuan laughing in the kitchen: "As for the scriptures you just mentioned, as long as I don't take them to the place where grains are reincarnated and spoil them, or use them as fire starters, they are given to you, so what's the problem?"
These few lines spoken by Ji Xuyuan are actually poems written by Du Fu when he was suffering from cold.
However, Ji Xuyuan, who is knowledgeable about the past and present, slightly changed a few words.
The meaning behind his words was also quite fitting: the sausage Luo Xuan was holding was only a short piece.
If it is steamed and eaten by the four people present, it will obviously only fit between the teeth.
If you are simmering a pot of rice, cut the sausage into cubes, and you will have a fragrant and oily pot of "sausage claypot rice".
As for that piece of bacon, if I add more peppers then, wouldn’t it be able to stir-fry a dish?
Bashu men generally have good cooking skills.
In the kitchen, apart from Ji Xuyuan, who has never touched Yangchun water with his hands since he was a child, Huayang Lao Tao, who is a fairy-like person, his cooking skills are actually not bad.
He could even stir-fry a few pieces of dried tofu brought by Ji Xuyuan to taste like shredded pork.
Sausage Claypot Rice,
Stir-fried bacon with pepper, stir-fried mushrooms, and dried celery.
Mr. Huayang took out a piece of fresh tofu from somewhere and made a green vegetable and tofu soup.
The four of us had three dishes and one soup, and we had a hearty and comfortable meal.
Luo Xuan had already had lunch before.
But to be honest, this Huayang veteran's cooking skills were indeed superb, so Luo Xuan couldn't help but stuff himself into two more large bowls of rice.
After the meal, each of us had a small bowl of tofu soup and ate it.
“Comfortable!”
Ji Xuyuan touched his belly and sighed with satisfaction: "It seems that for this meal, we all have to sit together. You fight for my share. People who can eat simple meals can feel comfortable."
"Hiccup~"
The old Taoist Huayang also smiled and said: "In our Nanhua Palace, I think back on those days, the number of devotees who came to eat vegetarian food every day was endless.
The entire dining hall was crowded and all seats were occupied.
If I don't steam the top ten steamer rice any day, I can't handle so many pilgrims."
Ji Xuyuan waved his hand, "You! As this little brother said, rotten wood cannot be carved!"
"What kind of climate is today, what's the talk of 'old'? Any mention of the word 'old' is bad and will be despised by everyone."
Ji Xuyuan said: "Today is a new era, a new society, and everyone is pursuing a new life. Niubi, if you still miss the 'old' days and always bring up old things... I
It is estimated that one day, you will be buried mercilessly by everyone along with everything from the past!"
This period is a watershed of an era.
In everyone's conceptual understanding, it is indeed as Ji Xuyuan said: as long as everything and everyone has the word "old", it is considered backward and bad.
Now, everyone is desperately pursuing something brand new.
Not only that, even "small" people and things are despised by everyone and will be looked down upon by everyone.
For example, if your ambitions are big, then whatever you do must be big; if you do any project, it must also be big!
Steelmaking must be big and the results must be big.
Even the work has to be big.
Just now at the door of the kitchen, Luo Xuan's words were actually reminding Huayang that he could not see the direction clearly and did not have enough observation and insight into the development of the situation.
Luo Xuan was reminding him that he did not have a keen enough sense of smell for changes in the wind direction.
Huayang Lao Tao, who has never been interested in the secular world, was unaware of these problems.
But Ji Xuyuan, who had been living in the world of mortals for many years, knew what Luo Xuan meant by what he just said.
After dinner.
Luo Xuan held a manuscript of "Tongxuan Zhenjing" in his arms and walked out of the gate of Nanhua Palace with satisfaction.
In the kitchen,
Ji Xuyuan asked Master Huayang in a low voice, "How did you feel the bones just now?"
Hua Yang smiled and said: "Well, it's not bad. This guy's bones are very good, but he's a little too weak."
Ji Xuyuan muttered: "As long as his body bones are good, as for those who are a little weak, I will teach him a few sets of Ba Duan Jin to strengthen his body, and a set of 'Chongqiu Inner Breathing Technique' to strengthen his body, and then slowly train him."
Huayang Laodao and Ji Xuyuan were talking in the room.
At this time, Luo Xuan and Du Juan had already left the Taoist temple gate.
Du Juan asked Luo Xuan, "It's appropriate for us to borrow the pots and stoves in this Taoist temple and donate some rice and noodles to others. Why are you taking other people's books?"
Luo Xuan smiled and said, "I'm not taking it, I'm borrowing it. I borrowed it to look at it so that their Taoist ideas can be spread and their Taoist doctrine can be passed down. This is also a good thing."
"Oh, Sister Du Juan, yesterday I had someone deliver the hot water bottle, soap, and shampoo for washing your hair. Have you received all of these things?"
"I got it. I still use it! If you don't believe me, why don't you take a look?"
Du Juan replied with a smile, while leaning her head close to Luo Xuan, "What kind of shampoo is this? It smells so good. If I had to guess, it must be very expensive, right? Hey ~ you too, why did you buy such an expensive thing?"
Luo Xuan turned sideways and said, "It's good to have received it. I was worried that you would leave early and miss the person who carried my things."
Yesterday at the frog market, Luo Xuan handed over the bamboo bucket filled with spring water and the gifts given to Eucommia ulmoides and his daughter to Liu Fuguier.
As soon as Liu Fugui finished his business in the market, ate some food in a hurry, and then walked towards Xiao Laojun's production team under the scorching sun.
Liu Fugui is also a veteran after all, and his physical fitness is quite strong.
He set out at noon, and when the sun had just dropped back into his nest, he rushed to the Xiaolaojun production brigade.
When he handed over all the things Luo Xuan entrusted to him to Du Zhong and his daughter, Du Zhong jumped anxiously on the spot, "What are you doing? What kind of arrogance is this? Luo Xuan, if he is willing
If you come to my house as a guest, just come. It’s just a meal, why do you need to give such a heavy gift?"
Captain Bu, who came to visit, touched the hot water bottle and smelled the soap.
Then he took out the two cans of canned fruit and looked at them, turning them over and over in his hands.
Bu Yaoming sighed in admiration: "That's right! If Luo Xuan comes to the mountain next time, he can't stay in your house anymore. Well, as long as he comes here, he will be a guest of our entire production team. You can't
You always eat alone, right?”
"You think beautifully!"
Du Zhong replied coldly: "First come, first served, do you understand? When people come to our mountains, they will recognize me as Lao Du's family! This is a private visit. There is no one like the cadres in your production team.
What's the relationship?"
Bu Yaoming and Du Zhong were bickering there.
Du Juan picked up the bucket of shampoo, ran to the well, and immediately started washing her hair.
Du Juan's mother saw this and ran forward to help.
In the past, Du Juan used soap locust or even firewood ash to wash her hair.
During this period, the women in the production team washed their hair. Sometimes when the hair on their heads was too greasy, they would grab a handful of firewood ash to wash their hair.
This is to use the alkali in firewood ash to remove the greasiness from your hair.
Now Du Juan suddenly started using Bee Flower Shampoo. As soon as she finished washing her hair, her black hair suddenly became smooth and silky.
The fragrance is fragrant and makes people feel happy when smelling it.
Dujuan, who was grinning from ear to ear, immediately stopped thinking about making dinner. She cut some bacon and sausages from the stove, took out a dried chicken and dried hare, and wanted to go to Hongxing Township to deliver food to Luo Xuan.
go.
In the end, it was Du Zhong and his wife who tried to talk things over, and then they managed to stop the cuckoo from flying away.
The Eucommia family, together with Bu Yaoming from the production team and Liu Fugui who came to the mountains to catch fish, had dinner together.
The anxious Dujuan picked up her backpack, lit a torch, and headed out of the mountain with Bu Yaoming overnight.
Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a meeting in the Hongxing Township Office.
And this meeting is related to the Xiaolaojun production brigade.
So Bu Yaoming, who originally planned to go to Hongxing Township for a meeting with the brigade cadres, couldn't wait for those brigade cadres at this time.
That's why he and Du Juan walked together and headed straight for Hongxing Township.
According to Du Juan's calculation: starting from the evening, by the early morning, he will definitely be able to feel the Red Star Township.
In this way, bacon and sausages can be delivered to Luo Xuan before Luo Xuan goes to the kitchen to steam rice.
It also allowed Luo Xuan to have a good meal at the beginning of school so as not to be laughed at by other classmates.
It's just that the mountain road is difficult to walk, and it's also difficult to walk at night.
In the early morning, Bu Yaoming and Du Juan rushed to the house where they used to stay.
There was heavy dew in the morning.
This family was only a few miles away from Hongxing Township, so Bu Yaoming, who was relaxed, couldn't bear the family's warm hospitality and couldn't help but drink two more glasses of morning wine.
It didn't matter when he got drunk, but he delayed Du Juan's delivery of bacon to Luo Xuan.
Therefore, when Du Juan finally delivered the things to school, it was a bit late.
