If you can't beat it, you can run, this is indeed the style of the old way.

Qin Chuan followed behind Lao Dao and asked, "Do you still have to copy the Heart Sutra today?"

The old Taoist replied without replying: "Copy, of course, you have to copy, a hundred times, you can't discount it." ”

When Qin Chuan heard this, he sighed, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of Lao Dao, he would definitely fall off the cliff and not see today's sunrise, but he vaguely remembered that there was a warm current in his belly last night, but now he can't remember anything, hey, it seems that this martial arts cultivation path is completely blocked for Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan was not discouraged, he just picked up the quilt on the ground and found a bare branch to dry the quilt. Lying on the ground last night, this quilt was wet with the morning dew and became heavy, if it wasn't for this sunny day to dry, then the cold at night would be aggravated, it must be tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep, but the rising sunlight was too strong, so that Qin Chuan couldn't open his eyes.

Thinking that he had to copy the Heart Sutra, Qin Chuan turned around and walked over the steps, looked up and saw the wordless plaque on the door, Qin Chuan couldn't help but think to himself, when his wild grass font went further, he would definitely take a resounding name for the nameless Taoist temple of this horse stepping mountain, find the best craftsman in Qingzhou City, and put on a golden signboard, which will definitely resound for hundreds of miles at that time.

It's just that this terrain is steep, I'm afraid that no one can come, it's really famous, but it doesn't work, it's a pity. Otherwise, with his three-inch tongue, he will draw lots for people to interpret dreams, and when the time comes, he will earn enough money and move to Qingzhou City, and he will be in the belly of the mountains and seas every day, and he will smell the fragrance of April green wine from time to time, even if he can't become a strong man who flies into the sky, it is good to be a free Taoist.

Without waiting to think too much, the scent of sandalwood burning in the main hall came over, Qin Chuan stepped on the bluestone slab and passed by the green ashtank, just like the first time he saw it, this green ashbox was not a little strange at the moment. Feeling dazzled, Qin Chuan shook his head and walked towards the side room in the courtyard.

This side house is located on the west side of the Taoist temple, and is usually used as the kitchen of Qin Chuan and Lao Dao.

Qin Chuan and Lao Dao can't learn from the rivers and lakes to open the valley, they only think that whether it is cured meat or vegetables, grains and grains, three meals a day are essential. If you have nothing in your stomach, you will be dizzy, how can you have the strength to recite the Heart Sutra, how can you really take refuge in the Tao.

The kitchen was not large, behind a wooden door, there were only a few stone pots and stoves, and next to it was a table of eight immortals, and next to it was an axe for chopping wood.

Qin Chuan once asked, on the top of this cliff, almost no one came, what is the use of this wooden door, Lao Dao said: "There is no other use, just to prevent the wind." "The top of the mountain is really cold, and if it weren't for this shelter, I think I would have snot at this moment.

Qin Chuan took the axe, skillfully stood a fir branch, took a deep breath, and slashed towards the middle of the tree ring, under the contact between the axe and the tree, except for the half of the sawdust, but it was not split, Qin Chuan couldn't help but be annoyed, even this fir tree block had to bully him, his heart was full of anger, he picked up the axe again, and hit the tree ring again, but the strange thing is that the wood was still not split, and then Qin Chuan began to be confused.

"Go and chop the wooden block next to it, this is what I used when I made the talisman, don't touch it for now. Lao Dao's voice suddenly came from the main hall.

Qin Chuan didn't think much about it, he found a new piece of fir tree, and split it as before, the piece of wood was separated from the middle, clean and neat. Hey, this is really amazing, the same wooden block, there is such a difference, Qin Chuan praised it.

Pick up some fallen leaves from the courtyard and put them in the stove, take out the fire fold and ignite it, blow a few breaths, the fire gradually grows, Qin Chuan saw this and hurriedly put the wood that had just been chopped in, and at the same time took out the newly milled millet from the wooden cabinet in the kitchen and put it in a clay pot to wash, and finally put it in an iron pot to stew.

This new rice was purchased by Lao Dao from a nearby farmer some time ago, but according to Lao Dao's temperament, it must be much more expensive than usual.

Knowing that due to the long distance in the mountains, the farmers could not carry new rice into the city to exchange, so it was not easy to cultivate, but it was difficult to exchange for silver, so every time he went to the farmer's house to buy rice, he always gave more silver. There are also many farmers in the mountains who don't know where Lao Dao lives, but he knows that after the new rice is harvested every year, he comes to buy it on time.

Qin Chuan knew that this new rice was not easy to come by, it was the old way along the vine ladder to go up, always dare not have the slightest waste, put the new rice in the clay pot into the pot, and saw that the fire was still very strong, so he sat in front of the hearth and recited the Bodhicitta Sutra, this mountain is slightly cold, only this hearth is still a little warm before.

"Raise the good Dharma of the people, do the good Dharma of the people......" Qin Chuan roasted the fire and recited the Heart Sutra, although he began to copy and recite the Bodhicitta Sutra when he was young, but he never knew its meaning. The old Taoist said that this Bodhicitta Sutra was handed down from the hands of the ancestors, even if Qin Chuan is not a real Taoist person, but eating in the Taoist temple, you must memorize it by heart.

This ancestor is the clay statue in the main hall, about two feet high, as if to break the roof of the Taoist temple

Qin Chuan has seen many clay statues in Qingzhou City and other places, or Buddhist bodhisattvas, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, which make people feel indifferent; or Wenqu Xing, which is worshiped by scholars, holds classics in their hands and looks down on all beings. But the clay statue of the ancestor in the main hall of Ma Ta Ling, the whole body has no color, only to see a person wearing cloth shoes and holding a dust, I don't know whether it is too old or why, the face of this clay statue has been blurred, and even whether it is a man or a woman can not be distinguished.

Qin Chuan asked Lao Dao about the clay statue of the ancestor, but Lao Dao said: "If you are not a person in the Daomen, don't ask about the Daomen." ”

Therefore, every time Lao Dao looked at the clay statue of the ancestor with great respect, he knelt on the ground and made a disciple salute, but Qin Chuan was arrogant and disrespectful to this clay statue, and coldly watched Lao Dao year after year, day after day, like wood to the clay statue and saluted.

Qin Chuan went through the Bodhicitta Sutra in his mouth, smelled the aroma of porridge in this pot, and really aroused his appetite, it can be seen that the bottom of the porridge is white, and the new millet has been cooked thickly.

Yesterday I was tired, and it was already midnight when I arrived at the Taoist temple, Qin Chuan was hungry at the moment, and he felt that the chicken legs that Miss Zhang ate when she got married that day were not as good as this bowl of porridge.

The newly milled millet, full of fragrance, may be the rice in the mountains, absorbing a lot of heaven and earth aura.

Lifting the lid of the pot, a hot air came to his face, Qin Chuan took a sip hard, he couldn't hold it back, put the porridge in the pot in the clay pot, and took out a handful of beans from the tile urn against the wall.

This bean is picked a month ago, simply rinsed and then added salt, no other condiments are needed to marinate it, simply put it in an iron pot and stir-fry a few times to get out of the pot, with a small porridge is very suitable.

About the old Taoist smelled the smell, dressed in a shabby Taoist robe and trotted over from the main hall, chanting words in his mouth, he couldn't help but admire: "Fragrant, really fragrant, but really hungry for the old way." ”

At this moment, Qin Chuan had already prepared the dishes and chopsticks and was waiting for the banquet to begin.

The two of them sat at the table of the eight immortals without speaking, one person had a bowl of porridge, one person had a bowl of pickled beans, and the sound of drinking porridge was hulala, as if they were eating some rare mountain and sea delicacies.

"How is this millet porridge cooked?" Qin Chuan asked as he wiped his mouth and leaned against the wall.

Lao Dao drank the last mouthful of porridge with satisfaction, ate the last bite of small beans and said: "Walking in the world for decades, when it comes to eating, you can be called the best, and give you a few more years, the golden knife Liu of Yufulou is not as good as you, this Qingye Taoist temple, if you lack this craft, I can't stay in the old way." “

"That's nature, the way of the world, but it's not one. My cultivation in this eating path is not weaker than your cultivation of the Fu Seal. Hearing the praise of the old Tao, Qin Chuan was very useful.

When Lao Dao heard Qin Chuan's words, he also smiled: "I thought before, if you really feel bored copying the Bodhicitta Sutra every day in the Taoist temple, then you can go to Qingzhou City to find a restaurant as an apprentice, and after a few years, it is not bad to be a cook, at least, you will not starve yourself to death." ”

Lao Dao thought that if Qin Chuan couldn't become a player for red and white ceremonies in the future, he would become a cook, so it seemed that he could make do with it for a lifetime.

When Qin Chuan heard this, he also smiled and said: "Old Dao, if I go to Qingzhou City, then you won't have anything to eat." When the time comes, don't abandon the Taoist temple, go to Qingzhou City to find a taste of meat. ”

Lao Dao felt that what Qin Chuan said was very reasonable, if Qin Chuan really went to Qingzhou City, then there would be only one person in this Taoist temple in the future, and this satiety problem was really difficult to solve.

So the old Tao said: "What the rabbit cub said is very true, seeing that your porridge is okay, you don't have to copy the Heart Sutra today, and you will go to prepare soon, the autumn solstice will pass, and it will be too late to make osmanthus wine. ”

When Qin Chuan heard that osmanthus wine was about to be brewed, he immediately washed the dishes and chopsticks and went to get the penny.

The Taoist temple of this Ma Ta Ling, there are many osmanthus trees, most of which are located on the edge of the cliff, it is already late autumn, and it is full of yellow branches at this moment. The mountain breeze blows, and the refreshing fragrance comes through.

In Qin Chuan's view, the fragrance of this osmanthus is not inferior to the sauce beef made of century-old marinade.

Lao Dao was standing next to the guardrail on the edge of the cliff at the moment, looking at the growth of the osmanthus tree, and he was also smiling so much that his eyes were gone.

In the late autumn of this year, osmanthus wine is brewed together with Qinchuan.

Lao Dao said at this moment: "This radius of dozens of miles, it belongs to this Taoist view of the osmanthus tree grows the best, presumably listening to the Bodhicitta Sutra every day, avoiding countless thunderbolts, in order to have such a flourishing leaf, this year must be brewing twenty jars is not a problem." When the time comes, we'll have a good drink. ”

Qin Chuan held a penny more than a zhang high beside him, and when he heard the old man's words, he also said with a smile: "This year's rain is abundant, it is a good year, watching the osmanthus blossom full of branches, even more than in previous years, or make some osmanthus cakes this year, and wait until the day of the heavy snow to close the mountain, you can also make a tooth sacrifice." ”

When Lao Dao heard this, he also nodded and said: "Yes, just make osmanthus cake, so good!

After that, Qin Chuan spread dozens of cloth bags on the ground, in order to prevent the wind from blowing away, there were a lot of stones pressed next to it, and after confirming that there were no problems around, Qin Chuan took the penny and walked to the osmanthus tree.

Lao Dao said beside him: "Beware of safety, but don't get too close to the cliff." "In previous years, it was the old way to beat the osmanthus tree to collect osmanthus flowers, but this time I saw that Qin Chuan was not young, and I thought that I was lazy, so let Qin Chuan try. But Lao Dao was a little worried, probably because he was afraid that Qin Chuan would beat the osmanthus to the side of the cliff, scattered on the smooth cliff wall, difficult to collect, and he really couldn't drink half a drop of osmanthus wine at that time.

When Qin Chuan heard what Lao Dao said, he just nodded, saw the location of the cliff, and climbed directly to the osmanthus tree. The branches of this osmanthus tree are thick, and it is not a problem to withstand Qin Chuan.

Holding the penny on the tree, covered by the branches of the osmanthus tree, the osmanthus on the top seemed to be difficult to touch, and his hands and feet were a little unable to stretch, Qin Chuan thought about it, and walked a few steps to the branch, closer to the cliff, as if he could hear the whirring sound coming from the side.

Seeing this, Lao Dao reminded Qin Chuan: "Rabbit cub, you can't go any further, the branches are too brittle, and you can't stand it." ”

Qin Chuan said that he knew, took the penny and began to play the top osmanthus flowers, at this moment the yellow stars fell little by little, and after a while, a lot of osmanthus flowers were piled up on the ground.

Qin Chuan said with a smile: "It's just that, two jars of wine are not enough." Wait!" After speaking, he ignored the advice of the old way, and walked a few steps closer to the branch, closer to the cliff, where there were also a lot of osmanthus flowers, but at the moment there was a slight noise in the branch.

Lao Dao almost scolded: "Rabbit cub, come back soon! Is it really dying?" Lao Dao's face turned pale with anger, and his spit splashed.

But Qin Chuan was unmoved, and continued to walk towards the cliff, thinking about getting closer to the osmanthus flowers, and after a few beats, a lot of osmanthus flowers fell, Qin Chuan said happily: "So many osmanthus flowers, ten jars of wine are enough ......."

Before the words fell, the branch where Qin Chuan was suddenly broke, and Qin Chuan followed the fallen branch and fell directly to the side of the cliff.

Seeing this, Lao Dao forcibly took a breath of true anger and shouted: "Hurry!" When Qin Chuan was about to fall off the cliff, Lao Dao's figure flashed and rushed forward.

Qin Chuan suddenly felt the branches falling, and his heart was flustered, but he couldn't control his body, and he couldn't help but close his eyes as he watched the edge of the cliff getting closer and closer.

At this moment, Lao Dao arrived in time, grabbed Qin Chuan's right leg, and pulled it back, and the fallen branch and penny, together with the penny, had already fallen out of the cliff top, and there was no sound.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but be scared at the moment, cold sweat was dripping down his back, and his feet couldn't stop trembling.

It was a little because Lao Dao was too anxious, which caused his true anger to collide with Danhai and Kongshan, and there was already a faint blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, so he hurriedly wiped it off while Qin Chuan was not paying attention.

Seeing Qin Chuan like this, Lao Dao said jokingly: "Rabbit cub, let you stay away and don't believe it, you have to run somewhere." Fortunately, I didn't get drunk today, otherwise I would really be the only one left in this Taoist temple. "Then take a penny again and play osmanthus.

After a while, Qin Chuan recovered, busy collecting the fallen osmanthus flowers, and there were words in his mouth: "If you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing." ”

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In a private house in the capital, a man wearing an official uniform is also under the osmanthus tree, beating the osmanthus with a penny. The guard next to him was very confused at the moment, why did this adult want to make osmanthus with his own hands, but he never drank it.