The fifty-first slurry leaked the fish, and the stone was thrown to ask the way forward.

After the evening class, the twilight gradually deepened. The drum of the temple slowly beat and rippled open.

The drums of the Buddhist temple in the distance also sounded, and when I heard it in my ears, it seemed to echo and seem to be in harmony.

When the time came, the crickets hid in the grass and chirped hoarsely, and the first monk knocked on the door of the squatter of the Taoist master.

"Come in." The Taoist Master sat cross-legged on a cushion, holding a very old bamboo scroll and studying it carefully.

He raised his hand to close the door and sat down on the only white futon in the room.

"You brought that Taoist priest Qin Ying to Longtian Temple, how will you lead him away in the future?" He asked.

The worries of the first monk are all reasonable, after all, it is easy to invite the gods and it is difficult to send the gods, and Qin Ying is not a good person.

Dao Xuanshi trembled his beard and smiled: "Don't worry. When the day comes, she will naturally return to Chang'an City. As for Ruqi, who came with her, if it was inconvenient for him to live in the first place, the poor monk would take him to the Pure Industry Temple. ”

"It turns out that you have a plan in mind." The first monk not only breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on the peanut plate on the small table, and he remembered another important matter:

"That little Taoist priest is here to eat a vegetarian feast, but where is there any delicacies in my Longtian Temple to entertain him?"

I saw that the Taoist Xuanshi put aside the bamboo scroll that recorded the "Four Divisions", and looked at the first one: "Is there still millet or corn flour in the temple?" ”

"This," the first monk didn't know what medicine was in his gourd, and said after a long pause, "Last autumn, the mountain people came all the way to offer two bags. There are many left. ”

Dao Xuanshi pursed his lips: "Tomorrow I will make a table of pink fish [Note] vegetarian feast, let that little path open its eyes." ”

The first monk was taken aback, and his jaw was about to drop: "What is the pink fish?" How can it be a vegetarian feast? ”

-- If he didn't hear the sound of "pink fish" wrong, he misunderstood its meaning.

The other party just calmly handed the first monk a square-sized silk book: "It's not a big deal." You are prepared according to what is written above. ”

The first monk was full of suspicions, but he didn't dare to ask again.

He had very little personal friendship with Dao Xuanshi, and he couldn't say a few words in Pingsuli. I don't know if it's because Dao Xuanshi doesn't want to make friends, or if he doesn't want to cling.

I opened the bolt of the door and was about to lift it out, when I heard a leisurely sentence float from inside: "When you prepare for the fifth fast tomorrow, remember to call the poor monk over." ”

The movements of the first monk's hand stopped, thinking that there was something to teach in the future. Who knew that Xuanshi's voice turned a few corners, and there was no sound.

Out of the door of the dormitory of the Taoist Xuanshi, he took advantage of the moonlight to look at the three lines of the silk book, and finally guessed the appearance of "pink fish".

On the day, Longtian Temple is as usual.

It's just that some sharp-eyed monks found that the Taoist priest Qin Ying was no longer walking with Ruqi at any time.

The fat monk who said that Ruqi was a traitor saw Qin Ying and Ruqi entering the hall far apart, and quietly said to the young monk: "It's right that they have nothing to do with each other." ”

"It's too much to say that the two are irrelevant. Maybe they had a quarrel yesterday and will be reconciled in a few days. The young monk bit his ear at the people around him.

The Taoist Master passed by them solemnly with a bowl in his hand. During the period, Yan sù coughed, and stared at the two people who were talking nonsense.

The two people shuddered at his sight, and were extremely afraid of the prestige of the Dao Xuan Master, so they immediately silenced him, and bowed to his back in unison.

Qin Ying was guided to sit at the bottom left of the dining hall, because today she was an honored guest invited to the vegetarian banquet.

After the crowd finished reciting the offering text for the lunch fast, the little novice came over to arrange the dishes and chopsticks for Qin Ying.

After a while, there were five small pottery bowls in front of her eyes.

The center of gravity in each bowl is "pink fish". However, the main ingredients are different, and the vegetables and vegetables are also of different types and forms.

Qin Ying opened his mouth, wanting to ask what was in the bowl of the little novice. Suddenly remembering the rule that you can't talk in the dining hall, she obediently let go of her curiosity.

Looking up at the vegetable bowl on the other side's small table, there was also this white agar-like and tadpole-shaped thing in it. But the others only had a bowl in front of them.

"Iftar." As usual, it is accompanied by the sound of a wooden fish.

She raised her chopsticks and picked up the pink fish and put it in her mouth.

The pink fish was too soft and smooth, and Qin Ying had not yet tasted it, so it entered her stomach.

At that moment, she remembered the fish that her sister had made for her.

Once upon a time, her home was on Taibai Mountain, and there was a clear stream at the bottom of the mountain, and the bottom of the stream was full of tiny swimming fish.

Every time Qin Ying accompanied her sister to the stream to fetch water, she would beg her sister to make fish for her to eat.

Sister Qin Xi always persuaded Qin Ying not to move this thought for various reasons.

"When you were young, didn't you fish to give you a long body? When you grow up, you can't eat it. ”

Although Qin Xi has always been unable to stand the soft grinding and hard bubbles of his little sister, he has adhered to his principles in this matter.

To say that you don't make fish is not to make fish. It was useless for Qin Ying to cry.

Now this pink fish has successfully evoked Qin Ying's childhood memories.

She tasted the pink fish in the bowl one by one, and actually tasted the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty flavors.

Fortunately, the portion of each bowl was not much, and the five flavors were relatively shallow, so she swept away the dishes without much effort.

Otherwise, according to the rules of the hall, Qin Ying would not be able to get out of the door here.

Stacking several empty bowls together, Qin Ying saw that Dao Xuanshi glanced in his direction, and there seemed to be a smile in his calm eyes.

The sunset is slightly tilting, but it has not yet reached the evening class, which is a short time for the temple to retreat.

"Today's vegetarian banquet is really different." Qin Ying met Dao Xuanshi at the door of the hall. She thought about it for a while, but said hello first.

"Can Daoist Qin feel the sincerity of the poor monk's hospitality?" Dao Xuanshi said with a smile.

She leaned down and bowed, "Thank you Dao Xuan Master for your hospitality." It's just that Xiaodao was still surprised after eating, and he didn't know what he was eating. ”

"The soup made of pink fish is mixed with five flavors and distinct condiments." Dao Xuanshi pinched his beard, and his face still had that spring breeze smile.

Qin Ying craned his neck to look at him: "The five flavors on the vegetarian banquet have a deep meaning." ”

"What do you mean?" Dao Xuanshi asked pretending to be puzzled.

"All the flavors of life start from the five flavors. Dao Xuanshi wants to tell me that eating the five flavors is the normal state of people. It doesn't matter if you suffer for a while. And let go of his hands and feet to do what he wanted. ”

Daoxuan Master stroked his palms and sighed: "The poor monk just filled the five flavors and didn't think much about it. Unexpectedly, Qin Daochang's mind was so meticulous. That's a wonderful solution. ”

Qin Ying flashed his eyes a few times, and he deeply felt that sometimes he thought too much and became trouble.

Seeing Qin Ying's appearance, he took out a roll of notes from his sleeve: "The method of pink fish is here, if you are interested, take it." ”

[Note] I can't say for sure if there was a pink fish in the Tang Dynasty, I hope you will take care of it.