Chapter 163: The Wine Fairy

I haven't eaten well these days, I remember that there is still half an urn of white rice in the kitchen, and I must boil the white porridge in a hot pot today, and then go to find some fresh mountain mushrooms to cook together, and then add a little salt, and eat a delicious meal!

I swallowed my saliva and quickened my pace, just turning the corner of the corridor, but I saw that the smoke of cooking rose in the stove where the pot was cold and the ashes were burning, and a salty smell of meat wafted along the smoke, which made me sneeze fiercely, but I couldn't stop the gluttonous saliva flowing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Who's there?

Is Langya back?

I took two steps forward anxiously and happily, and really saw Langya come out of the stove, he walked hurriedly, the wide sleeves of his robe were tied up with light cyan ribbons, and he looked very neat and good-looking, seeing me, he smiled apologetically, and said softly: "Help me watch the fire, I'll go and get some ginger back." ā€

"Oh......"

I stupidly watched Langya walk past me, and then I came back to my senses, so I hurriedly walked into the stove, and saw that the place where the stove had been placed had been cleaned up, and a rectangular bronze brazier was set on the ground, and the charcoal fire was booming, roasting the two pheasants hanging above the brazier.

The roasted pheasant was tarry, shiny, and occasionally dripping grease fell into the charcoal basin and made a squeaking sound. I picked up the tongs next to me and poked the charcoal cubes in the brazier, and then took two pieces of new charcoal from the charcoal basket next to me and continued to put them in.

"Look at the way you burn the fire, but you still look good!" Langya praised it, scooped water out of the water urn, washed the ginger first, peeled it finely, and then put it into the bamboo tube and wrung out the ginger juice, and then sat next to the brazier with a small bowl of ginger juice.

I watched Langya busy before and after, and said proudly: "When I was a child, I often helped my father to light the fire, and this work was done!" ā€

Langya didn't say anything more, just chuckled, and then concentrated on brushing ginger juice on the chicken skin.

I saw that he took the trouble to wipe it over and over again with a small brush, so I asked curiously, "What are you doing with so much ginger juice?" ā€

"The skin and meat of the pheasant in summer are less than the fat in winter, but the fishy smell is much greater than in winter---- ginger juice is fishy and greasy, especially the freshly pulled fresh ginger, which is just right."

Oh!

I nodded ignorantly, and seeing that Langya was speechless for a while, I couldn't suppress the curiosity in my heart for a while, so I cautiously asked, "Where have you been these days?" I couldn't find you for days! ā€

"I'm in this valley." Langya paused slightly, then put a small brush stained with ginger juice into the belly of the pheasant and brushed it carefully, while saying: "I see that your demonic power has fully recovered, and after breakfast, I will send you out of the mountain." ā€

Belch?

I was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said, "Don't worry, you just came back, otherwise let's rest and leave?" ā€

For some reason, I suddenly felt that this bamboo house was very good to live in.

That's a lot of fun, isn't it?

I thought silently, but I saw Langya unhurriedly finish brushing the ginger juice, and then took out a snow-white handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said slowly: "Blue Bird came with a message this morning, saying that in recent days, an old man who claims to be a wine fairy has been looking around about your whereabouts, don't you want to go out and have a look?" ā€

"Brewmaster?"

I shook my head blankly and said, "I don't recognize this person!" ā€

"But when he meets people------" Langya looked at me and said inexplicably: "You are his wife who has not passed through the door!" ā€

What the?

I almost jumped up in anger---- who the hell did I provoke? Why is it that a cat and a dog come over and speak badly?

No matter how much you get out of your family, even if I don't want anyone anymore, I won't be committed to an old man, right?

Lao Suo......

I automatically and spontaneously imagined the appearance of a hunched and white-haired thin old man in my mind, and I suddenly shivered, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body!

Don't be bumped into by me, otherwise, I will hit this fox once and again, until he is looking for teeth all over the ground!

I was thinking to myself, when I saw a fragrant chicken leg suddenly reach out to me.

"The blue bird has already inquired into the old man's residence, and when I finish breakfast, I will take you to him, how about it?"

Seeing that I was stunned, Langya smiled and stuffed the chicken leg into my hand, and said, "You have to fill your stomach before you can fight with someone, don't you?" ā€

Also!

I took the chicken leg as the old old man of the wine fairy, and took a vicious bite, and then suddenly remembered something, so I asked Langya inarticulately: "Do you recognize a man wearing a white collared robe with very long hair?" ā€

As I spoke, I stood up, stretched out my foot on the ground, and said, "It's so long!" ā€

Langya was stunned for a moment, and then said thoughtfully: "Hair length to the ground? ā€

I nodded busily. After thinking about it, he added: "He said that his name is unemployed!" ā€

"Unemployed......" Langya muttered the name, I saw him at a loss, and hurriedly said: "He said that unemployed is his name in this life!" I wanted to ask him what his last life was called, but unfortunately he forgot about it later! ā€

Langya lowered his head thoughtfully when he heard this, and after a while, he raised his eyes and asked, "When he left, there were white lotuses falling from the sky?" ā€

"It's not the White Lotus, it's the Red Lotus!" I swallowed the leg meat in my mouth, wiped my mouth and said: "There is also the Buddha Yin Sang---- Wuye said that as long as he stands here, he can help you share the thirty percent thunder, I don't believe it, but he smiled casually like that, and then the Manskrit sound fell down with the red lotus...... And then the thunderstorms on your side stopped! ā€

Speaking of this, I took out the green bracelet from my arms and handed it over, saying, "I asked who Wuye was, and he said that he was this string of Buddhist beads!" ā€

Langya took the string of beads with a solemn face, and after a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "I see!"

What do you mean?

I looked at Langya with a curious expression.

Seeing this, Langya chuckled lightly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the name of the previous life of Wuye is called Buxiu." ā€

Don't fix it?

Don't fix it!

Our eyes widened: "That little monk who doesn't cultivate?" ā€

Langya nodded with a smile in her eyebrows and said, "That's right, it's him!" ā€

"Isn't he dead?" I was shocked and said, "Could it be that ---- shadow is really a ghost?" He lied to me that he was a wisp of divine thought! ā€

"Whether it's uncultivated or unemployed, it's just his physical body." Langya shook his head with a smile and said, "It's me who wants to be left!" I always feel that if I don't cultivate, he will die. Now it seems that it is just a skin, and I can't let go of it for thousands of years...... It's really obsession and harmful! ā€

I couldn't understand it anymore, so I said stupidly, "What is this!" Is it true that you don't repair it? ā€

"The Buddha said that you can't say it!" (To be continued.) )