Ma Du put his hands behind his back and said, "Hehe...... Ben Hou Yijie is not a common man, how dare he call himself a master, and the Taoist chief praised it. ”

Ma Du didn't believe that he could pinch it, this was just flattering people, and this kind of avenue view was the best way to socialize with rich and noble people.

"This is wrong, Hou Ye is a personal disciple of Liuru Zhenren, naturally he is a master of the same sect, and it is an honor for you to be here."

Unexpectedly, this person was also a loyal reader of Lao Zhu, Ma Du replied with a smile: "It's true! Ben Hou was playing in the mountains, accidentally missed the time, and asked me to stay overnight. ”

"Monks are just convenient for people, why talk about trouble, please Hou Ye!"

"Thank you, I don't know the long road yet."

"Poor Dao Xuanhuizi, I don't know what the Hou Ye Dao number is?"

Road number? Ma Du didn't have this thing, but Lao Zhu, who was following behind him, suddenly said: "Jiang Ninghou's Taoist name is Xuan Chongzi." ”

"Poor Dao and Hou Ye are really fateful, and the Dao number is only one word missing." Xuan Huizi looked back at Lao Zhu, "This good faith is good-looking, dare to ask who it is?" ”

"A pro-soldier is always with him, usually he talks a lot, and the Taoist chief should not pay attention to him."

"Oh, by the way, the emperor's own "Legend of Liuru Immortals", poor Dao has read it, and recorded a lot of strange things about Liuru Zhenren, but he never mentioned which faction he came from, and asked Hou Ye for advice."

"This ...... Well...... It should be from the Shangqing faction. Madu casually rambled nonsense.

Xuan Hui Lao Dao clapped his hands happily, "That's really a coincidence, my Maoshan is the birthplace of the Shangqing faction, and the poor Dao and the Hou Ye are not only the same sect but also the same faction, no wonder the Dao number is similar." ”

Lao Zhu interjected with a smile again: "Maybe you two are brothers of the same generation!" ”

Lao Zhu put down the bamboo pole, and the old Taoist naturally couldn't wait to climb the pole, and in the short distance from the mountain gate to the main hall, Ma Du had an extra Taoist brother.

Since he is a Taoist disciple and now that he has entered the house, Ma Du has to go to the main hall to worship Da Mao Zhenjun first. After some worship, Xuan Hui Lao Dao could probably see that Ma Du was not from a Taoist background, and he was not even a layman who practiced at home, but he was still enthusiastic and instructed his disciples to prepare meals in the room.

Lao Zhu was already impatient to wait, "The Taoist only needs to arrange a place for the accompanying guards to prepare meals, and I will handle the Hou Ye's meals by ourselves." ”

Xuan Huizi nodded, "It's simple, and I'm afraid that the diet is not in line with the appetite of the Hou Ye, so I will let people prepare the ingredients for the pot stove." ”

Ma Du patted the big cloth burden in Yuansheng's hand, "The pot stove naturally wants, we bring our own ingredients!" ”

Xuan Huizi immediately arranged a small courtyard with a kitchen for them, and said that he would come again tomorrow and invite Ma Du to visit the temple and preach the scriptures together.

Without outsiders, Lao Zhu became the protagonist again, his spirit seemed to languish all of a sudden, sitting in the hall and patting the table and moaning weakly, "Hurry up, hurry up, I'm about to faint from hunger." ”

This is the first time that Lao Zhu has said that he is hungry in the past month, and Yuan Sheng quietly gave Ma Du a thumbs up, he was just worried that the ingredients that were all rancid could make something.

Ma Du got up and shouted outside, "Is the meal ready!" ”

"It's coming! Here it comes! I saw Zhang Wuliu running over with a big sea bowl, with a lot of pot ash on his face and hands, and said with a smile: "The emperor's rice is ready, and it is all done according to what Hou Ye said." ”

Lao Zhu's face couldn't help twitching, "You actually asked him to cook for me?" ”

"Your Majesty, Wuliu is simple and honest, he is a pure-hearted person, it is very suitable for him to cook!"

"What kind of person with the purest heart, is the most stupid person, hurry up and bring it up, if it doesn't suit my taste, I will settle accounts with you!"

Zhang Wuliu cowered and put the sea bowl on the table, and hurriedly withdrew, don't expect him to bring this thing.

Lao Zhu didn't care, he frowned when he looked at the rotten sauce-like thing in the bowl, sniffed a slightly sour smell with his nose, and just about to taste the bowl, he saw a black fingerprint on the edge of the snow-white bowl, and he didn't have to guess to know that it was Zhang Wuliu.

He didn't wipe it and changed directions directly, took a sip with his mouth open, smacked a few times in his mouth, and a pair of eyes suddenly widened the boss, and suddenly turned his head to look at Ma Du by the door and shouted heavily, "Xuanzhong!" ”

"Wechen is here!" Madu shuddered, the muscles in his legs tense and ready to run at any moment.

"Hahaha......" Who knew that Lao Zhu suddenly laughed, "This is the taste, the pearl jade and white jade soup I drank in Henan back then is this taste, I didn't expect that after so many years, I can still taste it, thanks to the blessing of Xuanzhong." ”

"Huh...... Your Majesty likes it! Ma Duxin said: "I have long said that Lao Zhu drank rancid swill back then, which is true." ”

Yuansheng found a spoon, Lao Zhu snorted in a blink of an eye, half a bowl of belly, he suddenly looked at Ma Du and said jokingly: "I can't enjoy such a delicacy alone, Yuansheng will serve another bowl and give it to Xuanzhong, let him eat with me." I still want to run, Han Cheng holds him down, hahaha......"

"Gross-"

Since I got up, Madu didn't know how many times he had retched, and he always felt that there was a bad taste in his mouth, and it didn't work after brushing his teeth.

Lao Zhu was refreshed, only wearing a small coat, punching and kicking in the yard, Ye Luzi's fists and feet were not ornamental at all, so he heard him humming and babbling, and he didn't stop until his forehead was sweating.

Seeing Ma Du picking his throat in the corner of the wall, he didn't forget to tease, "Xuanzhong, the spiritual food you made for me yesterday is really good, and I also ate it very happily, go back and let your elder entourage make a pot, let's eat it together." ”

Ma Du hurriedly begged for mercy, "Maybe Wechen is wrong somewhere, the taste of this spiritual food is wrong, Wechen won't eat it, since it is in line with His Majesty's appetite, His Majesty will enjoy it exclusively." ”

"Bastard, that little trick still wants to deceive me, I want to think of a clever way to make the queen angry, I didn't see me make a fool of myself, but I made myself embarrassed, I really deserve it!"

Since Lao Zhu saw through it, Ma Du hurriedly bent down and made a small one, "Your Majesty is wise, Weichen is at fault, please punish Your Majesty." But Niangniang has worked hard for His Majesty's dragon body......"

Lao Zhu interrupted rudely, "I was also drunk that day, and my words and deeds hurt the queen, and I regretted it, and I will make amends to her when I return to Yingtian." I guess you don't have much appetite, so accompany me to walk around this temple, yesterday the lights were blind, and I didn't see anything. ”

When the two of them went out of the courtyard first, they didn't go far before they met Xuan Huizi who came with his disciples to deliver food, Ma Du asked people to send the food back first, and asked Xuan Huizi to be a tour guide to accompany them to visit the Taoist temple.

Xuan Huizi is also a wonderful person, he is eloquent enough to tell the history of the Taoist temple and the allusions of Sanmao Zhenjun fascinatingly, Lao Zhu also listened to it with relish, but he was very dissatisfied with the name of the Taoist temple, after all, it was the name given by Emperor Mengyuan, so he had to change the name of the Taoist temple.

Xuan Huizi was naturally unwilling, but the domineering and willful Lao Zhu didn't care whether he was happy or not, his own eagle dog found a pen and paper for Lao Zhu, until Lao Zhu wrote "Edict Nine Heavens Ten Thousand Blessings Palace" on the paper, Xuan Huizi realized who this farmer was pretending to be, kowtowing happily, and the golden light in his eyes was shining.

However, he is destined to be happy in vain, with Lao Zhu's stingy nature, I am afraid that there will be no benefits except for this piece of paper, but it is enough for him to show off if he can be named by the emperor.

The name of "Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace" is not what Lao Zhu thought, it was suggested by Ma Du, and this ancient temple was called this name in later generations, and the name was given by Lao Zhu's otaku Sun Wanli Emperor.

Lao Zhu put down the brush, "I'm hungry, let's have breakfast and then respond to the day." ”

"Poor Dao didn't know that His Majesty was here, and the breakfast he prepared before was too rough, for fear that it would get into His Majesty's eyes, so he would make people do it again."

"Hmm." Lao Zhu nodded, it's not that he spends money and doesn't eat for nothing, anyway, this Taoist temple is very rich.

Lao Zhu led everyone to the small courtyard again, and was about to enter the door when he suddenly stopped, turned around and came back suddenly, staring at the four lines of words on the wall for a long time.

Ma Du looked at it and saw a poem written on the wall, "The world is vast, why bother packing a bag." How many heroes have been in ancient times, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life. "A very ordinary poem, nothing brilliant, can actually enter Lao Zhu's eyes, it is worth letting him read it for so long.

Lao Zhu stiffened his face and suddenly asked, "Where did this poem come from?" ”

Xuan Huizi hurriedly explained: "Back to Your Majesty, two years ago, there was a fellow Taoist friend who placed an order in the view, which he did after drinking, and he left a few days later. Poor Dao felt that this poem was chic and hearty, which meant to see through the red dust, which was very in line with the Taoist artistic conception, and the calligraphy of this fellow disciple was exquisite, so people kept it. This spring, the handwriting has faded a little, and Poor Dao has personally traced it again. ”

I only heard Lao Zhu say to himself coldly: "No wonder the handwriting is a little deformed, I know that you are not so easy to die, hehe......"

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