When Fang Yu entered the Zhangren Temple yesterday, he didn't see more than ten people, including the Taoist boy who cleaned the palace, but he didn't expect to see that there were dozens of people queuing up in the dining hall to get food today.

Old Dao Zhiming saw Fang Yu's surprise, and explained as he walked:

"Brother Yu, I took you on a special shortcut yesterday, so I didn't meet many people, in fact, there are a lot of people here. Not to mention other peaks, but there are no less than 300 people up and down our Qingdu Peak.

"There are so many people, I didn't see anyone in the temple yesterday."

"Zhangrenguan is an important place to worship the patriarch of this sect, the head of the master has always liked to be quiet, except for a few people who maintain the cleaning, the general disciples are not allowed to go casually. The elders and deacons of each branch only return to the temple for a few days when there is an important event or the year-end festival, and the rest of the time they are outside to take care of their own affairs. ”

Fang Yu touched his nose:

"Are these people all disciples of Guanli, why haven't I seen them wearing Taoist robes?"

Zhiming Lao Dao laughed:

"How is it possible, even if the entry standard is lowered now, it is impossible to accept so many disciples in one go. They were all nearby deacons, responsible for cultivating the spiritual fields around the palace and taking care of those spirit beasts. The disciples of the inner gate all ate upstairs. ”

Saying that, Zhiming Lao Dao took Fang Yu from the passage on the side of the dining hall and walked directly to the second floor.

On the second floor of the dining hall is an indoor courtyard with a Chinese layout, a patio in the middle, and eight side rooms around it, named after eight hexagrams.

There is a square altar in the center of the patio, in which these handsome ink bamboos are planted, and more than a dozen pots of orchids and chrysanthemums of different varieties are surrounded by the square altar. The wing room on the side of the stairs on the patio is an open tea room with several sets of tables and chairs.

Fang Yu liked this layout as soon as he saw it. He can imagine how pleasant it would be to sit under the eaves and drink tea and read a book in the light of day on weekdays.

If it rains, it will be even better, watching the Tianhe on all sides of the patio fly down, falling rain into a curtain, listening to the raindrops hitting the bamboo leaves, immersed in the tranquility of the spring rain in the small building, it is also excellent to steal a lazy hair.

Fang Yu was admiring the uniqueness of the courtyard design when he heard a strange yin and yang sound from the northeast side.

"Heh, isn't this Zhiming, it's really rare."

Fang Yu looked over with the sound and saw that the wing room with the word "Gen" was ajar, and several people were eating inside.

The one who spoke was a handsome young man, although he was wearing a navy blue cardigan robe, but he left an "airplane head", which looked very peculiar in his non-vulgar painting style.

Zhiming Lao Dao turned a deaf ear to the words of the head of the plane, glanced at a few side rooms, and saw that most of those side rooms were already occupied, and only there was no one in the "Dui" room, so he said to Fang Yu:

"Brother Yu, let's go sit there."

Seeing that Zhiming ignored him, the head of the plane showed a trace of displeasure on his face, and continued:

"Zhiming, didn't you hear that you were driven outside to watch the door by the door, why did you come back again?"

"It may be that Senior Brother Zhiming is not used to the lives of those laymen outside, after all, there are no spiritual rice and spiritual vegetables in the outer door."

A round-faced companion sitting on the young man's left said lightly.

"Aren't you used to those coarse foods?" The head of the plane pretended to be surprised and said:

"Oh, this is normal, after all, after being a true disciple for so many years, the taste is probably nourished by those carefully cooked spiritual dishes. What can I do now? ”

"What to do, cold salad, people must learn to accept their fate. The master has given him for decades, but he has never been able to refine a new kitchen artifact, so he shouldn't waste the resources in the sect. The round face that had just spoken continued to speak.

"That's right, the resources in the door are so tight now, it's too wasteful to put it on that useless old man, it should be leaned to a talented person like you, Senior Brother Long."

A woman with a small mole on the corner of her mouth looked at the head of the plane with affection and said.

"Yes, Senior Brother Long is a genius in our sect, and his cultivation speed has been repeatedly praised by all the elders. I think you should be promoted to the true legend by the end of this year, senior brother..."

"It's going to be the end of the year, and I think my senior brother's understanding can break through at any time..."

Someone took the lead, and several people at the same table with the head of the plane began to praise him, and Fang Yu saw that among them was the bright-hearted little Taoist boy he saw yesterday.

"Everyone praised it falsely, not so fast. My master told me to lay a solid foundation and not to rush to the next level. The head of the plane listened to everyone's praise, although he was modest, but the smug look on his face was still difficult to hide.

Zhiming Lao Dao and Fang Yu ignored those people and walked to the "Dui" room and sat down. Zhiming Lao Dao pressed a symbol on the table in the room, and after a while, a person wearing a pale cyan servant's uniform entered the room.

"What do you want to use?"

"Is there still a 'vegetarian soup chrysanthemum'?"

The deacon raised his hand and pressed it on his watch a few times, then replied:

"There are still the last two servings, but this dish can only be enjoyed by true disciples, two senior brothers..."

Zhiming Lao Dao took out a small card half the size of a palm from under his robe and handed it to the deacon.

The deacon raised his hand to reveal his watch and swiped the small card on it.

Fang Yu was a little surprised when he saw that watch, it was exactly the same as one of the several personal terminals that the Culinary Association had selected for him last time.

Looking at the status mark displayed by the watch, the deacon immediately had a flattering smile on his face:

"Okay, no problem, what else do you want besides Senior Brother 'Vegetarian Soup Chrysanthemum'?"

"Two more fresh spiritual vegetables from today and a small bucket of spiritual rice." Zhiming Lao Dao glanced at Fang Yu, gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay, I've placed an order, and it will be delivered soon." The deacon replied with a few clicks on his watch.

Zhiming nodded and waited for the deacon to return his brand.

Unexpectedly, after the deacon brushed it several times in succession, he said with a suspicious face:

"Senior brother... You may not have enough points to contribute? ”

Zhiming Lao Dao listened to it and muttered in a low voice: "Why is the price going up again." ”

Then he embarrassedly said to the deacon, "That... Then get rid of a spiritual vegetable. ”

The deacon looked at Zhiming Lao Dao with some surprise, obviously not believing that a true disciple would not be able to even take out the contribution points of a meal. He nodded on his watch, looked up and said:

"Senior brother, it's still not enough."

"How much is missing?" Zhiming Lao Dao's face was flushed, and he asked calmly.

"It's just right to remove another serving of 'vegetarian soup chrysanthemums'."

Fang Yu saw the embarrassment of Zhiming Laodao, and didn't want him to be difficult, so he said to Zhiming Laodao with a natural expression:

"'Vegetarian Soup Chrysanthemum' only needs one serving, I'm just curious, I want to see Uncle Ning's craftsmanship, there's no need to go so far."

Zhiming Lao Dao breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, then only one copy." ”

The deacon suddenly lost his deference just now, nodded slightly, stopped being polite, and left directly.

The head of the plane in the "Gen" room opposite couldn't help but laugh when he saw the embarrassed expression on the face of this old Zhiming man. The round face sitting next to him said with a concerned face:

"Oh, Zhiming, why are you like this, you can't even afford to eat. That's it, it just so happens that we have ordered too much today, but we also had a brotherhood, you wait, and when we finish eating, you can come over and pick up some leftovers, and just take them to entertain your friend. ”