Cooking pays attention to a complete color, flavor and flavor, but the condiments are not complete, and Chen Yu, who only has simple sauce vinegar and coarse salt, can only make a slight trade-off.

But fortunately, the final product did not sell badly, and with his own control of the heat, he still made a decent dish.

At the end of the day, he scooped a spoonful and tasted it, his eyes showed satisfaction, there was nothing to say, and the goal was basically completed.

The yellow mushroom is soft, the chicken fir is fresh and sweet, and there are big 'cotton marbles', and when you bite into the mushroom umbrella, you can only feel the soup overflowing, and your lips and tongue can't stop trembling.

The aroma hits the nose, like a small hand that hooks the soul, and makes people's hearts itch and enduring, and the mouth is full of mouth.

In the courtyard, pots and pans are arranged.

Just about to sit down, Chen Yu slapped his palm, and almost forgot that there was a big guy in the view.

So he hurriedly got up and went to the main hall of worship, lit incense to the old man of Daozu who was at the top, and offered two green waxes.

According to the rules of this place, the time to worship the true monarch and Taoist ancestors is often set around noon on the same day. There is a legend that says that at this time, the yang energy in the world is at its peak, and the incense and food offerings offered by the disciples are also more likely to be noticed by these bigwigs.

It's just that the cloud crane view is broken, and he Chen is really not a good person in this regard, all he thinks about all day long is working in the fields and serving vegetables on the board, so the daily incense of rain or shine in previous years has become more and more frustrated in his hands.

I forgot about it every three or five days, and it was hard to remember that I would be busy burning two, which was not perfunctory.

Fortunately, he was not bound by these red tapes, and he thought that the number of rituals during the worship was quite thoughtful, so he should not harm these Dao Ancestor Zhenjun.

After all, the world is so big, so you won't be able to look at the Yunhe family dryly every day.

Besides, Dao Ancestor himself didn't say anything.

In the hall, when the smoke curled and confirmed that the old man of Daozu could also eat hot, Chen Yu, who was specially dressed neatly and changed into a Taoist robe, turned around and walked out, and casually fished out a simple cloth robe and covered it on his upper body, so as not to drip soup on the robe for a while.

There is naturally more than one Taoist robe in the view, but this set depicts clouds, moons, flowers and birds, and a tall white crane on the back to ride the fog and wind, wrapping around both sides of the waist and abdomen, which is the identity symbol of the predecessor as the viewer.

Of course, the main thing is that the robe is made of good material, the style is well-fitting and eye-catching, and it is comfortable to wear, so he usually does not wear much, so as not to get stained at will.

In his memory, the master of the predecessor, the old master who passed on him, had a pit robe on his body, which was really not beautiful.

It is estimated that he is young and vigorous, and he does not cherish it.

Retracting the messy scattered thoughts, Chen Yu sat at the stone table, picked up the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and stuffed a piece of tender shiitake mushroom into his mouth.

Not bad indeed.

He didn't think much about it anymore, just buried himself in cooking.

Although he didn't swallow it raw, he didn't eat it like he swallowed it violently, but the long-lost fresh fragrance still made it rare for him to let go of his belly, not only filled all the steamed rice in the pot into the five internal organs, but also directly picked up the clay pot and drank a cow drink.

Fresh ——!

Belch~~

patted his belly, and after finishing the food on the table in a stormy manner, Chen Yu cleaned and cleaned while combing the plans for the future.

The mountain is leisurely, and there is not much to deal with except for some chores. However, you can be idle, but you can't be lazy.

When you are lazy, you panic and think wildly.

Before the rain came, the fishing rod would have to dry for several days, and he had to find something to do to fill the gap.

"Or ...... Try again? ”

Boredom, Chen Yu thought of the spiritual opportunity produced in the sea of consciousness, plus the red earthworm not long ago, he had experimented five times, but unfortunately all failed.

For the first time, I set out in a cautious way and chose a weed in a corner of the yard.

Then the grass grew wildly, thick and long, and in half an hour it climbed from two inches to six feet!

And then he died.

Suddenly, by the time he reacted, there was only a yellow wreckage left, which was later collected by Chen Yu, and now it was still in the pocket of the utility room to eat ashes.

The next few times were similar, and although the objects were different, the results were exceptionally consistent.

All killed.

The big white root full of roots, the fist-sized orchid fruit, and the beans with thick skin that can't be split with a knife......

All of them quickly lost their vitality after drastic changes, dying too quickly and too abruptly.

Chen Yu didn't give up, turned his head and put the spirit on the animal again, so there was the earthworm king who collapsed in the middle way.

"Not a living thing?"

Puzzled, he tried the stone again, but the stone did not respond when it touched the spirit.

The spirit of release could not be recovered, so he could only watch the other party dissipate silently.

Looking back at the present, Chen Yu was about to temporarily put aside the experiment on the spiritual machine, not only because it took a lot of mental power to impact every time, but it took a lot of effort like digging a mountain and quarrying to pick off such a small grain. At the same time, because the number of inspirations is not much.

The ocean of consciousness is endless, but the only thing that can really collect the light and solidify it into a spiritual machine is only a small area at the very edge, from the first time he accidentally entered the sea of consciousness, to today, the spiritual energy that has been restrained and accumulated in that corner of the land in a few months is only in his early twenties.

On average, one capsule every three days.

It's just that this time Chen Yu has a new idea.

However, there is still some preparation to be made before starting a new round of experiments.

……

Backyard, deserted medicine garden.

Chen Yu is wielding a hoe to divide the entire medicine field into two, saying that it is a field, but in fact it is only two zhang square, which is not half of the vegetable garden.

And it has been abandoned for a long time, and all kinds of weeds have grown on the whole land, and they are luxuriant.

Previously, his energy was mainly focused on the mountain fields and vegetable gardens related to food rations, and he did not pay much attention to this medicine field, which had been abandoned for seven or eight years.

But this time it's just right, after taking care of this place, not only does it look clean, but maybe you can also grow some herbs in the future.

Just like when the Cloud Crane Temple was first built.

It is said that at that time, the second-generation patriarch also deliberately dug a century-old medicine from the deep mountains to transplant it, but unfortunately it was not successful.

Today, things are no longer human.

Like most of the forces in the world, Yunheguan also started with martial arts and was based on troubled times. Later, he changed careers and became a Taoist priest.

The first two generations of patriarchs were all outstanding people, and they made a lot of names in the rivers and lakes, but when they reached the third generation, that is, the generation of the old master's master, they were not in charge, and they were more than enterprising.

As for the reign of the old master, it was even worse day by day, and then suffered a man-made disaster, and a group of descendants who were promised high hopes were all killed, and the bones were gone.

So he was depressed, and there was no power to return to heaven.

In Chen Yu's eyes, such as Yunheguan, this kind of Taoist temple is not so much a Taoist temple that seeks mysteries and asks questions, but more like a gang sect in martial arts novels in the previous life.

The two have one thing in common, that is, only a few masters support the field, and the cultivation below the middle level depends on luck. If you are lucky, you will have a second-rate first-class person, and the sect will continue for another ten or eight years, and if you are unlucky, you will have no pillars, and it will snowball from peak to dilapidation, which is ridiculously fast.

As for the big forces like Zhengyangguan, which have not been extinguished after the change of dynasties and have hundreds of years of inheritance and heritage, they are even rarer.