The pool is rippling.

The long pole of the spotted bamboo stretches out, and the old god of Chen Yu is there, lingering with an indifferent temperament, as if he doesn't care.

But the gaze that is tightly embedded in the float still reveals the truth of his heart.

The mountain air was fresh and breathing, and he sat upright on the sandbar and stared at the motionless float.

A quarter of an hour passed, and a dragonfly landed on the rod.

Half an hour passed, and the second dragonfly landed on the fishing rod, very close to the previous one, and the two dragonflies flapped their wings and gradually came together.

Chen Yumu grimaced, looked back at the slender blades of grass around the pond, and sure enough, there were also some dragonflies flying on it.

Look at the float again, and it still doesn't move. Just float quietly in the water. On the contrary, dragonflies, butterflies, and the like on the rod gathered more and more.

He pulled the rod, and the insects left in a panic.

The eyes fell on the fishhook, and the originally ruddy earthworms were about to soak white, but they were still intact, and it was obvious that there were no fish in this hour.

The first two troublesome blackfish also did not appear.

Although I am confused, since the black fish does not come to make trouble, it is still possible to open today.

Parallel to the calm, Chen Yu threw down the fishhook again.

In the blink of an eye, another half an hour passed.

He was no longer hopeful. After all, no matter how you look at it, the fish in the pool are not at home today.

Of course, it may also be that there is a problem with the nest material made of rice grains and some fishy mountain grass in the small packet before, perhaps because the number of fish in the water is misestimated and the number of fish in the water is too much and it is overfed, or it may be that the taste is too heavy and smoked away.

In short, today is probably another day without harvest.

At this time, Chen Yu calmed down and no longer thought about the fish caught in the pool, but relaxed himself and enjoyed the surrounding scenery.

Compared with the various things that I have watched for months in the Taoist temple, the picture in front of me is indeed much fresher.

It's time to come to the mountains and rivers by yourself.

He looked back at the fish basket with a faint gurgling and spitting sound, he had actually gained a lot this time, and it was not good to be greedy enough.

"That's it, if you can't catch it, you can't catch it."

Looking at the waterhole, Chen Yu smiled freely...... Let's find an opportunity to plug it up and drain the pool again.

Although the pool is deep, there is nothing difficult in the world!

In this way, I can't catch a fish if I don't believe it.

Thinking so, he gradually "relieved".

……

In the afternoon, about Mo Shen.

In front of the cloud crane, a young man with a lot of deciduous grass roots stained on his shirt and trouser legs returned.

Holding a fishing basket and fishing rod in his hand, the bamboo basket behind him is very full.

Call!

Putting down the things left and right, climbing the mountain and wading all the way, Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and then chose a clear water body among the four water tanks on the wall, and poured all the crabs and loaches in the fish basket into it.

Whoa!

As soon as the water splashed, the black and red crabs fell to the bottom of the tank in groups, some of them were still wrapped around aquatic plants, and more than a dozen pairs of large pincers were closed on both sides, running rampant.

On the surface of the water, the three loaches did not move, their bellies were bulging and floating, and their bodies were still soft, but they were no longer alive.

The soft and smooth skin showed a little squeezing scars, and it was clear that he had met the irascible guy in the crab, and he was covered in scaly wounds, and he was dying.

Fortunately, the other loaches were full of vitality and healthy bones, and after thinking about it, he fished out the remaining fresh loaches and put them in the water tank next to them.

Separate the two to avoid unnecessary casualties.

As for these three who have passed away, Chen Yu did not waste them, and decided to send them a grand farewell ceremony tonight.

"It's not long before you can still eat."

When I returned to the stove room, I took a kitchen knife, a basin of water, and dishes.

Disemboweled, squeezed out unused small objects, and put them on a knife and gave them to the hens in the chicken shed.

Rinse and sprinkle salt to taste, but unfortunately there is no starch to thicken it, otherwise the fried will be fragrant and crispy.

So he retreated to the next best thing, grabbed a handful of dried mushrooms, and after cleaning them, chopped two pieces of dried meat that he had bought from Yungu Village at the foot of the mountain.

The wild boar meat has a lot of flavor and is not suitable for this soup, so I chose the pheasant. Especially the pair of chicken wings, which he folded off, intending to taste them.

After finishing all this, it didn't take long for Chen Yu to put all kinds of ingredients on the board and cover them with a bamboo cover.

"In the future, I have to plant some ginger, green onions, and garlic, if I don't use it, I still lack a little taste."

Although the Taoist sect in this life does not taboo meat such as pork and mutton, there are still many Taoist priests in Wuxin who abide by the precepts and rarely eat.

Five spices, shallot, garlic, leek, green onion, coriander.

The last one is also known as coriander.

In short, in the eyes of those Taoist priests who pursue "purity", these things are fishy and smelly, and eating too much is not conducive to cultivation.

Of course, the Taoist priests who uphold these precepts are now mainly focused on the Qingwei Dao, and the principle of the Pure Ming Dharma School is precisely to focus on the Qingwei Dao.

In this way, it is not difficult to understand that there are few five xins in the cloud crane view.

In fact, there are not many rules in this world, but there are still some precepts in circulation, but most of them have been erased by time in the change of times.

For example, he wrote in "Guangyun Theory. I saw a story in the Book of Five Elements, as early as hundreds of years ago, there was a precept prohibiting meat and meat in the Daomen, but later the war and martial arts were more and more stringent, and the requirements for the martial arts of the Dao were more and more stringent, so there were fewer and fewer people who obeyed this article.

Until now, meat is not only not included in the precepts, but there is also a tradition that meat must be eaten in daily rituals.

The changes are not small.

However, these have nothing to do with Chen Yu.

He eats whatever he wants.

The rules of the Daomen belong to the Daomen, and they can't control him as a fake Taoist.

Chen Yu's cultivation is free, but he is not deliberately calculating and deliberate, and that kind of seeking is too boring and not taken by him.

When the time came to evening, green smoke rose from the chimney of the Taoist temple.

Zila!

As the loaches enter the pot, the smoke is furious, and the stove room is filled with a "fairyland" in an instant.

There was a crackling sound, and the loach meat in the pot gradually became a layer of burnt yellow, and the rich aroma overflowed.

Chen Yu Yang entered the well water, to be honest, he wanted to use the spiritual liquid, but unfortunately it was estimated that most of the spiritual liquid would evaporate when it was used, which was too wasteful.

However, although the amount of this pot is small at the moment, the taste of mountain loach should not be bad.

Even if he doesn't have too many condiments, he is confident enough to make a good dish.

Wait until the soup is white, Chen Yu adds mushrooms, and sprinkles the celery that has been washed in advance.

……

In the mountains, stone pools.

At night, a silver moon is shining and hanging on the clouds.

The soft moonlight is sprinkled, the glow covers the water, and faintly, there are wisps of light converging.

The halo was weak and slender, as if it would be broken in the next moment, and in fact it was true, the moonlight above the pond condensed and collapsed, repeatedly.

But it has never been able to penetrate the water body, and can only levitate on the surface of the water, rippling and dispersing like rootless duckweed.

At the same time, deep in the pool, in a stone cave.

The dark fish was unaware of all the things on the water, and at this moment it was lying at the mouth of the cave, silently and motionless.

In the water not far from Shiyan, a grain of rice that emits a fishy smell is sprinkled.

There are swimming fish swaying, tentatively approaching.

The next moment, the black fish suddenly swung its tail and jumped out, biting at the other party.

The silt was raised, and the water was stirred and muddy in the faint scarlet.