The Taoist priests gathered in the Chengyu Temple did learn something.

Chen Yu found a few kind-looking and young people to communicate. Among them was a Taoist disciple who practiced the secret art of the five internal organs.

"Hahaha, Chen Daoyou praised it falsely, the secret technique of my view is top-notch, there is no mystery, but the ancestor occasionally created it in the mountains and wilderness, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance."

Even so, the two eyes that were about to bend into crescents on their faces revealed the full expression of heart.

Chen Yu smiled cooperatively.

It's flattering, but it's not all flattery. The two of them talked, and most of the scriptures revealed in each other's words were revealed before him, and at this moment he listened to the novelty in his ears and also made him feel inspired, as if he had gained something.

If you can get a look, you will definitely gain a lot.

Looking at the Taoist in the green robe with the sword, Chen Yu secretly said that he was worthy of being from the big sect of the gate, and his knowledge was extraordinary.

In addition to the scriptures themselves, the commentaries of his teachers and elders and the other party's own opinions made him sigh, this is the role of having a teacher.

Compared with himself, a pheasant Taoist priest who relies entirely on self-study, what the other party has learned is undoubtedly much more systematic.

After talking for a long time, the sun climbed to the top.

According to the Zhengyuan view, there are three steps during this puja: Jing Zhai, Xiao Jiao, and Wu Wu.

When the time comes, the first ring will be held.

"Thank you Brother Dao for your advice, if you need it in the future, you can come to Shiya to find me, and wait for me."

"Chen Daoyou is polite, if you go to Shiya then, you will definitely have to talk to Daoyou again."

The two clasped their fists, and Chen Yu left.

It was noon, and he went out of the courtyard to find a random shop in the street. The store is small, and there is no plaque to hang, only a pole flag is planted near the outer road.

On the front, 'Delicious Broth' is written in the wind, and on the back is 'Liu's Rolling Noodles'.

"Shop, a bowl of noodle soup."

As soon as he entered, the heat rushed up, and before he could stand still and find a seat to sit down, a figure in front of him stood up, and then a familiar voice came to his ears.

"Daochang Chen?"

Hey?

He looked at it intently, but it was a middle-aged Taoist priest lined with light blue and covered with flowing clouds and flying sleeves and blue and black Taoist robes, with sword eyebrows reflecting starry eyes and blazing eyes.

It was Jiang Qin'an, Jiang Daoren, a high-ranking disciple of Haiyun Guan who sent the invitation not long ago.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing?"

"Unharmed."

Jiang Qin'an's face was ruddy, much better than when he went up the mountain in April, his clothes were neat, and the long sword behind his back was also numb and smooth, not stained with any dust.

He sat down in the space in front of the other table, and put his robe on his belly with his knees folded.

"I thought I would only see it when Jingzhai was built, but I didn't expect that Daoist friends were hiding here." When the words fell, Chen Yu looked around with a smile on his face, "Why don't you see your fellow Daoist disciples?" ”

When Jiang Daoren heard this, he spoke: "They all followed Uncle Shi to Zhengyuan Temple to help prepare for the Fa. ”

"Daoist friends are busy?" Chen Yu laughed slightly.

"What's the matter," the other party greeted the shopkeeper, and then said, "Poor Dao received the errand to inform the families, don't you see that it is noon, so I want to fill some stomach and go on, but I happened to meet Chen Daoyou." ”

After finishing speaking, the Taoist priest who was about to stand for a while drank the white water in the bowl, and sighed with envy: "What is better than you as a Taoist friend, you are idle and happy." ”

Well, I think you're having fun.

Chen Yu shook his head and said nothing, pressed the head, and asked about other things.

"Come on! The face of the two Taoist masters. ”

The shopkeeper put the noodle bowl on the table, Chen Yu looked at it, the clear soup was low and watery, and it could be seen that the couple had received a lot of Taoist priests who came and went, and they were very careful not to use onions and garlic, but only poured a few drops of coarse sauce made by themselves.

He picked it with wooden chopsticks, and looked up, good guy, the Taoist priest opposite was gobbling it up, obviously it was just a bowl of clear soup noodles, and he could eat the momentum of delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Haiyunguan food is very poor?

Chen Yu was puzzled, this is not impossible, the old Taoist priest said in his memory that there are no surprises in this world, and some of the ancient sects and ancient sects are still abiding by some messy so-called precepts and rules.

What one meal a day, one meal with three vegetarian meals, or half a month without meat and so on.

However, he had never heard of such rules in Haiyun Temple.

On the other side, Daoist Jiang, who had taken two mouthfuls of relief, finally stopped for a moment, raised his head and looked at Chen Yu, Rao is face had been weathered for a long time, and he couldn't help laughing twice, looking embarrassed.

"Forgive me, I was busy with the puja two days ago, and it was dark, and I only had to practice my morning exercises in the morning, and the rice grain was not entered—and the noodle soup in this shop is a must."

Daoist Jiang shaved the noodles again and swallowed the soup as if his tongue was about to swallow it.

Is it really that delicious? Chen Yu sent a pillar to his mouth with a skeptical attitude, and took a sip of fresh soup as it was.

Immediately, his eyes lit up.

Not bad.

On the side, Daoist Jiang, who was about to finish the solution, said: "This shop has been open for more than 20 years, and they took me a few times when they came to Pingcheng, and now when I taste it, the taste seems to be the same as in my memory." ”

Ignoring this middle-aged Taoist priest who fell into good memories and reminisced about his youth, Chen Yu ate noodles, thinking in his heart that when the puja was over, he might be able to buy some noodles from the store.

"I don't know if it's freshly made or Chen's dry, if it's the former, forget it."

The thoughts in their heads turned, but their mouths didn't stop, there was not much in a bowl of noodle soup, especially for them warriors, the two filled their stomachs and went to the teahouse again.

"When my friend comes here, how can I not entertain a Taoist priest?"

Jiang Qin'an, who was honest and upright, took Chen Yu to a teahouse that didn't look like a teahouse.

The courtyard is flat, and the courtyard is cramped.

When I entered the door, the servants and children greeted each other, and the faint sound of bamboo came from the courtyard.

In the courtyard where the three or five green bamboos stand upright, there are futons spread under the green bamboos.

The environment is elegant, quiet and tranquil.

"Jiang Daoyou, this place doesn't look like a teahouse."

Chen Yu looked around, more like the residence of someone who was willing to go to the Tao than a teahouse.

Who knows, that's the case.

I only heard Daoist Jiang pointing to the two-story building not far away.

"That's the teahouse, this is just the front yard under the real Xiubu, used to stay in the wind and water."

True repair? Geomancy?

Chen Yu was stunned when he heard this, and he knew that it was the honorific title of the Daomen for some people with profound Taoism and noble virtues.

Such people often study the Taoist classics all their lives, only seeking to achieve Dao feathering and soar to become immortals.

As far as he knew, there was no real cultivation of Dao Fruit in this area, and it was not difficult to find through the scriptures in the books that those who were worshiped as true monarchs and immortal gods were often posthumously gifted by later generations of Taoists.

However, a true cultivator, no matter how it is, is not comparable to Chen Yu, at least in the field of Taoism.

You must know that even a figure like an old Taoist priest is only mixed with the praise of a martial arts master and profound Taoism, and the title of true cultivation has never been crowned on his head.

I thought of the word Feng Shui that Daoist Jiang said.

He didn't stop walking, and his heart groaned.

"Is a Daomen true cultivator who is proficient in mountain runes......"