Xiling Temple is not an unknowable place like Zhishouguan or Hanging Temple, but it is difficult to say that it is in the red dust, because in the eyes of ordinary believers, this is the kingdom of God on earth.

Today, the number of riders came at high speed from the foot of Peach Mountain, as if they wanted to bring some information from the red dust to the kingdom of God, and naturally no one laughed.

The priests and deacons of the temple began to check, and unexpectedly saw the extremely high-level waist cards, and when they found that these knights and several carriages were returning from Chang'an City, their hearts couldn't help but become heavier, and their eyes were full of surprise when they looked at each other: Is it really that the war is going to start again?

The carriages, escorted by the temple cavalry, continued to drive towards Peach Mountain, and the smoke and dust billowed all the way until they came to the Temple of Light in front of the cliff flat.

Two girls dressed in white clapped their hands gently.

Dozens of deacons walked out of the side of the Temple of Light, and moved out a pile of green cloth like a hill, and then pulled towards the front of the temple. These green curtains were about three people high, and they were so long that they enclosed the vast field in front of the temple. Even if someone looked from the white shrine at the highest point of Momoyama, it would be difficult to see the picture inside the green cloth curtains.

Now there were only cavalry and convoys returning from Chang'an, and the dusty people did not bother to salute the two white-clothed girls, but opened a carriage and helped a man out of it.

A girl in white looked at the priest in charge of this mission and asked in a childish voice, "Are you sure there is nothing wrong?"

The priest said with a solemn expression: "There must be no mistake, we have used the old person in the South Gate View to confirm that this person has indeed been in Lane 47 all these years. ”

The girl in white looked at the middle-aged man next to the car and nodded with satisfaction.

The middle-aged man's oil-stained clothes and hands full of traces of labor revealed his ordinary and ordinary identity, and his expression was very nervous at this time - an ordinary Chang'an ordinary person who had never seen any of the big world, was deceived into being taken captive outside the city, and then hurried day and night, and when he got out of the carriage, he found that he had come to the kingdom of God in the hearts of Haotian believers: Xiling Temple, who could not be shocked - in fact, it was extremely difficult for him to be able to hold the carriage and support his body at this time.

He is also a believer in Haotian, logically speaking, he found that he suddenly came to the Xiling Temple, in addition to fear and confusion, he should also be a little excited, but the war between the Xiling Temple and the Tang Kingdom has just ended, and he feels that it is impossible to welcome him as a Tang person.

Another girl dressed in white asked the priest, "Have you brought anything else back?"

This priest was the most loyal subordinate of the Temple of Light, and until this time, he still did not know what task he was performing, but he could vaguely guess that it must be related to the secret of the largest Tsubaki of the temple.

He took a few steps forward with great caution, took out a whole thing wrapped in a cloth from his arms, and said in a low voice: "That tomb is too close to the academy, I really don't dare to act rashly, there are also guards there in the old bizhai, the courtyard wall was also demolished a few months ago, fortunately that thing was pressed at the bottom by the bricks, no one found it, and the subordinates paid some price and finally took it back." ”

The people of Xiling Temple infiltrated Chang'an City, and they also wanted to retrieve something from the old pen house, he said it lightly, in fact, everyone knew that the price must be extremely heavy.

The girl in white took the whole thing wrapped in the cloth, her arm paused slightly, the thing seemed to be a little heavy, and without asking anything more, she motioned for the priest to withdraw from the green cloth curtain with all his subordinates, and then walked up to the man who did not belong to the god, and said, "Let's begin." ”

The middle-aged man asked blankly, "What are you going to do?"

A girl in white said: "What you are best at, just do that thing, don't say you can't do it well, the materials you need are all in the car, even the stove has been moved." ”

Only then did the middle-aged man know what the other party was going to do, but he was even more shocked and puzzled, thinking that he had traveled thousands of miles to bring himself to the temple, was this what it was?

There are too many weirdness in this matter, but as the so-called people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads, and now he is in front of the temple, looking at such a huge formation, where can he dare to say anything.

He honestly took out pots and pans, stoves, and all kinds of materials from the carriage and began to work.

The people of Xiling Temple did not miss anything in their work, whether it was those pots and pans, or flour, green onions, spicy oil, old vinegar, or even the firewood he had used in the past ten years.

The firewood is lit, the old stove smokes, the water is put into the basin, the flour becomes thin and then thickens and then thins, if it is obviously inappropriate to make steamed bread, if it is even more inappropriate to make noodles, the kitchen knife falls on the chopping board that is not very clean, chop the green onion and coriander very finely, and then start to put soy sauce and vinegar and other seasonings in the bowl.

The girl in white said, "There can't be a half-point difference, no matter the amount or the order. ”

The middle-aged man thought to himself that Lao Tzu had to make hundreds of bowls every morning for more than ten years, would he still make mistakes?

At this time, the water in the pot finally boiled, and the dough in the pot was torn into irregular shapes by his hands, thrown into the boiling water one by one, quickly formed, and then began to float non-stop.

The handle has been blackened by the big spoon into the pot and stirred, when it is taken out, it is filled with boiled dough, the white bullet trembles like fish fat, there is no piece left in the pot, and the spoon is just one third of the soup, so the craft is naturally the result of more than ten years of repetition.

The soup noodles were poured into the sea bowl, and an unusually rich but fresh sour and hot aroma appeared on the vast field in front of the Temple of Light, followed by the smell of chopped coriander and chopped green onions.

The two white-clothed girls did not show any expression, their eyes looked at their noses, their noses looked at their hearts, one held the sea bowl in both hands, and the other held the thing wrapped in cloth with both hands, and turned around and walked towards the temple.

The middle-aged man subconsciously said: "You two, I'm afraid one bowl is not enough, right? ”

The two white-clothed girls ignored him and walked into the temple.

The middle-aged man looked at the boiling water in the pot, raised the big spoon in his hand, and stood in astonishment on the empty vast field, in front of the solemn temple, so uneasy and nervous.

It didn't take long for a girl dressed in white to emerge from the Temple of Light. She handed a few things to the middle-aged man and said, "Someone will send you back to Chang'an City." ”

After saying this, she returned to the Temple of Light and never came out again.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time before he remembered to look at the things in his hand, and found that it was actually a perfect night pearl, and an elixir with a faint fragrance!

Although he was an ordinary person, he could feel the extraordinaryness of these two things, and he became more and more frightened, thinking that although he had always been proud of his craftsmanship, how could he not be worth it?

The nobles of the Xiling Temple traveled thousands of miles to return a night pearl and a pill to Taoshan that he had captured from Chang'an City, just to eat such a bowl of worthless things?

Is there such a delicious hot and sour noodle soup in the world?

The green cloth curtain was removed, and the carriage drove down Momoyama, kicking up the smoke and dust again, and driving back into the red dust.

Ning Que was holding a bag of rice in his hand, looking at the carriage and frowning slightly. He didn't know that the carriage was from Chang'an, and like the rest of the people in the temple, he had a lot of doubts.

He turned around and walked back to the Heavenly Oracle Courtyard through the side door, not glancing at the temples on the mountain, not because he was cautious, but because he didn't want to suppress the desire in his heart because he had seen too many times.

There was the woman he was looking for and the, but it was more of a danger until he was fully prepared, and he didn't want to get any closer to the temple until that point in time. He left Chang'an and came here, with the determination to die, but he had no intention of sending him to death.

It was quiet in the Heavenly Courtyard and he walked back to his room, ready to cook, looking at the rice bag but suddenly wanted to eat a bowl of noodles and a bowl of fragrant omelet noodles.

Standing in front of the stove, he was silent for a long time, began to cut green onions, and took out the eggs he bought in the town under the mountain from the rice bag to heat the vegetable oil, fried an egg, and boiled a bowl of noodles.

A bowl of omelette noodles with water, with four peppercorns and thirty chopped green onions.

He took the noodle bowl, walked to the depths of the book hall and turned his back to the canyon behind Taoshan, looked at the clouds and cliffs there, thought about Weicheng and Lao Bizhai, and began to eat noodles.

He ate quickly, and finally drank all the noodle soup at the bottom of the bowl.

It's been many years since he cooked, and his skills haven't been left behind, and the omelette noodles are still so delicious, but in fact, what he eats is not fragrant, because this noodle is not cooked by her.

He stood for a long time until the moon came into the night.

The beautiful bright moon in the night dome has returned to its original fullness, but he is still very worried, because he doesn't know if the moon will continue this process of surplus and deficiency tomorrow night.

He was also worried about other things, and that kind of love should be more said to be fear.

"Aren't you omniscient, omnipotent, why don't you know I'm here? Why...... I can't feel where you are? Are you really no longer my destiny? Or is the person I'm looking for you really dead, and you're not you?"

He looked at the temple at the top of the peak without any light leaking out, and thought silently.

Behind the temple of light is the cliff behind the mountain, and below the cliff is the legendary hidden pavilion, and the clouds and mist are deeper after nightfall, as if there is a cold and evil breath overflowing.

She stood between the stone pillars with her hands, in front of the cliff, looking indifferently at the bright moon in the night dome, the plump and tall body tightly wrapped in green cloth, and a lonely figure was reflected on the ground.

The bright moon was absent for more than ten days, and then began to regain its perfection, and her face became more and more white, not holy and solemn white, but weak and pale.

Behind her were hundreds of wine jars, as well as bowls of sour and hot noodle soup that had only been eaten in one bite, and there was a square thing next to the bowl, and the corner of the cloth on it was lifted, revealing the gold bricks inside, and some brick crumbs.

The wine is Jiujiang double-steamed spirited brew, the hot and sour noodle soup comes from Chang'an, and the gold brick has been hidden in the wall of the old Bizhai all these years, these are the useless memories she hates the most, so she must take it back.

Or, yes.

(Out of a **ug,About the moon is cloudy and sunny,I mentioned a few strokes earlier,It's me who wrote and forgot jì,I always thought I didn't write.,And happily waiting for this time to play this pen.,I didn't expect it.,I played myself into a stupid pen.,Starting from the original intention,I've modified the two places I found earlier.,Apologize to everyone.。

I didn't sleep the day before yesterday and all night, I got airsick for the first time in my life, I was running the road, I didn't go out within a month, I wrote a book honestly, I was happy with everyone, I would work hard, according to the business arrangement, the report was updated as follows: two chapters tomorrow, there are things the day after tomorrow, so there is only one chapter, two chapters the day after tomorrow.

This volume has been written all the way, and I am really happy to write it, I like to write it, and I have always been very satisfied with the chapter titles, just like I repeated the day before yesterday, I don't continue to praise myself, and I can't open my eyes.

Finally, there is a thing, repeat the report again, there are some very beautiful words and sentences in the night, are the sentences I see everywhere, the original author I really can't find, so there is no name, only to explain the source, such as the fish leaping in the sea at this time, the flowers bloom on the other side, such as that spring, I cut a few catties of peach blossoms, such as the future will be used and stewed time, these have been reported before, dare not take this kind of honor, but some readers may not have noticed, so I report to you again, the original authors are awesome, I am a hard-working porter.