The traffic in front of the Sincerity Bofu was busy, and the gate was sparsely populated by the past, and the visitors who came to post were lined up on the Liu Junshi Bridge.

Among the visitors, there are many high-ranking officials in the ministry and literary circles, but unfortunately no matter what the identity of the person who came, they were all turned away.

"My lord is not in good health, and he hasn't seen a guest for a long time." The old man took the trouble to feed the closed door over and over again and said: "Please go back, don't waste time here." ”

"The old man is an old friend of his study together, and he refuses to see each other?"

"No way, the master said, no one will be seen."

"Please tell Mr. Qingtian that it is a matter of the survival of the Holy Sect, the Taoist system is intermittent, and as a disciple of Confucius and Mencius, he cannot stand idly by!"

"Someone told Xiao Lao'er before, and my lord also asked Xiao Lao'er to tell you, he is old, confused, and can't help."

"Why can't you help?" Someone couldn't help but shout. "He is the teacher of the King of Chu, and it is his duty to prevent the King of Chu from destroying the sect!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about......" Menko shook his head and closed the door.

"Open the door, open the door, we want to see Liu Bowen!" Outside the door, the crowd shouted loudly in anger.

If it weren't for the sixth child who sent guards to stand guard for the master in advance, these guys who were about to go crazy would really be able to break into the door and force Lao Liu to express his position in person.

But now, in the face of those wolf-like thick sergeants, they could only shout loudly, and they didn't dare to cross the thunder pool by half a step.

Before, there was a man who did not believe in evil and crossed the red line on the ground, and was lifted up by the guards and thrown into the river...... How cold it is, I don't dare to iron my head anymore.

"Borrow light, let let." Just when everyone was impotent and furious, and only dared to move, a magnetic voice sounded behind them.

"Who are you, you!" Everyone was not angry, and when they heard the words, they turned around and looked angrily, only to see a fat monk with a smile on his face, but a pair of triangular eyes that made people cold.

"The poor monk's law is called Daoyan." The fat monk saluted with one hand, because he held a bowl in the other hand.

"You are Shi Daoyan, one of Gao Jidi's ten friends of Beiguo?" Some people have heard of his name.

"It's the poor monk." The person who came was the Daoyan monk who had not been seen for a long time.

"Master Daoyan, you are also here for the survival of my Confucianism?" The crowd asked happily.

"The poor monk is now a disciple of Buddhism, so it's not good to interfere in your Confucian affairs," Dao Yan smiled with an embarrassed face: "I'm just here to make a mess." ”

"Don't waste your efforts, you can't get in." The Confucian scholars said in frustration: "Don't you see that we are all closed? ”

"Ah, the poor monk's face is wide, and his face may be bigger than yours." Dao Yan didn't care, and held the bowl into the pile of people and said, "Beware of the soup." ”

"What does it smell like, so stinky?" All the Confucian scholars hurriedly covered their noses.

"Stinky right, this is the home remedy that the poor monk specially asked for Mr. Berwyn - the boy's urine boiled eggs." Dao Yan replied with a smile.

With a hula, the crowd dodged out of a passage, lest it be splashed with a star.

Dao Yan held the bowl and walked to the gate of the Sincerity Mansion.

"You monk, how can you open meat?" Some accused him.

"This is for the sincerity." Dao Yan said: "It specializes in treating old eyes and loss of appetite." ”

"Then you can't boil eggs!" Someone else said angrily: "The Buddha said that all eggs are not edible, and there are children!" ”

"In the monk's bowl, there is only the urine of the child." Dao Yan said, making a gesture to lift the lid and said, "The eggs have to be prepared by sincerity." ”

"No, no, you just got a jar of urine?" The Confucian scholars were full of black lines. They are shameless enough, but at most, they are polite and affectionate, and they haven't gone to other people's homes with urine yet.

"This is not ordinary urine, it is all from poor monks going door-to-door, and children under the age of six urine." Dao Yan said with a lot of concern: "And I watched the child pee in with my own eyes, and it is not adulterated at all." ”

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it......" The Confucian scholars were about to vomit, and they watched Dao Yan come to the door.

"Amitabha, as soon as you announce it, you will say that Yan is coming." Dao Yan held the urine jar in his hand and saluted with one palm.

"Wait." The sergeant guarding the door turned around and went in to make an announcement, and after a while he turned back and said, "Go in." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and ordered, "Let go." ”

"Thank you." Dao Yan thanked him and strode inside.

Everyone looked at it, oh, we're missing a jar of urine, right?

hurriedly said to Dao Yan in a loud voice: "Gao Jidi is my leader in Confucianism, and he died a tragic death in order to protect the sect, as his close friend, how can the master not contribute to my Confucianism!" ”

"Yes, Master, help us." Some people even begged.

"Amitabha." Dao Yan shouted a Buddha horn, and only gave them a layer of fleshy folds on the back of their heads.

~~

Sincerity Bofu study.

Liu Bowen sat in a rocking chair, leaning on a charcoal basin and reading a book, with a thin blanket on his legs.

When he saw the fat monk come in, he smiled and asked, "You bald donkey really brought a jar of boy urine?" ”

"How can that?" Dao Yan smiled and said, "Is the poor monk that kind of stingy person? ”

As he spoke, he lifted the kettle on the charcoal basin, sat down on the bowl, lifted the lid and offered the treasure: "Look, not only the boy's urine, but also the eggs." ”

"Isn't it enough for me to lift it up and cook it on the fire?" Liu Bowen scolded when he saw this.

"Hey, the eggs are cold, they have to be heated to be delicious." Dao Yan smiled solemnly: "In Song Lian's hometown, at the beginning of spring, every household begged for children's urine. It is said that not a single drop of children's urine is wasted, and it is used to boil eggs. ”

"Hehehe......" Liu Bowen couldn't help laughing and said, "It's not that exaggerated, right?" The old man and Mr. Song have been friends for many years, why haven't I heard him talk about it. ”

"That's because he's not kind." Dao Yan pursed his lips and said:

"After eating this boy's urine boiled eggs, I won't get heat stroke in summer, and I won't be sleepy and weak in spring, and Dongyang people have eaten it since childhood. He must be no exception, otherwise he is in his seventies, why is his body still so strong? ”

As he spoke, his triangular eyes narrowed and said, "At this time, I am going to Beijing in the starry night." ”

"Oh, is it? You're pretty well-informed? Liu Bowen glanced at the ill-intentioned monk.

"What's the news of the poor monk?" Dao Yan smiled and said: "He is the leader of the literary world, Shilin Taidou, if such a big thing happens, how can he hide at home with peace of mind?" ”

At this time, the bowl was hot, and the house was full of commotion......

Liu Xiang came in to serve tea to his grandfather, and he almost died.

"What does this smell like? Did you boil urine in the house? Liu Xiang couldn't help but blurt out.

"Hey, yes, boy urine boiled eggs." Dao Yan was still smiling, reaching out to take one out of the bowl, he couldn't pinch it with his fingers, and the eggs kept beating in his fingertips.

But Dao Yan is worthy of being a glutton, it's all like this, and after a while, he peeled the egg skin, handed it to Liu Xiang and said, "Come, taste one." Smell the saucy and eat the fragrance! ”

(End of chapter)