The little monk reluctantly left Qingshan Temple and walked down the mountain road, still thinking about his crazy master in his heart.

Can Master find the new rice that the abbot gave yesterday?

Does Master hull and peel rice?

Does Master make rice?

Although this rice wine smells very fragrant and tastes very delicious, every time Master drinks it, he will say that this rice wine is more like a sweet pastry under the mountain, without the slightest taste of wine.

The little monk never dared to talk back to the master, but the little monk always felt that the rice wine was much better than the medicinal wine under the mountain.

Every time the master goes down the mountain, he will bring a lot of wine from the bottom of the mountain and let himself drink it, but the wine brought by the master always has a strong medicinal smell, but when he drinks it, the originally cold body will warm up.

Occasionally, Master would bring back some meat, and the aroma of the meat would overflow, and after eating, the whole person would be as warm as a stove.

Sometimes the master disappeared for a long time, but the wine and meat never stopped, and if the master was not there, the wine priest at the bottom of the mountain would do it for him.

The wine Taoist is a famous winemaker under the mountain, and the restaurants and inns under the mountain mostly buy wine from him, and the crazy master only buys wine from him.

The wine he brewed, Qingyun has been drinking since he was a child, except that he feels that his body is much warmer, and what leaves an impression is only the strong taste of herbs. Qingyun has also drunk other wines under the mountain, and the wine tastes sweet like fire, but it can't warm up Qingyun's body.

The wine Taoist should be a Taoist, but he is often drunk, and because the wine he brews is very famous at the foot of the mountain, he is called the wine Taoist.

The wine Taoist lives in the restaurant at the foot of the mountain, although he is not the owner of the restaurant, but he is more comfortable than the boss in making wine.

A bamboo chair is placed in front of the door of the restaurant, and the wine Taoist lies on it, holding a purple wine gourd in his hand, occasionally placing some peanuts next to him, basking in the sun, sleeping with gangsters, and waking up again.

For some reason, the drunkard and the mad monk became friends, and it became a strange thing in the town. It's just that with the passage of time, strange things have also become commonplace.

Not long after the mad monk put away Qingyun as an apprentice, this drunkard unexpectedly wanted to accept an apprentice.

The people in the town live a peaceful and stable life, but they also have to support their families. In the fairy days of the wine people, many people saw it in their eyes, but they didn't dare to give their dolls to the wine people.

Hearing that the wine Taoist wants to accept apprentices, more people in the village think that it is a rare anecdote in the town. just watched with eyes and told excitedly, but no one sent their children away.

The wine Taoist basking in the sun at the door was not in a hurry, still drinking wine and knocking peanuts without hurry.

The town is remote, but it is also a rare feng shui treasure, and the people are rich and peaceful. Suddenly, one day a group of horse bandits came down the mountain, and a child was tied to the back of the horse bandits. The horse bandits all had hideous faces and fierce eyes, and the people in the town avoided them one after another. The child on horseback was brightly dressed, probably the son of a wealthy family.

The horse bandits came to the inn, and the owner of the inn served good food tremblingly, but the wine man at the door was surprisingly not giving any good wine. Looking at the thin wine man, the horse bandit thought about making a mistake, but the matter really became a legend of the town.

The wine man shook his body, and the horse bandit on the opposite side couldn't touch the wine man in the slightest. The wine Taoist was standing, sitting, or lying, and the time of just one cup of tea was actually to solve a group of horse bandits. Soon the warrior monks on the mountain came down and tied up and took away the horse bandits, but they left the children on horseback.

Since then, the wine man has his own apprentice, the second drunkard in the town. Many people in the town brought their children to visit the wine shopkeepers, but the wine keepers were drunk every time, and it seemed that they had long forgotten about the apprentices, and the matter of the wine keepers taking apprentices was over.

The child only remembered his name Yi Feng, and he didn't remember anything else, and now he has become an apprentice of the wine man.

The child Yi Feng followed the master of the wine Taoist to make wine, and he also learned to drink. In the eyes of the people in the town, I am afraid that the method of making wine has already surpassed the master.

Ten years have passed, and there is no change in today's wine people, but the children of the year have grown into young people in Yushu. With a handsome face, a slender figure, and a purple gourd hanging from his waist, he is indescribably chic and elegant.

The boy has already cooked food with Qingyun, probably because he has similar interests, and he likes to drink. A little wine monk on the mountain, a drunken boy under the mountain.

Qingyun followed the path in his memory and came to a restaurant where people came and went.

"Little monk, why did you come here? What about your drunkard master?" the drunkard who was lazily basking in the sun next to the restaurant was the first to ask.

Qingyun replied respectfully after saluting the wine man: "The master is still practicing in the temple, but he asked the little monk to go down the mountain to practice, and the little monk wants to say goodbye to Yi Feng." ”

"Your drunkard master let you go down the mountain?" asked the drunkard, slightly surprised.

"Master said that going down the mountain to practice is the real practice, I am too young to stay in the temple, and I will not be able to become a Buddha after all, so let me go down the mountain to practice. Qingyun said calmly.

"Cultivating Buddha? Your drunkard master has not yet cultivated, where will you be allowed to cultivate Buddha? Besides, what's so good about being a Buddha, chanting scriptures and meditating all year round, as if you have really become a clay figure. The wine man said disdainfully.

Qingyun on the side was helpless, but he couldn't refute it, just stood there blankly.

"Your master asked you to return to the world, you are stupid in the temple. If you go out like this, you won't let people sell it, and you have to count the money for others. Fortunately, you came to me, otherwise I am afraid that as soon as I got out of this mountain, I would have fallen into the hands of thieves. Your cheap master is really ruthless, and he actually let you go down the mountain alone. Come and say goodbye, I think it's better to let my unsuccessful apprentice accompany you down the mountain. ”

The drinker said with a look of indignation, and at the same time his eyes swept at the young man in Tsing Yi behind the door of the restaurant.

"Now that you hear me, get out. The drinker rolled his eyes and covered his head.

A dashing young man walked out from behind the door of the restaurant, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and his bags were already on his back, and he looked at the wine Taoist with a smile on his face and said: "Master, since you let me go down the mountain, then we will go, you can rest assured, the apprentice will definitely not fall into your name." ”

The wine Taoist sighed helplessly: "When other people's apprentices leave the master, they are always reluctant, their faces are full of sadness, and they are worried that the master will not eat or sleep well. ”

The young man Yi Feng suddenly burst into tears and was about to fall to his knees.

It's just that the wine man took out a peachwood sword out of nowhere, slapped it fiercely at the young man in front of him, and said angrily: "Get out, don't act in front of Lao Tzu, don't be afraid of dirtying Lao Tzu's blue eyes." ”

Hearing this, the young man Yi Feng was not angry, his originally tearful face instantly appeared with a smile, and he took the peachwood sword in the hand of the wine Taoist man, hung it on his waist, and waved his hand slightly to the wine Taoist person: "Thank you Master for rewarding, disciple will leave." ”

After speaking, he quickly pulled Qingyun away, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The shadow of the town gradually disappeared, and the dashing young man turned around, knelt down in front of the town, kowtowed a few times, and whispered: "Master, take care, the disciple is really leaving, you must wait for the disciple to come back." ”

Qingyun on the side was slightly moved, but he was very puzzled, and asked, "Why don't you say goodbye to Master in person." ”

The dashing young man patted Qingyun's bald head lightly, and said lightly, "What do you know?"

Two lines of tears flowed from the dry face of the wine man in the town, wiped them away slightly, and said with a reluctant smile: "Hurry up, it's really not a good thing to let Lao Tzu cry when you leave." ”

The dashing boy and the bald monk embark on a journey together, and the figure of the town gradually fades away.

The wine man has long been in no mood to bask in the sun, sighing softly, is a rare walk into the restaurant, said hello to the counter shopkeeper, and then turned around and came to the backyard.

In the backyard, all kinds of herbs are neatly dried, exuding a strong medicinal fragrance, as if it is more like a medicine shop.

The wine man looked at the neat herbs, as if he saw a dashing young man in Tsing Yi sweating like rain, not fiddling with the dried herbs.

The wine man sighed slightly, and placed the herbs neatly on a stone table. He took out some fine rice from the stone table, smelled the fragrance of the rice gently, raised his hand slightly, and the rice with the husks rose one after another. The plump rice is husked and peeled and dropped into a clean tank of water.

The wine man was slightly scooping the rice, and his expression was serious and serious, not at all like the old man on the bamboo chair at the entrance of the restaurant.

The rice was gradually washed, and the wine man lit the water tank slightly, and the rice in the water tank was floating out and flying into a wisp of copper ding not far away.

In a certain order, the wine priest quickly took down the dried herbs, placed them, and gently cut them with his hands. There was no knife in his hand, but the herbs in his hands were neatly segmented, and soon they turned into a neat pile of medicines.

"The dignified Taoist Elder Tianzong actually used the Taoist method to cut herbs, if your old ghost master comes back to life, I am afraid that you will be angry again. ”

Suddenly, a sloppy wine and meat monk appeared in front of the wine man, looking at the wine man with interest, not pouring a few sips of wine into his mouth, it was Qingyun's cheap master crazy monk.

The wine man seemed to have known for a long time, he was not surprised, he did not raise his head, and said lightly: "If the master comes back to life, I am afraid that I will be angry with you first." The Xuandao people who were so powerful back then actually entered the temple and became a monk, and even accepted a Buddhist disciple. ”

The mad monk took another sip of wine, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "Back then, his old man didn't pass on the throne to you and me, but I'm afraid that he would see the current situation a long time ago, where would he be angry." ”

The wine man's face darkened slightly, raised his head and said: "That's if you didn't pass on the throne to me, I can't figure it out, it was obviously passed on to you, but you lost the position of sect master for a woman, don't you regret it? Are you worthy of the master?"

The mad monk's face turned much paler in an instant, and he took a few sips of wine, and said slowly: "Master would have forgiven me a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't have asked you to come to me." ”

The wine Taoist did not stop in his hands, shook slightly, a flame scorched the copper tripod, and sighed slightly: "Master said that you will go back sooner or later, the current sect master of the Heavenly Sect is not at ease, let you go back with me." ”

The mad monk sighed helplessly, he couldn't distinguish between a Taoist robe or a monk's robe in a shirt, and said lightly to the wine man: "Although I understand it now, it's just that the fate of this master and apprentice still has to end, I can't go back now, and the thousand-year cycle has begun." ”

"What? Couldn't that kid enter the sect? But the thousand-year period has indeed arrived. The wine man muttered, put the boiled rice and herbs into the wine gourd, shook slightly, and a cyan light sealed the mouth of the wine gourd.

"The cause and effect of death have not yet been eliminated, where can we afford the foundation of Taoism's luck for thousands of years. The mad monk shook his head slightly, and his figure gradually disappeared without a trace.