Zhang Tianming walked into the deserted tavern, looked around and didn't find Yang Huilan, so her youngest son was lying on the cash register alone playing mobile games, and asked, "Lele, where is your mother?"

"Uncle Tianming, my mother went to the Sunshine Fast Food Restaurant to collect the bills!" the little boy replied politely, bowing his head and playing again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Go collect the accounts again, these old fritters!" Zhang Tianming said a little angrily, and then rushed straight to the back kitchen.

The moment Zhang Tianming entered the kitchen, he froze in place for a long time. He stared at the white wall in amazement.

Sure enough, that portrait actually existed!

Zhang Tianming approached and removed the portrait that had been pasted on the wall. He gazed carefully at the golden drawing paper, with its rolling mountains, simple thatched huts, and an old angler on the edge of a clear lake. Looking at the lifelike old fairy in the portrait, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

"Apprentice, for the teacher, here is a copy of the Kitchen Sutra and a spoon, you have to practice it with your heart. After that, every day to the portrait of the teacher three bows and nine bows, morning and evening offering brown sugar, tea, tobacco. Remember!

At this moment, the old immortal's instructions kept echoing in Zhang Tianming's mind.

After a while, Zhang Tianming carefully rolled up the portrait and walked out of the kitchen, and when he came to the door of the tavern, he bumped into Yang Huilan, who had just come back, and said: "Sister Yang, the mural in your kitchen shouldn't be of much use, I'll take it back and spread the table." ”

"Painting, what painting?" Yang Huilan wondered.

"That's it!" Zhang Tianming was a little confused, and spread out his hand to put the portrait in front of Yang Huilan's eyes, surprised and surprised.

Yang Huilan shook her hand up and down, and said suspiciously: "Nothing! Tianming, you have also begun to fool my sister!"

"I'm kidding, kidding! Sister Yang, don't mind. Zhang Tianming said with a smile. He watched Yang Huilan's hand penetrate the portrait directly, as if there was nothing in the way, and he tried it but couldn't do it.

"You kid ......," Yang Huilan smiled slightly.

"Sister Yang, do you still have any memory of the fire last night?" asked Zhang Tianming tentatively.

"Misfire?Tianming, are you sick!" Yang Huilan felt inexplicable for a while, and walked up a little uneasy, reached out and touched his forehead, feeling that her body temperature was normal, and said with concern: "Is there something on your mind?"

"It's okay, it's okay! Sister Yang, I'll go first. Zhang Tianming shook his head again and again, said hello and turned to leave.

Zhang Tianming rode a second-hand electric car and did not return directly to the rental house, first went to the supermarket to buy a pound of sugar, a can of Maojian tea, and a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes, which cost 100 yuan. This was his last savings.

After returning to the rental house, Zhang Tianming looked around and thought for a long time, not knowing where the spiritual platform should be placed. The dirty and messy room is less than ten square meters, and there is not much space left except for a bed, a square table, and a chair.

Zhang Tianming thought about it and finally decided to set the spiritual platform next to the yellow calendar. He took a small clean wooden stake from the outside and nailed it horizontally to the wall, unfolding the portrait and sticking it vertically above the stake.

Zhang Tianming took a step back, looked at the parallelism between the portrait and the stake, and nodded with satisfaction.

A simple altar is done.

Zhang Tianming took three disposable plastic cups from the square table, placed them neatly on the wooden stake, and put half a cup of sugar, a small half cup of tea, and a cigarette one by one.

Everything is ready, and the salute begins.

"Master, please accept the apprentice's worship!" Zhang Tianming knelt down on the spot and bowed.

"Oh, no, it's nine worships!" After Zhang Tianming bowed, he suddenly realized when he saw that there was no change in the portrait.

After nine worships, there was still no reaction to the portrait, and Zhang Tianming was suddenly a little unhappy.

What's going on?

Zhang Tianming stood up from the ground and kept staring at the old man in the portrait quietly, looking slightly dissatisfied. The old immortal did not appear, which was completely unexpected, and he was unwilling.

In order to honor the master, his last living expenses were put in, but the ending was like this?

"What a bullshit master! The immortals are amazing, Lao Tzu is kind enough to worship, but he doesn't even take a look at him, and he puts up a stinky shelf! I haven't seen the good gifts!" Zhang Tianming said with a burst of chagrin.

After a period of scolding, Zhang Tianming's anger also disappeared. He picked up the soap dish on the floor, took clean clothes and a towel and left the room, and went to the common bathroom to take a shower.

Zhang Tianming wouldn't know that everything he had just done, every move, every word, had already been seen by the six immortals and heard it really.

In the backyard of the Stove God's Mansion, the six immortals sat under the psychic platform, and everyone's expressions were different at this time.

All the immortals were silent, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

"Master Stove, your apprentice is a little unreliable!"

Just after the spell was cast, the immortals had almost consumed nearly a hundred years of power, and the immortal yuan was exhausted, showing fatigue.

The goddess of time and space took the exquisite pearl suspended above her head into her hand, and sighed: "This child's heart is a little worse!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I can't hide it, I've been watching Tianming for more than ten years, and he has passed every secret test during this period. This is the only and last one I've met in a hundred years. Time is running out, we have no choice!" Looking at the dissatisfied expressions of the immortals, the Stove God was quite helpless.

The wine fairy unplugged the golden jade gourd's mouth, took a sip and shouted, "Are you bothered? For this kid, we have all spent a hundred years of work. What's the use of talking about this now? Besides, Tianming is not useless, at least his perseverance and heart are superior, and his future may not be under you and me!"

Indeed, in countless epochs, the facts are proven by blood. The speed of one's own cultivation depends on one's qualifications, but the level of one's ultimate cultivation is not necessarily. Cultivation focuses on cultivating the Tao, and cultivating the Tao must be cultivating the mind!

After listening to the words of the wine fairy, the immortals had nothing to say and were not arguing.

On the occasion of parting, the god of the stove specially told the immortals: unless Tianming's life is in danger, it is forbidden for everyone to help him privately, so that he will inevitably fall into the situation of pulling out the seedlings and helping him, which is harmful to him.

After a while, the immortals got up to say goodbye to the god of the stove, and returned to their respective immortal caves in the clouds.

"The heart will become his biggest enemy in the future!"

Sending away all the immortal friends, leaving only the god of the stove alone in the huge backyard sitting alone on the stone chair of the pavilion and muttering to himself, after thinking about it again and again, he finally made a difficult decision.

And this decision is about to completely change Zhang Tianming's future fate, allowing him to step from one extreme to another, perhaps successfully transcending, or going to destruction......