I don't know if it was the effect of the herbal tea or Jiang Ziya's psychological pressure. After taking two sips of tea, he couldn't help but complain.
"When you have money and leisure, you should eat, drink, do whatever you want, and enjoy it! Shopkeeper, I tell you, I was over seventy years old, and I only understood this when I still had some breath left. I am a A natural idiot!"
What's going on? Deng Chanyu was a little curious and poured another cup of tea for the old man, meaning if you have any troubles, tell me and it will make me happy.
Jiang Ziya was depressed, so he concealed his name at this time, and told how he learned about the existence of immortals in the early years, and then went through all kinds of hardships to become a disciple. During his relatively long monastic career, many of his fellow disciples could not resist at all. He chose to go down the mountain due to his incompetent cultivation and the wealth that seemed so close at hand. He was the only one who was still persisting and suffering. It was finally over now, but this ending was not at all what he expected.
Those who came down the mountain early before now have their children in groups and enjoy endless wealth and glory.
Comparing this to myself, I have enjoyed nothing in my life. My cultivation of Taoism has been in vain. At the age of seventy, I still have to follow my master's orders and go down the mountain to gain wealth in the world. If I had known that this would be the outcome, couldn't I have gone down earlier?
"There was nothing left, so I felt something was wrong. Shopkeeper, do you think I made the wrong choice back then?"
"I see..." Deng Chanyu pondered for a while, but it was really not easy to persuade her about this matter.
Don't look back until you hit the south wall. Sometimes you hit the south wall and find that there is no road ahead. That is the most terrifying thing.
"Actually, it's not wrong. I have done everything I can do. Even if I fail in the end, I have a clear conscience. I, a mortal, can't care so much about the ups and downs in this mortal world."
"...That's right."
Jiang Ziya took another sip of tea, and most of the annoyance in his heart was gone. His Taoist heart, which was on the verge of being broken, regained two points. He couldn't help but ask: "Shopkeeper, I'm not blind. I can tell that you must be one." As an accomplished monk, you must have something to ask for when you open this teahouse, right? What is it that you ask for?"
"Me?" Deng Chanyu thought about it seriously and decided to tell the truth: "What I want is to live well and live peacefully in this troubled world."
"It seems like it's not easy for you either."
"Who says it's not?"
The two drank tea instead of wine and clinked their glasses gently.
"Thank you for the tea. Drinking it will really make your worries disappear. Unfortunately, the little old man is born with a short life and is penniless. He has nothing to repay. I can only wish the shopkeeper that he gets his wish." Jiang Ziya stood up and said very quickly He saluted solemnly, then said goodbye and left.
Deng Chanyu looked at his back. This man was indeed "poor". How bad was he? His life is like paper, as if the wind blows and the person is gone.
One fate, two luck and three feng shui. This is not entirely correct, but one fate can indeed affect many things.
This person's fate was so troubled in her opinion that Jiang Ziya drank two cups of tea in vain and left without leaving any merit to her.
After practicing Taoism for so many years, you haven’t done anything, right? There is no bad virtue, but there is no merit either. It is a pity to waste one's life and achieve nothing.
I was lucky today. Just after Jiang Ziya left, another regular customer of Deng Chanyu came into the Yutai Teahouse, or a familiar customer...
Jin Dasheng, who was beaten to death by her with the Sky-Mending Stone, was a famous person on the list. Now the list of gods is still in the hands of Yuanshi Tianzun. It was only when Jiang Ziya went to Kunlun Mountain that he got the list. The divine whip is not like the four.
Now it is impossible for Jin Dasheng to ask him to go to the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain. The saint's ashram. He, a lonely ghost, cannot enter at all. He can't even find the way. He is on the list and cannot enter reincarnation after death. He can only Wandering around, now relying on the little connection with the bezoar, he drifted into the teahouse in a daze.
"My...my...baby?" Jin Dasheng, who only had a trace of his true spirit left, felt that there was something closely related to him, but for a moment he didn't know what it was.
Deng Chanyu watched quietly.
When Gao Lanying died last time, she didn't see anything and didn't dare to look. Now she can see clearly.
To talk about her mood, it's almost like a rabbit is dead and a fox is sad.
The List of Gods is really a evil thing. It relies on a trace of the true spirit. The List of Gods will not be destroyed and the true spirit will last forever. This seems to be a good thing. However, in fact, the soul, spirituality, roots and merits, which are the key to cultivation, are all lost, and the opportunity to reincarnate and practice the immortal way again is lost. , it’s just a tool soul, what’s the fun in that?
When Jiang Ziya was conferring the title of God, when he saw his old friend and comrade-in-arms Huang Feihu, he was also extremely silent. He conferred the title of God in a business-like manner without saying a single unnecessary word. Why? Probably some pity, right?
Jin Dasheng has practiced cultivation for thousands of years, and now he has turned into a stupid cow. Deng Chanyu only feels sad and lamentable.
I lamented, but I also wanted to keep this guy and study the list of gods from the side.
Since Jin Dasheng entered the teahouse at this moment, Deng Chanyu thought it was God's will.
"You stupid cow, would you like to work in a teahouse? How about I let you drink one cup of tea a month?" She poured a cup of bezoar herbal tea.
Jin Dasheng's soul was indeed attracted: "Bull... cow?"
He felt that the word was familiar to him, but he still couldn't remember it.
Deng Chanyu didn't bother to explain.
"When you work in my teahouse from now on, your name will be Niu Er!"
She roughly knows that the Seven Monsters of Meishan are seven big monsters. Yuan Hong is the boss. Is Jin Dasheng the second boss? It doesn't matter if it's specific, she just says yes.
Jin Dasheng became the first waiter in the teahouse. After drinking a cup of herbal tea soaked in bezoar, he seemed to be a little more alert.
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Lishan.
Deng Chanyu wandered around for a year. After arriving at the appointed time, she didn't stay for almost a day. She put away Yutai Tea House like a magic weapon. Then she said goodbye to Deng Xiu and Li Jing and rode Biaozi back to Lishan Mountain.
Xiqi's army was prepared for war, and defense lines were arranged at all levels, preparing for a decisive battle with the Yin and Shang army.
It is a bit difficult for ordinary people to go to Lishan Mountain, but it is not a problem for Deng Chanyu. Once the two deception methods are used, it is easy to pass.
Walking into the familiar mountain gate, Old Mother Lishan was still sitting on her cloud couch, as if her posture had not changed.
"Greetings to the teacher, may the teacher live a long and holy life." Deng Chanyu first returned the map of mountains and rivers, and then took out the demon inscription stone tablet obtained from the belly of Yuan Futong's horse.
Old Mother Lishan reached out and flicked it, and the map of mountains, rivers, and the country disappeared. As for the demonic stone tablet, she hesitated for a moment, then flicked her finger, and saw that the stone tablet instantly turned into powder.
The old mother pondered and said: "This technique is too overbearing. Originally born out of the Wu Clan's Nine Transformations Yuan Gong, after entering my Xuanmen, it is the Eight Transformations Nine Transformations Returning to Pure Yang Xuan Gong. This technique is suitable for people who are born with strong bodies. As a monk, you are reincarnated from the Phoenix Clan, so it is appropriate for you to practice this skill. Are you willing to learn it?"
Deng Chanyu was overjoyed: "My disciple is willing to learn!"
The old mother nodded: "Okay, let's go and copy the Huangting Sutra a hundred times."
Deng Chanyu: (´◔₃◔`)
