It is said that the eighth day of December is the day when Buddha Sakyamuni became enlightened. In order not to forget the sufferings that Buddha suffered before his enlightenment, and to commemorate the fact that Buddha attained enlightenment and became a Buddha on the eighth day of December, the ancients ate mixed porridge on this day. As a memorial, chant sutras and preach. Therefore, on this day, the temple will make porridge with rice, millet and other grains and pine nuts, lotus seeds, beans, dates and other dried fruits as offerings to the Buddha.
"La" is originally the name of a sacrificial vessel in ancient times. As early as "Historical Records of Qin", there is a record of "Hui Wenjun's twelfth year of wax". Later, the ancients often held "wa sacrifices" in December. February is also gradually called the twelfth lunar month.
Laba porridge evolved from the "fasting meal". In the past, monks would carry baskets along the street to beg for alms, and then carry them back to the temple to dry and store the endless dried fruits, cereals and other non-perishable foods. On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, On this day, porridge is made and given to pilgrims, and blessings are given. Therefore, there is a saying among the people that "a thousand years of cold pot rice, one day of Laba porridge".
Customs and tastes vary from place to place. Laba porridge can be either sweet or salty. Some places like to add fennel, cinnamon and other spices when cooking the porridge. It is commonly known as "five-spice Qibao porridge" or "Qibao five-flavor porridge". It all depends on personal preference, with some differences.
When it comes to the most authentic Laba porridge, it has to be cooked by Huotutuo himself.
Huotutuo's Laba porridge is only cooked once a year, but it takes almost a year to cook it once.
He had to pick every ingredient himself. If he wanted to use good lotus seeds, he would go to Jiangnan in advance and wait ten and a half months. For example, if he wanted to use the best pine nuts, he would live in the mountains and not come back for ten and a half months until he picked the pine nuts he was most satisfied with. According to him, squirrels understand pine nuts better than people. Only when the squirrel starts to break off the pine cones will the pine nuts taken out be the most qualified.
Huotutuo's Laba porridge has both the sweetness and glutinousness of the north and the fragrance of fruits and vegetables from the south. Even the three elders praised it. But this year, the three elders can't eat Huotutuo's Laba porridge, and everyone can't eat it, because how can a dead person cook porridge?
Huo Tutuo's body was found in his own room, and it was the young monk named Zhenyan who found the body.
At this time, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and people from all the sects and martial arts had already gone up the mountain. The head of Qingxuan ordered the monks to seat everyone outside the main hall, and offered tea, melons and fruits, signaling everyone to take a rest.
After a while, Master Qingxuan hurried over, followed by Jingxuan and Jingkong.
Master Qingxuan looked solemn, clasped his hands and said loudly: "Amitabha! Thank you to all the martial arts colleagues for taking the trouble to come to Shaolin to discuss the plan. There have been many incidents in our temple recently. First, two uncles were poisoned, and one of my disciples was poisoned by Biluo needle. He died from poison, and then the head of Qingcheng was assassinated. This morning, his disciples found that Lao Na's senior brother Huotoutuo died tragically in his room. The despicable and cruel methods of the Qinglong Society can be seen. Our decent martial arts world is actually facing a life-and-death situation. If we continue If we don’t work together and fight to the death, they will be scattered and disintegrated and defeated one by one. From then on, the martial arts world will be full of blood and blood and destroy all living beings. Good, good, good!"
After Master Qingxuan finished speaking, everyone was already in an uproar. For a moment, the heroes were excited and inexplicably tragic.
Xuan Lingzi, the leader of Wudang, waved his whisk lightly and stood up slowly.
The Wudang lineage has a long history, and it belongs to the Beidou Mountain of Taishan, which is the same as Shaolin. Taoist Master Xuan Lingzi is a highly respected person in the world. Seeing him stand up to speak, everyone stopped whispering.
Xuan Lingzi put his hands together in a salute and said in a deep voice: "The abbot sent someone to inform us last night about the poisoning of the two elders Kong Wen and Kong Wen and the death of Master Zhao. We are also aware of the general situation. The death of Master Zhao and the The two elders are poisoned, which is a huge loss to our martial arts world. It is really sad and regrettable. It can be seen that the thieves of the Qinglong Society have resorted to any means to achieve their goals. We can no longer sit back and wait for death. We must take a long-term approach and discuss a safe strategy."
He looked at Master Qingxuan, paused and continued: "Why did Huotoutuo die? If he was poisoned, with his deep internal strength, he would not have been poisoned to death immediately. Could it be that he killed Master Zhao?" Has anyone appeared again?"
What Xuan Lingzi said actually represented the doubts in everyone's minds. Now that he asked them, others would no longer ask.
Master Qingxuan hesitated several times, seemingly worried. Jingkong had a sullen face and clenched his teeth but said nothing. Jingxuan looked at Master Qingxuan, stepped forward and faced everyone, clasped his hands and said: " This morning I haven't seen my uncle Huo Toutuo going to the dining hall to make porridge. The abbot sent his nephew Zhenyan to go to the monk's house to check, only to find that he had fallen down in the bedroom, with a powerful Vajra palm on his chest, his heart veins had been cut off, and he had died. A lot of time."
As soon as Jingxuan said these words, everyone sitting there was even more surprised.
Master Liao Fan couldn't help but ask: "Ten years ago, Huo Toutuo's powerful Vajra Palm was no longer a second thought in the world. How can anyone still kill him with his powerful Vajra Palm?"
Jingkong gritted his teeth and said: "It is true that no one can kill him with the powerful Vajra Palm, except himself!"
Chen Xuanguan, the leader of Kongtong, said in surprise: "Could it be that Huotoutuo committed suicide? Why is this?"
A look of disdain appeared on Jingkong's face, and she sneered, "Because we found Biluo Golden Needles in his room."
Everyone was in an uproar again. Master Qingxuan sighed and closed his eyes tightly. Shaolin has indeed experienced too many misfortunes in the past few days.
"The Biluo Golden Needle is the treasure of the Tang family and will never fall into the hands of others for no reason. This time it appeared in Shaolin and hurt the two elders Kong Wenkongwen. It is obvious that the Tang Family Fort has surrendered to the Qinglong Society. It is an indisputable fact that since Huotoutuo possesses the Biluo Golden Needle, he must have been secretly bribed. He is a thief of Qinglong, so why should he regret it? The abbot must not feel sad again." I saw a middle-aged man in brocade clothes slowly walking out of the crowd. As a person, I only saw that he had a white face and a slight beard, and a face that was not angry and intimidating. He was obviously someone who was often used to giving orders, but he was not who Nangong Yu was.
"It makes sense. Anyone who colludes with the Qinglong Society will die without mercy."
"Tangjiabao actually dared to blatantly collude with the Qinglong Society. He really doesn't take me seriously as a decent martial arts person. I have to pay him a visit."
"I heard that this person is Nangong Yu, the head of Jinxiu Villa. He comes from a famous family. He is really impressive."
While everyone was whispering, suddenly another young man in purple walked out slowly. He was seen holding a sword in his left hand, slightly clasping his fists towards Nangong Yu, and said loudly: "Although what Master Nangong said makes sense, I still have something to do. I don’t know, and I would like to ask the owner of the village for some advice.”
Everyone looked up and saw this young man in purple robes with a long sword. He was handsome and had a cool and noble temperament, giving people a feeling that they would not dare to offend easily.
Of course this young man is Ye Rongqiu. Behind her is Zhou Ziheng, but Liu Changfeng is no longer there. Has he left?
The ten-year agreement has expired, and whether he wants to leave or stay is only a matter of time on his mind.
Looking at Ye Rongqiu's lonely expression, it seems that there is more sadness about parting.
Nangong Yu looked at the young man in front of him, and was secretly surprised in his heart. The head of the aristocratic family had an extraordinary demeanor. He slightly cupped his fists and returned the salute, and said with a smile: "This young master is really a dragon and a phoenix among men. I have poor eyesight, but I didn't realize it." I know how to recognize thorns, but I wonder what you can teach me?"
Ye Rongqiu smiled calmly and said: "Xiao Ke is a junior student in Jianghu, and his humble name is not worth mentioning. Just after listening to what the village owner said, it seems that Master Huotoutuo committed suicide out of fear of crime. If Master Huotoutuo is really a member of the Qinglong Society, his identity has not been revealed. It was revealed that this was when he was secretly carrying out his conspiracy. Why did he commit suicide in the room? Besides, there are many ways to commit suicide. With his skill, he could cut off his own tendons and die, so how could he use the powerful Vajra Palm to cause him to die even after death? The bones must not be intact?"
Everyone actually felt that this matter was strange just now, but when Nangong Yu mentioned the Qinglong Club, it aroused everyone's hatred and hatred. They couldn't think about it for a while. After Ye Rongqiu's words, they realized that this matter was unusual.
Nangong Yu looked at Ye Rongqiu, who happened to be staring at him, and a glimmer of light flashed in their eyes.
Nangong Yu said with a smile: "Young Master's analysis is very reasonable. To be honest, I am also deeply puzzled as to why Huo Toutuo committed suicide with the powerful Vajra Palm. Although his idea is extreme, the facts are there. I really can't think of any other solution." There are other possibilities.”
Ye Rongqiu secretly cursed the old fox. Although he was angry, he could not refute it for a while.
Indeed, ten years ago Huotoutuo's Powerful Vajra Palm was also famous in the world. In terms of the strength of the Powerful Vajra Palm alone, no one in the world can match him. Who can kill him with this palm technique? Besides, Pycnogenol needles were found in his room, which is even harder to explain.
Although Ye Rongqiu felt that this matter must be unusual, he suffered from the lack of evidence to explain it.
It would be great if Xiao Ding was here, she thought to herself, Xiao Ding would definitely find a way.
I wonder how he is doing now and whether he has received the antidote. Maybe he is already on the way here. I don’t know why, but she is no longer worried about Xiao Ding’s safety. Xiao Ding has high martial arts skills and is smart. He can often do things that others cannot, so of course he can Get the antidote back. Or maybe she wasn't worried, it was just a way of comforting herself.
She didn't know why she believed in Xiao Ding so much in her heart. Some people seemed to be born with the ability to give others a sense of trust.
Xiao Ding is undoubtedly this kind of person.
