early morning.
Huaying stood outside the Taoist temple.
A whole seven days have passed, and there has been no movement at all. I don't know if Master will come to Longhu Temple.
She held the broom and looked at the vast sea of clouds.
The old Taoist robe cannot conceal Huaying's noble temperament, and the peach blossom in her hair is still bright.
Qin Luo looked at Hua Ying's pretty face, with eyebrows like a crescent moon, eyes like stars, skin like white jade, and a vermillion pill in her mouth.
Hua Ying turned around, and when she saw Qin Luo close at hand, she was so frightened that she took half a step back, and her heart beat faster. "When did you come? What are you staring at me for?"
"Just arrived."
"Because you look good."
Qin Luo held a bamboo flute in his hand.
Huaying held the broom, lowered her proud head, her cheeks were red, thinking that he must like me.
"Why are you laughing? Have you finished sweeping the floor?"
Qin Luo reminded.
Hua Ying came back to her senses and stared at Qin Luo with her beautiful eyes. This young Taoist obviously likes me, why does he treat me like this? Does he want me to beg for mercy? Don’t even think about it!
"snort!"
Hua Ying snorted coldly.
She took the broom and continued sweeping.
Qin Luo looked at the rolling white clouds. He picked up the bamboo flute and played it. The cheerful flute sound echoed in the mountains.
Hearing the sound of the flute, Hua Ying's mood became happy. She turned back to look at Qin Luo. His long hair was flying, his Taoist robes were flying, and his otherworldly temperament was like an immortal.
Could it be that he is my destiny?
"Senior brother, senior brother."
The crisp sound comes from far to near.
Ziyue flashed past wearing a loose blue Taoist robe, and Huaying could hear her calling her senior dozens of times every day. She was tired of hearing it, and she didn't know how Qin Luo could bear it.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Luo put away his bamboo flute.
"Brother, the mutton soup seller came to the mountain market recently to set up a stall. Let's go and drink mutton soup!" Ziyue looked at Qin Luo and blinked her big bright eyes.
After eating the grilled fish last time, Ziyue didn't eat meat for a long time. Looking at the expectant eyes of the junior sister, Qin Luo smiled and nodded, "Okay, won't the junior brother go?"
"Junior brother said he doesn't eat mutton."
"Then let's go."
"Great!"
Ziyue smiled sweetly.
"I also want to drink."
Huaying looked at them.
Qin Luo looked at his junior sister, Ziyue took out her heavy money bag, "Okay, I'll treat you to mutton soup."
Huaying was a little surprised, she didn't expect it to be Ziyuezhang money, "Thank you, little fairy!"
"You're welcome!"
Ziyue was running in the mountains, waving her mahogany sword and humming songs along the way, not to mention how happy she was.
The foot of Luoxia Peak.
It's still early and the market is still deserted. Those who set up stalls are the first to arrive. There is a stove in Zhao Qing'er's porridge shop. There are people warming themselves up here and there are children drinking porridge in the porridge shop.
When Zhao Qing'er saw Qin Luo, she came out to say hello, with a smile on her pretty face, "Master Xian, how are you doing, Master Zhang Xian recently? I think he hasn't come to drink porridge for a long time."
Qin Luo then remembered that he had not seen his master for a long time, "Thank you, Miss Zhao, for your concern. The master should be in retreat!"
"The children like to listen to Master Zhang's stories about going up to heaven and down to earth. They also ask me when he can come down from the mountain."
"I will tell Master about this when I return to the Taoist temple."
"Thank you, Immortal Master."
Qin Luo smiled and nodded.
Huaying watched Qin Luo and Zhao Qing'er chatting and felt that the immortal cultivators at Longhu Temple were very close to the common people.
Ziyue ran to the end of the market and stood in front of a stall selling mutton soup, "Sister, do you want chopped green onions?"
"don't want."
Huaying shook her head slightly.
Ziyue looked at the middle-aged vendor and said loudly: "Uncle, please have three bowls of mutton soup, one bowl without chopped green onion."
"Good!"
"Little Fairy Girl, please sit down first!"
Ziyue carefully counted the coins in her hand twice, grinned sweetly and said, "Uncle, the money is here for you."
"Good!"
The middle-aged vendor smiled and nodded.
He often looks forward to Ziyue coming to drink mutton.
Seeing her feel happy for some reason.
The middle-aged vendor used to set up a stall in Baiyun Town. His family lived in Baiyun Town, so he came here specially to set up a stall. The price of a bowl of mutton soup increased from six cents to five cents, which was very affordable for the people around him. .
Huaying sat opposite Qin Luo.
Ziyue sat next to Qin Luo.
"Sir, your mutton soup is here!"
The middle-aged vendor brought three bowls of mutton soup, half a bowl of mutton and half a bowl of soup. One bowl was worth three bowls.
"smell good!"
The mutton was a big piece. Ziyue picked up the mutton and ate it with gusto. Qin Luo knew that the junior sister liked to eat meat, so he put the mutton in the bowl into Ziyue's bowl.
When Ziyue found out, she quickly covered the bowl and said, "Senior brother, the mutton is delicious, please give it to me."
"I don't like eating meat. If you don't want it, can I give it to this sister?" Qin Luo said seriously.
Huaying frowned slightly.
There is a feeling of being slighted.
Ziyue thought for a while, then she took her hand away, and the meat in the bowl quickly piled up into a hill.
Huaying was a little envious.
Why don’t I have a senior brother like this?
Ziyue eats very deliciously.
Huaying also wanted to taste the mutton soup. She took a sip of the mutton soup. The taste was average, and the mutton still had some mutton smell, which was far worse than the dragon meat she had eaten.
The middle-aged vendor brought them a plate of freshly baked white buns with a warm smile on his face, "Master Xian, please use it slowly. The soup is not enough, so I will give you more."
"enough!"
"Thank you, uncle!"
Ziyue nodded politely.
Qin Luo tore the white buns into pieces and put them into the soup. He drank the mutton soup with a satisfied expression on his face.
Looking at their expressions as they drank the soup, they looked very happy. Huaying continued to drink the mutton soup, but still felt ordinary.
While they were drinking soup, an old monk and a young monk came over. They were wearing shabby monk robes that had been mended countless times.
The old monk's hair was messy and his beard was unkempt. It looked like he hadn't bathed for a long time. The young monk was bald and thin, about the same age as Ziyue. He was following the old monk.
"Donor, can you give me a bowl of mutton soup? The poor monk can smell the fragrance from a distance." The old monk looked at the middle-aged vendor with a smile and saluted with one palm.
The middle-aged street vendor said enthusiastically: "Master, please have a seat!"
"Thank you donor!"
The old monk sat at the table next to Qin Luo.
The young monk stood between the two tables. He looked at the mutton in Ziyue's bowl and swallowed his saliva.
When Ziyue saw the little monk, she grinned and said, "Little monk, what is your name?"
The little monk shook his head.
"Are you mute?"
The little monk continued to shake his head.
Ziyue tilted her head, "Then why don't you speak?"
The old monk squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "He is called Silent. If you talk too much, you will make mistakes. He is practicing silent meditation."
"Is this interesting?"
Ziyue tilted her head and asked.
"It's boring."
The old monk shook his head and sighed.
Hua Ying's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. She knew that it was not easy for Buddhist disciples to practice closed-mouthed Zen. Once they succeeded in practicing it, they would speak with eloquent words and follow the Dharma when they spoke.
Qin Luo looked at the old monk.
I can feel that he is not simple.
"Teacher, do you want mutton?"
"The more, the merrier."
The middle-aged vendor thought it was strange, but he still brought him a bowl of pure mutton soup. There was a lot of mutton soup in it, with only a few slices of mutton, and chopped green onion sprinkled on top.
The old monk smelled it and said, "It smells good!"
Ziyue watched the old monk eating meat, while the young monk could only stand aside and watch, thinking of his former self.
"Little monk, let me eat steamed buns for you."
Ziyue handed a white bun to the young monk.
The little monk's eyes suddenly lit up. She clasped her hands together and bowed to Ziyue. Then she took the steamed bun and wolfed it down. It looked like she hadn't eaten for a long time.
The old monk picked up the yellow gourd from his waist. After opening it, the strong aroma of wine filled the air. He drank the wine with a satisfied expression on his face.
Ziyue asked curiously: "Can a monk drink alcohol and eat meat?"
The old monk looked at Xiao Ziyue and laughed loudly, "The wine and meat passed through the intestines, but the Buddha stayed in his heart."
Hearing this, Ziyue chuckled and said, "The beef passed through the intestines and stayed in Daozu's heart."
The old monk stared at Ziyue and said with a serious expression: "Little donor, you cannot imitate the poor monk. You cannot learn from the poor monk. If you imitate the poor monk, you will fall sooner or later."
Seeing the old monk's serious expression, Ziyue quickly took a sip of mutton soup to calm down her shock. She raised her little face and said, "I won't imitate you, I will imitate my senior brother."
The old monk looked at Qin Luo.
Qin Luo gestured to him.
"Your senior brother is your role model!"
"There's no meat in his bowl!"
The old monk looked at Ziyue and said, "Little donor, eating meat is not good for spiritual practice. I, a poor monk, will suffer for you."
Ziyue quickly protected the bowl with her small hands and stared at Shuiling's big eyes, "Why are you like my master?"
The old monk sighed softly: "So you are not smart."
Huaying and Qin Luo looked at each other and smiled.
They were amused by the conversation between the old and the young.
"As long as my senior brother is smart."
Ziyue continued to eat the mutton in the bowl.
"Are you disciples of Longhu Temple?"
Ziyue ignored the old monk and became angrier the more she thought about it. The master said she had no understanding and the old monk said she was not smart.
Qin Luo smiled and said softly: "Yes, what are you doing here, senior?"
"Ask about the Dragon and Tiger Temple!"
"I want to compete with Taoist Zhang!"
