Chapter 469 The Road We Have Traveled "Eat." Lin Jue was sitting in the room, in front of him was a wooden sculpture, a big-headed ghost, and dozens of taels of silver. The silver-eating ghost looked at him timidly, feeling very uneasy. "Really, really, you have achieved enlightenment." His words were full of uncertainty and worry about the future. After becoming a true god, the Lingyuan Pill is useless. And most people, after becoming a true god, will either go to the mountains to practice in seclusion and become a pure mountain immortal, or be recruited by the Nine Heavens and go to heaven, or be given a clear divine position, or have an empty title, and enjoy incense in addition to practicing. In short, no matter which one, they rarely touch the yellow and white things of the world. "It is indeed true." Lin Jue smiled at him, "But don't worry, I still have Fuyao, my junior sister, and many younger junior nephews. I will continue to accept disciples. If you are willing to leave, just tell me at any time and you can leave. If you don't want to leave, I can also continue to support you. This is my promise to you." "Don't dare, don't dare..." The silver-eating ghost's worries were gone, but he was still filled with fear. "But this is indeed my last bit of silver." Lin Jue sighed, "After we finish eating, I'm afraid I'll have to rely on my junior sister to provide for you."

"I won't starve to death if I eat less..." "Haha! Eat it!" Lin Jue watched it finish eating and spit out the Lingyuan Pill, then put it away in a few white jade pill bottles, preparing to give them to the disciples of his eldest and second senior brothers later. Then he went out and walked into the kitchen. He reached out and grabbed the soaked dried bamboo shoots from the basin and threw them on the chopping board. With a flip of his wrist, a flying sword appeared in his hand. The Taoist's expression did not change at all. With a light stroke of his hand, the dried bamboo shoot was split in half. Then he pointed at the flying sword and said: "Cut into slices." The flying sword started moving automatically. "Duoduoduo..." The even and orderly sound makes people feel happy when they hear it, as if they are back in their childhood when the family was preparing food on festival nights, the firelight was reflected on the wall, and the dried bamboo shoots were cut into even slices. Take another piece of bacon and place it on the chopping board with a snap in the light of the steam and fire. “Cut it into slices.” The flying sword swept past lightly, and the bacon was cut into thin slices, evenly and neatly, with each slice being almost the same thickness, and without any stain from the sword. “Cut the mushrooms into thin slices, too.” The flying sword can kill demon kings and cut mushrooms. The junior sister next to her was kneading the dough with grunts. Lin felt proud: "Automatically cook." "Hmm? Senior brother? You?" "Oh, I forgot about you."

"Anyway, just make a little more. I'll take two bowls back and let my Ziyun and Senior Hua taste them. Otherwise, we'll be eating delicious food here, and who knows what my Ziyun will eat at Senior Hua's place." "How are you going to take it back?" "I can also freeze water." "can." Ji Yin and Ji Yang sat together in front of the stove, unable to tell whether they were making fire or playing, because making fire on a wood stove is a fun and interesting thing. The junior sister was extremely serious when kneading the dough, and her expression seemed to be helping. The bubbling sound in the pot and the rising steam add a different atmosphere to the kitchen. Ji Yin and Ji Yang looked up and asked: "Does Eighth Uncle have any secrets for making Pu Gai Noodles? Usually when Master doesn't know what to eat or doesn't want to eat anything else in the mountains, he always tells us to eat Pu Gai Noodles. But Master and the uncles all say that ours aren't as delicious as Eighth Uncle's." "This thing is so simple, what's the trick?" Lin Jue stood still beside him and said with a smile: "You all followed the recipes I wrote, and the ingredients were the same. I couldn't possibly make it better than you. At most, the heat was different, the saltiness was different, and the dough was softer or not. It just tasted a little different, but none of them tasted better. Besides, I always made it differently. They were just used to what I made. After many years, someone would get used to what you made, and they would keep eating it forever. Nothing else could replace it." "We still want to learn from Uncle Eighth." "Right! Master, be happy!" "Look at how you spoil him..." Lin Jue smiled and began to explain each step in detail. I told them exactly how hot the oil should be, how high the heat should be, which mushrooms to choose, and how much to use. Before long, light golden fat floated on the edge of the pot, and half bright red and half snow-white bacon could be vaguely seen, with bamboo shoots floating up and down. In the pot were wide and thin snow-white noodles that had been cooked until soft and had absorbed enough broth. It seemed that one could imagine how delicious they were just by looking at them. A big spoon makes a bowl. Bowl after bowl, they flew out the door automatically. When Lin Jue and the little junior sister finally took the bowls out, several senior brothers were already sitting under the ancient pine tree eating. In the early morning on the mountain, they were reflecting the rising red sun, chatting and laughing in the mountain mist and the rising heat. "After eating this bowl of Pu Gai Mian, I am satisfied. It is time to go and see the customs and practices overseas and see if I can find the legendary Long Bo." The third brother held the bowl in his hand, his mouth full of oil, and spoke leisurely. "Remember to tell me when you find it." "Junior brother, quickly give me the remaining half jar of Qianri wine." "I'm useful." "Ugh……" "I'll give you half at most."

"That's okay too." They had paid their respects to the master, the mountain god, and the increasingly elderly Taoist master Wangjizi. When the sun rose higher, many of the brothers went down the mountain and left. Some performed the art of speed, becoming as light as a swallow and walking down the mountain on tree branches and grass tips. Some leaped into the air and transformed themselves into different birds, flying in different directions against the mountain mist and morning light. Only empty bowls were left on the long wooden table under the ancient pine tree in the Taoist temple, without even a drop of soup. They were placed in a mess and collected by the younger generation. …… A huge egret was flying leisurely in the distance. Lin Jue was standing on the clouds, riding them. There was a fox standing at his feet, with a white swan and a sparrow beside it. The sparrow was clever, and as it flew, it approached the Taoist and landed on top of the fox's head. The fox couldn't help but look up, and his head turned in the process, so the sparrow had to move its feet, as if it was performing acrobatics on a rolling ball. After the fox knew its purpose, it stopped moving. "Brother, are you going back to Beijing?" The swan turned its head and said to Lin Jue. "I won't go back to Beijing yet." "Where are you going first?" "I'll go check out the road I walked before. Somehow, I suddenly remembered Shu Village." Lin Jue thought for a while and said, "It just so happens that I got the Thousand Days Wine. After that, I'll take it to Zhongshan to visit Xuanming Zhenren who practiced in Jiulong Temple, and the immortals who gave us gifts that day." "A road I've walked before? Then I'll go there too!" "Okay." Lin Jue said, "Are you tired of flying?" "Not tired! It's fun!" A moment later, the swan stood above Lin Jue's head. However, this swan was very large and difficult to stand on. It had to keep moving its feet to be able to stand firmly on Lin Jue’s head. Even so, it was stubborn and refused to go down. After leaving Yishan, the road quickly became familiar. Lin Jue saw a sea of ​​bamboo forests all over the mountains, with waves rising in the wind. He also saw a winding official road in the mountains and a temple on the side of the road. It's not that after becoming a Taoist, he would return home in glory to look back, look back on old times, and pick up memories, but when he went to absorb the morning glow of the East China Sea, he stayed overnight in a temple by the sea. At that time, he remembered the temple he stayed in at night when he passed by the mountains when he first left the village. It was here that I had felt the first glimmer of kindness from the monks in the temple because of my youth and integrity. It was also here that I received my first coin on my way out. Now that you have thought of it, come back and take a look. The so-called enlightenment and freedom, doesn’t it just mean that you can do whatever you think of? "I just left the village and took this road before. Because of the rain, I was delayed and met a monster. His last name was Huang Quan. He wanted to scare me, but I scared him away instead." Lin Jue pointed to the mountain road below and said to the swan above his head. "Yellow dog?"

The swan moved its feet and adjusted its posture, taking the time out of its busy schedule to do two things at once and reply to him. The voice that came out was that of Junior Sister. After a few years, her attainment in this magic has become higher than Lin Jue's. At least when Lin Jue turns into a egret and speaks, his voice is different from normal, but hers is exactly the same as usual. "It was a yellow dog." Lin Jue said to her, "That night, I stayed in this temple. The monks in the temple were kind and gave me thicker porridge and gave me the attic to live in." "I remember this place! There are ghosts in the attic! My master and I passed by here and stayed here for a night. I also heard about your story with the two ghosts. My master also told you about it." "That was his test on me." "That's right!" Junior sister also seemed to be getting excited. "Let's go down and have a look." "it is good." The white clouds fell into the mountains, turned into mist, and returned to the sky. The soft white clouds under my feet turned into hard land, and the surrounding bamboo forests also brought coolness in the midsummer. The swan turned into a female Taoist priest, and the sparrow turned into a colorful cat. The white fox turned into a bean fox and jumped back onto Lin Jue. The colorful civet cat turned into a bean cat and also climbed up along the Taoist robe of the junior sister and got into her sleeves. "It's a pity it's not at night." Lin Jue stepped forward, looking around as he walked. A temple soon appeared in front of us. "Bamboo Edge Temple." “Goodness is a treasure that can be used endlessly throughout one’s life, and the heart is a fertile field that can be cultivated for a hundred generations…” Lin Jue recited the name of the temple. The junior sister recited the couplets on both sides. There was a rustling sound inside. "Tuk-tuk!" The light courtyard door opened quickly. Inside was a slightly plump old monk wearing a somewhat worn monk's robe, holding a broom and looking at them. "You two Taoist priests, what are you doing..." "I heard that you can stay here?" "Yes... yes, you can stay overnight." The old monk said to them, "But, but few people come to stay overnight during the day. Most of them come in the late afternoon and evening. It's still morning now. You two Taoist priests only need to walk forward for half a day to reach the city." "We don't want to leave. Can we stay here for a day and rest for a while?" Lin Jue said, taking out his certificate of ordination. "We are not bad people. We are Taoists practicing in Yishan."

"Yishan..." The old monk looked thoughtful. Seems to have some impression. In recent years, after the world has been in chaos, it seems that we hear the word "Yishan" from time to time. I rarely heard of it before. I have no recollection of when I first heard it. (End of this chapter)