[comprehensive] superior skills

I don't know when it started, an ancient temple in the wilderness that had been in disrepair near Shuangcha Ridge suddenly became crowded again.

Every day, before the morning fog in the woods cleared, the hut with only four straw curtains to keep out the wind and rain could emit bursts of fragrance.

If it catches up with the time when the wind blows, even people who are dozens of miles away can be charmed by this strange fragrance.

Getting up early this day, Song Ci packed up the blankets stacked on the camp bed as usual, and went to the temporary stove to light a fire and cook.

Pour water and flour and beat eggs, and finally add a large piece of essential butter, and you will have a pot of golden steamed buns that are fragrant and oily.

Although she has a lot of stock on hand, her store only serves steamed buns and pickled vegetables. If someone thinks it's dry mouth, it's easy to deal with. There are clear mountain springs in the water tank for you to use.

"Everyone knows that gods are good..."

Just as Song Ci was humming a ditty to pick up steamed buns, a few red foxes with clever vigor poked their heads out from behind the grass curtain, raised their front paws and stood upright, lying on her calf Humming and begging for food.

"Little monster, you have a sharp nose!"

Song Ci leaned over and flicked its hairy ears twice, "The steamed buns just out of the pan are too hot to eat, if you can't help but lose your mouth, I'm afraid your old mother will come to me again to preach !"

The little fox bared its teeth and barked a few times, finally listened to the persuasion and lay still beside the water tank, staring helplessly at the food in the little Taoist's hand.

Ever since we talked about the past with Monkey King at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain that day, Song Ci turned around and built a thatched house on the only way westward in Hezhou Wei, just waiting for the eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty who came from afar to come and ask for alms.

At the beginning, because of the golden light of merit and immortal energy, all the mobs in the surrounding mountains were afraid of this Taoist priest who appeared suddenly, and even those with low morality thought she was here to subjugate demons, and left home in a panic Sheye left his former residence.

Day after day, the little demons gradually discovered that this Taoist priest behaved strangely, and he only stayed in the kitchen to steam steamed buns, but he still ate very little, and gave most of it to the passing travelers and nearby animals. It didn't look like a bloodthirsty and vicious villain, so I slowly got the courage to post it up.

How did they know that the reason why the Taoist priest in front of her is so approachable is not only because these little monsters who are born with nature have not yet bred to harm others, but also because she has also suffered from the pain of not being able to reincarnate as a human being, so she doesn't want to Wish to kill all.

"Red boy, dinner is ready!"

Song Ci walked in front with a tray, followed by a string of bright red long tails, just like this, you push me and I slap you for fun.

Knowing that little foxes can't eat salty melon and pickled vegetables, Song Ci specially prepared a dish of sweet wild honey for them to dip in, which made the little red hair so happy that his beard sticks together.

After eating and drinking, she mentioned the ignorant fox cub, and solemnly said: "Recently, there may be strangers coming and going on the mountain, you should stay with your mother more and play outside the cave less, remember?"

When the cubs nodded in agreement, Song Ci took a bag and packed half a pot of steamed buns and a small bag of candied dates on them, "Okay, let's go home. Don't forget to tell the big fox what I said."

Watching the little foxes go back and forth, Song Ci returned to the kitchen to prepare a vegetarian meal for the distinguished guests who were about to visit.

As the saying goes, no coincidence makes a book, and before the second pot of steamed buns from the small shop came out, a thin white horse turned out at the end of the winding and rugged path. On the saddle was a handsome monk with red lips and white teeth and a face like the moon.

The mountain wind was like a knife, blowing the monk so that he almost fell off his horse, and even the lines on his ruddy mouth were cracked.

The horse that was walking with a heavy load felt bitter, and the monk who had just suffered a lot was not much better.

Although the journey out of Chang'an was treacherous and difficult, at least there were posthouses and temples around Fucheng to entertain and rest. He had never tasted the taste of eating and sleeping in the open.

"Usually, people in the world say that the road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky. Now the poor monk thinks that the road to the west is even worse than this."

Seeing that the sky was getting dark and the monk who was trapped here was afraid that the wind and snow would block him, he didn't know whether to stop or find a secluded place to hide for the night. The hungry Wuzang Temple became more and more noisy.

"Amitabha, good is good!"

The monk reined in the horse, looked up at the place where the wind was blowing, and said in surprise, "Could it be that the Buddha appeared and showed me a bright way?"

Following the scent, he drove his horse forward. Not far away, he saw a not-so-spacious thatched hut standing among a pile of broken stones and rotting tiles, with a warm fire glowing faintly in the door curtain.

At this time, the wind in the forest grew louder, and even the horse under the monk's seat could not be ridden, but the thatched hut was still standing in place without being crooked or twisted.

Seeing this, the monk could only take the reins and walked step by step to the stone steps in front of the hut, calling out: "The almsgiver is polite. The poor monk is a monk sent by His Majesty the Tang Dynasty to worship the Buddha in the west to seek scriptures. Yubaodi is here to ask for a place to stay, and I hope the benefactor will help him."

He called a few times and no one answered him. He thought the host would not entertain strangers, and just as he was turning away with a sigh, he suddenly saw an equally handsome, white and tender face with a few flour marks hanging on it from the curtain of the door.

"It turned out that the envoy of Tang Wangzun arrived, forgive the sin, forgive the sin!"

Song Ci hurriedly called the monk to come in, "I don't think it's such a coincidence, when the holy monk called the door, Xiao Wang was cooking and eating in the kitchen behind."

As soon as he walked into the hot and fragrant room, Tang Seng's body immediately responded with the most sincerity, singing a ditty like beating gongs and drums.

In front of the master's family making such a big commotion, the monk's face was smeared with a layer of rouge, "don't blame the benefactor, the poor monk is rude."

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay!"

Song Ci waved his hands very understandingly, "When you are away from home, how can you be comprehensive in everything."

She pulled the embarrassing monk to sit on the camp bed, "Holy monk, wait a moment, let me get some fast food."

This time Song Ci did not deal with it like fooling others. He used eighteen martial arts again and again to bring all kinds of vegetables, melons and fruits that fasting monks could import, whether they were originally from the Tang Dynasty or when she herself passed on the scriptures. All the imported products come to serve, and a total of nine delicious dishes are prepared.

"This, the kindness of the benefactor, the poor monk is really ashamed."

The monk looked at the table full of food with some embarrassment, "The poor monk only needs a mouthful of steamed buns and cold water."

Song Ci forcibly pushed him down on the seat, "The holy monk doesn't know something, it's a godsend to meet you and me today, so how can we neglect it!"

Seeing the suspicious look on the monk's face, Song Ci quickly took out the customs clearance document in his arms, and told how he had gone through hardships and hardships to congratulate the Middle Kingdom, and how he treated diseases and rescued people along the way to promote grain, and finally patted his chest He laughed and said, "Elder, you and I are both people traveling west, isn't this a great fortune!"

Tang Seng couldn't help saluting after hearing the words: "Amitabha, the donor is indeed a benevolent and benevolent man!"

"I don't dare to be a good man."

Song Ci persuaded the dishes while saying: "Xiao Wang yearned for the majesty of the Han family since he was a child. I still remember a Han gentleman who was exiled to the country of Zhenzhi once taught Xiao Wang a word, 'Don't do things because good is small, and don't do evil because evil is small. And for that.’ Really thought-provoking.”

"The prince is benevolent and benevolent, which is really a blessing for all people."

Monk Tang imitated his master's example and sandwiched some shiitake mushrooms with steamed buns, and his eyes were reddened by the spicy taste that rushed straight to his forehead. Come out to make arrangements for the poor monk's future trips."

Song Ci shook his head with a smile and sighed, "There are many bandits, bandits, corrupt officials and cruel officials, not to mention how fierce and frightening the wild beasts and monsters are. Fortunately, the elder is an eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty and is blessed by the gods, so he should save himself from danger."

The two talked a lot about what they had seen and heard along the way, and it was not until the monk could no longer hold the chopsticks that Song Ci took the table leftovers contaminated with the holy monk's saliva to a special crisper in the back kitchen and hid them away.

She was busy at the back, while Tang Seng, who had been exhausted all day ahead, was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep on the spot.

"Master, drink a cup of hot tea to relieve fatigue."

Song Ci sent it over with a cup of tea bowl, "Xiao Wang will clean up the place for you."

Seeing Monk Tang drink what was in the cup with his own eyes, Song Ci turned around and took out another camp bed piled in the corner, and spread a thick layer of quilt on it.

"Young prince, poor monk..."

Tang Seng only felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, and he collapsed on the bed after walking a few steps.

"Elder Tang? A holy monk?"

Song Ci patted the pretty monk's face, and smiled when he saw that this man had not resisted the effects of the medicine and fell asleep, "We are so destined, why don't you let me fulfill your first difficulty."

As soon as she finished speaking, she found a thumb-length, shiny silver sharp weapon from her purse.

"Crack, click, click..."

Everything was quiet, and suddenly there was a strange and extremely weird sound from the dimly lit thatched cottage deep in the dense forest, which made people feel chills in their hearts and backs.

Blowing in a calm manner, Song Ci carefully inspected the holy monk's pair of white and tender jade hands with the same style as his face. two places.

After packing the twenty or so pieces of Tang Monk meat in a small medicine bottle, she wrote a farewell letter by candlelight.

To the effect that he only cared about entertaining the holy monk but forgot to take care of the horse, causing the elder's mount to be devoured by wild beasts.

After the master leaves, all the items in the house are left for the holy monk to use. If he meets each other by fate, he will continue the feeling of parting.

Casually pressing this sincere letter on Monk Tang's two loads of luggage, Song Ci went out and took away the horse that was nestling on the stove to keep warm, "God has the virtue of good life, you should follow me and run for your life."

The white horse didn't know whether it understood the words of the people or what, it slowly stood up and paced out, and even lowered its head and gave a soft sigh to the kind-hearted path leader.

Putting on a thick cloak, Song Ci drove his horse out of the Shuangcha Ridge, and turned to the border of Uzang along a shortcut that he had observed a long time ago.

Although Uzang is a small country outside of China, it has been enlightened by the flourishing Tang Dynasty. The customs and customs are not much different from those in Central China, and most of the pedestrians in the streets are dressed in Han Chinese clothes.

Song Ci was not in a hurry to stay, so he first found a decent tavern to reward Wu Zang Temple, and listened to the gossip while eating in the lobby.

The next day, she entrusted the white horse that escaped her life to the care of the waiter in the hotel, and went to the subordinate village alone with the black iron sword on her back.

After walking for a few miles, Song Ci stopped at a family in Xikou, and greeted the old woman who was taking her grandson to the sun, saying, "Hello old birthday star, the trail passes by here, and I ask you for a bowl of water."

The old woman squinted her eyes and saw that the person coming was not only polite and pleasant, she got up and dragged her grandson into the house, "Where did you come from?"

Song Ci said with a smile: "Xiaodao came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty."

"Huh? From the Tang Dynasty?"

The old lady was even more surprised when she heard it, she held the water bowl and said tremblingly: "There is no reason, why did you come here?"

Song Ci laughed again, "It's just because Xiaodao was determined to travel around the world to find strange things when he was young, so now he can't stay still when he grows up."

"Well, at such a young age, my family is willing to do so."

Caressing her grandson's small body, the old lady kindly advised: "You should go far away after drinking this bowl of water. To tell you the truth, we have a goblin as big as a bucket and with jagged teeth a few years ago. Not only did the disturbance make the village unsafe, but it also usurped a beautiful young girl!"

"Oh?"

Song Ci took a crystal-clear glass marble from his purse, and handed it to the little boy who was timidly hiding behind his grandma, "It's all right, why did this mountain monster come to people in the market?"

"If you say it, it's evil fate!"

The old woman was heartbroken and said: "It's just that the blind old man Gao hired a powerful monster as a good man and hired him as his son-in-law, so he refused to leave his daughter-in-law and left alone!"

Song Ci laughed after hearing this, "According to what you always said, the monster's nature is not bad, and he never hurt anyone."

"so what?"

The old lady pointed to the room and said: "Every family in our Gao family is connected to each other. Only the grandson in front of me is the flesh and blood of Gao's eldest daughter. It stands to reason that he should be called grandfather! But now who dares to be a member of his Gao family?" The door, this relationship is no different from breaking up!"

Song Ci looked at the orderly house in the depths of the stream, "I don't know where this old man Gao's house is, Xiaodao really wants to meet that goblin who is willing to be his son-in-law!"

"his home?"

The old woman curled her lips, "You don't need to ask, if you walk along the stream, you can find out which houses are the most desolate and dilapidated. Since the evil wind blew up in his house, all the nearby houses were scared and moved away."

After thanking the old man, Song Ci followed her advice and searched downstream, and sure enough, he saw a large lonely house at the end of the village.

The courtyard was surrounded by dismantled small courtyards, and there were not even a few usable bricks and tiles, which really didn't look like it.

Song Ci stepped forward to knock on the door, and after waiting for a long time, a listless young man stuck his head out and looked suspiciously at the visitor, "Who are you looking for?"

Song Ci still smiled and cupped his hands, "Those passing by, want to disturb your residence for a night."

The little servant didn't even bother to go back to report to the master's house, so he yelled, "No borrowing!"

"Hey! Don't be in a hurry to close the door, little brother!"

Raising his hand against the door panel, Song Ci said with a smile: "It's convenient for others, and it's convenient for you, little brother, why can't you make it convenient and inform the master?"

"What's the matter with you, do you still want to break the door by force in broad daylight?!"

The young man glared and yelled, "You can't make do with one night when you pass by. If you can't, aren't there so many dilapidated houses next door? Just find someone who can shelter you from the wind and rain!"

"Unfortunately, I don't like to make ends meet the most in my life."

With a little effort from Song Ci's fingertips, the boy rolled into the yard, "Please, little brother, give me a good report."

At this time, an old man dressed in rich clothes stepped out from the inner door, "Great talent! What a shame to make such a fuss! I don't know if your wife just drank calming tea and fell asleep?!"

"The grandpa came just in time!"

The young servant who was called Gaocai rubbed his sore waist and legs and called out to Qu: "Somewhere came a barbarian who insisted on staying at our house. If I say no, I will still hurt people!"

"This Daoist..."

When the old man first saw the visitor, he still thought it was ordinary. He waited until he saw the palm prints hard embedded on the heavy wooden door, and said in a trembling voice: "Dare to ask where is Changxian Township?"

"I accidentally injured the servant in a moment of impatience, so I hope you don't blame me."

Song Ci walked in the door openly, "Xiao Dao came from the Tang Dynasty in the East, and wanted to bother you all night, but this little brother refused to accommodate."

"It's all this house slave who doesn't want to know people with his eyes and doesn't obey the rules!"

Hearing that he was an expert from the Tang Dynasty, the old man quickly surrendered, "Master Daoist, please follow me!"

When the two sat down in the hall, the servant who had stumbled hurriedly served tea again, and stood behind his master with lowered brows, without saying a word.

"Don't worry too much, Daoist."

Old man Gao sighed, "It's good intentions for my slave not to accept you. It's only because of the disaster that happened to our family, which made the neighbors feel so tired that they couldn't bear peace."

"To tell you the truth, old lady, when I was begging for water in the village earlier, I have already learned about the old affairs of your family from an old woman."

Song Ci glanced at the women's family in the backyard, "That's why I made this trip."

"So, you came here specially to resolve my family's crisis?"

The old man Gao was both surprised and happy, bowing again and again: "If the Taoist priest can save the little old man and his family from suffering, the little old man is willing to enshrine the longevity tablet for you from generation to generation, in return for your great kindness!"

"Even if it's not in the middle, it's not far away!"

Song Ci stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Although the monster is a little crazy, he has no intention of harming others. Xiaodao is only afraid that the old man's family will be too worried and cause trouble, so he came here to tell you. At most half a year , there will be an eminent monk who has attained the Tao to help you out of your misfortunes.”

"Huh? Another half a year?!"

Old man Gao couldn't help but staggered and said in grief and indignation: "But my old wife is so sick of thinking about my daughter, I really don't know if I still have the life to wait until the deadline that the Taoist priest said!"

Song Ci smiled slightly when he heard the words, "Don't worry, old man. Xiaodao has another wonderful prescription, and the medicine will surely cure the disease."

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Madam Bone's last wish has been fulfilled for her. _(:з」∠)_

Also, in this world, the only person who has eaten Tang Monk meat and has not been struck by lightning is Tang Monk and his wife~~

Jade clean bottle, okay~~