Chapter Five: Who Is It?
The old servant and two Taoist nuns carefully helped the elderly man sit down on a grass mat under the corridor.
"Shouldn't we wipe off this blood?" a Taoist nun asked anxiously, looking at the old man's bloody ears.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," said the old man slowly.
Word came from over there, and two Taoist nuns stepped out quickly.
"Welcome, Master." The three Taoist nuns said in unison as they paid their respects.
"What's wrong?" asked the host.
A few people were busy talking about what had happened.
"Trouble you, I'll take a short rest here at Xiangong's place," said the old man.
Although his face was weak, his temperament remained extraordinary.
The host busied himself with the ceremony.
They are here for mountain climbing, and they have seen it all before. It's just that the reputation of this Taoist temple is not good, and few people come in.
This old man was such a person. If it wasn't for the sudden unexpected event, he would never have entered this Taoist temple. Although it's almost hopeless to make him a devout follower, the master of the temple still treated him with enthusiasm along with everyone else.
The clear soup and vegetable dishes were quickly served on the table.
"Coarse food in plain sight, good people see tolerance." Guan Zhu said.
"Thank you very much." The old man replied with a bow.
The host saw him and did not immediately move his chopsticks, but instead poured out a white frost ball from the incense bag in his hand and slowly put it into his mouth.
"Is this the pill that the mountain maiden gave you?" the host asked curiously.
The old man smiled.
"It's actually not a pill." He said, pouring out another one and handing it over, "Try some, Fairy Maiden."
Isn't it a pill? Can you just taste it casually?
The Taoist nuns were somewhat surprised.
"This is how it happened." The host hurriedly pushed back.
"Taste it, taste it." The old man said with a smile.
After this rest, his spirits gradually recovered.
The young master, being older and self-conscious, wouldn't dare to try it. A little Taoist boy couldn't resist his curiosity, stretched out his hand and picked one up, then looked at the master with trepidation.
The master shook his head, but didn't blame him. The little boy felt relieved and put it in his mouth, the honey splashing inside.
"Master, it's tangerine!" The little boy shouted with his eyes wide open and his mouth full of juice.
Apart from the elderly man who already knew, everyone else was shocked.
"Tangerine?"
"It's the small tangerine I bought at the foot of the mountain."
It's not medicine after all, just as Guan Zhong thought.
"Master, can tangerines still be eaten like this?"
"Master, aren't tangerines usually eaten directly?"
Of course not, those wealthy families, even eating melon seeds have many varieties, and candied fruits are even more complicated and luxurious.
Listening to the fairy ladies whispering, the old man smiled and ate his meal, using chopsticks to pick at it. These coarse tea and plain rice were naturally not to his taste.
"Master, the young lady says it's time for you to eat..." The old servant said in a low voice, looking at his master's chopsticks that were about to stop.
The old man shook his head and smiled.
"You've never been so obedient." He joked, while reaching out to touch his ear, making a hissing sound, "Really didn't expect it, Wanping, you're so ruthless."
The old servant smiled wryly.
"Master, I'm not in the mood for jokes now, you've had your meal, let's go see the doctor." he said.
"Didn't that girl just say it's nothing? You're not listening to her?" The old man said with a smile, and finally picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.
The Taoist nuns all withdrew, and Guanzhu accompanied the old man personally, watching as he finished a bowl of rice, a plate of dishes, and a bowl of soup.
The little boy brought up white water.
"No tea, please forgive me." The host said.
I wouldn't casually drink tea from outside, let alone a small and inconspicuous Taoist temple. The old man smiled slightly.
"It doesn't matter," he said, picking up the slightly rough ceramic cup and taking a sip. After eating, his spirits had basically recovered, and he looked around the small Taoist temple.
The green bricks and grey tiles show that the owner has taken great care to maintain them, but they still can't hide a hint of age, lacking some vitality and having a bit more of a smoky atmosphere.
There are immortals then there is spiritual energy; a Taoist temple still needs human energy to support it in order to have spiritual energy.
The old man drank a glass of water and then poured out two sugar plums, hesitated for a moment, finally only ate one, put the rest back, and stood up.
A donkey cart came over from outside, and the old servant helped the elderly man onto it. The master of the house saw off his disciples.
"Thank you," said the old man.
The host is busy and still courteous.
"Thank you." The old man bowed his hands and said to one side.
The donkey cart slowly disappeared into the distance.
"This old fellow is really polite, he said it twice." The little boy chuckled and said.
"That time wasn't thanking us, but thanking that young lady." A fairy maiden stroked the little boy's head and smiled.
"Sister, who is that woman? Isn't she an immortal from the mountain?" The little boy asked curiously, regretting not following her to dig wild vegetables, otherwise he would have seen the immortal.
The child's words made everyone involuntarily look up at the mountain, where the sunlight was shining brightly, casting a sparkling glow over the forest. Amidst the trees, a small Taoist temple came into view, with smoke rising from its kitchen.
Everyone's enthusiasm was immediately dampened.
Even an immortal cannot stay with a woman who is as filthy and stubborn as pickled vegetables!
The girl lifted the lid of the pot, and the meat in the bowl was shiny with oil. She used a cloth to hold it and brought it out, then filled another bowl with rice. From the nearby jar, she picked out some finely chopped pickled vegetables and arranged them on a plate. After carefully checking that the fire had gone out, she picked up the tray and headed into the house.
Jiangniang sat in the hall reading a book.
"Daughter, let's eat first." The maid knelt down and said, looking at the open book, smiling with pursed lips, "No hurry to read, it's still early for the New Year, one page can definitely be finished."
Jiang Yao pursed her lips and smiled slightly.
After being together until now, this girl is no longer as shy as she was at first and even jokes around.
People aren't always like this, from strangers to acquaintances, and then back to strangers again.
Jiang Nang picked up her chopsticks, picked up some meat and put it on the rice, then picked up a pickled vegetable and stirred it slightly before eating.
"Is that person the wild man of the watchman?" she suddenly asked.
This topic is really embarrassing for an unmarried girl, Yatou didn't expect her to say such embarrassing words, and she was still calm and composed, just like saying that today's rice is a bit soft.
"Is it?" said the girl.
Jiang Nang nodded and stopped talking, continuing to eat slowly.
Someone is knocking at the door outside.
"Half celery sister, half celery sister."
It was the young master who had been raised by Guan Zhong, and he got up and went over.
"The master invites you over." The little boy said timidly.
The girl hesitated for a moment, turned her head and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang in the hall, and Cheng Jiaoniang bowed to her with chopsticks.
"Alright, I'll go take a look." said Yatou, stepping out the door and closing it behind her as she followed Xiaotong.
They had just left when another little kid poked his head out from the side of the house, looked around, and finally came over with a mischievous look on his face, pushed the door open halfway, and then ran off.
Jiang Niang heard the door creak and raised her head, but didn't see anyone come in. She paused for a moment before continuing to eat.
"Why kick me out just to invite that girl for dinner? It's better if we eat together." The man, who had been sulking, slipped in through the back door and muttered, "What's the hurry... I'm still hungry."
He suddenly stopped in his tracks and saw the half-open door on this side.
That's where that silly girl lives...
The three words "foolish girl" flashed across his mind, and before his eyes appeared the beauty he had seen that morning, a beauty he had never seen before...
The most important thing is still a fool...
Fool, doesn't understand anything...
The man's breathing quickened, his throat surged with a few mouthfuls of saliva, and on this autumn day he felt hot all over, unable to help but stretch out his hand to unbutton his collar, revealing his dark and fluffy chest.
He lifted his foot and walked over, stepping through the half-open door.
"Little girl..." He shouted in a trembling voice, looking into the hall.
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