Chapter Twenty-Two Arriving Intention

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  On August 14th, Master Sun Guan led his disciples in a Buddhist ritual, and Cheng Jiaoniang and her maid moved into their new home.

  In front of the hall and behind the courtyard, Sun Guanzhong assigned a young boy to be in charge of incense and fire.

  "You must be respectful and courteous here, do not go to the back without being summoned, but you must do your best to sweep the backyard." Sun Guan reminded him again and again.

  If it weren't for Da Guan being inseparable from people, she would definitely want to live in this Taiping Palace by herself.

  That's right, this is called Taiping Palace, no longer Xiao Xuan Miao Guan. One mountain has only one pavilion, and the palace belongs to it.

  Sun Guanzhu looked down at the mountain, feeling a bit relieved as he let out a breath.

  Something I thought would never happen in this lifetime has actually come true.

  Although she belonged to the daughter of the Cheng family at this time, she was a daughter-in-law and not a cultivator, and would leave sooner or later.

  The girl came out to wipe the corridor and saw Sun Guanzhu hesitating outside the door, seemingly wanting to come in, yet seeming to want to leave. She spoke first to greet him.

  "Daughter, are you awake?" Sun Guan said.

  "I'm awake." The girl replied with a smile.

  Sun Guan was about to speak but stopped himself.

  "Is your accommodation okay? If you need anything else, I'll go get it for you." she said.

  "Alright, alright, very well." said Ya Tou.

  "Please come in." Chiang's voice came from behind the door.

  The girl quickly got up and opened the door, Sun Guanzhu also took a deep breath and stepped in.

  "This time, I've made you spend a lot." said Cheng Jiaoniang straightforwardly.

  Sun Guanzhu brought the money. The renovation of the Taoist temple didn't cost much, and most of it was spent on decorating this residence. The floor mats, beds, doors, windows, curtains, etc. were all brand new.

  "I didn't dare, I didn't dare, it was all given by my wife." Sun Guan's owner hastily said.

  "I like people who are straightforward and reasonable," said Cheng Jiaoniang, "You're great."

  Is this praise?

  Sun Guanzhu felt a little happy.

  At her age, she was two years older than the young girl, yet at this moment, she felt like an innocent and naive young girl, while the young girl seemed like a wise and experienced old woman.

  Sun Guan's face showed some loss of smile.

  "What do you need me to do for you? Just say it." said Jingniang.

  The maid beside her was somewhat stunned, this was the first time she had seen the young mistress speak so proactively.

  Sun Guanzhong was equally astonished, but more joyful.

  "I was thinking, could you let Ban Jin teach cooking skills to my younger brothers?" she said directly.

  The girl was taken aback for a moment.

  "What's this? What for?" The girl couldn't help but ask.

  "That old man likes Half Cinnamon Girl's craftsmanship. Now that you've moved to the mountain to live, it wouldn't be good to trouble you, so I thought..." Sun Guan said with a smile."

  It's always hard to say directly what you want to rely on...

  "You, do you want a big name or a small name?" Cheng Jiaoniang interrupted her and asked.

  First name? Last name?

  This girl has actually guessed her own intention again?

  Sun Guan's heart was even more nervous.

  "As you wish, I can cook for you. Stir-fry, sauté, deep-fry, boil, dishes with fish and meat, eggs and rice, fruits, tea, wine, soup, all kinds of cooking techniques." said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  Sun Guanzhu's eyes widened in shock, his face full of astonishment.

  So, those things, aren't they actually this girl's craftsmanship?

  "It's her craftsmanship. I just mentioned it." said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  He picked it up. Let the old man have his three meals a day in their pavilion?

  Sun Guanzhu was somewhat excited.

  She asked the right question this time!

  Xiao Ming, that's all there is to it. Just set up a banquet table and everything will be complete. If it were a big name...

  "As it is, if you want to make a big name for yourself, choose only one of the above methods." said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  Sun Guan and the little girl were both shocked again.

  One? A kind? But can become famous?

  "Immortal maiden." Jingniang looked at Sun Guanzhu, "What is your purpose in cultivating?"

  Sun Guan's eyes sparkled with a sudden flash of inspiration, and his mind was instantly clear.

  "Xian Gu, what you're cultivating is the Great Way, a minor way, but it's just a minor way after all. It can be used as an auxiliary, but not as the main one. If primary and secondary are not distinguished, and great and small are not clear, then the Way will be far away." said Cheng Jiaoniang.

  Yes, it's a Taoist temple, not a restaurant.

  She is cultivating her Tao, not seeking fame.

  She is a Taoist nun, not a cook.

  How can one become infatuated and lose sight of the right path? Even if relying on fame and great works, what has happened to the mysterious and subtle observation?

  Even with her great reputation, if she wore this Taoist robe wouldn't it become a laughingstock?

  How long can this name be kept up?

  Knowing more doesn't necessarily mean being famous.

  "Thank you, miss." Sun Guan bowed his head and saluted sincerely.

  Jiang Nang looked at her and smiled slightly.

  "Don't thank me, if you must thank someone, thank yourself," she said. "When people respect me one foot, I will return it with ten feet, this is the way."

  This was the third time Master Cheng had come to the front of the Zhang family's old residence. Unlike previous times, this time he was accompanied by another man.

  This is a man in his thirties, tall and majestic, wearing a Confucian robe that exudes an air of literature.

  "Isn't the old man always at home?" he said, opening his mouth with a Shaanxi-Gansu accent.

  "Yu Kun-di, it's just that you've come at an inopportune time." said Cheng Er Lao-ye with a hint of the carefree attitude of a wealthy landowner. "The old master has always avoided the world, and his disciples are numerous, so he deliberately avoids them all."

  The man called Yu Kun looked at Cheng Erlaoye with a hint of envy.

  "The master lives here, and I can often see him," he said. "I studied under the teacher for three years, but ran northwest, and since the teacher entered Beijing, I have not had a chance to see him again. This time, I was able to see the old master's residence while escorting, and I am satisfied. I dare not disturb the old gentleman, so I will take my leave."

  Second Master Cheng hastily grabbed hold of him.

  "Yu Kun, don't be in a hurry, it's easy to come, we will meet anyway." He said, somewhat anxiously.

  This Liu Yu-kun, Liu Pu, has long been famous. He is a fellow clansman from the same prefecture as Liu Ping. Although Liu Pu now holds only an honorary position, his uncle is no ordinary person - he was the top graduate in the imperial examinations of three years ago and is now a Grand Scholar of the Hanlin Academy, Liu Ping.

  Cheng Er Lao Ye had long known that Liu Pu was also a disciple of Zhang Chun, but they were separated by a great distance and were not fellow disciples of the same generation, so they had never met before. He didn't expect him to come knocking on his door, how could he possibly let go of this opportunity to make friends?

  He wanted to meet the teacher's father, but he came twice with gifts and was refused entry.

  Cheng Er Lao Ye said something big and insisted on bringing him again.

  "It's better not to disturb the old man anymore. Since he doesn't want to see us, then let's not see him." Liu Pu said.

  Second Master Cheng just pulled and wouldn't let go, urging the young servant to go back to the gatehouse and ask again.

  The little servant was reluctant to go, and couldn't help but resent the old master for bragging and talking big.

  What's going on here is getting more and more frequent, this is already the third time this month, and I haven't even entered the door of the guard room.

  That house is pretending to be deaf and dumb, it's obvious that no one is home, but still going to ask, just a waste of effort.

  The little servant pouted and walked past, but before he reached the door, it opened. He hastily stood still and saw a young girl with a basket slung over her arm walk out of the room.

  "Girl, slow down, I'll catch up with the carriage." The usually dull and deaf gatekeeper smiled with his toothless mouth, speaking warmly.

  "It's alright, old man, it's not far, I still have to go to Dong City, I can walk back myself."

  A small maid with an inconspicuous appearance smiled and said.

  "How can that be! You deliberately brought food for the old master to eat, and you let him walk back, what kind of hospitality is that!" The gatekeeper said with a sense of justice.

  The little servant was taken aback, wasn't it just one mouthful of food, and this little maid became a guest?

  Whose servant is this? So fierce!

  I thought about it, and 2,000 words per update is a bit too little. The time gap between two updates is quite long, so everyone seems to be in a hurry. If I add an extra update in the middle, with 2,000 words each for morning, noon, and night, it should flow smoothly... but, I'm not capable of that... (*^__^*) Hehe... (。。)