The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

The big tiger ran away with its two cubs, making Zhong Wen look a bit like himself, his nose twitching, and he always felt that he was not as good as a big tiger.

At least, others don't want face, but they want face.

Zhong Wen returned to the fire and ate the roasted hare again.

In the wild, that's it, not convenient enough.

Over the years, Zhong Wen has been thinking about the golden finger that God gave him.

But after so many years, Goldfinger is basically hopeless, but at least he is doing well.

At least, that nameless Taoism can be practiced to develop divine consciousness, and, when one gets old, one can also pass it on to one's descendants.

Of course, whether one can cultivate one's spiritual consciousness depends on whether one's descendants have that talent.

However, Zhong Wen doesn't need to worry about this for the time being.

I am still underage, and it seems that I am too far away from the matter of getting married and having children. Let's live every day well now before talking about it.

Maybe, God feels that I am living a very unsatisfactory life, so how about giving myself a new fortune?

Well, it seems like a good idea to go to the Palace of the King of Hell to be a ghost envoy.

If you can't be a ghost messenger, then you can be a real Zhong Kui. If you think about it, that's exciting enough.

If it doesn't work, then go to some parallel time and space, learn that fairy method, and achieve the supreme way.

Zhong Wen is like a fool at the moment, thinking about these things without thinking, not thinking about the good side at all.

In this era, with your current status, can you still beg for food?

If it really doesn't work, being a big landlord of Longquan Temple can live a good life, maybe even marry a beautiful lady, let alone take concubines.

The identity of a Taoist priest is already doomed, and he cannot leave Longquan Temple.

As for my parents and younger sister, I think they will be rich and honored all their lives in the future, which is what they think.

At this time, Longquan Temple is thousands of miles away.

Li Daoling suddenly felt cold, as if something happened.

"Huh? Did something happen to Jiushou? Why do I feel so uncomfortable."

Li Daoling sat in front of his house, wondering.

At this moment, Chen Feng came over from not far away.

"Monastery Lord, tomorrow I will go to Lizhou City to give some gifts, so I won't eat the banquet."

Two days ago, Chen Feng received an invitation from Taoist Guanzhong.

The letter wrote about the matter of not taking concubines in Lizhou City, and said that Li Daoling would be invited to Lizhou City to have a cup of wedding wine.

Don't worry about Zheng Zhi, after the collapse of the Zeng family, he lived his happy life like a fish in water.

Some time ago, Jian got a beautiful lady who said she wanted to take a concubine, so she wrote an invitation and handed it back to the Taoist who went down the mountain to Lizhou City to buy it a few days ago.

Then Zheng Zhi is almost 50 years old now, at such a great age, he still wants to marry a beautiful girl back home, well, anyway, Zheng Zhi likes it, so can he still say something?

However, if Zhong Wenzai really heard about this incident, he would definitely say something.

"You go there, you can come back a day or two later, you can't be so polite, after all, that Zheng Biejia also helped Jiushou."

After thinking for a while, Li Daoling responded to Chen Feng.

"That's fine, then I'll take someone with me tomorrow."

Chen Feng replied.

As for the banquet, he really doesn't like the food outside, even if it's a special banquet, he doesn't necessarily like it.

The food in Longquanguan dining hall is much better than outside.

Yu Li's mother and daughter in the dining room have studied Zhong Wen's cooking skills more and more since they learned Zhong Wen's cooking skills.

Although it can't compare to Zhong Wen's fried food, the taste is definitely not bad. What's more, Longquan Temple is not short of money, it needs oil and oil, and salt and salt.

Of course, except for the soy sauce, which seems to be lacking, everything else is not bad.

After Da Zhongwen went down the mountain, the soy sauce in Guanzhong became less and less.

It's not easy for Yu Li to tell Chen Feng and the others about it. After all, Zhong Wen brought this soy sauce from home every time. She is a cook in the dining room, so it's really inconvenient for her to talk about it.

She, Yu Li, also doesn't know how to make soy sauce, and she doesn't know how to make soy sauce.

As for Li Daoling, Chen Feng and the others, they didn't care about the kitchen in the dining room at all, they just ate what they had.

Even if there is no soy sauce, they will not ask.

But at this moment, Zhong Mugen, his wife, and Xiao Hua were having dinner at Zhong Wen's house at the foot of the mountain.

Although the time is late, it does not affect their good taste.

It is said that after Zhong Wen went down the mountain to travel, Zhong Mugen and his wife, after getting up early in the morning, basically went to work in the field as usual, and rarely thought about other things.

Of course, they often talk about their son who is away.

As for the soy sauce, Zhong Mugen and his wife haven't brewed it recently, and they didn't pay attention to the cost of Guanli. It was basically made by Zhong Wen in the past.

"Vag... vomit..."

Suddenly, Xiu somehow retched while eating.

"Lady, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Zhong Mugen didn't know what was wrong with his wife, she seemed to have caught a cold.

"Nothing, just want to vomit, seems to have a feeling of catching a cold."

Xiu felt that when she was eating, she suddenly felt uncomfortable, wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, and thought in her heart that she got up too early today and caught a cold from the dew.

"Then I'll go to the temple and invite Daoist Chen to come so I can show my lady."

Zhong Mugen put down the bowl and chopsticks, got up, and was about to go to the Longquan Temple on the mountain to ask Chen Feng to come down the mountain to check his wife's pulse.

"Aniang, drink some water, Dad, I'll go to the temple to invite Daoist Chen to come. You can take care of Aniang at home."

Xiaohua fetched a bowl of water in a sensible way, handed it to her mother, and then said.