Dust roots [comprehension]

"Wait, you said they were all in trouble?" Lu Tingyun thought of another question, "Before I retreated, I heard that the lady of the family was in trouble, but there are scripture pavilions in the eight major sects? The scripture pavilions are all Monk."

"Maybe being a monk is an unusual temptation for the flower pickers?" The inns rented by the eight major sects are close to each other, and if there is any movement in one sect, the other sects will also know.When the Yueyue Tower became noisy, all the monks in the Sutra Pavilion were awakened from their trance, and when they opened their eyes, they saw a bunch of peonies on the table.

Someone has entered their room, but these eminent monks with profound cultivation did not notice it at all.

"There is a note under the bouquet, saying that I will come to visit some other day."

The various sects stayed in Pingyang City to compete for places. The disciples sent by the Sutra Pavilion included eloquent monks and monks who glared at King Kong. No matter what kind of monks, it is impossible to let the thieves be arrogant.

"The Sutra Pavilion has a separate small building to live in. The doors and windows are wide open, and the door is open to thieves. The pure Buddhist gate is not clean, and the small building is surrounded by monks watching the excitement. Of course, there are also other sects who are ready to catch the flower-picking thief. disciple."

"Brother Song, have you been to see the excitement?"

"Taking time to take a look, I dare not leave for too long."

He didn't explain why he didn't dare to leave for too long, Lu Tingyun thought about it and didn't ask, for fear of getting an answer that would disappoint him.

"Who was recruited by the Guiyi sect?" Even if the relationship with the head of the sect is not good, Lu Tingyun is a disciple of the Guiyi sect after all, and he cares about his own sect.

"I didn't go to inquire about it. You can ask by the way while watching the excitement."

Lu Tingyun unfolded the scented letterhead, and before reading it, he suddenly asked, "Brother Song, have you read the content on it?"

"Of course I don't read letters written to you by others." Song Huaichen smiled, "Especially the letters that pretty girls slipped into me secretly and asked me to bring them to you."

"I hope you can take a look first." Lu Tingyun lowered his eyes as he said, "Then I won't bother summarizing and telling you what is written in the letter."

Song Huaichen thought about this sentence, and answered "You don't need to tell me" and "I don't want to know", both of which are inappropriate, and it will appear that he cares a lot.

"You seem to have become cunning after retreating, Lu Tingyun."

What was written on the letter paper was nothing more than words of longing, which was much more tactful compared to Liu Qingyan.But because of this cautious euphemism, it is even more difficult to deal with.

Out of sight and out of mind, Lu Tingyun folded the letter again: "This is wronging me."

"I have always been a sincere person, but I feel that I am familiar with you, Brother Song, so I can speak more freely."

"The flower-picking thieves are haunted at night. It's almost dawn now, so I'm afraid it's too late. Would you like to go see the excitement with me tomorrow night?"

Not seeing the flower-pickers, looking at all schools and sects, all kinds of faces, it is also lively.

The topic jumped from the letterhead to the flower picker, and a thin piece of incense paper was left on the table.

Lu Tingyun said that he wanted to summarize the content of the letter for Song Huaichen, but in the end he changed the subject quickly and unquestionably.

Song Huaichen really cared about the contents of the letter.

Song Huaichen drank the tea in his cup, and decided to have a blind eye: "It's almost dawn, I should go to prepare to open the shop."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Eat the snacks on the table."

Different from Yingshan Lake, the sweet and soft pastries placed in front of Lu Tingyun at this moment are all made of spiritual plants, suitable for monks to eat.

Lu Tingyun squeezed a piece of pastry in his hand, got up and followed Song Huaichen to the house: "I'm here to see a pastry shop without a helper."

Cultivators don't need much living space, most of the area in the house was converted into a kitchen by Song Huaichen.The kitchen is equipped with earthen stove, bellows, steamer, pots and pans, and seasonings and ingredients are placed on the shelves in different categories, which looks dazzling.

Of course, there are also puppets who are as tall as people in the kitchen.

"Cooking? Yes." Song Huaichen stretched out his hand and pressed down, and blue spiritual filaments appeared in the air, spreading like a spider web, covering the entire kitchen, connecting all the puppets together.

Those puppets with finely carved fingers moved one by one under the traction of spiritual filaments. Some scooped water into the pot, some scooped powder out of the noodle tank, and some added firewood to pull the bellows. The puppets moved. When he got up, the whole kitchen came alive and suddenly became extremely lively.

Lu Tingyun was stunned, and didn't dare to step into the area covered by the spiritual power network for a while: "This, this is really spectacular."

Song Huaichen is like a master chef with an apprentice, checking the heat and the humidity of the dough from time to time, and if the puppet is not done properly, he adjusts the spiritual filaments to change the movement and strength of the puppet.

During the whole process, he didn't do anything by himself.

"Spectacular?" Song Huaichen laughed, "In such a cramped and greasy environment, you can actually see the grandeur? Admiration."

"I still have the ability to see the big from the small. The word 'handle with ease' can fully explain the difficulty of cooking. Brother Song, you can support an entire kitchen by yourself. Isn't it spectacular?" Lu Tingyun suddenly had a guess, " Brother Song, are you practicing this way?"

Song Huaichen folded his sleeves and watched the wooden figures busy in the kitchen: "Huang Yaoshi said that I was making myself suffer, but you said that I was practicing. I like your way of speaking better."

"My goal is to find time to cook a dish for myself while the puppet is busy, but I still can't get my mind off it yet."

"The dishes you eat?"

"Simple stir-fried seasonal vegetables, more complex Dongpo meat, and Buddha jumping over the wall." Song Huaichen said with a smile, pulling the thread of spiritual power, and made the puppet make a gesture, "You haven't eaten it, have you?"

Lu Tingyun took advantage of the situation and smiled, "I don't know if I have this kind of luck?"

"When I can free my hand, your blessing will arrive."

"Then I'll wait, Brother Song, don't forget."

Song Huaichen glanced at Lu Tingyun, who was standing neatly outside the threshold of the kitchen, a place not touched by the spiritual power network.

Lu Tingyun was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other, and the exchange of eyes seemed to exchange something unusual.

The water on the stove boiled, and the rolled dough was put on the steamer, the fragrance gradually wafted out, and the sky was bright.

Huang Yaoshi woke up from the trance, walked into the kitchen by the edge of the spiritual power network, and took away the breakfast that Song Huaichen had prepared for him, pickles, edamame, white porridge, and two flatbreads, one salty and one sweet.

Huang Yaoshi walked out of the kitchen crookedly with a tray - he nimbly avoided the spirit power lines like a group of demons dancing wildly, and greeted Lu Tingyun: "Come, let's eat together."

The contents of the tray have doubled today, and he knows what that means.

Huang Yaoshi didn't express surprise at Lu Tingyun's exit, nor did he say congratulations, but just greeted him to eat together as usual,

Naturally, it seems that Lu Tingyun has never retreated.

Huang Yaoshi behaved naturally, and so did Lu Tingyun, he agreed and said hello, and sat face to face with Huang Yaoshi on both sides of the short table where Song Huaichen drank tea in the middle of the night, and each of them ate a bowl of porridge.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the sword on the roof flew down. He leaned across the window sill and stopped moving.

Huang Yaoshi looked at the sword, raised his voice and asked Song Huaichen, "Do you want to get to know each other?"

The one who answered him was a puppet thrown by Song Huaichen, and the people in the kitchen shouted from afar: "Yunzhi, go in."

There was a flash of light on the sword, as if he was losing his temper, and then a ray of light flew out and fell into the puppet on the table.

The spirit entered her body, and the rough-carved puppet had clear eyes, mouth and nose. She moved stiffly, quickly adapted to her body, and immediately ran to the field in the backyard where green shoots had grown and sat cross-legged.

The leaf buds swayed between breaths and breaths, and the puppet and Lingzhi were entangled with each other, forming a seamless one.

Huang Yaoshi took a bite of the pie: "It seems that she doesn't want to get to know you."

"I know what she is. Brother Song told me, Ganoderma lucidum essence." Lu Tingyun subconsciously excused himself and Yunzhi, "Most grass and tree elves are shy and afraid of people."

Huang Yaoshi responded vaguely. He mentioned Yunzhi in the sword, but he just reminded Song Huaichen not to forget that Lu Tingyun didn't know the special nature of this sword, and he didn't mean to learn from the sword. He heard Lu Tingyun say that Song Huaichen had already mentioned When I arrived, I was relieved and said no more.

The work in the kitchen came to an end, the puppets stood back to the wall one by one, Song Huaichen put up their tricks, and guests came to the door not long after.

"The old three."

The front and back doors of the room were wide open, and the monk had extraordinary hearing. Lu Tingyun, who was sitting at the back, heard the voice of the visitor clearly, and thought it was familiar, so he poked his head to look.

It was a person who was hard to forget, and he was not too hot in summer, wearing a black cloak, he was pale and thin.

It's Di Rongshan.

Lu Tingyun put down his chopsticks.

He heard Di Rongshan and Song Huaichen talking: "Are you still not accepting diners to eat in the restaurant today?"

Song Huaichen's cool voice sounded: "The shop is too small, there is really no room for it, I only sell packaged goods."

"I've heard this answer ten times, Song Daoyou, you really don't plan to change it?"

Song Huaichen didn't answer.

"Then I asked you to go catch the Flower Picker together today. Did you get the same answer as before?"

"It's not the same." Song Huaichen replied, "Lu Tingyun has left the customs, I plan to rely on him to sneak into the interior of the eight major sects to watch the show."

"Fellow Daoist Di, if you are interested, I will help you and ask him if he can bring more people."

"Of course I'm interested." Di Rongshan replied without hesitation, "I have no family or sect. Although I am a Nascent Soul, the eight major sects don't buy my account at all. It is my wish to have the opportunity to get close to them."

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Lu Tingyun's mood was ups and downs. He took a mouthful of porridge: "Shameless."

Huang Yaoshi was a little puzzled: "Are you talking about Di Rongshan who hit the snake with a stick... or Song Huaichen who made decisions without authorization?"