Honghuang on the tip of the tongue

Rong Ze returned to the Wufu Posthouse only after the last ray of light dissipated from the sky.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Fei Yi's loud voice from far to near: "Aze, where have you been and why did you come back?"

Rong Ze lazily replied "Go out for a stroll", and subconsciously glanced at the deck chairs in the courtyard. The old man went somewhere, leaving only an empty rocking chair behind.

Fei Yi quickly appeared in front of him, seeing that he was depressed, he frowned: "Who messed with you?"

Rong Ze shook his head, instead of answering the question, he asked, "Do you know where the kitchen is?"

"The kitchen is here, I'll take you there." The old man appeared out of nowhere, his eyebrows and eyes looked a bit mysterious in the dark night.

Rong Ze nodded: "Thank you."

Fei Yi scratched the back of his head, and hurriedly chased after him: "Aze, wait for me!"

The kitchen is in the backyard of the post house, and it is not as dilapidated as imagined, at least the tiles on the roof are still intact.

Pushing open the wooden door, moonlight streamed from the window, sprinkling a clear glow all over the place.

After lighting the lamp, the kitchen became much brighter, and the interior view was unobstructed: a wood-fired stove with several pots on it, and there was residual black ash in the stove.

Rong Ze's eyes swept somewhere, and he said "Huh", and his tone was a little surprised: "Is there an oven here? Can it be used?"

I saw a half-person-high cylindrical tin oven in the corner. It hadn't been used for an unknown period of time, and it was covered with dust.

The old man shrugged: "Use it if you want. Anyway, since the old cook left, no one knows how to use this thing."

Fei Yi couldn't help talking: "Go? Where are you going?"

"Where else can I go? Isn't it to go to the temple to cook for others?" The old man sneered, "This job is very lucrative. How can our post house compare?"

Another temple.

Rong Ze frowned, his eyes were clouded.

"Aze, what do you want to do?" Fei Yi didn't pay attention to the depression between his brows, and swallowed hard, "I really want to eat that Liangpi again."

"I'm going to make—" Rong Ze glanced at the dusty oven, and changed his mind instantly, "Light cake, I want to make light cake."

***

"In a certain dynasty, there were thieves at sea, and a brave general led his soldiers to quell the chaos. During the march, because of the nervousness of the march, it was inconvenient to cook, so the general ordered to bake a palm-sized round cake with a hole in the middle. In order to pass through the rope and hang it around the neck of the soldiers, it is very convenient to eat it when they are hungry. In order to commemorate the general, later generations named this small cake with the word "light" in his name."

While kneading the dough, Rong Ze explained the origin of the light cake to Fei Yi.

Fei Yi nodded half-understanding, and asked: "Then Aze made these for eating on the way?"

Rong Ze divided the awakened dough into small balls, kneaded them into palm-sized round cakes, and then drilled a round hole in the center of the cake base with a tool.

He shook his head and said, "These are for others."

Fei Yi was confused: "To whom?"

Under the candlelight, two groups of warm red flames danced in Rong Ze's eyes, his lips moved, and he slowly uttered two words: "Victims."

What he saw today made him unable to remain untouched, so he made up his mind that the West taught him not to be a human being, so he came to relieve the disaster!

Originally, he planned to steam steamed buns, but changed his mind when he saw the oven: light cakes are small in size, heavy in weight, easy to store and transport, and are perfect for filling the stomach.

After the oven is preheated, paste the cake embryos sprinkled with sesame seeds one by one inside.Bake for more than a quarter of an hour, until the cake is golden, and then it can be out of the oven.

Fei Yi was not afraid of the heat, so he couldn't wait to fetch one and opened his mouth to bite.

Freshly baked light cakes are crispy on the outside, soft on the inside and rich in layers.

Rong Ze made two flavors of Guangbing, the salty and crispy, and the sweet and light, but no matter which flavor it is, the taste is not strong, so that the fragrance of the noodle itself is more prominent.

"This pancake is good!" Over there, the old man saw Guangbing's appearance, and his eyes lit up. "If all the soldiers carry such a bunch of pancakes, it will save a lot of effort."

Rong Ze glanced at him and said meaningfully: "Old man, you and that general have a common language."

"Cough," the old man cleared his throat, and changed the subject, "Young man, when are you going to give out cakes?"

Rong Ze said: "It's not too late, it's tomorrow."

***Rong Ze led the disciples of Chanjiao to work all night, and finally made several baskets of light cakes before dawn, and strung them into a string with hemp rope.

Breakfast is also light cakes, but there are a few more tricks——

Cut the pancake in half and eat the meat inside.The slightly dry noodle cake is served with pork belly and pickles, and the golden red oil seeps into the cake, which is fat but not greasy, and the taste is excellent.

Fried Guangbing is also very popular. The crispy Guangbing is brushed with sauce, and when you bite it, it makes a crunchy sound, less chewy, but more crispy.

Everyone ate to their heart's content, and then happily picked up the poles, with baskets tied to the front and rear ends, filled with light cakes, and went to the street.

"Big brother." At the gate of the post house, the little girl from yesterday waved timidly at Rong Ze.

Her hair was loose, and her face was much cleaner than before.

Rong Ze smiled and picked her up, and stuffed a light pancake sandwich into her hand.

The girl's eyes widened, disbelief was written on her face, and her breathing eased a bit.

"Let's eat." Rong Ze smiled.

The girl's eyes turned red, and she began to nibble on the cake.

She forgot how long she hadn't eaten meat.

Seeing that the girl ate half of the cake and stopped eating, but carefully wrapped the cake, Rong Ze was puzzled: "Are you full?"

The girl bit her lip, shook her head lightly, and said in a weak voice, "I want to take it home for my grandma to eat."

Rong Ze was silent, touched her head for a moment, and sighed: "Good boy."

Fei Yi had already learned from Rong Ze what the Western Church had done in the Republic of Yu, and seeing the pitiful girl, he couldn't help being filled with righteous indignation: "The king of the Republic of Yu is really not a thing, the people under his rule have become like this, and he still allows the Western Church to Playing around."

"Who told the Western religion to have real abilities?" A cool voice interjected, "If you don't believe in them, you can only wait for the berserk beast to come to you."

The voice was so familiar, it turned out to be the old man in the post house.

Now his deafness seems to be healed again.

Fei Yi is dumb: Yes, although the Western Cult is insatiable, but they did drive away the berserk beasts for the feather people.To put it cold-bloodedly, they are exchanging one thing for another, exchanging money for life safety.

"Despicable, shameless!" He had no choice but to comment.

Rong Ze frowned tightly and remained silent for a long time.

"Aze?" Fei Yi poked him, signaling him to keep up with the large army ahead.

"It's okay." Rong Ze came to his senses and forced out a faint smile to hide the confusion in his eyes.

He was reminded by the old man just now, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Obviously Yumin has been guarded by heavy soldiers all the time, but why do berserk beasts still appear in the city every now and then?Where did they come from?

Under the guidance of the little girl, everyone came to a place where it was said that there were many homeless wanderers.Their light cakes were so popular that they were all given out in no time.

Although the beggar who often walks the streets and alleys is inconspicuous, he is extremely well-informed.From their mouths, Rong Ze learned that there seemed to be a major incident in the palace these two days. Many high-ranking members of the Western religion were summoned to the palace, including the venerable Western religion named Zang Ye.

"Zang Ye is the grandson of the old man Zhun Ti." It is said that the person who knows you best is often your enemy, and Fei Yi profoundly explained this truth.

Although the saints who received Zhunti came reluctantly, their strength should not be underestimated. As the third generation of direct disciples of the Western Sect, Zangye can be regarded as a figure.

Being able to invite him to go, it seems that something serious happened to the palace.

***

Right now, the palace is almost in chaos.

In the Luoying Palace where the king's only daughter, Princess Yuying, lived, servants and medical officials came in and out, and there was a seemingly invisible singing sound in the air. It was the monks of the Western religion singing the "Great Mercy Sutra".

"Master, what's the matter?" Seeing the man with long brows and kind eyes and earlobe reaching shoulders appeared, the king who was anxiously waiting outside the palace rushed up to meet him, his tone trembling slightly, his eyes full of longing.

The man clasped his hands together and stood in front of his chest, said the sentence, and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the poor monk has used the "Great Mercy Sutra" to suppress the madness in the princess's body, and after three to five days, she will be cured. "

"That's good, that's good." The king let out a long breath, turned his worries into joy, and made a big promise on the spot, "After the princess's madness is cured, I will build five more for the Western Church... no , ten temples!" "Your Majesty, my mission is to save all sentient beings. Saving the princess is not for fame and fortune, but to save the world from suffering." Zang Ye's eyes were compassionate.

"Yes, what the master said is very true." The king smiled complacently.

While speaking, there was a sudden commotion, and someone outside said that something urgent was to be reported to the king.

"What's going on?" The king's face sank, and he scolded, "I don't know if the princess needs to rest?"

Soon, a palace guard hurried over and whispered something in the king's ear. The latter's expression changed, and he subconsciously glanced at Zang Ye.

Zang Ye's smile remained the same, but there was more meaning in his eyes. He took the initiative to say: "Your Majesty, if you encounter difficulties, you might as well speak up. Maybe the poor monk can share your worries."

"This..." the king hesitated.

The queen couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, what happened?"

The king's eyes flickered, and he gasped, "A few people came from outside the palace and said they could cure the princess's madness immediately."

***

Half an hour ago, Rong Ze learned from the beggars that something serious happened to the palace, and even the Venerable Tibetan Leaf of the Western religion was invited into the palace.

So he boldly speculated that perhaps an important person in the palace had become mad, or according to the local saying, "had a madness".

The king of the Yumin Kingdom has only one daughter, and the Wang Guo couple regards it as a treasure, and Jiao Didi is raised in the palace. It is probably this Princess Yuying who caused the accident.

Rong Ze was thinking about what reason he should use to meet the king, so as to answer all the doubts in his heart, and now is a good opportunity, so he decided to take a gamble.

The hasty footsteps moved from far to near, and soon, the guard who entered the palace to report appeared in the field of vision.

Seeing his expression, Rong Ze knew that he had made the right bet.

Having seen the resplendent and magnificent palaces of the Yanhuo Kingdom, and then looking at the red walls and blue tiles of the Yumin King's Palace, I feel that the aesthetics are normal, even a little plain.

Rong Ze was feeling emotional, but when he walked through the imperial garden, a tall tower made of gold suddenly appeared in front of him. The tower was triangular in shape and nine stories high. Shines brightly in the sun.

Rong Ze: "..."

"Is this where the king lives?" Fei Wing asked.

The palace man who led the way was respectful to them and said, "This is Batu Tower, which is used to enshrine the statues of Western gods."

"Then your king is really pious." Fei Yi's tone was a bit sour, he thought, why didn't anyone use gold to build temples for the gods of teaching.

Rong Ze couldn't help but look at the nine-story pagoda.

While speaking, everyone came to Luo Ying Hall, Rong Ze saw the man in cassock and golden crown next to the Wang Guo couple at a glance.

Fei Yi whispered in his ear, "Why is that guy Zang Ye here?"

Rong Ze patted the back of his hand.

The reason why Zang Ye stayed was because he was curious about the person who boasted that he could cure the princess's madness. He never expected that he would meet someone who explained the teaching here, his eyelids twitched, and he was secretly startled.

Historical experience told him that if he met someone from the three religions, nothing good would happen.

He quietly put his hand on the lotus pestle that his grandfather gave him, ready to fight at any time.

Rong Ze pushed the reluctant Fei Yi, but the latter had no choice but to go forward and report his family.

When the king and his wife heard that they were preachers, they looked at each other with panic flashing in their eyes.

Yu Minguo originally believed in Taoism, although it is not the same as the way of explaining religion, but his ancestors listened to Taoism together with Yuanshi in Zixiao Palace, and the Tao they comprehended has something in common, so they can be regarded as a family.

But this Western religion is different. In the past, Jieyin Zhunti betrayed the Taoist sect and established himself as a Western religion.

Although they converted to Western religion for the sake of the safety of the people, the king and his wife would inevitably feel a little guilty in the face of the children of Chanjiao.

Including Zang Ye, everyone thought that Chanjiao was visiting the teacher to inquire about crimes, but Fei Yi said that he heard that the princess was insane, and his younger brother happened to be proficient in medicine and was willing to treat the princess.

Wang Guo and his wife secretly exchanged glances.

Someone is willing to treat their daughter, of course they are willing, but...

Sensing the eyes of the king and his wife on him, Zang Ye sneered in his heart.

He thought, this teaching is really as annoying as what master and master described, and he wants to take credit from others, he will never let them succeed!

Zang Ye pretended to say: "My dear brother, you don't know something. The poor monk already has a countermeasure for the princess's illness, so I don't need to worry about it."

Fei Yi said carelessly: "What's the point? Can't we cure it together? One more plan, and one more chance of winning."

The king and his wife's eyes lit up, as if they were moved.

Zang Ye gritted her teeth, and said again: "But this princess's illness is not trivial, I'm afraid it will be cured with an unusual method."

The king and his wife nodded lightly: indeed, only Westerners can deal with this madness.

Fei Yi smiled but didn't smile: "Brother Xian, you haven't seen my junior brother perform medical skills, so you don't know it can't be cured? Besides, as far as I know, even if the madness is cured with the method of your teaching, it is easy to leave the whole body behind." The root of the disease, from now on, I can only calm down, if I am too emotional, I will rush to the heart, one can't fix it—"

He prolongs the ending on purpose.

Before they came, they deliberately asked the beggars what are the characteristics of this Western religion in treating diseases, and they really found some clues.

It is said that the Western religion can really cure madness, but after recovering from the illness, that person is half useless, he must not be excited, he must always maintain a calm state, otherwise he will be backlashed by anger.

Zang Ye choked in his throat.

That's right, the "Great Mercy Sutra" can't cure madness at all, it just suppresses the madness in my heart. In the future, I need to chant sutras every day and endure loneliness in order to be safe and smooth.

Of course, in order to avoid affecting the spread of Western religion, he deliberately concealed the side effects of this treatment, and it is not known where these people got these hidden things.

Rong Ze just smiled and said nothing.

Numerous martial arts novels have warned the same truth: never underestimate the power of beggars.

The king and his wife frowned slightly: they also heard about this sequelae occasionally, but they would rather let their daughter read the scriptures for a lifetime than losing their daughter.

But it sounds like these immortals from Chanjiao have a way to make their daughter heal completely?

Rong Ze saw that the king's heart had already been moved, so he touched Fei Yi, and the latter understood, and immediately said: "Does the king know Erbashen? Their madness was cured by my junior brother."

"Is this true?" The king was dubious.

"This is true, the general can testify." A voice as loud as a bell came, and General Yu Ting strode forward surrounded by the palace people.

"Aiqing, why are you here?" The king was surprised.

Yu Ting glanced past Rong Ze and his party, nodded slightly, then turned to the king, and said, "Your Majesty, the last general is here to report this matter."

In the end, he accidentally learned that the princess was suffering from madness. He wanted to introduce Rong Ze and his party to the king, but he didn't expect to meet here.

"Great, this is really fate!" The king was surprised and delighted, with Yu Ting as a guarantee, the balance in his heart was completely tilted towards explaining education.

The author has something to say: Yuanshi far away in heaven: Fate, who is destined to be with whom?

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There are several different theories about the origin of Guangbing. One of the legends is adopted here. The general is Qi Jiguang of Pingwo.