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After Ye Qiutang finished writing, he looked at Daoist Qingxuan, "Daoist, how do you interpret the word Qiu?"

Daoist Qingxuan leisurely stroked his almost silver beard, "Which aspect do you want to hear about?"

"Career." After a pause, he said again: "Since the Taoist priest said that I am a red luan star, can you explain my feelings to me by the way?"

"Yes!" Daoist Qingxuan looked at the handwriting on the table, "Autumn is also a good harvest. If you write the word "Autumn" at the end of spring, it will sprout in spring. If you take good care of it, it will bear fruit in autumn."

Ye Qiutang: "..."

Daoist Qingxuan went on to say: "The career you want to ask about is like a seed just planted in spring. Now it is going through the stage of breaking out of the ground. It may be a little difficult, but there is a fire character on the right of the word Autumn, which indicates that the little friend Friends’ careers will be prosperous from summer to full harvest in autumn.”

The words are too mysterious, Ye Qiutang is confused, and he can roughly understand that the business will gradually improve in summer, and the business of the inn will become stable or even prosperous in autumn?

But the key is what is the opportunity for Xia Tian Inn's business to improve?summer vacation?Student party outing?

Ye Qiutang could only understand it this way, but what happened to Qiutang?Spring and autumn are indeed suitable for traveling, but the business of his inn in spring is not very good, so it is difficult to say in autumn.

Thinking about it, he also asked.

Daoist Qingxuan: "The secrets of the heavens must not be revealed. Everything happens by chance. Why do you have to ask the bottom line like this? Everything has a destiny."

Ye Qiutang: "..."

He is probably an ordinary person who does not understand such a profound question as metaphysics.

I don't know if Feng Haixuan can tell fortunes or not.

Imagine a young and tall little Taoist priest, carrying a small bag down the mountain, and then went to set up a stall under the overpass to tell fortunes... It seems that there is a bit of a weird cuteness, what's going on?

"Ahem." Daoist Qingxuan saw him distracted, and asked, "About karma, do you still want to listen?"

Ye Qiutang was stunned for a moment, and a vague figure with a height of 1.9 meters and wearing a Taoist robe flashed across his mind.

He was only interested in Feng Haixuan at the beginning, after all, not everyone has the experience of being connected because of a cabinet, not to mention his voice is su, and the cooking is delicious.

After getting in touch with him gradually, the more he found that the other party was outstanding. Even though Feng Haixuan had never seen the world, didn't understand many things, and hadn't even gone to school seriously, the ink in his belly was comparable to that of a heavy-duty graduate like him. Much thicker.

Now when it comes to marriage, he can't help feeling some anticipation, is it possible for him and Feng Haixuan?

"Taoist priest, tell me first?" Ye Qiutang suppressed the expectation in his heart, and looked at Taoist priest Qingxuan calmly.

"Perhaps, my friend's right fate has already appeared." Daoist Qingxuan said, "And like your career, it also appeared in spring, and there will be a result in autumn."

Right?Ye Qiutang doesn't really believe this statement, but can the matter of spring planting and autumn harvest be used to explain marriage gratitude?

Daoist Qingxuan went on to say: "Autumn means a good harvest, but my little friend wrote this autumn character on the table with water. Autumn originally also meant parting, just like the autumn character on the table. Fate is fleeting.”

After finishing speaking, Daoist Qingxuan quickly wiped the words on the table.

Ye Qiutang was silent for a moment, "Thank you, Daoist Qingxuan, is there anything else?"

Although he still didn't quite understand, maybe the authorities were confused?

And his consistent thinking is to live in the present, let nature take its course, and wait until autumn to think about things in autumn.

Daoist Qingxuan nodded, "I have a predestined relationship with my little friend, so I might as well mention a few more words about my little friend. If my little friend has a good result with this current opportunity, I will be destined to have no children, but my life will be happy and healthy, so I might as well Think about it."

Ye Qiutang suddenly raised his head, did he hit childless?

Strictly speaking, he is not a complete homosexual, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that he is gay.

If he is with Feng Haixuan in the future, it is indeed impossible to have a child.

Ye Qiutang originally wanted to ask something more, but he saw Daoist Qingxuan yawned indistinctly, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, and the previous image of a master was gone.

Ye Qiutang: "..."

Xiao Tian also heard it in a cloud, and now he saw Daoist Qingxuan yawning, "Let's go, I'll take you to rest, I'll talk about things tomorrow, you can't stay up late at this age anymore."

Daoist Qingxuan nodded, and said to Layman Qian: "Little Qian, you can arrange a place for this little friend, just my senior brother's yard will do."

Layman Qian was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

It was already midnight, and Ye Qiutang had no intention of going down the mountain to go home, so he followed Lay Qian Qian around the temple and came to a separate small courtyard.

This small yard is not big, but it is clean. It seems that someone often comes to take care of it. As well as the plants and trees, it can be seen how fresh and elegant the owner of this yard is.

Daoist Qingxuan said it was his senior brother's yard, and Daoist Qingxuan is so old, so his senior brother...

Ye Qiutang shook his head, birth, old age, sickness and death are just the way to go in life.

"It's too late, my little friend should go to bed earlier." After finishing speaking, Jushi Qian added: "This courtyard was originally built by a very important person of Daoist Qingxuan, please take good care of it, little friend."

Layman Qian really couldn't understand why Daoist Qingxuan was so enthusiastic when he saw this young man for the first time, and let him live in this small courtyard.

You know, he has been with Daoist Qingxuan for nearly ten years, and he usually doesn't let others come here except for cleaning.

Perhaps this young man really has a relationship with Taoism!

Ye Qiutang made a sincere promise.

Originally, he just slept through the night, and he didn't have the habit of touching other people's things.

There are a total of three rooms in this small yard, a bathroom, a small kitchen, and a big room that is the bedroom and the study.

Ye Qiutang washed up casually before entering the bedroom.

The bedroom is very clean, as if it is cleaned on time every day, the quilt on the bed is also clean, and you can still feel the smell of the sun when you cover it.

It's not like a place where no one lives at all, it's more like someone is expecting the owner of this house to come back.

Ye Qiutang tilted his head, he didn't know why he had such a strange guess.

Shaking his head, he lay on the bed and checked his phone for a while.

Feng Haixuan hasn't responded to the message until now, maybe the Taoist temple has lost power again.

Regarding the solar generator, he has to put it on the agenda quickly. It is inconvenient to buy online, and he can’t see the real size. He is worried that the cabinet will not fit after buying it, so he has to go to the physical store to measure it... Thinking about it With that, he fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly heard a strange sound of "chao dong dong dong..." in his sleep.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and through the window, he found that the kitchen light was on.

Ye Qiutang woke up immediately. This barren mountain and wild ridge is sparsely populated. Could it be that little thieves have entered?

When he went up the mountain, he heard from Xiaotian that there were not many Taoist priests in this Taoist temple. After all, there are not many young people who are willing to be Taoist priests.

So he only saw Layman Qian and Daoist Qingxuan since he entered the meditation. It's two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, who would come to this small courtyard?

Ye Qiutang didn't dare to delay, taking advantage of the moonlight, he casually took a handy object on the bedside table as a weapon, and opened the door lightly, ready to find out.

The closer you get, the clearer the sound of "嘿咚咚咚咚..." is, and it is very rhythmic, like... chopping vegetables? ? ? ?

Ye Qiutang walked out of the small kitchen window and peeked furtively.

result......

I saw a silver-haired old Taoist priest with fried hair on his head standing in a smoky country earthen kitchen.

The old Taoist priest was chopping shallots with a kitchen knife at the moment. He raised and lowered the knife with clean movements, not at all like an old man.

Ye Qiutang: "??????"

What kind of magical god unfolding is this?

Didn't Daoist Qingxuan rest?Come to this yard at night...why?Do you practice knife skills?Or sleepwalking?

"Damn!" Ye Qiutang couldn't hold back!

The sound of chopping shallots didn't stop, and Daoist Qingxuan didn't turn his head, and asked, "Did you wake up the little friend and disturb the little friend's rest?"

After being discovered, Ye Qiutang went into the kitchen and asked puzzledly, "Master, what are you doing here? Do you need my help?"

Daoist Qingxuan was also polite, "Then help me see if the water in the pot is boiling. If the water is boiling, put the noodles in. If you want to eat, you can add more. I will make noodles with scallion oil."

Ye Qiutang: "..."

Dare your boss come here in the middle of the night just to eat?

Speaking of noodles with scallion oil, Ye Qiutang smacked his mouth, feeling a little hungry.

Put down whatever you're about to use as a weapon...wait! ! !

Golden nanmu?

Why do things that he hasn't seen in the past twenty years keep coming to him recently?

This piece of golden nanmu is just a piece of rough, without any carving, just put it on the bedside table. The person in charge of cleaning here doesn't know how to clean it up. If it is lost, it will be money.

Ye Qiutang didn't think about it any further, he put the log in a clean place, lifted the lid of the pot and helped the old Taoist under it.

"Are these enough?" Ye Qiutang casually picked up a handful of dried noodles.

Daoist Qingxuan glanced, "Just this little noodles, who are you looking down on? I don't have enough for one person, so you can order more."

Ye Qiutang choked speechlessly, honestly, forget about eating in the middle of the night, and eating so much, won't he suffer from indigestion?Is this appropriate?

Daoist Qingxuan seemed to have heard his heartfelt voice, "Old man, I have lived for more than 100 years, and I don't know how many years I can live. I eat it while I can. Don't worry about it like a small coin." Not allowed to eat."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sneaked here to get food in the middle of the night.

After a pause, he murmured again: "If you can't eat something, it's so pitiful."

Ye Qiutang: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be shocked by Daoist Qingxuan's age of more than 100 years, or to be shocked that Daoist Qingxuan was still a foodie.

After the noodles were poured into the pot, Ye Qiutang consciously sat in front of the stove to light the fire.

Ye Qiutang numbly watched Qing Xuandao cut up a whole bowl of shallots, and then took out two bowls, one big and one small.

More directly, the big one should not be called a bowl, and it is obviously more appropriate to describe it as a basin.

The cook, the soul of the cook, does the cook have to use a pot to eat?

'Zi la~! "Hot oil is poured on the chopped green onions, and the aroma is fragrant for ten miles.

"Hurry up and eat, the noodles won't taste good if they are lumpy." Daoist Qingxuan trembled while holding the basin~.

Ye Qiutang suddenly felt that if this old Taoist priest hadn't been a Taoist priest, but instead had become a food broadcaster, specializing in the performance of eating noodle dishes, he would be pretty good at it.

As for himself, this small bowl of noodles was eaten cleanly.

"It's delicious." Qing Xuandao's mouth was full of oil, "This is what my brother taught me to do when I was young, and I just watched him do it once, and I learned it."

As he grows older, he always loves to cherish the memory of the past. Judging from this courtyard, it can be seen that Daoist Qingxuan misses that so-called senior brother very much.

Ye Qiutang nodded, did not comment, changed the topic and said, "Put the bowl away after eating, I'll wash it up tomorrow morning, and I'll take you back to rest."

Daoist Qingxuan gave him a playful look.

Those eyes seemed to see through everything, and they expressed brightly: Don't you like washing dishes?

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