my God

Although Shenjun pretended not to care, Song Yan could tell that he was very interested in the so-called delicious food.

"You'll know if you try it!" Song Yan took out a bag of snacks, opened it and stuffed it into his hand.

Shenjun glanced into the bag and saw that there were pieces of dried meat, then looked at Song Yan, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Song Yan carefully asked: "Don't you like jerky?"

"Yang Qi."

"Oh, you don't have a dharma body!" Song Yan immediately remembered this, and rushed forward, "Come suck!"

Shenjun took a breath of Yang Qi from his mouth, gave him a little more, then reached out and took out a piece of dried meat and put it in his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Song Yan was used to exchanging yang qi with the gods, so he wiped his mouth and focused on the snacks.

"It's hard and has a strange smell!" Although Shenjun gave him a blank look, he continued to chew, "What kind of meat is this?"

"beef."

"Beef?" Shenjun was surprised, "Isn't the four disgusting and five pungent things taboo for you stinky Taoist priests?"

"It's not me," Song Yan replied with a smile, "You are not a Taoist priest, you can eat it! I just happened to meet when I was shopping. I thought it would be difficult for you to eat beef on the mountain, so I bought it for you to taste." taste!"

"En." Shenjun nodded slightly, as a compliment.

"Eat slowly, I'll cook, I'll call you when the meal is ready, let's eat together!" Song Yan walked towards the backyard with his things after speaking.

After returning to the house, he was not in a hurry to cook, but went to the bathroom to take a shower first.

During the few days he lived in Fuxingguan, the conditions were not good. He wanted to take a bath and he had to sneak to the water source to solve it.

After washing his long hair and scrubbing his body clean, he looked at his back in the mirror. Sure enough, not only did the wound heal, but there was no scar left.He looked at his left hand again, and the burn was completely healed.

The god should have healed him with his own blood.Song Yan remembered the faint taste of rust in his mouth when he woke up in the morning.

He doesn't even have a dharma body, although he is strong, he can't hold on for too long, and he has used his precious blood to help him again and again... Song Yan couldn't help but sighed secretly, blaming himself for being useless, and thanking the god for his kindness .

He came out of the shower, worked for a while, and finally finished the meal, then ran to the door and shouted to the front yard: "Shenjun, eat!"

A gust of wind swept by, and after the wind stopped, Shenjun appeared at the door.

Song Yan immediately pulled him into the room, pointed to the food on the kang table and said, "I'm not good at cooking, so you can make do with it!"

After Shenjun imitated him and sat cross-legged on the kang, Song Yan couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong?" Shen Jun was puzzled.

"It's nothing..." Song Yan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I just think that the Tukang doesn't match you, and it makes you stained with mortal dust in an instant..."

While talking, Song Yan couldn't laugh anymore, and even sighed, which made the god who wanted to get angry lose his temper in an instant.

"When I become famous in the future, I will build you a more dignified temple. At that time, there will be more incense and offerings. I guess you can return to the upper realm as soon as possible, and you don't have to stay on this mountain to suffer..." Song Yan looked at He said sincerely.

Shenjun didn't make a sound, just picked up chopsticks to pick up vegetables and eat.After taking a few mouthfuls, he said lightly: "The food is a bit salty."

Song Yan immediately took a sip, nodded and admitted: "Well, it is indeed a bit salty, I will definitely improve it next time!"

The two of them ate in silence, neither of them saying anything.

Shenjun didn't eat much, probably because he ate a bag of beef jerky, so he wasn't as edible as the last time he ate skewers.He put down his chopsticks and said "I'm full" before disappearing.

Song Yan ate the remaining half bowl of rice silently, but what he thought in his heart was: Did what he said just now stab the sore spot of Shenjun.

Without a dharma body, attached to an old tree, unable to leave this mountain, apart from immortality, there is no joy in being a god. This is the status quo of the gods.

He said he was born to be a god, so why did he end up in such a mess?

Song Yan swallowed the last mouthful of food, choked and stared, then went to the ground to pack up the dishes.

Then, meditate and practice, as usual.

***

Daoist Yang didn't come back for a few days. Song Yan not only meditated, but also cooked dinner with Shenjun.

The man with long hair reaching his waist and dressed in a Chinese robe, sitting cross-legged on the kang, had a special charm, which made Song Yan always want to laugh.

Shenjun just rolled his eyes at him, and naturally adapted to this environment, eating ordinary people's meals like ordinary people.

Seeing this, Song Yan felt a burst of emotion again, thinking that this is also very good. The two of them sat together and had a hot meal together like friends at night. It is a pity that this kind of life can only last for a few days. After the master comes back, Shenjun Definitely not showing up for dinner.So Song Yan tried his best to cook all kinds of delicious food for Shenjun in the past few days.

On August [-]th, Song Yan didn't know whether his master was out of customs, so he didn't dare to call him rashly, so he went directly to Yaowang Temple.

When he entered, he happened to meet Wang Yanjun walking out.

Wang Yanjun began to grow a beard, and the beard on his face grew a lot.Seeing him hurrying, Song Yan couldn't help asking: "Senior Brother Wang, where are you going?"

"You can't buy it at the pharmacy, so I'll go to the mountain to have a look!" Wang Yanjun said while walking, "I have to come back before dark, so I won't chat with you!" Turned across the street and disappeared.

Wang Yanjun actually wanted to go up the mountain to collect herbs?Song Yan couldn't help but startled.Then he sighed again, thinking, probably because of Cui Yu's relationship.

Cui Yu said, as a disciple of Medicine King Temple, how could he not know what herbs look like.

Song Yan walked into the Yaowang Temple, but did not see Master.Daoist Ji told him that Daoist Yang's injuries are almost healed, and he is now retreating to improve his mood and cultivation.

Song Yan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is he leaving soon?"

Daoist Ji didn't hide from him, nodded and said, "Indeed, so he has to take care of himself and make sure he is in the best condition before leaving."

"Do you know where he is going?" Song Yan asked.

Daoist Ji glanced at him, and then changed the topic very clearly: "I burned Cui Yu's bloody coat, but I set up a tablet for him, do you want to go and see it?"

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about Master, Song Yan also mentioned Cui Yu, so he nodded and decided to put incense on Cui Yu's tablet first.

Cui Yu's tablet is offered in the side hall, and he accepts offerings from his disciples together with the great masters who died in the temple in the past.

Other disciples did not receive this kind of treatment after death. Cui Yuyou was because he was brave. He not only sacrificed his life to save Wang Yanjun, but also dared to fight against monsters.

"I always thought that this child was timid and fearful, but unexpectedly, I was mistaken. He really is old!" Ji Dao let out a long sigh.

Song Yan lit three sticks of incense and inserted them into the incense burner, then bowed respectfully to the many memorial tablets above.

"The fire at Fuxing Temple has been on the news, and the Luotian Dajiao was forced to stop," Ji Daochang said after Song Yan stood up after worshiping, "No one was killed, and the temple was not burned down, that's good." He said Focus on reading the last two words.

"Those with evil intentions will be punished by heaven!" Song Yan looked at Cui Yu's ranking and said in a deep voice.

"There may be gods to help with demon affairs, and only human beings can take care of human affairs. It will take time to point to the retribution of heaven!" Daoist Ji gave him a meaningful look, his eyes full of praise.

Song Yan paid attention to one point, and asked, "Only people can take care of people's affairs? What if God takes care of it?"

"How does the god care? It's not about ordinary people. Luo Tian Dajiao offers 1000 or [-] gods!" Ji Daochang was taken aback as soon as he finished speaking, and then looked at Song Yan with a surprised expression.

"Oh." Song Yan nodded, and responded with a normal face.

Daoist Ji didn't point it out, he just sighed in his heart: This kid is really liked by that one, and he can help him with such things.

Song Yan stayed in Yaowang Temple for a long time, and left after lunch.

He went to the market to buy a lot of food. After all, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although he can't eat meat, he can buy some fresh fruits and pastries.

After buying things, he went back to the mountain temple.

***

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the reunion festival, and it is also the last day of the long holiday. It is estimated that no one will go up the mountain. After cleaning in the morning, Song Yan sent a few laymen home for the festival.

At noon, he made some meat for Shenjun, and he took a simple bite.In the evening, he didn't cook at all, and put the kang table directly on the wooden platform in the front yard, and then put on pastries, fruits, and the wine she made herself that Lay Chen brought in the morning.

As night fell, Song Yan called out to the big mulberry tree: "Shenjun, come and enjoy the moon!"

"What's so beautiful about the moon..." Shenjun muttered as he walked out of the tree.He glanced at the food on the table, then flipped up his clothes, and sat cross-legged on the pine table.

Well, I guess it's because I've always sat on the kang head and crossed my legs recently, and I'm used to crossing my legs.

"Come on, eat grapes, beauty refers to them, they are so sweet without seeds!" Song Yan was willing to spend money to buy things for the gods, and he bought whatever was good.

Shenjun waved at him, Song Yan immediately put his mouth on it, waited for him to finish sucking the yang energy and return the saliva, and then went to eat.

Song Yan sat across from him, like a dish, introduced him to various foods, and finally poured him a glass of wine.

"You can't enjoy the moon without wine, but today is fifteen, I can't drink it, you can drink it yourself!" Song Yan pushed the wine glass in front of him.

Shenjun didn't pay much attention to these things, so he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Is it good?" Song Yan couldn't help asking when he saw that he was drinking so happily.

"It's delicious." Shenjun didn't dislike him this time, and just nodded and praised.

Song Yan took the cup he finished drinking out of curiosity, then licked the remaining wine stains on the rim of the cup, his eyes lit up, and said, "Hey, it's really delicious! It's so sweet!"

They don't know that homemade wine is made by adding a lot of rock sugar, in order to drink very sweet wine before the rock sugar is completely fermented.Moreover, no water is used in the wine making, and the fermentation is entirely dependent on the pulp, juice and rock sugar of the grapes, so the concentration of the juice is particularly high, and the lips, tongue and teeth are often purple after drinking.

Song Yan looked at Shenjun slightly with purple lips, and couldn't help but want to laugh - long hair, purple lips, very similar to the big devil in the TV series.

Sensing his smile, Shenjun couldn't help but glanced at him and asked why he was smiling.

"Nothing." Song Yan quickly denied, "Are you still drinking?"

"drink."

Song Yan poured him another glass, and said, "Have some pastries, it's dinner."

The two were chatting while eating, and the big and round moon was already hanging high at this time, shining brightly on the earth.

The author has something to say:

Song Yan, what about cleanliness?Hey, I can't get tired of it (￢_￢)