I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 31 Maner, eat chicken!
It was already afternoon when we came down the mountain from Chongyang Palace the day before, so we stayed in the town that night.

Now we are returning to the mountain from Xianyang City much earlier than when we went down the mountain.

As they were riding horses, they arrived in the town again just after noon.

The group came to a place to rest, ordered a few pots of hot tea, and asked the servants to feed the horses so that they could continue their journey.

Guan Changhong knew that his son was stupid and dull, and was always taken care of by his sister Guan Shengnan. This was his first time going out.

Nowadays, beatings are the key to producing filial sons, not to mention that Guan Changhong is the chief escort of the Changhong Escort Agency. Even if he has any sympathy in his heart, he will not say it out loud.

"Eat."

Guan Changhong took out some of the pastries prepared by Guan Shengnan and handed them in through the curtain of the carriage.

Zhao Zhijing drank a sip of tea and watched Guan Changhong's actions, thinking that he should be more careful after returning to the mountain.

I've heard Guan Changhong mention this before, that Guan Man'er still needs someone to remind him about eating and sleeping. As someone who has volunteered to be his master, it's naturally my responsibility to do so.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of the group of disciples on the mountain.

These children, the oldest like Lu Qingdu is less than twenty years old, and the youngest like Yang Guo is just fourteen.

Practicing in the mountains every day is naturally hard, and there are no snacks or toys.

It is said that after a beating, a sweet date should be given. Zhao Zhijing waved the whip vigorously in his hand, so he should be given the sweet date.

"Captain Guan, fellow apprentices, I'm going to take a look around and will be back soon."

Guan Changhong saw this and asked, "Does Taoist Zhao need any help?"

Zhao Zhijing smiled and shook his head, "It's just a small matter. I am enough for one person."

After saying hello, Zhao Zhijing walked left to the intersection, turned a corner and disappeared from everyone's sight.

This town is the only way to Chongyang Palace. It is not big, but it is not small either. If you want to buy some sundries, you can always find it.

Zhao Zhijing looked along the street and saw two stalls in a row, one selling candied fruits and the other selling sesame candy and chestnuts.

There is also a snack shop at the back.

When going down the mountain, Zhao Zhijing had some silver on him. He immediately went over and bought some of each item, wrapped them in layers of paper and held them in his hands.

“Roast chicken!”

“Roast chicken fresh from the oven!”

There was someone hawking at the door of a tavern not far away. Zhao Zhijing heard the sound and looked over. It was the store he had discovered last time.

But at this time, he was wearing a Taoist robe, and Guan Changhong, Li Zhichang and others were waiting there, so he couldn't find an opportunity to take action.

The apprentices work hard, so isn’t it hard for me as their master too? Why can’t I get a sweet treat?

Hmm. Wait?

Man'er, Man'er, although you and I are not yet master and disciple in name, we are already master and disciple in reality.

You are strong and have powerful shoulders. I need your help to take the blame for something I have done.

"Hey, man, give me a roast chicken."

The clerk was about to be happy when he heard that there was business coming, but when he turned around and saw Zhao Zhijing in Taoist robes, he was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Zhijing looked like a hermit and asked naturally, "Why? You're not selling it?"

The clerk smiled and said, "For sale!"

"Just don't be surprised, Taoist priest. We are not far from Chongyang Taoist Temple on Mount Zhongnan. Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect do not eat meat."

They don't eat meat, but I don't eat vegetarian food. Why? Is it not okay? Zhao Zhijing put on a Taoist attitude and smiled casually, "I am a disciple of Quanzhen Sect."

The waiter had obviously never seen such a straightforward person, and he hesitated and said, "Master Dao, do you think the small one is for sale or not?"

"Don't joke around, little brother."

"Of course I have to abide by the rules of the Quanzhen Sect, but I just met a mother and son in the south of the town."

"The child was less than ten years old and kept shouting for chicken. His mother wore a cloth with a wooden hairpin, so it was obvious that her family was poor."

Zhao Zhijing lowered his eyes slightly, "I can't bear it, and I just happen to have some change in my hand, so I want to help you."

"If I just give the money to the mother, the child will definitely not be able to eat chicken, so I came to buy one and send it to her."

When the clerk heard this, he immediately gave a thumbs up and said, "Master Dao is so kind-hearted. The Bodhisattva will surely bless Master Dao!"

Zhao Zhijing thought to himself, since they are not from the same unit, it would be better not to bother them.

After paying the silver, the waiter picked up a big, fat roast chicken, wrapped it up, and handed it to me with both hands.

Zhao Zhijing turned around and left, and after many turns he came to a deserted place. After he opened the oil paper wrapping the roast chicken, the aroma filled his nose.

Didn’t you just say that the mother also wanted to have a few sips of wine?

But it was too late now. Zhao Zhijing broke off a chicken leg and repeated three times, "I am a righteous person and cannot tolerate meat."

The roast chicken was so soft and boneless that it melted in the mouth. It was fatty but not greasy. Zhao Zhijing had not tasted meat for three months, but he finished it in just a few bites.

Then he pulled off another chicken wing, ate it a little slower, and when he felt it was about right, he wrapped it in the oil paper again.

"Phew, it's stable, it's stable, the Taoist's heart is stable!"

Zhao Zhijing ate to his heart's content. He took a few breaths, waved his sleeves to wash away the smell on his body, and walked towards where everyone was resting.

It didn't take long for Guan Changhong and others to see him coming back with a few paper bags. They didn't know what he had done and looked at him inquiringly.

Zhao Zhijing ignored him, pretended to be thirsty and drank the tea in the bowl, then took out the package of roast chicken.

"Captain Escort, Man'er is still growing up, but after joining the Quanzhen Sect, he can no longer eat meat."

"So I went to buy a roast chicken, hoping to let him eat more before going up the mountain."

When Guan Changhong heard this, he felt ashamed and moved, and thought that Zhao Zhijing really took this relationship very seriously, otherwise he would never have taken such meticulous care of her.

"Thank you, Taoist Zhao. I really don't know what to say."

After explaining the matter, Zhao Zhijing personally came to the carriage with a roast chicken and gently called out, "Man'er, eat chicken."

Guan Man'er saw that the person who came was neither her father nor her sister. She looked at him carefully and said word by word: "You are Taoist Zhao. My sister asked me to listen to you."

"Yes, eat it while it's hot."

After delivering the roast chicken, everyone had rested enough and it was time to get on their horses again and continue their journey.

Qi Zhicheng glanced at the remaining paper packages in Zhao Zhijing's hand. The shape of the packaging looked like snacks or something like that. He wondered what they were for.

It's no wonder that he couldn't think of it. Nowadays, if a master doesn't beat or scold his disciples less, it is considered to be caring. How could Tiangang buy things for his disciples?

Another hour passed, and when the sun was just about to set in the west, we finally arrived at the foot of Mount Zhongnan.

The mountain road is difficult to travel on and horses cannot go up, which also serves as a natural barrier for Chongyang Palace to defend against large groups of troops.

Guan Changhong left two people from the escort agency to look after the horses, and asked the rest of the people to move the gifts from the carriage. Then he took Guan Man'er and walked along the mountain road with Zhao Zhijing and others to Chongyang Palace.

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