I became the pet of the Celestial Masters by cooking

Yunjin Temple is located on the top of Nanyun Mountain in the south of Yu'an City. Its area is not very large. There are five main halls in sequence behind the mountain gate. On the right side of the Taoist Temple is the living place of Taoists, and on the left side there are wing rooms for believers and tourists, but there are not many of them. .

Zhou Bo's tablet was enshrined in the ancestral hall to the south of the Taoist house, and Yin Qiyu and Wei Yuanwan's tablets were also placed here by Yin Tangfeng. Tong Shangyan worshiped one and worshiped two, and incidentally also offered incense to them.

When Yin Tangfeng was 12 years old, the Yin couple passed away unexpectedly. According to Yin Qiyu's last wish, he joined Zhou Bo's family and moved to Yunjinguan. He didn't move back to the house in Xiacheng District until he graduated from university.

After he moved away, Zhang Dongmu kept his room, and every time he came back, he still lived in the room where he grew up.

It's the Ching Ming holiday, and the guest rooms are full of people, and it's Tong Shangyan's first visit to Guanli. Zhang Dongmu worried that he wouldn't adapt to the strange environment, so he didn't arrange another room, and let him sleep directly with Yin Tangfeng .

Someone had already cleaned the room in advance, and the bedding was complete. The two of them put down their luggage, took a short rest, and it was lunch time.

Yin Tangfeng led Tong Shangyan all the way from the room to the Zhaitang, whenever he met a Taoist priest, he would pack his luggage to Yin Tangfeng and call "Master Uncle" until the two of them sat down in the Zhaitang, and the gray-haired one The Taoist priest specially came over to salute Yin Tangfeng.

The cooking of the chef in the Zhaitang was neither good nor bad. Zhang Dongmu didn’t come over for dinner, but asked a little Taoist priest to bring him some food to his room. He knew that he was hiding and eating fried crab with salted egg yolk.

Tong Shangyan looked around at the "professionals" wearing Taoist robes and scarves, and couldn't suppress his reverence any longer, and sighed: "Boss, you are so senior, everyone actually calls you Master uncle."

Yin Tangfeng curled his lips, his face a little impatient: "Do you think it's fun to be called Master Uncle by so many people?"

Tong Shangyan pursed his lips and snickered, chatting casually about the daily life of Taoist priests.

Yin Tangfeng picked it up and talked about it in general, but after Tong Shangyan asked the question "Do you only drink mountain spring water when drinking water", he really ran out of patience: "It is now the 21st century, and here is not isolated from the world. How people live is how they live here, understand?"

Tong Shangyan closed his mouth and nodded, full of questions, but dared not speak any more.

Yin Tangfeng was blind or not, but the young man in front of him was hesitant to speak, so he almost had "I still have questions but I don't dare to say" engraved on his forehead, so he had to put down his chopsticks, and asked him patiently, "You know so well?" What are you doing? Want to become a monk?"

Tong Shangyan quickly shook his head: "It's not that I don't dare to come out, I'm just thinking, if I live in the monastery all the time and practice with the Taoist masters, will I be able to develop a little cultivation?"

Yin Tangfeng held his breath in his chest. It turned out that this kid was still brooding over the things that he couldn't practice, so that happened to be...

"You Ruo, come here." Yin Tangfeng found a familiar young man among the young Taoist priests who were eating, and waved to him, "From this afternoon onwards, take the lay monk to practice, and he will follow you in whatever you do, and he will never fail. "

The young man with delicate features and a small mole on the corner of his lips glanced at Tong Shangyan, then at Yin Tangfeng, and replied with a smile: "Yes, uncle."

Yin Tangfeng nodded, and introduced the boy in front of Tong Shangyan: "This is Zhao Youruo, my senior brother's apprentice. Don't you want to practice? I'll give you a chance to learn from him."

Tong Shangyan originally thought that this time Yin Tangfeng would reject him again on the grounds that he was "not suitable for spiritual practice", but he was so reasonable and found a "little master" for him. The smile on his face could not bear it. Can't help: "Thank you boss, I will study hard!"

Zhang Dongmu's apprentice is 16 years old, he is a little shorter than Tong Shangyan, his body is not strong, he has a clean face, and he smiles with the youthful vigor of a young man.

Tong Shangyan didn't have a heart, and honestly told Zhao Youruo that he was not suitable for cultivation, but he wanted to practice stubbornly.

Zhao Youruo was a little distressed at first, not knowing which practice method was suitable for Tong Shangyan, but he had a quick mind and figured it out quickly. He taught Tong Shangyan a set of basic breathing and breathing techniques, and asked him to practice first, and said: " If you can't get anything out of this set, then it's really just like Master Yin said, it's really not suitable for cultivation."

At this time, Tong Shangyan was sitting cross-legged on the futon, reviewing the formula that Zhao Youruo had taught him just now, and asked quickly after hearing this: "What, what do you mean? What should you get out of practicing this?"

"Mana power." Zhao Youruo paused and explained, "This breathing method is used to mobilize the practitioner's own aura. Practicing breathing according to the mantra, suitable for cultivation, can feel the fluctuation of aura in his body. The longer it takes, the higher the ability to master the aura in one's body, and vice versa..."

"How about otherwise?" Tong Shangyan asked nervously.

Zhao Youruo said regretfully: "On the contrary, you won't feel anything, which means it's really not suitable for cultivation."

Tong Shangyan licked his lips, feeling flustered in his heart, but he still didn't give up: "Then, how long will it take to feel my spiritual power? I'm old and started late. Does it take more time?"

Zhao Youruo shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with age. If you are very talented, you can feel the spiritual energy in your body after one practice. If you haven’t felt it after three or five days, we usually persuade you to give up.”

Tong Shangyan swallowed subconsciously, and asked shamelessly, "Do you have mana? Spiritual energy travels through the veins... what does it feel like?"

"Everyone is different." Zhao Youruo replied tirelessly, "I don't have enough mana right now, and every time the aura moves, it feels like there are small beads sliding in my body; my senior brother started early, and his talent is higher than mine. According to him, every time the spiritual energy is invoked, it is like striking a match, pricking and bursting out.

The most powerful person in the temple should be Uncle Yin. According to the master, Uncle Yin's aura flows like flowing water, eloquent and endless, like the kind of patriarch who enjoys food. "

Having said that, Tong Shangyan's understanding of Yin Tangfeng's "very powerful" has reached a new level.

After Zhao Youruo taught him how to breathe, he was called by a senior brother to help in the kitchen. Tong Shangyan didn't regard himself as an outsider, and went with the two of them.

Because of the Qingming Festival, some devout people will stay in the temple for a few days to chant scriptures and pray for blessings. The Zhaitang has to take care of the diet of these people, and the workload is much more than usual.

Although the Taoist priests in the temple have a division of labor, there are not many of them, and they help each other when they are busy.

Tong Shangyan is good at kitchen matters. He originally followed Zhao Youruo to do chores, but later he exchanged cooking experience with the master in charge of the spoon. After chatting well, he directly made a vegetarian snack with the spoon in hand. Using local materials, he used yam and Pumpkin with eggs.

The yam and pumpkin are cut into small pieces and steamed in a pan, then taken out and mashed into a paste, during which time, an appropriate amount of sugar is added, eggs are added and stirred well, and finally poured into a plate and steamed in a pan, a nutritious and delicious quick-hand snack is completed.

The master of Yunjin Temple is a middle-aged man who is over fifty years old. He has cooked in the kitchen of the temple for several years. He comes and goes with only a few dishes, and occasionally there are new varieties, and the taste is the same.

Although practitioners don't pursue appetite, but when they suddenly meet Tong Shangyan's eclectic cooking and good taste, they can't help but praise this yam pumpkin chicken cake.

Through his efforts, the master master of the spoon seems to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du in cooking. Under Tong Shangyan's guidance, he installed several apps in his mobile phone, and threatened to study cooking online in the future, bringing the big guys. A different altar.

For dinner in the evening, Yin Tangfeng went to find Tong Shangyan ahead of time. At first he thought that he might be frowning because of his cultivation, but he didn't expect to be surrounded by his nephews and nephews in the dining hall like stars and moons, listening to him talk about Huaxia's three consecutive foodies: do you want to eat?how to eat?Is it tasty?

Yin Tangfeng: ...

The sorrows and joys of human beings are not clear, but the questions of foodies are basically the same.

Tong Shangyan didn't expect that he would become friends with the Taoist priests by using a pot of impromptu cakes, and he also heard a lot of "legends" about Yin Tangfeng's legacy.

It is said that Uncle Yin went out to catch ghosts with his father when he was eight years old, and he dealt with ten little ghosts by himself; When she was young, she was spotted by a female ghost, and regardless of the different ways of the ghost, she insisted on a private life with him; why is it said that Uncle Yin...

In short, it is said that there are many, but I don’t know if it is true or not. Probably this is the so-called-distance creates an eight-fold filter.

Seeing that Tong Shangyan was getting along with all his nephews and teachers happily, Yin Tangfeng confidently handed him over to Zhao Youruo. After dinner, he changed into sportswear, and before the sun set, he ran to the viewing platform on the back mountain to practice boxing.

Yu'an City has a long history and is surrounded by famous mountains and rivers. Among these mountains, Nanyun Mountain is definitely not famous. If it weren't for the Yunjin Temple on the top of the mountain, no one would care about it.

Go out from the east side gate of the Taoist temple and walk for about ten minutes along the mountain road to the viewing platform.

Standing on the viewing platform, with mountains and greenery under his feet, golden crows slanting west and tired birds returning to their nests behind him, Yin Tangfeng seems to have returned to his childhood. Every time he misses his parents, he comes here to practice the boxing skills his father taught him. thin sweat.

He felt comfortable in boxing practice, and the depression in his heart was gone. He put his hands in his pockets and was about to go back, but Zhang Dongmu walked up the stone steps with his hands behind his back, step by step.

Yin Tangfeng called him, and when he came up, the two brothers and sisters sat on the stone bench on the viewing platform together.

Zhang Dongmu has a straight temper, and he never twisted his words with his junior brother: "I heard that after sweeping your parents' graves, Mr. Wei went to the hospital feeling unwell, is he alright?"

Yin Tangfeng unscrewed the mineral water brought to him by Zhang Dongmu, took a sip, and said, "It's okay, I'm too sad, just calm down."

"The Wei family used this to chew your tongue behind your back again?" There was a big age gap between Yin Tangfeng and him. Ever since he was 12 and a half years old and lived in Yunjin Temple, Zhang Dongmu almost took care of him in daily life.

The school held parent meetings, signed the exam papers, the college entrance examination mobilization meeting, and the university delivered to the school gate...Everything was handled by Zhang Dongmu, and Yin Tangfeng...was almost the same as half of his sons, called brothers and sisters. Father and son.

Whoever's child hurts whoever's family, Zhang Dongmu looked at Qingxiu with few desires and was alone, but he didn't care about anything related to Yin Tangfeng.

For example, this time he suddenly came to live in Guanli ahead of time, Zhang Dongmu guessed that it was probably related to the Wei family, and after a little inquiring, it turned out to be true.

Mr. Wei personally went to the cemetery to sweep the graves of his daughter and son-in-law this year, but he passed away in the cemetery and was directly put into the hospital. Fate spoke his mouth, scolding badly behind his back.

The Wei family never cared whether Yin Tangfeng's fate would affect them, nor would they link the old man's fainting with Yin Tangfeng, but Yin Tangfeng cared. He was afraid that he would have an impact on those close to him, and he was afraid that he would be harmed. He loved his grandfather dearly, so he went home without waiting for Mr. Wei to wake up.

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Friends, it's time to explain seriously, all the settings in the article about Taoism, practice, mana, etc., are all made up by me!Don't believe it, it's just a brain hole that stretches to the horizon, but don't take it seriously!Fist.gif