Datang First Chef

Goushi Mountain has a long history, and it often appears in various travel notes. Tracing back to the source, the first written record appeared in "Shan Hai Jing".

There are 22 chapters in the "Shan Hai Jing", but over the years, a lot of them have been scattered, and now only [-] chapters are known, including five chapters of Shan Jing, four chapters of Overseas Classics, five chapters of Overseas Classics, four chapters of Dahuang Jing, and Gou's The mountain appeared in the "Dongshan Jing": it is five hundred miles south, and it is called the mountain of Goushi, with no vegetation and many gold and jade.The original water flows out, and flows eastward into Shaze.

"Shan Hai Jing" is a famous book, and it has a special status in the fantasy Tang Dynasty. Master Huizhi once taught Mo Wenyuan, but all the ghosts that appear in the Shan Hai Jing are real, and compared to absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon The little demon who became a spirit could exist shortly after Pangu opened up the world, and he has become an extraordinary demon king even now, with a long history, similar to gods and Buddhas.Therefore, treat them as legends and keep them at a respectful distance. If one day you meet the jackpot again, you should run away.

Taotie has been kicked out of the circle.

Mo Wenyuan has not only read "Shan Hai Jing", but also read it many times. He has a good memory and can recite after a long time, so he used the description in the Shan Hai Jing to ask the black sheep: "Is this mountain really able to produce gold and jade?" Halfway up the mountain, the scenery along the way is different from the description in the book. Compared with the lush mountains, the vegetation is indeed less, but it is not absent. On the contrary, Mo Wenyuan saw wild flowers of various colors, brightly colored, clustered together, very cute.

The middle black sheep: "Baa baa baa baa baa baa baa baa baa baa baa baa baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

If gold and jade could still be produced up to now, the mountain would have been hollowed out long ago.

Mo Wenyuan keenly grasped the word "now", and he said: "Could it be possible before?"

Zhong Hei Yang: After Pangu opened up the world, mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars came into being, and there are even rare treasures in the fairy mountains and rivers. In a certain place, there is enough spiritual power, even ordinary stones can be turned into jade, and gold and jade are only mediocre.

Mo Wenyuan was speechless after hearing this, thinking that the Great Tang Dynasty is just the Great Tang Dynasty, which is not scientific at all.

There are not many plants and trees in Goushi Mountain, but there are many small animals. They saw many animals along the way. White rabbits, squirrels, pheasants and wild ducks walked leisurely. Their eyes were bright and they were not afraid of people. Mo Wenyuan and the hare looked at each other , Seeing his ears stand up all of a sudden, and his hind legs digging the soil, he is quite cute.

Seeing the multitude of creatures, the monks put their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, immersed in the beautiful scenery here.

Mo Wenyuan whispered to Zhongheiyang: "Aren't you a divine beast? I think these birds and beasts are clever, but would they appear to greet you when no one is around?" When the old monk told him a story, he also mentioned that Qilin and other auspicious beasts are welcomed by all the beasts in the forest. Even the most ferocious tiger will feel the desire to protect it and bow its head obediently when it sees it.

There are also many animals in Chang'an City, but Mo Wenyuan looked at them and felt that they did not have the spiritual wisdom of the animals in Gou's Mountain. The latter may have absorbed too much spiritual energy, and had half a foot into the realm of cultivation, similar to humans.

Zhong Heiyang was disdainful again: "Baa baa baa baa baa baa!"

He said that he can control his aura freely, and even these animals can't feel his miraculousness when looking at him.Zhong Heiyang cursed again, if they knew, those who became or not on this mountain would have run away long ago.

Taotie is not an auspicious beast, but a fierce beast among fierce beasts!

……

The crane spirit concealed his figure, and watched the monks condescendingly. Mo Wenyuan, who was riding on the back of a goat, was particularly obvious.He is the youngest and the shortest in stature. He is the only one who walks with a sheep, and he is the only one with hair, which shines like a guiding light in the dark night among the monks.The Crane Spirit rubbed his chin slowly. He had been with the immortal for a long time, and he freely used the way of looking at people. The above points are all external things. Even ordinary spirits can tell them apart. I don't know if it is the air of Buddha, the air of immortality or the air of cooking.

The little goblin is like a frog sitting in a well watching the sky, staying in the comfortable Goushi Mountain all the year round, seeing few monks in the world, showing timidity first, hiding behind the crane spirit and saying: "My lord, there is a bald donkey!"

"There are a lot of bald donkeys!"

Crane Jing said: "It's just a bald donkey, what are you afraid of, wait for me to separate them and defeat them one by one." Incomparable.

Mist spewed out from the bottom of the valley, enveloping everyone, and the formation in the fog was changing all the time. Even Mo Wenyuan was dazzled after watching it, and felt like he didn't know what year it was.He was with Zhongheiyang, and other monks. It turned out that this crane spirit did not intend to do anything to other monks. He was born orthodox, and learned the method of the immortal family. It will be even more difficult, so I don't want to hurt the monk's life.

Crane Essence has only one purpose, to leave Mo Wenyuan to make sauerkraut.Hey, if Tao Tie knew what he was thinking, he would definitely feel that this ghost has never seen the world, and only asked Mr. Mo Xiaolang to make sauerkraut. He really has never eaten good food.

The goblins were stunned when they saw the big fight, and cheered frantically beside them: "Your Majesty is brave!" "Your Majesty is mighty!"

Crane shakes his big sleeves coquettishly, his sleeves are made of feathers, they are so beautiful and tight, he loves his handsome skin very much, and his big sleeves are his favorite part of the whole body: "It's not difficult, it's a trivial matter. "

Suddenly, the fog was broken by the golden light, and the situation took a turn for the worse. The golden light was more dazzling than the sun, which blinded the cranes. The clouds and mist lingering in the mountains were split into two. He was creepy.

The center of the formation was ruthlessly smashed, the jade stone was smashed to pieces, and the clanging sound seemed to be heard in the ears, the crane spirit shrank involuntarily, covering itself with wide sleeves.

What's more exciting is yet to come. The Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle exuding Buddha's light flew out of the gradually dissipating mist, and hit the crane with lightning speed. It fell to the ground, like a duck hanging from the eaves to dry, with two forked eyes.

The little monsters ran away screaming, no matter how miserable their new king was, although they didn't "fall down the wall and push everyone away", they could still be called "the macaques scattered when the tree fell".

The clear youthful voice came from behind, and they heard the reminder like a bull's head and a horse's face in their ears.

"Don't rush to run."

……

The monk provided hemp rope, and Mo Wenyuan tied the little monsters together in the way of tying chickens. Under the threat of the demon pestle, they were all tearful and trembling.When they return to their original form, they are all small animals such as voles and rabbits, and some of them are even grown from plants.Leggings for animals, roots for plants, a rope is enough.

As for the crane spirit, he hasn't woken up yet, the posture of the crane spirit is very elegant, but Mo Wenyuan and Zhong Heiyang are not the generation of pity, and there is no such thing as protecting rare animals in the Tang Dynasty, Mo Wenyuan thought about it for a while , Tied him in the same way as a young hen. The crane's legs are a little longer, but its body is similar to other birds.

Zhong Heiyang's negative test "baa baa baa baa baa baa baa baa baa!"

Hey hey hey hey, pluck the hair, wash it, it's ready to cook.

The crane spirit in a coma felt the threat from the top of the food chain, its whole body shook up and down, and its feathers exploded.

Mo Wenyuan: "What exactly do you want to do here?"

The goblins told what they knew like pouring beans: "It is said that Mo Xiaolang's meat is very delicious, very similar to Tang Sanzang."

"Eating can prolong life!"

"It is said that the cultivation base can be greatly increased!"

"He is a born Buddha."

Mo Wenyuan:? ? ?

what? !

"The new king heard that Mr. Mo Xiaolang was passing by Gou's Mountain, and wanted to eat Mr. Mo!"

"Actually, the king didn't seem to say that he wanted to eat it? He didn't even ask me to prepare the tripod and firewood."

"It must be eating, what else can you do if you don't eat? You can eat it alive without a cauldron and fire!"

From a few words, Mo Wenyuan and Zhong Heiyang pieced together the truth. Mo Wenyuan is famous for his delicious food. The monsters will come to eat him if they can’t eat Tang Sanzang. The Crane Spirit is the first to eat crabs. He died before leaving the teacher and was killed.

Mo Wenyuan had a headache. How did the rumors of the hell spread? He can rest easy if there is an enchantment in Chang'an City, but besides Chang'an City, don't you have to worry about it?Tang Seng is going to the west to learn scriptures, what is he, is he to take sugar from the west?

Taotie's fur was blown, and the soft wool seemed to be electrified by Pikachu with [-] volts, and the roots stood upright. From a distance, he looked like a big hedgehog that had swelled several times.

bold!There is a ghost who wants to eat Mr. Mo Xiaolang!Don't take him seriously!

Mr. Mo Xiaolang is his (cook)!

……

Xianhe finally woke up, he didn't even have time to be dazed, and just as his consciousness returned to the cage, he was trembling with murderous aura.

Lifting his slender neck with difficulty, he found that the source of the murderous aura was Zhong Hei Yang who was following Mo Wenyuan. His eyes were so fierce that he almost cried from fright.

Crane Essence: QAQ

Mo Wenyuan said: "I heard you want to eat me?"

The crane spirit with a strong desire to survive shook his head crazily: "How is it possible, how is it possible, I am one of the mounts of the Supreme Lord of the Heavenly Court. I have lived in the Heavenly Court since I was a child. Even when I descended to the mortal world, I have never been murdered. How could I want to eat you?" .”

Taishang Laojun's mount won't eat people?Mo Wenyuan thought of the mounts and pets of all kinds of gods on the Westward Journey, don't they all want to eat Tang Monk meat?Looking at the crane spirit, his eyes were full of distrust.

"Really, really, I just want someone to cook for me. It's the dishes in the jar of Taishang Laojun, which smell sour." He frantically defended himself, "You can find any crane and ask it. You know, all the ghosts in our Heavenly Court rely on Mr. Mo Xiaolang, and want to eat your cooking!"

Zhong Heiyang was furious: "Baa baa baa baa baa!"

Think beautiful!

Mo Wenyuan's focus could not help but be distorted: "You mean that the dishes I cook are very popular in heaven?" Before there was Guanyin Bodhisattva asking for enshrining, and later there was Monkey King somersaulting cloud express to deliver food, he had a preliminary understanding of immortals.

There are likely to be many foodies ambushing among them.

Bigu is fake and does not exist.

"Right, right and right, right and right and right! Very popular fairy, who can't go down, also entrusts the city and the prefectures to arrange for food to buy vegetables. The fairy really loves Mo Xiao Langjun's dishes."

"Me too, so eating Mr. Mo Xiaolang is absolutely impossible!"

Seeing his appearance, Mo Wenyuan was skeptical, and he couldn't judge whether his words were true or false, so the situation was very stalemate for a while.

"What to do." He turned to discuss with the monks.

Little Black Sheep: "Baa baa baa baa baa baa!"

Seeing that he is so big, it is better to roast it and eat it.After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the crane, and his mouth was drooling three thousand feet.

Xianhe, Xianhe was too scared to speak.

Mo Wenyuan wondered: "It's not good..." In his mind, the crane is a protected animal, and it does not belong to the scope of being eaten. Moreover, the other party is enlightened and can transform into a human being. Eating him is the same as eating a human being. , not to mention that the other party claimed to be Taishang Laojun's mount, if he really didn't, he would offend Taishang Laojun.

Xing Le has an idea: "Why don't you send it to the Pure Land Temple first, there are temples dedicated to gods and Buddhas in the temple, and you can go to the heavens to listen to my Buddha if you ask him sincerely. If he is really Laojun's mount, he should be taken back to heaven. If not, there is still a lesson from the past in the temple, please trouble Mr. Mo Xiaolang, just like Duhua Shuojing, to make him devote himself to the Buddha."

Duhua, when Mo Wenyuan heard this word, he knew it well, and the other party thought of his physical crossing of Shuojing again.

He has passed the embarrassing period of this matter, so he can accept it generously. Besides, the first time is born and the second time is familiar. As early as when he got the magic pestle, Mo Wenyuan guessed that he would be useful one day in the future, isn't it just physical transformation? ?He knows it.

"Then send it to the Pure Land Temple first."

They caught the crane spirit and many little monsters halfway up the mountain, and they had to go down the mountain. The monk went down the mountain, and Mo Wenyuan rode a black sheep down the mountain. The prisoners of war would not be treated so well. In Xingle's hand, he is very talkative, holding the rope, not embarrassing the spirits, let him walk slowly with others.However, the little ghost knows that he has made a big mistake, and he is very conscious of being a prisoner. He walks with his head bowed, trembling, and has the consciousness of "the king of heaven is wise, and the criminal should die".

Crane Spirit is not the case, he fell into the hands of Zhong Hei Yang, he was very unlucky, even if he wanted to confess to the jealous and narrow-minded Zhong Hei Yang, he didn't give him a chance, the rope was held in Mo Wenyuan's hand, Zhong Hei Yang Riding on Juechen, he ran fast, with hooves raised, dust billowing, and the crane with its wings bound was like an ostrich, swinging its long legs desperately. The eyes are dull, the quail clothes are knotted, and the white wings have turned gray.

Mo Wenyuan couldn't bear it, so he persuaded Zhong Heiyang a few words, and found that he didn't listen at all, so he let him go.He is not a saint, knowing that the crane spirit still has the suspicion of wanting to eat him, his sympathy is very limited.

Immortal Crane: What evil did I do!

……

"Knock Knock-"

The bright moon was in the sky, everything was silent, every house turned off the lights, and fell asleep. In the empty night, the sound of bending fingers knocking on the door panel was particularly obvious. After six regular beeps, the little novice rubbed his eyes and opened the door.

Seeing who it was, the little novice woke up: "Mo Dalang!"

Mo Wenyuan's snow-white teeth became more obvious against the flickering firelight: "Is Shuoshuji here? I've found a partner for him."

In the past year, Shuo Shujing served the Buddha wholeheartedly, worked in the fields in the spare time, sent the harvested grain to the two families that he had emptied, repaid his mistakes, and generally performed well. The monks in the temple have established a good friendship.

He first had a face-to-face meeting with his beloved Mr. Mo Xiaolang who hadn't seen him for a year, and then he brought the younger generation Crane King back to his residence. He heard that the other party wanted to catch Mo Wenyuan as a cook but failed, but was beaten to death by the vajra pestle. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"It's really hard for you, brother."

"Let's put down the butcher's knife together, convert to Buddhism, and recite the scriptures!" His words were full of true feelings, "This is how we can escape from the sea of ​​suffering!"

Crane Spirit: "..."

Is your painting style as a monster not quite right?

……

Mo Wenyuan rushed back to Luoyang to watch wine, and then parted ways with the monks in the Jingtu Temple. Whether it was appealing to the gods or the post-education of the crane spirit, he was handed over to the monks. The only thing he did was to accept the young folk teachings in the temple. The monk's material, I think it won't be long before the story of his surrender to the crane spirit will be put on the stage of folk tales again.

Unlike in Chang'an, there has never been a young man riding a black sheep in Luoyang city, so he attracted many people's attention as soon as he entered the city.Some people had heard his name, and tentatively called out: "Mr. Mo Xiaolang?" He was nodded and smiled in return, and the person who asked was very excited. Mr. Mo Xiaolang has come to Luoyang again?

Does it prove that the Qingtuan osmanthus cake, boiled lamb, fish belly, Tibetan sheep, Buddha jumping over the wall, etc. are coming to Luoyang City?

Omg they are in for a treat!

The diners rushed to tell each other, and the news spread quickly. Before Mo Wenyuan arrived at the door of Li Sanniang's restaurant in Luoyang, he was stopped by acquaintances.

"Mo~Xiao~Lang~Jun~"

Wang Wei's shout was as distinctive as ever, before he saw anyone, he heard his voice first, and the middle black sheep snorted unhappily, while Mo Wenyuan smiled, got off the sheep's back, and looked back at the hundred meters away. The sprinter: "Wang Lang, slow down, I won't run away."

Wang Wei is also capable, running wildly in clogs. He loves the Xie Gong clogs used for mountaineering very much. Unless it is very cold in March and September, he always wears Tara shoes on his feet.However, Xie Gongzhe walks steadily and makes noise, but he is not good at running. He is not good at running, and he is easy to fall on the uneven road if he is not good at wearing shoes.

During the short journey, Wang Wei staggered several times.

"Have you come to Luoyang?"

"Yes." Mo Wenyuan stretched out his hand to support him, "Slow down, lest you fall."

"How long do you want to stay in Luoyang?"

"A few months to half a year."

"Half a year is good, half a year is good, let alone settling here for half a year is also very good. Once you get used to living here, you will know that Luoyang is no worse than Chang'an."

After a short greeting, he revealed his true colors: "Hey hey hey hey, Mr. Mo Xiaolang, look at the peony wine."

Mo Wenyuan said helplessly, "I'm about to go."

"It's driving well." Wang Wei said shyly, "Can I go with you?"

"alright."

……

Before making wine, Mo Wenyuan informed Huizi people to dig a wine cellar.

Different from the cellars dug by farmers to store food for the winter, wine cellars have extremely high requirements. Keeping the air flowing is the first priority to prevent alcohol from accumulating in the air and causing danger. In addition, humidity, light, Factors such as temperature are also very important to the quality of wine.

It is true that Mo Wenyuan knows how to make wine, but how to dig a wine cellar has touched his blind spot of knowledge. Fortunately, he has the God of Cooking system in his mind. The digging method of the wine cellar is the same as the burying method for storing food in winter. After his own research, he restored the structural diagram of the wine cellar applicable in the Tang Dynasty, and explained it clearly to Ziren——

Now there are wine cellars in Luoyang and Chang'an, but what is waiting to mature in Chang'an is rice wine, not the more distinctive peony wine.

The former is the finished product of Mo Wenyuan's direct restoration of modern wines without improvement, while the latter is a wine developed by him after being inspired. As far as my emotions are concerned, I tend to prefer the latter.

Mo Wenyuan went down to the wine cellar alone, and brought out two jars after a while. He hadn't opened the jars yet, but his face was full of joy.

The quality of wine is not only judged by opening and drinking. You can also judge the quality of wine by flicking the clay pot with your fingers and listening to the liquid reverberating against the wall. He thinks the result is good when listening to wine in this way.

Wang Wei, Zhongheiyang, Zhao Shenshan, Zhou Miao, Bai Shaojun, Qian Mian, and his apprentices who are in charge of the Luoyang store also surrounded him one after another, waiting to drink the peony wine that has been brewed for almost a year.

It is rare to say that the longer the wine is placed, the better the taste. Compared with the common rice wines in the market, one year is already a long time.

Mo Wenyuan looked at them and asked, "Are the cups and bowls ready?" Ordinary people pay attention to drinking differently, and it is normal to serve them in cups or bowls.

The ungrounded prince Wang Wei said happily: "Don't say it's a cup, the wine glass is ready."

The wine goblet is a wine vessel that existed in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and it was rare in the Tang Dynasty. Even if it is seen, the added value is greater than the use value. To Mo Wenyuan, drinking with it is similar to drinking with a diamond gold cup.

Very expensive.

His face remained unchanged, and he looked at Wang Wei as if saying that you are happy, and seeing that the people around him had prepared the utensils, he reached out and lifted the sealed lid.

The long aroma of wine rushed into the nostrils, the smell is not overbearing, but has a sense of balance and harmony. The person closest to me is already slightly drunk, and just wants to stretch out and go out to bask in the sun.

The aroma of the wine is rich and distinct. After the simple fragrance faded, Zhongheiyang tasted the bitterness from it. It is difficult to describe the taste. If you want to find an adjective, it is like a mellow tea cake, smelling fragrant It is both astringent and attractive.

"This is, peony fragrance?"

After peeling away the layers of shells, the fragrance of flowers finally emerges from the tight wrapping circle. Zhong Heiyang thinks of the peony Kao with rich petals. Only after peeling away the layers of petals, large and small, can you see the inner core.

Isn't the same with peony wine?

Mo Wenyuan held up the earthenware pots with both waters, and poured the wine evenly into each vessel. He looked at the people carefully to see how they reacted.

Zhongheiyang didn't want to show his body in front of people, so he stuck out his tongue to lick the wine.

The amber liquid is clear, and it is the water brewed from the top black tea, and it is not necessarily more popular than it. The color alone can capture a large number of experienced drinkers.

The taste is transmitted to Zhongheiyang's brain through the nerve of the tip of the tongue, and several layers of the wine rush to him like a mountain and sea, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, fresh, and astringent, the six flavors are arranged in an incomparably delicate order.

The astringent taste belongs to peony, and it lingers on the tip of his tongue with a long-lasting aroma. The sweetness may come from grains. He saw the golden wheat waves rippling with the wind. The sourness is not very heavy, and it is mixed with sweetness. , like sweet and delicious slightly sour grapes...

Wang Wei is a person who keeps his head down while drinking and doesn't talk. In addition, he drinks easily on his face. After savoring carefully, his face is already as red as the sunset before the setting sun.

He was very fond of poetry, so he held back a doggerel and came out: "I only wish that the Yellow Sea will turn into wine, and the fields outside the city will be used as delicacies, and the pillars of heaven will be broken into elephant chopsticks, and a wave will drink."*

Mo Wen was far less unrestrained than him, and poured himself a glass of wine for a sip. The scent of flowers and grains was entangled, which was different from the overly pungent or overly sweet aroma of ordinary wine. The astringency of the rice wine suppresses the sweetness and sourness of the rice wine very well. Taking a sip is like being in a sea of ​​flowers, with big peony flowers blooming in the back, competing for beauty.

His peony wine is ready.

Mo Wenyuan only smiled quietly for a while, when he heard a sudden "boom" sound behind him, he was startled and turned his head immediately, and saw the huge body of Zhongheiyang leaning on the ground, with not a single drop of wine left beside him When the others were savoring the aroma of the wine, he took the opportunity to sneak away, got there first, and drank the rest of the wine!

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't know whether to laugh at the slick Hei Yang who rushed to drink all the drinks, or laugh at him because he couldn't drink as much as he could, pouring down just one can of wine.The alcohol content of modern peony wine is only more than ten degrees. Even if there is a lot of wine in the jar, it is really too disappointing!

……

Jinshu records that after Zuo Si wrote "Sandu Fu", Luoyang people rushed to circulate and copy it. In a short period of time, the paper in Luoyang city was not enough, and the price rose.This story has evolved into an idiom, Luoyang Zhigui.

And after Peony Wine was launched, there is a fear that there will be a new idiom, that is, Luoyang wine is expensive.

This expensive is not because the price of peony wine is expensive. The price of the wine is not very high. Many people can't afford it, and many people can afford it. In Chang'an, the supply exceeds the demand.

A businessman from other places was lucky enough to buy peony wine, and brought it back to his hometown to taste it with everyone. He was astonished, and after a long time, he sent a message that Luoyang peony wine is a treasure in the world.

Rumor has it that the lack of key words has made Luoyang wine famous all over the world. Apart from peony wine, other local wines have also begun to be snapped up, causing the price of wine to rise.

Mo Wenyuan never expected this situation.

He is currently taking advantage of the peony season to brew the next batch of wine. In his spare time, he is busy mixing recipes, trying to get other flowers into the wine, and creating a series of wines that are full of spring.

Zhong Heiyang drank too much alcohol during this period, his consciousness was ups and downs, and he always lay beside Mo Wenyuan without moving. Suddenly his nose moved and he stood up from the ground.

Mo Wenyuan looked at him strangely and asked, "What does it smell like?"

Middle Heiyang: "Baa baa baa baa baa!"

I smell a monkey smell, it should be Monkey King coming.

Mo Wenyuan: "Great Sage?" Why did you come to Luoyang?

Zhongheiyang didn't finish talking.

In addition to the monkey smell, I also asked about a stupid pig smell.

Pigs are good to kill and eat.