Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 182 All kinds of life

The mountain gate is established, and the only thing left to do is to recruit disciples.

Today's Xunfeng Temple, it is not an exaggeration to say that there are three or two big cats and kittens.

If we open the mountain gate as before and accept three hundred disciples, not to mention whether there are so many people who come here because of their reputation, even if they are collected, whether they can be taught or not is another matter.

Xunfeng Guan listed one master, three capitals and five masters, leaving aside Taoist Hongyun who is the master of the temple, even if Li Wenshu and the other three occupy the positions of three capitals, the five masters are still vacant!
With so many disciples, how can you manage them?
The current plan is to cultivate the second generation disciples first, the most important thing is to be good, not to be many, only the second generation disciples can gradually provoke the leaders, so that they can have the capital to open up the mountain gate.

Taoist priests lived for six hundred years, and they had plenty of time to cultivate a group of disciples.

At the beginning of the sun on the treetops, Gu Shengguo, Suizhou Xuanping Mansion, two elegant Taoist robes and crown scarves, are the two brothers Li Wenshu who came all the way to accept disciples.

Both Mi Xin and Lu Chunyang are still cultivating qi, and it is more important to improve their own cultivation than accepting apprentices.

Naturally, the two of them had no chance to walk down the mountain this time.

After passing the Chengguan, the flow of people on the street gradually increased. It happened to be early in the morning, and hawkers selling fresh food and food were wandering on the street, shouting at each other.

"Steamed buns, steamed stuffed buns for sale~ Freshly baked steamed buns~~Two for a penny, no charge if they don't taste good~~~"

Just after entering the city, they heard an angry shout. Their curiosity attracted them to look at the peddler, but it turned out to be a short, compact, dark man.

Both Li Wenshu and Hongyunzi are moral men with successful cultivation, they are convinced by bigu, and they have not had the habit of eating three meals a day for a long time.

But maybe it was because of the smell of the steamed stuffed buns, or because of the sudden interest, Li Wenshu smiled and walked forward to pay out a penny.

"This Shan Fushou, please give me two buns for the poor!"

"okay!"

As soon as the man heard that there was a business coming, he hastily opened the steamer stacked high in front of him, and suddenly a gust of hot air came out, which was quite like a fairy cloud lingering mood.

Picking up the oiled paper beside the table, he quickly grabbed two big buns and handed them to the Taoist priest. The man smiled shyly, wiped his hands with his starched white bib, and then rubbed his hands and looked at Li Wenshu. .

"Here, Daoist priest, two vegetarian stuffing buns. These buns are made by my mother-in-law. They are genuine and delicious. Taste them while they are hot."

Li Wenshu chanted Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, smiled and took the bun from the other party, and tried a bite.

"It's delicious, Mrs. Madam's craft is this."

The Taoist swallowed a mouthful of stuffed buns, nodded in satisfaction, and gave the swarthy man a thumbs up.

"Hey hey, the Taoist priest is too famous."

Hearing Li Wenshu's praise, the man smiled honestly, then accepted the big money that Li Wenshu had put on the case earlier, and silently wiped the moisture from his hands with the scarf around his waist.

"When did junior become obsessed with eating in this mortal world?"

Seeing that Li Wenshu's food was quite delicious, Hong Yunzi asked curiously.

Different from Li Wenshu who has only practiced Taoism for more than [-] years, the two generations of Hongyunzi have practiced for more than [-] years together, eating moonlight and drinking fine wine, but they have long forgotten the taste of eating in the mortal world.

"When Pindao was not a beginner, what he looked forward to most was the annual market day. Only then would my father buy Pindao a steamed stuffed bun and a sugar man as a reward for walking tens of miles of mountain roads. Jiazi, but I still can't forget the taste of my childhood."

"Brother, do you want to taste it?"

After finishing speaking, Li Wenshu handed the other bun to Hong Yunzi, motioning for him to reach out and catch it.

"That poor man should have a good taste."

Hong Yunzi laughed, and then he took off the oil paper and put it in his mouth. At their level, they no longer need to worry about the mortal food polluting the body's fresh air, and it's okay to relieve their appetite occasionally.

"It's really soft..."

However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the dark man change his face, and opened a dirty hand that was stretched towards the steamer.

"You old godmother came to steal my buns again, if I didn't want to watch this stall, I would have sent you to see the official!"

Hong Yunzi looked up, but saw that the owner of the dirty hands was a rough and torn woman.

His gray and silver hair seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time, and it was as messy as a bird's nest. His wrinkled face hadn't been washed for many days, and the dark streaks were either dirt or pot ashes.

The Taoist has a compassionate heart and couldn't bear to see the old woman being made things difficult, so he couldn't help but speak out to persuade her.

"This old man is also pitiful, and it is helpless to steal it. Why don't we let Pindao pay for her meals? I don't know what Shanfushou will do?"

Hong Yunzi touched his sleeve pockets, but he didn't have any other than jewels, which were gold and silver goods, not even a copper plate, so he could only look at Li Wenshu with help-seeking eyes.

"Shan Fushou, this big coin should be enough to buy two more buns."

Naturally, Li Wenshu would not refute his brother's face, and then took out two copper coins from his sleeve.

"By the way, give Pindao two stuffed radishes and pickled vegetables."

It's just that the dark man hesitated uncharacteristically, instead of taking the copper coin from Li Wenshu's hand, he let out a long sigh instead.

"Daoist, it's not that I'm so dark-hearted, it's that this thieves don't deserve sympathy, just watch, you helped her this time, she won't thank you for your kindness, you bunny, you've been beaten like a dog! "

"Who are you scolding, who are you calling a dog! The Taoist priest is willing to pay my old lady, so why don't you stop doing business?"

The peddler tried to persuade her, but the woman was not happy about it. She didn't feel ashamed at all of being caught for stealing. Instead, she propped her hips and sneered and cursed at the dark man.

"You, even if you bully my wife, who has no children and no one to rely on, the conscience of you brat has been eaten by dogs. With your short-sighted appearance, you can satisfy your mother-in-law. A turtle and a thief Han, what a perfect match!"

"You! The first two times I met you, a godmother, I gave you buns for nothing, but you are not only dissatisfied, but also disgusted that the buns I gave have no meat taste, and insisted on disrupting my business!"

"I just feed a dog, and I don't feed you, a heartless old bastard!"

The peddler was so angry for a long time before he could say a word.

"What are you, I'm bah, there are ugly things that were born but not raised by mothers, it's okay for the old man to eat two of your buns, just treat it as a good deed, accumulate Yin virtue, and save you from being a pig or a dog in the next life, old woman is that Do you know that I am giving you good deeds!"

Unexpectedly, the old woman had to be unforgiving, and kept yelling at the thick and short man.

"I, I just don't want to do your business anyway, let the Taoist priest come back, I won't do this business!"

The peddler blushed and covered the stall with a cage cloth, but he was determined to refuse to do business with the old lady.

　I was a little busy during the day today, and I will make up for it in the third shift tomorrow, sorry sorry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)