Nightfall

The Xiling Temple is not an unknowable place like Zhishouguan or Xuankong Temple, but it is also hard to say in the red dust, because in the eyes of ordinary believers, this is the kingdom of God on earth.

Today, Shuqi came from the high speed of Taoshan, and it seemed that he would bring some information from the red dust to the Kingdom of God, and no one laughed.

The priests and deacons of the temple began to check, and they did not accidentally see the extremely high-level waist cards. When they found out that these knights and several carriages returned from Changan City, they could n’t help but become more and more heavy, looking at each other ’s eyes Full of suspicious expressions: Is it really the war to start again?

The carriages continued to drive towards Taoshan under the guard of the temple cavalry. The smoke and dust rolled all the way until they came to the light temple in front of Yaping.

The two girls in white clapped their hands gently.

On the side of the temple of light, dozens of deacons moved out of a pile of green cloth like a hill, and then pulled away toward the front of the temple. These green cloth curtains were about three people tall and very long. They actually surrounded the wide reel in front of the temple. Even if someone looks from the white temple at the highest point of Taoshan, it is difficult to see the picture in the blue curtain.

Now there are only cavalry and convoys returning from Changan in the green cloth curtain. Those servants of the wind and dust do not want to salute the two girls in white, open a carriage, and help one out of it.

A girl in white looked at the priest in charge of this mission and asked childishly, "Is there anything wrong?"

The priest's expression said solemnly: "There must be no mistake. We used the old man in Nanmenguan to make sure that this person has been in Lin 47 Lane all these years."

The girl in white looked at the middle-aged man beside the car and nodded in satisfaction.

The middle-aged man ’s oily clothes and his hands full of labor traces revealed his ordinary identity. His expression at this time was very nervous-an ordinary Changan people who had not seen any big world, I was deceived to be taken into captivity outside the city, and then rushed around the clock day and night, and then when I got out of the carriage, I found that I had come to the godland in the hearts of Haotian believers: Xiling Temple, who could not be shocked-in fact, he was It is extremely difficult to be able to support the carriage to support the body.

He is also a believer in Haotian. According to the truth, he suddenly came to the Xiling Temple. Apart from fear and daze, there should be some excitement. However, the war between the Xiling Temple and the Tang Dynasty has just ended, and he is a Tang I feel that it is not a good thing to welcome myself.

Another girl in white asked the priest: "Can you bring back something else?"

This priest was the most loyal subordinate of the Temple of Light. Until this time, he still did not know what task he was performing, but vaguely guessed that the biggest thing in the temple was the secret.

He walked a few steps very cautiously, and out of his arms a piece of cloth wrapped the whole thing, and whispered: "The tomb is too close to the academy, so he dare not act rashly, and there is also a guard at Laobi Zhai, a few months ago. It was also demolished. Fortunately, the thing was pressed to the bottom by chaotic bricks. No one was found. The subordinates paid a price and eventually took it back. "

The people in the Xiling Temple sneaked into Chang'an City and had to retrieve something from Lao Bi Zhai. He said it was an understatement. In fact, everyone knows that those costs must be extremely heavy.

The girl in white took the entire thing wrapped in the cloth, and her arms fell slightly, the thing seemed a little heavy, and the companion asked no more, and signaled the priest to take all the subordinates out of the blue cloth curtain, and then walked to the name In front of the man who does not belong to the mind, said: "Go ahead."

The middle-aged man asked blankly, "What are you doing?"

A girl in white said, "Do what you are best at, just do that. Don't say it's not done well. The materials you need are all in the car, and all the stoves have moved in."

The middle-aged man only knew what the other party was going to do, but he was even more shocked. He thought that he would take him to the temple for thousands of miles. Is it for this?

There are too many weird things in this matter, but the so-called man is under the eaves and has to bow his head. Now he is in front of the temple, watching such a huge situation, where dare to say something.

He honestly removed pots, pans, pots and stoves and various materials from the car and began to do things.

The people in the Xiling Temple did not miss anything. No matter those pots and pans or stoves, flour scallions, spicy oil and old vinegar, or even the firewood, they were the ones he used in the past ten years.

Firewood ignited, smoke from old stove, fresh water into the basin, flour thinned and then thickened and then thinned, if it is obviously not suitable for buns, if it is not suitable for noodles, the kitchen knife falls on a cutting board that is not very clean, Cut the chopped green onion and coriander into very fine pieces, and then start to put seasonings such as soy sauce vinegar in the bowl.

The girl in white said, "There must be no mistake, no matter the weight or order."

The middle-aged man thought that I would have to make hundreds of bowls every morning for more than ten years. Could he still make mistakes? However, I think so, how dare I say that.

At this time, the water in the pot finally boiled, and the dough in the pot was torn into irregular shapes by his hands, thrown into the boiling water one by one, quickly formed, and then began to float.

The stalk has been pitched into the pot with a blackened spoon, and when it is taken out, it is filled with cooked noodles. The white flutter is like fish fat. There is no piece left in the pot. It happens to be three-thirds of the soup, so the craft is naturally the result of repeated non-stop for more than ten years.

The soup noodles were poured into the sea bowl, and an unusually rich yet fresh and sour fragrance appeared on the wide reel in front of the Temple of Light, followed by the smell of coriander and green onion.

The two girls in white didn't show any expressions, watched their noses and watched their hearts. One held the sea bowl in one hand, and the other wrapped in the cloth in both hands, and walked back to the temple.

The middle-aged man said subconsciously: "You two, one bowl is not enough? The girl in Lao Bi Zhai used to be so thin, but both ate one bowl and brought two bowls back."

The two girls in white ignored him and entered the temple.

The middle-aged man looked at the boiling water in the pot and raised a big spoon in his hand. He stood in amazement on the empty wide field and stood nervous in front of the solemn shrine.

It didn't take long for a girl in white to walk out of the temple of light. She gave several things to the middle-aged man and said, "Someone will send you back to Chang'an City." [Mo Tan Literature http: //.22mt.//]

After saying this, she returned to the Temple of Light again and never came out again.

The middle-aged man froze for a long time, only to think of looking at the things in his hand, and found out that it was a perfect night pearl, and there was a faint smell of panacea!

Although he is an ordinary person, he can feel the extraordinaryness of these two things, and he is more frightened, thinking that although he has always been proud of his craft, why is it not worth it?

The nobles of the Xiling Temple, who took themselves from Changan City to Taoshan and gave them a night pearl and a red medicine in order to eat such a bowl of worthless things?

Is there such a delicious hot and sour noodle soup in the world?

The green cloth curtain was removed, and the carriage drove down Taoshan, setting off smoke and dust again, and driving into the red dust again.

Ning Que carried a bag of rice in his hand and watched the carriage frown slightly. He didn't know that the carriage came from Chang'an. Like the rest of the temple, he had a lot of doubts.

He turned around and walked back to Tianyuyuan from the side door. He didn't glance at the temples on the mountain, not because of prudence, but because he didn't want to suppress the desire in his heart because he watched too many times.

There was the woman he wanted to find there and the fool, but it was more dangerous before he was fully prepared. Before that time, he didn't want to get closer to the temple. He left Chang'an and came here, with the determination to die, but had no plans to die.

The Tianyuyuan was very quiet. He walked back to his room, preparing to cook and looking at the rice bag, but suddenly wanted to eat a bowl of noodles and a delicious bowl of fried egg noodles.

Standing in front of the pot stove, he was silent for a long time, and began to cut green onions. Then he found out the eggs bought in Yamashita from the rice bag, heated the vegetable oil, fried an egg, and cooked a bowl of noodles.

A bowl of clean water omelette with four peppercorns and 30 onions.

Holding the noodle bowl, he walked to the depth of the book hall facing away from the valley behind Taoshan. Looking at the clouds and cliffs there, thinking of Weicheng and Laobi Zhai, he began to eat noodles.

He ate quickly, and finally drank even the noodle soup at the bottom of the bowl.

It ’s been many years since I have n’t cooked, and the craftsmanship has n’t fallen. The fried egg noodles are still so delicious, but in fact he ’s not really fragrant, because she did n’t cook them.

He stood for a long time until night to moon.

The beautiful bright moon in the night vault has returned to its original fullness, but he is still very worried because he does not know whether the moon in the night will continue the process of surplus.

He also worried about other things, and that kind of emotion should be said to be fear.

"Are n’t you omnipotent, omnipotent? Why do n’t you know that I am here? Why ... I ca n’t feel where you are? Are you really no longer my life? Or the one I ’m looking for You are really dead, now you are not you? "

He looked at the temple on the peak without any light leaking, thinking in silence.

Behind the temple of light is the cliff behind the mountain, and it is convenient to be the legendary secluded pavilion under the cliff. After dark, the clouds are deeper, as if there is a cold and aura.

She stood between the stone pillars with her hands down. Before the cliff, she looked indifferently at the bright moon in the night vault, the plump and tall body tightly wrapped in green cloth, showing a lonely figure on the ground.

The moon was missing for more than ten days, and she began to return to fullness, and her face became more and more white, not holy and solemn white, but weak and pale.

Hundreds of wine jars are neatly arranged behind her, and there is a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup. There is a square of things beside the bowl. The corner of the cloth is opened to reveal the gold bricks inside. Brick scraps.

The wine is Jiujiang's double-steamed strong brew, and the hot and sour noodle soup comes from Chang'an. The gold brick has been hidden in the wall of Lao Bi Zhai all these years. These are the most useless memories she hates, so she must get it back.

Or, yes.

(There is a ug, there are a few yin and qing rounds on the moon ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I mentioned a few strokes earlier, I forgot to write it myself, I always thought that I did not write it, and I am waiting for this time to play here One stroke, but I did not expect to turn myself into a stupid pen. Starting from the original intention, I have revised the two places I found earlier, and apologize to everyone.

The day before yesterday I did n’t sleep. I was airsick for the first time in my life. I was struggling on the road. I did n’t go out in a month. I honestly wrote a book and lived happily with everyone. I will work hard. According to the business arrangement, the report update is as follows : There are two chapters tomorrow, there are things the day after tomorrow, so there is only one chapter, two chapters the day after tomorrow.

I have been writing this volume all the way, and I am really happy to write it. I like to write it, and the chapter name has always been very satisfactory. Just like I repeated the day before yesterday, I will not continue to praise myself, and my eyes will not open.

Finally, there is one thing. Repeat the report again. Some beautiful words in the night are all the sentences I saw everywhere. I ca n’t find the original author, so there is no annotation, only the source, such as fish Leaping into the sea and blooming on the other side of the sky, for example, in the spring of that year, I cut a few pounds of peach blossoms, for example, I will use it later and stew the time. These have been reported before, and I dare not take this honor, but some readers may I didn't notice it, so I report to you again that the original authors are just amazing, I am a hardworking porter. ) (To be continued) ()

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