Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2236: Chapter 1887: Troubling the Devout (2)

"Oh, that’s what I thought," the person suddenly understood, "That Yunqiao Village in our city is really popular now. They say people travel thousands of miles and always bring back some produce. Our security station has inspected a lot of food this year."

It’s their own business, how could anyone not feel happy hearing about it?

Song Tan then asked, "Have you tasted any of it? If you haven’t, I suggest you try it, it’s pretty good."

If you can’t get it from his place, you can eat from the village; it’s tasty too.

This was just a minor incident on the journey, and Song Tan didn’t dwell on it.

However, once they got off the bus, taking the subway and a cab, they received relentless messages from Wu Lan.

"Have you arrived?"

"I’ve packed some fresh stuff for you, it’s not good to leave it overnight."

"Don’t go to the hotel first, go see the master and express your intentions directly."

After a pause, seeing no reply, she added, "It’s okay if you can’t see him, just send the items and leave your name."

She reiterated one last time, "Ask if the master can lower the price?"

Anyway, a few million is definitely out of the question.

Song Tan handed the phone directly to Lun Chuan: "You reply, you reply, no matter what I say she seems not to believe."

When they finally arrived at the Daoist temple’s entrance, having contacted beforehand, they just gave their names, and someone quickly came to escort them, leading them through the inner hall directly to the second floor.

Seeing Song Tan carrying such a large box while Lun Chuan carried a light, weightless small suitcase, the Daoist master glanced repeatedly, ultimately unable to resist.

"Dear believer, shall I carry the box for you? Or find a place to store it?"

"No need." Song Tan shook her head, "This is a local specialty my mom insisted I bring over here. Please, dear Daoist masters, have a taste and see that our place truly nurtures talented people."

"I ask the Daoist master to kindly take a trip; it won’t lower your dignity."

Once she said this, she even felt like giving herself a thumbs up.

The Daoist in front of her did not refuse and continued leading the way:

"You two are thoughtful. I thank you on behalf of the temple. Come, this is Daoist Qingyun’s place of quietude."

"No rush," Song Tan eagerly pushed the box over, "There’s a lot of fresh produce inside, it can’t stay long, so please take these to the kitchen to handle first."

As they were speaking, a Daoist master who perfectly matched everyone’s standard image of being immortal and wise walked out from the room.

His skin was rosy, his complexion fair.

His hair mixed white, gray, and black, neatly tied up, and his face had a rather mystical beard.

Now donned in his robes, he instantly solidified the high master’s image.

But the high master himself was quite down-to-earth.

Upon seeing them, he greeted them as if they were friends visiting: "You’ve arrived?"

Looking at the suitcase: "Wow, you brought so many local specialties? It really cost you, dear believers — what did you bring?"

Speaking as he helped the young Daoists tidy the box.

As it was laid down, he realized it was unexpectedly heavy, and expressed slight surprise.

The way he rearranged his robe and fussed around was actually not much different from a villager uncle.

Song Tan glanced at Lun Chuan and finally understood why he said she would like it.

Indeed, she liked it quite a lot, because in her own immortal cultivation, she couldn’t stand people who appeared more celestial (in a pretentious way) than herself.

But if the person was also quite down-to-earth, it suited her farmer’s grade perfectly.

At that moment, with a swift sound, the zipper of the old suitcase opened, and the neatly wrapped items inside seemed to expand instantly, all bursting out.

Now, the four of them were silent.

Thanks to Brother Xiaozhang, the things packed at home were in no shortage.

The bubble-wrapped two watermelons and six cantaloupes set aside, just seeing the large pile of cucumbers, eggplants, peppers, bitter melons, and beans, you could tell these local specialties were really down-to-earth.

Looking into the corner, two boxes of tea had been squeezed to almost non-existence.

White fungus was only sealed with four large pieces in the corner using a plastic bag, round and plump.

And the remaining space?

The remaining space was tightly wrapped with thermal cotton.

Amidst the Daoist masters’ surprise and silence, they silently tore open the tape on top, and with a "splash," unmelted ice cubes seeped out with some water.

Looking further inside, there was a thermal membrane.

Tearing it open, revealed two ducks.

Tearing further, revealed two chickens.

Also a pack of crispy fried small fish, and finally a hefty solid pork leg, a sheep leg, and a heavy chunk of beef.

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