Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2237: Chapter 1887: Trouble for the Benefactor (3)

Hmm...

Even the well-traveled Daoist Master, accustomed to the local flavor, was momentarily taken aback by such down-to-earth local specialties.

The little Daoist, with even less experience, was staring at the scattered pile of meats and eggs—yes, there were salted duck eggs too—dumbfounded, not knowing how to handle them.

In the end, it was Daoist Qingyun who, being older, more knowledgeable, and steady, ordered the young Daoist to take them to the kitchen:

"Cook them all tonight, and let the Daoist Temple add a dish to the meal. We should not disappoint the faithful who came from afar with kind intentions."

"Just that..." He stood up and specifically explained:

"Although we are not required to abstain from meat for life like the Zhengyi Sect, there are still some things we don’t eat. Loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness—beef, dog, goose, and black fish—these we don’t eat."

"Therefore, this large portion of beef, I thank you for the good intentions, but tomorrow, when the tenfold faithful arrive, we will cook a big pot of beef stew for everyone to enjoy."

Song Tan honestly hadn’t expected her mom to pack so many meats and vegetables into the suitcase.

Fortunately, she wasn’t going to the Zhengyi Sect; if she were, she would have offended people before getting anything done.

At this moment, she naturally nodded and covertly gave Lun Chuan a thumbs up.

To say the least, Daoist Qingyun’s way of speaking and acting and his overall demeanor indeed made people feel comfortable.

No wonder Lun Chuan remembered clearly after seeing him once years ago.

But then came the two cans of tea leaves, which he took out solemnly, his expression growing even more pleasant:

"In my life, I only enjoy drinking tea, and I thank the faithful for these too."

As they spoke, the three of them entered the room and sat down.

The Daoist Master’s actions weren’t particularly restrained. In fact, the atmosphere of the entire Daoist Temple was quite relaxed.

Song Tan could still hear someone downstairs asking: "Do we need to kneel and bow or what?"

The young Daoist simply replied: "Either way, anything is fine, as long as your intention is genuine."

Oh well, such a carefree attitude indeed.

And she happened to like such an ambiance very much.

As Daoist Qingyun was boiling water and unpacking the tea box, she straightforwardly explained her purpose:

"Daoist Master, I have a farm at home, and the number of farm employees keeps increasing, so I bought a piece of land in town, planning to build some houses to offer them at lower costs."

"It’s just that everyone values feng shui in a rural setting, and I fear not inviting someone could sway them if any local villagers say something, causing unrest... Therefore, I came specifically to invite the Master to visit us and provide some guidance."

Their intentions had been conveyed by the introducer, though initially, Daoist Qingyun thought they were asking for feng shui consultation for real estate, thus being somewhat reluctant to go.

But in life, one can’t escape social obligations, and this applies to those who practice Dao as well.

The person delivering the message is a well-known faithful of the Daoist Temple, so since they asked, he was willing to understand more.

Now, upon hearing that it’s about building houses in town for employees, the cost can’t be very high.

With this revelation, his willingness increased considerably.

Just as he was smiling, preparing to ask more questions, his hands kept moving, and the sealed bag inside the tea canister was torn open slightly.

A rich, distinctive aroma of tea rushed out.

Daoist Qingyun sat there, momentarily stunned.

After a while, he returned to his senses, looked at the tea leaves, and stood outside the house, carelessly examining them in the daylight.

Turning back, he eagerly asked:

"You say this is a specialty from your hometown?"

"Does everything from your hometown have this level of quality, or is it specific to a certain place or mountain?"

Song Tan understood clearly.

She smiled slightly: "Mountain, forest, lake, field, and fish pond—all that belongs to my family is like this."

What’s there left to say?

The Daoist Master straightened his robe, then carefully used bamboo tongs to put a pinch of tea leaves into a cup, controlled the kettle’s freshly heated water at 80 degrees, swished it around, and then carefully poured it in.

After rinsing the tea, as the hot water was added again, he watched the little green buds inside slowly swell and unfold, and the aroma wafted out.

He took a deep breath and stood up with poise, then began rummaging through the room, opening drawers, opening cabinets, and opening more drawers... with quite a bout of commotion.

Finally, he found a card and handed it to Song Tan:

"Where exactly is your hometown? Here, this is my ID card, please kindly buy my ticket."

Song Tan: ...

She quietly accepted the ID card, then suddenly saw the little Daoist coming over with a tray, beaming with happiness:

"Master, the fruits brought by this faithful are really delicious, you must try them!"

The large tray displayed a brilliant assortment, with sliced cucumbers, styled cantaloupes, and vivid red watermelons, with three delicate forks placed on top.

Looking at the young Daoist closely, one could see a hint of red watermelon stain at the corner of his lips.

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