Nightfall Chapter 20: No one knows it’s an old friend coming

Xiling Temple is not an unknowable place like Zhishouguan or Xuankong Temple, but it can hardly be said to be in the red dust, because in the eyes of ordinary believers, this is the kingdom of God on earth. Today, Shuqi drove at high speed from the foot of Taoshan Mountain, as if to bring some information from the red dust to the kingdom of God, naturally no one laughed.

The priests and deacons of the temple began to check, and they were not surprised to see a very high-level waist card. When they discovered that these knights and several carriages had returned from Chang'an City, their mood became heavier and looked at each other. A look of surprise was written in his eyes: Is it true that the war is about to start again?

The several carriages, under the **** of the temple cavalry, continued to drive up to Peach Mountain. Smoke and dust billowed all the way until they came to the Guangming Temple in front of the cliff.

Two girls in white clap their hands gently.

Dozens of deacons walked out from the side of the Temple of Light and moved out a pile of blue cloth like a hill, and then pulled them toward the front of the temple. These blue curtains were about three people tall and very long, and they actually surrounded the square in front of the temple. Even if someone looked here from the white temple on the highest point of Momoyama, it was difficult to see the picture in this blue curtain.

Now there are only cavalry and convoys who have returned from Chang'an in the blue curtain veil. The people in the dust can't care to salute the two girls in white, open a carriage, and help a person out of it.

A girl in white clothes looked at the priest in charge of this mission and asked in a childish voice: "Is there anything wrong with you?"

The priest said with a solemn expression: "There must be no mistakes. We used the old man in Nanmen Temple to confirm that this man has indeed been in Lin 47 Lane these years."

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

The middle-aged man’s greasy clothes and hands full of labor marks revealed his ordinary and ordinary identity, and his expression at this time was very tense—an ordinary person who had never seen anything in the world. The people of Chang'an were deceived into captivity outside the city, and then drove around day and night. When they got out of the carriage, they found that they had come to the kingdom of God in the hearts of Haotian believers: Xiling Temple, who could not be shocked-in fact, At this time, he was able to hold the carriage to support his body. It has been extremely difficult.

He is also a believer in Vast Sky. According to reason, he found that he suddenly came to Xiling Temple. Apart from fear and loss, he should also be a bit excited. However, the war between Xiling Temple and Tang Dynasty had just ended. As a Tang dynasty, I feel that welcoming oneself cannot be a good thing.

Another girl in white asked the priest: "Have you brought back something like that?"

This priest was the most loyal subordinate of the Temple of Light until this time. He still didn't know what task he was performing, but could vaguely guess that it was bound to involve the biggest secret of the temple.

He took a few steps forward extremely cautiously, took out the whole thing wrapped in a cloth from his arms, and said in a low voice: "The tomb is too close to the academy. I really don't dare to act rashly. There are guards at the old Bi Zhai. The courtyard wall It was also demolished a few months ago. Fortunately, the thing was crushed at the bottom by chaotic bricks and was not found. The subordinates paid some price and finally took it back."

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

The girl in white took the whole thing wrapped in cloth. The arm paused slightly, the thing seemed a bit heavy, and the companion did not ask anything, and motioned the priest to exit the blue curtain with all his subordinates, then walked to the man who was not in the mind, and said: "Start Right."

The middle-aged man asked blankly: "What to start?"

A girl in white said: "What you are best at, just do that thing. Don't say that you can't do it well. All the materials you need are in the car. That is, the stove is moved."

The middle-aged man now knows what the other person wants to do. But he was even more shocked and puzzled, thinking that he would be taken to the temple by a thousand miles away. Is it just for this?

This matter is too weird, but as the saying goes, people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. Now he is in front of the temple, looking at such a vast battle, where he dare to say anything.

He honestly took out the pots, pans, stoves and all kinds of materials from the car and started to work.

The people in the Xiling Temple did nothing. No matter the pots, pans, stoves, flour, green onions, spicy oil and old vinegar, and even the firewood he used for the past ten years.

The firewood is lit, the old furnace produces smoke, the water is poured into the basin, the flour becomes thin and then thickens and then thins again. If it is used to make steamed buns, it is not appropriate to make noodles. The kitchen knife is not very clean. On the cutting board, finely chop the green onion and coriander, and then start to put soy sauce vinegar and other seasonings in the bowl.

The girl in white said: "There can be no mistakes, regardless of weight or order."

The middle-aged man thinks that I have made hundreds of bowls every morning for more than ten years, can he make mistakes? However, I think so, how dare I say so.

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 handle has been stirred by a large blackened spoon that was inserted into the pot, and when it was taken out, it was filled with cooked noodles. The white flick quivered like fish fat, and there was no one left in the pot. There is exactly one-third of the soup in the spoon, so the craft is naturally the result of more than ten years of repeated repetition.

The noodle soup was poured into the sea bowl, and an unusually strong but fresh sour and spicy fragrance appeared in the square in front of the Temple of Light, followed by the smell of ground coriander and green onion.

The two girls in white clothes did not show any expressions. They looked at their noses, and looked at their hearts. One of them was holding a sea bowl with both hands, and the other was holding something wrapped in cloth with both hands, and turned back and walked towards the temple.

The middle-aged man subconsciously said: "You two, I'm afraid that one bowl is not enough? The girl used to be so thin in Lao Bi Zhai, but she eats one bowl and brings two bowls back."

Two girls in white clothes ignored him and walked into the temple.

The middle-aged man looked at the boiling water in the pot, raised the large spoon in his hand, and stood in amazement on the empty square, in front of the solemn temple, feeling nervous.

It didn't take long for a girl in white to walk out of the Temple of Light. She handed a few things to the middle-aged man and said: "Someone will send you back to Chang'an City."

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

The middle-aged man froze for a long time before remembering to look at what he was holding, and found that it was a perfect night pearl. There is also a pill with a faint fragrance!

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

The nobleman of Xiling Temple, who took him from Chang'an City to Taoshan all the way, gave himself a night pearl and a pill just to eat such a bowl of worthless things?

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

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The green curtain is removed. The carriage drove down Taoshan, again raising smoke and dust, and drove into the red dust again.

Ning Que was holding a bag of rice in his hand and frowned slightly when he looked at the carriage. He didn't know that this carriage came from Chang'an, just like the rest of the people in the temple, a lot of doubts arose.

He turned around and walked back to the Tianyuyuan from the side door. He didn't look at the several temples on the mountain, not because he was cautious, but because he didn't want to see too many times, it would be difficult to suppress the desire in his heart.

There is the girl he wants to find and the silly thing, but more is dangerous. Before he is fully prepared, before that point in time, he doesn't want to be one step closer to the temple. He left Chang'an and came here with the determination to die. But there is no plan to die.

The Tianyu courtyard was very quiet. He walked back to his room and prepared to cook. He looked at the rice bag but suddenly wanted to eat a bowl of noodles, a bowl of fragrant omelette noodles.

Standing in front of the stove, he was silent for a long time, then began to chop the green onions, then took out the eggs bought in the mountain town from the rice bag, and heated the vegetable oil. Fried an egg. Cooked a bowl of noodles.

A bowl of clear water fried egg noodles with four peppercorns. Thirty chopped green onions.

He held the noodle bowl and walked to the depths of the book hall, with his back facing the canyon behind Taoshan, watching the clouds and cliffs there, thinking of Weicheng and Laobi Zhai, and began to eat noodles.

He ate quickly, and in the end he even drank the noodle soup at the bottom of the bowl.

I haven't cooked for many years, and the craftsmanship hasn't been lost. The fried egg noodles are still so delicious, but in fact, what he eats is not delicious, because she did not cook the noodles.

He stood for a long time, until Ye Zhiyue appeared.

The beautiful bright moon in the night dome has returned to its original fullness, but he is still very worried because he doesn't know whether the moon in the night tomorrow will continue this process of fullness and deficiency.

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

"Aren’t you omniscient and omnipotent? Why don’t you know I’m here? Why... I can’t feel where you are? Are you really no longer my destiny? Or do I want to The one you were looking for is really dead, and you are not you now?"

He looked at the temple on the top of the mountain where no light leaked out, and he was silent.

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Behind the Temple of Light is the cliff behind the mountain, and under the cliff is the legendary secluded pavilion. After nightfall, the clouds and mist are deeper, as if there is a cold and evil spirit overflowing.

She stood between the stone pillars with her hands in her hands. Before the cliff, she looked at the bright moon in the night sky with indifferent expression.

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

There are hundreds of wine jars neatly placed behind her, and there is a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup with just one bite. There is a square beside the bowl, and the cloth on it is opened by a corner to reveal the gold bricks inside. , And some bricks.

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

Or, yes.

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(There is a big bug. I mentioned a few pens about the moon and the moon. I forgot to write them. I always thought that I didn't write them. I was happily waiting for this time to play this pen. , I didn’t expect to play with myself as a stupid pen. Starting from my original intention, I have modified the two places I found earlier, and solemnly apologize to everyone.

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

I have been writing this volume all the way, I am really happy to write, I like to write, and the chapter names have always been very satisfied, just like I repeated the day before yesterday, I don’t continue to praise myself, and I can’t open it.

Finally, there is an incident. I will repeat the report again. There are some beautiful words and sentences in the night, which are all sentences I have seen everywhere. I really can’t find the original author, so I didn’t name it, only the source. For example, I fished over the sea at this time, and the flowers bloomed on the other side of the sky. For example, in the spring of that year, I cut a few kilograms of peach blossoms. Some readers may not have noticed, so I will report to you again. The original authors are awesome. I am a hardworking porter. )