The West-Hill Divine Palace was not an Unknown Place like the Zhishou Abbey or the Xuankong Temple, but it was not in the mortal world either. Because in the eyes of ordinary believers, it was the Divine Kingdom on earth. Today, several horsemen came from the foot of Peach Mountain at a high speed, as if they wanted to bring some news from the mortal world to the Divine Kingdom. Naturally, no one laughed.
The priests and deacons of the Divine Hall began to check, and they were not surprised to see a very high-ranking waist token. When they found that these knights and several carriages had returned from Chang 'an, they could not help but become more and more serious. They looked at each other with a surprised expression, "Is the war really going to start again?"
The carriages continued to the Peach Mountain under the protection of the cavalrymen of the Divine Hall. Smoke billowed all the way until they stopped in front of the Divine Hall of Light in front of the cliff yard.
The two girls in white clapped their hands gently.
Dozens of deacons walked out from the side of the Divine Hall of Light. They carried a pile of green cloth and pulled it to the front of the hall. These green cloth curtains were about three people's height and very long. They surrounded the entire square in front of the Divine Hall. Even if someone looked from the white Divine Hall at the highest point of Peach Mountain, it would be difficult for them to see what was behind the green cloth curtains.
Now, there were only cavalrymen and carriages returning from Chang 'an behind the green cloth curtains. Those travel-worn people did not have time to salute the two girls in white. They opened a carriage and helped a person out.
A girl in white looked at the divine priest in charge of this mission and asked in a childish voice, "Are you sure it's not wrong?"
The divine priest said solemnly, "It's definitely not wrong. We used the old people in the Southern Gate Temple and confirmed that this person has been in Lin 47th Street all these years."
The girl in white looked at the middle-aged man beside the carriage and nodded with satisfaction.
The middle-aged man's greasy clothes and laborious hands revealed his ordinary identity. He looked very nervous at the moment. An ordinary Chang 'an citizen who had never seen the world had been tricked and kidnapped outside the city. Then, he had traveled day and night. When he got out of the carriage, he found himself in the Divine Kingdom of Haotian's believers: the West-Hill Divine Palace. Who wouldn't be shocked? In fact, it was not easy for him to support himself with the carriage.
He was also a believer of Haotian. Logically speaking, when he suddenly found out that he had come to the West-Hill Divine Palace, other than fear and confusion, he should also be a little excited. However, the war between the West-Hill Divine Palace and the Tang Empire had just ended. As a Tang, he felt that it would not be a good thing to welcome him.
Another girl dressed in white asked the priest, "Did you bring back the other thing?"
The priest was the most loyal subordinate of the Divine Hall of Light. Until now, he still did not know what task he was carrying out, but he could vaguely guess that it must be related to the biggest secret of the Divine Hall.
He took a few cautious steps forward and took out an object wrapped in cloth. He said in a low voice, "The tomb was too close to the Academy, so we did not dare to act rashly. The Old Brush Pen Shop was also guarded, and the courtyard wall was demolished a few months ago. Fortunately, the object was buried under the rubble and was not found. We finally got it back after paying a price."
The West-Hill Divine Palace had sneaked into Chang 'an and wanted to take back something from the Old Brush Pen Shop. He said it lightly, but everyone knew that the price must be very heavy.
The girl dressed in white took the object wrapped in cloth and slightly lowered her arm. The object seemed to be a little heavy. She did not ask anything else and signaled the divine priest to lead all the subordinates out of the green curtain. Then, she walked in front of the absent-minded man and said, "Let's start."
The middle-aged man asked blankly, "Start doing what?"
A girl dressed in white said, "Do what you are best at. Don't say that you can't do it well. All the materials you need are in the carriage, even the pots and stoves have been moved here."
Only then did the middle-aged man know what they wanted him to do. He was even more shocked and confused. Did they kidnap him from thousands of miles away to the Divine Hall just for this?
This matter was too strange. However, he had to bow his head when he was under someone else's roof. Now that he was in front of the Divine Hall, he did not dare to say anything when he saw such a vast array of people.
He obediently took out the pots and pans, stoves and all kinds of materials from the carriage and began to work.
The people of the West-Hill Divine Palace did not leave out anything. The pots and pans, the stove, the flour, scallions, chili oil, vinegar, and even the firewood were all the things he had used in the past ten years.
The firewood was ignited and smoke came out of the old stove. Water was poured into the basin. The flour became thin, then gradually thickened and then thinned again. It was obviously inappropriate to use it to make steamed buns, and even more inappropriate to use it to make noodles. The kitchen knife fell on the not-so-clean cutting board. He chopped the scallions and coriander into small pieces. Then, he began to add seasonings such as soy sauce and vinegar into the bowl.
The girl dressed in white said, "There can be no mistakes, no matter the amount or the order."
The middle-aged man thought that he had made hundreds of bowls every morning for the past ten years. How could he make mistakes? However, that was what he thought, but he didn't dare to say it.
At this time, the water in the pot finally boiled. The dough in the basin was torn into irregular shapes by his hands and thrown into the boiling water one by one. It quickly took shape and began to float.
He dipped the blackened spoon into the pot and stirred it. When he took it out, it was filled to the brim with cooked slices of dough. The white shards trembled lightly like fish fat. There was not a single piece left in the pot, and the spoon was exactly one-third filled with soup. Such craftsmanship was naturally the result of repeated practice for more than ten years.
The soup was poured into the bowl. An unusually strong but refreshing sour and spicy aroma appeared in the square in front of the Divine Hall of Light. Then, the smell of chopped coriander and scallions assailed the nose.
The two girls dressed in white did not show any expression. They looked down and walked back into the Divine Hall. One of them held the bowl in her hands, and the other held the thing wrapped in cloth.
The middle-aged man said subconsciously, "One bowl is not enough for the two of you, right? The girl from the Old Brush Pen Shop used to eat one bowl and bring back two bowls when she was so thin. "
The two girls dressed in white ignored him and walked into the Divine Hall.
The middle-aged man looked at the boiling water in the pot and held the big spoon in his hand. He stood in the empty square in front of the solemn Divine Hall, feeling very nervous.
Not long after, a girl dressed in white came out of the Divine Hall of Light. She handed several things to the middle-aged man and said, "Someone will send you back to Chang 'an."
After saying this, she went back into the Divine Hall of Light and did not come out again.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time before he remembered to look at the things in his hand. They were a perfect luminous pearl and an elixir that gave off a faint fragrance!
Although he was an ordinary person, he could feel that these two things were extraordinary. He became more and more frightened. He had always been proud of his craftsmanship, but it was not worth it.
The nobles of the Divine Halls of West-Hill had kidnapped him from Chang 'an to the Peach Mountain and given him a luminous pearl and an elixir. Just for a bowl of something worthless?
Was there such a delicious sour and spicy noodle soup in the world?
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The green curtain was removed. The carriage drove down the Peach Mountain, stirring up the dust again and returning to the mortal world.
Ning Que held a bag of rice in his hand. He looked at the carriage and frowned. He did not know that the carriage came from Chang 'an. Like the rest of the people in the Divine Hall, he had many doubts.
He turned around and walked back to the Revelation Institute through the side door. He did not look at the Divine Halls on the mountain. It was not because he was cautious, but because he did not want to look at them too many times to suppress his desire.
She and that idiot that he was looking for were there. However, there were even more dangers. Before he was fully prepared, before that point in time, he did not want to take a step closer to the temple. He left Chang 'an and came here with the determination to die, but he did not want to die.
The Revelation Institute was very quiet. He walked back to his room and prepared to cook. Looking at the bag of rice, he suddenly wanted to eat a bowl of noodles, a bowl of fragrant fried egg noodles.
He stood in front of the stove and kept silent for a long time. Then he began to cut the scallions and took out the eggs he bought in the town at the foot of the mountain. He heated the oil, fried an egg, and cooked a bowl of noodles.
A bowl of noodles with fried egg noodles, with four Sichuan peppercorns and 30 scallions.
He held the bowl and walked to the depths of the Book Hall. He looked at the clouds and cliffs, thinking of the City of Wei and the Old Brush Pen Shop, and began to eat the noodles.
He ate very quickly, and in the end, he even drank all the broth at the bottom of the bowl.
He had not cooked for many years, but his cooking skills did not fall behind. The fried egg noodles were still delicious, but he actually did not enjoy it because she did not cook it.
He stood there for a long time until the moon appeared.
The beautiful moon in the night sky had returned to its original fullness. But he was still worried because he did not know if the moon would continue to waxing and waning tomorrow night.
He was also worried about other things. That emotion was more like fear.
"Aren't you omniscient and omnipotent? Why don't you know I am here? Why … can't I feel where you are? Are you really not my natal life anymore? Or is the you I am looking for really dead, and the you now is not you? "
He thought to himself as he looked at the Divine Hall on the peak where no light leaked out.
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Behind the Divine Hall of Light was the cliff behind the mountain. Below the cliff was the legendary You Prison. The clouds and fog became thicker at night, as if there was a cold and evil aura overflowing.
She stood between the stone pillars and the cliff with her hands clasped behind her back. She looked indifferently at the bright moon in the night sky. Her plump and tall body was tightly wrapped in a green cloth, reflecting a lonely figure on the ground.
The moon had been missing for more than ten days and began to return to its full state. Her face became paler and paler, not holy and solemn, but weak.
Behind her were hundreds of wine jars and a bowl of hot and sour noodle slices soup that she had only taken a mouthful of. Beside the bowl was a square object. A corner of the cloth on it was lifted, revealing the gold bricks and some brick dust inside.
The wine was Jiujiang Double-distilled Liquor, and the hot and sour noodle slice soup was from Chang 'an. The gold brick had been hidden in the wall of the Old Brush Pen Shop all these years. These were useless memories she hated the most, so she had to get them back.
Or, it was like this.
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(There's a big bug. Regarding the moon's waxing and waning, I mentioned a few strokes earlier, but I forgot to write them myself. I always thought that I didn't write them, and was happily waiting for this moment to play with this stroke. I didn't expect that I would play myself into a fool. From my original intention, I have already corrected the two places I found earlier, and I sincerely apologize to everyone.
The day before yesterday, he didn't sleep for an entire day and night. It was the first time in his life that he felt airsick. The journey was tough, and he wouldn't go out for a month even if he was beaten to death. He would write his book and live happily with everyone. According to the schedule, the report was updated as follows: Two chapters tomorrow, one chapter the day after tomorrow, and two chapters the day after that.
Along the way, I had a great time writing. They were all my favorites, and I was very satisfied with the chapter names. Just like the day before yesterday, if I don't continue to praise myself, I can't keep my eyes open.
Finally, there's one thing that I want to report again. There are some very beautiful sentences in Jiang Ye, which I have seen everywhere. I really can't find the original author, so there's no name. I can only state the source, such as the fish leaping into the sea, the flower blooming on the shore, or that spring, I cut a few catties of peach blossoms, or that time stew, which I will use in the future. I've reported these before, but I dare not falsely claim this honor. But some readers may not notice, so I'm reporting it again. The original authors are awesome, and I'm a hardworking porter.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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