Chapter 757 Pure Taoism

After taking a warm bath, drink a few sips of sweet wine, tear a slightly charred roasted whole rabbit, and then put a few pieces of stewed meat that is 70% fat and 30% lean into the white and plump thin flour buns, and you can eat until your mouth is full of oil.

Dong Rui was also very hungry. He could finish a meat bun in a few bites, and then take the pickled sauerkraut and small melon to eat, which was greasy and appetizing, and crunchy.

He ate and sighed to the sky: "This is life!"

The hard days in the previous few months were just survival.

Aunt Zhu doesn't like human food. It is too processed for her. She only likes the original taste.

Keep it simple, simpler, eat it raw.

It said to the two of them, "The seventy-year-old cicada in the afternoon tasted wrong."

Dong Rui was chewing on the third steamed bun, and he spoke vaguely, "It's a mutant species, so of course it tastes wrong."

"The seventy-year-old cicada is the best among insects. In ancient times, we would not miss the gluttonous feast that happened once every seventeen years." Aunt Zhu was drinking. It had to slow down, otherwise it would suck up a jar in a few breaths. "How do you humans say it? It's the taste of time."

The delicious taste brewed in seventy years.

He Lingchuan nodded, "Yes, yes."

He also likes to eat cicadas, whether roasted or baked.

"But the seventy-year-old cicada I met in the evening was too disgusting."

He Lingchuan looked sideways. Spiders are creatures that specialize in sucking pus, and they find it disgusting. What kind of taste does it have?

"I'm eating." Dong Rui waved the rabbit leg in dissatisfaction, "Don't talk about this."

He Lingchuan glanced at him, what is so pretentious, what disgusting things has this guy not tinkered with when doing experiments? He also saw Dong Rui eating without washing his hands after finishing the experiment.

But he still changed the subject: "Why is your ghost ape here?"

The ghost ape was also eating, besides meat, there were fruits and pumpkins.

Dong Rui glanced at it: "After you injured it last time, I didn't take it to the front line of Han River, but left it in the mountain village to recuperate. I thought it would be back in a month, but I didn't expect it to be gone for more than half a year." At this point, he couldn't help but feel sad. If it weren't for He Lingchuan, the disaster star, why would he be away for so long?

"As a result, this guy couldn't stand the loneliness and sneaked away by himself, wanting to go home and wait for me, but he encountered a lot of things in Wange Swamp, so he was brought back by Daoquan's men..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by He Lingchuan: "Wange Swamp?"

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Was it the Wange Swamp that he asked Li Qingge to send someone to carry the Xinglong Pillar to?

"Is there a Wange Forest next to it?"

Dong Rui still had no doubts: "Yes, it's in the territory of Zhu State. Do you know?"

"I just arrived in Lingxu not long ago, and I heard that there were strange things in Wange Swamp, and many people died." That's why he asked Xing Longzhu to go to Wange Swamp, so that the people sent by Tiangong would have phenomena and intelligence to investigate.

He also found something for the other party to do.

Then, he asked Dong Rui again: "Is your home in Wange Swamp?"

Dong Rui's lips trembled, and he didn't want to answer this question. Being entangled by He Lingchuan is not a good thing.

He Lingchuan bumped him with his elbow: "We are grasshoppers on the same rope now."

Dong Rui simply changed the subject: "Aren't you going back to Yuan State, why did you come to Rongshan?"

They left the Beijia territory and went southwest to Yuan State, but this guy turned a corner and said he wanted to find someone first.

He Lingchuan snatched a few berries from the ghost ape and ate them, ignoring its angry glare: "You can't just go back like this."

"Do you still want to pull a bunch of people and beat drums?" Dong Rui was puzzled, "What will happen if you go back directly?"

He Lingchuan thought for a while: "Probably he won't die well, right?"

He said it so lightly that Dong Rui was confused.

This kid was able to handle the many crises in Lingxu City with ease, so how could he not die well when he returned to his homeland?

"Then you still want to go back?"

"Some things need to be found out." He Lingchuan said lightly, "Otherwise I won't be able to sleep or eat well."

When he was judged in the Heavenly Palace, the gods revealed that the owner of the mark in his mind was Narakutian.

This is not only a god, but also a righteous god with infinite magic power!

When He Lingchuan came to this world, he had never dealt with any other gods except Mitian, so this mark should have been planted during the original body period.

And the original body has always been firmly controlled by his father.

In other words, the Narakutian mark in his sea of ​​consciousness is 90% related to He Chunhua.

What good intentions can the gods have when they plant marks in human minds? Ever since seeing the miserable end of Lu Shishi after being summoned by the Hundred Battles God, He Lingchuan has always felt uneasy.

When will this mark be activated?

He doesn't want to follow in Lu Shishi's footsteps, so he must eliminate this major hidden danger!

Since both the gods and He Chunhua may have bad intentions towards him, he can't just go back empty-handed and foolishly make no preparations.

"It's a good idea to borrow people from Rongshan Sect." Aunt Zhu said, "The Taoist sect has to send its disciples abroad every few years."

Rongshan Sect is a relatively pure Taoist sect.

The so-called purity is that it conforms to He Lingchuan's previous imagination of the "immortal sect", with its garrisons on the misty mountains, disciples studying hard, and away from the world.

In comparison, Taoist sects like Songyang Prefecture are too deeply embedded in the secular world. After all, Li Qingge himself has a title.

Rongshan does not belong to any country. It has its own territory, its own borders, and the surrounding countries respect it. Every time a disciple finishes his studies, he must go down the mountain to enter the world and be purified by the mortal world.

This is a very traditional style, and the predecessor of Taoism is like this. The difference is that in the past, the disciples of the Xianzong went down the mountain with flying swords, either to kill demons and monsters, or to establish their own caves, which was a happy life in the world; now, before going down the mountain, you have to consider what force to join, whether there is a development prospect, and even how much salary you can get.

When He Chunhua just took up his new position, the local Taoist Chuanyun Pavilion in Xiazhou immediately sent Elder Liang to recommend disciples to the new general manager of Xiazhou.

To put it bluntly, practitioners need to find jobs.

The reputation of Rongshan Sect is far higher than that of Chuanyun Pavilion, and many of its disciples serve as generals and officials in various countries. Among the officials that He Lingchuan has dealt with in Lingxu City and Chiyan Baisha, there are disciples of Rongshan Sect.

The Taoist sect is naturally noble because it has produced many talented people.

On the other hand, Yuan Country was trapped in internal strife and gradually weakened, and Rongshan Sect even disdained to be on equal footing with it.

That's why Aunt Zhu said that He Lingchuan came to the right place. Rongshan disciples will have to go down the mountain to sell themselves sooner or later, no, go down the mountain to join the government, so if Master Xue assigns a few of his favorite disciples to follow He Lingchuan, wouldn't it be a perfect match and everyone would be happy?

What's more, He Lingchuan came with Fang Canran's token, so the people assigned to him by Rongshan must be selected from the best and must not be neglected.