Xuanxia

Chapter 472 Porridge

Chapter 472 Porridge

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Qingzhou's porridge was finally almost cooked.

He took a large spoon, scooped out a bowl of porridge, and handed it to Daoyuan: "Master, be careful with it, it's hot."

"Haha, I've been a cook all my life, how can I be afraid of heat?"

Daoyuan took the bowl of porridge with both hands and smiled.

Fu Qingzhou didn't stop, and scooped another bowl and handed it to Yuan Zhen: "You haven't eaten yet, you can have a bowl too."

Yuan Zhen took it with some surprise: "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

While he was taking the bowl, Daoyuan had already picked up the bowl and took a sip.

"The porridge is a little bland, the cooking is average, and it's a very ordinary recipe."

He smacked his lips and asked softly, "What's so special about this bowl of porridge, Mr. Fu?"

"Master, you are wise." Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "This is a bowl of life-saving porridge."

"Life-saving porridge?" Dao Yuan was stunned.

"More than ten years ago, when I was a young child, I was stranded in the mountains, eating raw meat and drinking blood, and I almost died many times."

Fu Qingzhou said softly: "Later, my adoptive father picked me up when I was dying and brought me home... At that time, I had been hungry for a long time and was extremely weak, so my father cooked a bowl of porridge for me."

Dao Yuan's eyes moved slightly: "For a child who has not eaten for a long time and whose Qi and blood are weak, a bowl of porridge is indeed very suitable."

"Yes, that bowl of porridge saved my life."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "But it was never that bowl of porridge that saved my life, but my father."

"Amitabha... Good." Daoyuan smiled slightly: "Your father saved the donor, which is a great merit."

"But my father has been dead for a long time."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes turned cold. "He died from the Golden Body Pill of the Fanyin Temple. From that day on, I never ate the porridge he cooked, and I no longer had the opportunity to take care of him until his death."

Daoyuan was stunned.

Yuan Zhen sighed softly, lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name softly.

Fu Qingzhou silently scooped a bowl of porridge for himself, held it in his hands, looked at the ripples of the rice soup in the bowl, and said slowly: "There are many people with the same fate as my father, and they also can't drink a bowl of porridge like this."

As he said this, he looked at Daoyuan and said, "Master, you have been cooking for decades. Have you ever cooked a meal that saved a life?"

“Life-saving meals…”

Daoyuan's gaze became profound: "After leaving the kitchen, I don't know who will eat or stomach the food. I also don't know whether it has saved anyone."

"So, Master, you don't know." Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Then, Master, I guess you don't know what Huijue and the others did, right?"

The cooks and monks in the kitchen were busy cooking and serving large pot dishes and bowls of rice. The food filled up trays, which they carried out of the kitchen one by one in their hands.

I guess...it's time to open the dining hall at Jinchan Temple for dinner.

In the kitchen, only Dao Yuan, Fu Qingzhou and Yuan Zhen were standing still.

Daoyuan's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "I am just a cook, I don't know anything about the temple."

“But the master has a gentle and compassionate heart.”

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, “Otherwise, you can’t make such a touching dish.”

Daoyuan remained silent.

"I know very well why Huijue asked you to come and compete with me in cooking." Fu Qingzhou added, "Yuanguan, Yuanxiang, and you... are all the strongest people he can find in a certain field. It is very difficult for me to defeat you. Even if I win, I may not win. It's like I'm walking on a tightrope. If I take a wrong step, my plan will be ruined."

Daoyuan frowned, still saying nothing.

“But Master, you are different from others… You don’t have to obey Huijue, and you also have compassion, so I will tell you this.”

Fu Qingzhou looked him straight in the eyes: "When I make this bowl of porridge, I am saving countless lives in the world."

"Hui Jue is doing something big, something that will cause rivers of blood to flow throughout the world."

"Over the past ten years, he has harmed and killed many people for this matter. Countless men and women have been killed. They died after swallowing the golden elixir, they were skinned, and they were refined into blood elixir..."

"Many years ago, he even brainwashed his fellow apprentice Huixin... I am still not sure whether Yuanwu, Yuanxi, and Yuanjing who died in Fanyin Temple were also brainwashed."

"Are those people who helped him in Jinchan Temple also brainwashed by him?"

"How many more people will he kill and harm for his so-called path to the selfless god realm? How many people will lose their parents, children, partners, brothers and sisters because of him?"

"If I can't get to Master Huikong today, then all the things I have done will be in vain, and Huijue's plan can continue to be implemented."

"Grandmaster……"

Fu Qingzhou said softly: "Drink this bowl of porridge and tell me, can this bowl of porridge... save the lives of those poor people?"

Dao Yuan looked somewhat surprised.

He slowly turned his head, glanced at Yuan Zhen who was sighing beside him, then looked at Fu Qingzhou again, looking straight into the young man's eyes.

Finally, he lowered his brows and looked at the porridge in his hands that was gradually beginning to cool down.

Then he put the bowl to his mouth, raised his head, and slowly drank the porridge.

Gulu, Gulu, Gulu...

Daoyuan drank slowly.

Fu Qingzhou smiled at Yuan Zhen, with a look of helplessness and a kind of indifference as if letting things take their own course.

The meaning in that look was very clear. I had done everything I could. At this stage, if Daoyuan really didn't let me go, then there was nothing I could do.

Then he raised his head and drank the porridge in the bowl.

Yuan Zhen sighed softly, picked up the bowl of porridge, and drank the porridge in the bowl in big gulps.

Until this time, the old monk Daoyuan was still drinking the porridge slowly.

He finally finished drinking after Fu Qingzhou and Yuan Zhen put down their bowls. He let out a long "Ha" and after putting down his hand holding the bowl, there were still a few grains of rice and soup on his beard.

He didn't wipe it, but just smiled and said: "This bowl of porridge is very sweet."

Fu Qingzhou looked at him and asked, "So, how about Master's stir-fried vegetables and tofu?"

"Ugh……"

Daoyuan still had a slight smile on his face, but he sighed: "Perhaps it's just as the donor said, this old monk has only known how to feed others in his life, but never thought that people will die if they are not hungry."

"And many times, a bowl of porridge can save a life."

He clasped his hands together and said leisurely, "The Buddha said that the karma of all living beings cannot be destroyed in a hundred kalpas. When the causes and conditions come together, the results will definitely mature... I don't know whether what you just said is true or false, but all dharmas are empty, and cause and effect are not empty. The fact that you can stand here, eat a plate of food from me, and give me a bowl of porridge, and you have said something that made me suddenly realize that cause and effect are determined."

"Donor...please go ahead. If what you said is true, then let the bowl of porridge that I drank save countless people."

Dao Yuan suddenly lowered his head and bowed deeply to Fu Qingzhou: "You win."

(End of this chapter)

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