Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 58 New Year’s Eve
Everything was discussed and when Ouyang Feng was the first to push the door open, there were already a lot fewer martial artists waiting on the top of Mount Hua.

A few days are enough for those who still have some awareness of themselves to wake up from the beating of the cold wind.

Of course, for most people, their trip was not in vain. At least standing on the top of Mount Huashan, they really saw the scenery that should be seen at the top of the martial arts world.

No matter which business it is, it is actually a market where thousands of people come to buy meat and one person eats meat. But when there is possibility and hope, everyone will still take the attitude of "give it a try" and then rush in.

Seeing that it was Ouyang Feng who came out of the Taoist temple first, someone immediately asked loudly: "Mr. Ouyang? Have you compiled the secret manual of magical skills?"

"What are you going to name it?"

People's eyes are full of desire. Even if they can't get it, they will still smell it from afar and it will be fragrant.

Ouyang Feng did not intend to satisfy these people's desires. He just carried the snake staff and quickly went down the mountain, with higher expectations for the future.

He didn't know if there would really be a day when he would reach the top of the mountain and feel that it was too cold. Now he was enjoying it and looking forward to the feeling before climbing over the mountain. This made the madness that sometimes surged in his heart become a little lighter.

It is also possible that it has not become lighter, but has been squeezed deeper!

After chasing a goal for a long time, but always falling short, who wouldn't go crazy?

As a man with strong execution ability, Ouyang Feng went down the mountain to clear out the Jin soldiers near Huashan.

Of course, according to what he said, if Qiu Chuji and his companions did not want to be harassed by the Jin soldiers, they could stay on Mount Hua for a few more days before going down the mountain.

During these few days, he needs to prepare the poison and set up the place to poison.

Ouyang Feng, at least, did not have the means to poison the river and directly poison the entire military camp. He asked Huang Yaoshi to help calculate the weather, wind direction and wind speed for the next few days. He planned to use poisonous smoke. After the poisonous smoke had exhausted the Jin soldiers, he would sneak into the military camp and cut off the heads of those Jin generals.

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At the top of Luoyan Peak on Mount Huashan, Qiu Chuji watched Hong Qi bury a large rooster that Hao Datong had bought from a nearby farmer with great difficulty in the soil under a large rock. He did not utter a word the entire time and did not show any surprise or doubt.

"Tonight is New Year's Eve, and I'm going to show you some of my skills as a beggar to open your eyes." Hong Qi sat on a big rock and smiled meaningfully.

"The Huashan giant centipede should taste really good, what a pity... It's hard to get any good dipping sauce in this cold winter." Qiu Chuji nodded. When he was young, he read martial arts novels and was curious about the taste of the giant centipede, whether it was really that good.

Hong Qi looked at Qiu Chuji in surprise: "I didn't expect that a little Taoist like you can eat!"

"The delicacies of the world are nothing more than 'mountain and sea delicacies'. Brother Hong is planning to make a pot of mountain delicacies, but unfortunately... this place is too far from the sea. Otherwise, you could get two sea fish to make soup, and it would surely taste even better." Qiu Chuji himself had never eaten sea fish, but as a time traveler, he really liked eating seafood.

"Then after we finish all the things, we will go to Peach Blossom Island to ask Brother Huang for food. I believe he will not treat us unfairly." Hong Qi said with a smile, and his relationship with Qiu Chuji became closer.

The same hobbies can always bring people closer together faster.

Pulling out the wine gourd from his waist, he handed it to Qiu Chuji: "Want a sip?"

Qiu Chuji took the wine gourd and took a sip. The wine tasted sour and astringent, and not strong enough, so it was just enough to get rid of the cold.

Of course, there are also wines with higher alcohol content in this era, but they are not very popular.

Hong Qi was a beggar and had no money to buy such good wine.

The two of them had a gourd of wine, and they drank it one sip at a time, while also chatting about some anecdotes in the martial arts world. Of course, most of the time it was Hong Qi who was talking and Qiu Chuji who was listening.

After all, although Qiu Chuji had nominally won the title of "number one in the world", his understanding of the world was still superficial.

Although Hong Qi's position as the leader of the Beggars' Sect was not very stable and the Clean Clothes Sect basically did not listen to him, he was still well-informed about news in the martial arts world.

Qiu Chuji was amazed by many secrets and anecdotes. Some strange people and events in the martial arts world made Qiu Chuji have a more concrete understanding of this world.

"Brother Hong! You, the Beggars' Sect, are well-informed. Do you know whether Gongsun Sheng, the Cloud Dragon who can use magic among the former Liangshan heroes, really has such magical powers?" Qiu Chuji asked Hong Qi.

He actually asked this question to Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying, but their answers were different.

Wang Chongyang explained it in Taoist terms, but in the end he neither admitted nor denied it. As for Lin Chaoying, she felt that it was just some tricks in the martial arts world. Gongsun Sheng just knew the weather changes in advance by observing the stars and clouds, and then borrowed the time. And this world was related to the 108 heroes of Liangshan Water Margin, which was something Qiu Chuji had confirmed long ago, so there was no need to ask others.

After all, Guo Jing's ancestor was Guo Sheng, one of the heroes of Liangshan.

Qiu Chuji was curious about this question because he wanted to know where the upper limit of this world is.

It is said that this is a world of low martial arts, but the low martial arts world may be the limitation of the world itself, or it may be the upper limit of martial arts theory, which has not yet been raised.

"This... I don't know either!" Hong Qi's eyes flickered. He was a smart man. Just by listening to Qiu Chuji's tone, he knew what he wanted to know.

If it were in the past, he would have told Qiu Chuji in no uncertain terms that it was most likely a trick of the martial arts world, but now... he couldn't say this. However, if he were to say that Gongsun Sheng's methods were really Taoist magic, then it would make the lives of those of them who were tirelessly pursuing the path of martial arts seem a bit ridiculous.

Hong Qi had no answer, and Qiu Chuji did not pursue the issue. He changed the topic and continued the conversation.

Two hours later, Hong Qi dug out a big rooster from under the soil. The rooster's body was almost covered with colorful centipedes, which made people's scalp tingle.

Hong Qi, however, collected all the big centipedes with a smile, and then threw the useless rooster into the valley.

"Let's go! This big rooster is full of centipede poison and cannot be eaten. But with these big centipedes, I guarantee that I will make you swallow your tongues tonight." Hong Qi said confidently.

Tonight is New Year's Eve. Master Wang Chongyang and his disciples, as well as Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qi and Jin Yanzi, have no plans to go down Mount Hua directly. In this case, they might as well spend New Year's Eve together to deepen their friendship.

Qiu Chuji then suggested on the spot that everyone should prepare a dish and then select the "best in the world".

This originally joking remark filled Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qi with great enthusiasm.

"You've been following me for half a day. What dishes do you plan to serve later?" Hong Qi asked Qiu Chuji on the way.

Qiu Chuji said: "I am going to cook a pot of rice, and Master should prepare steamed cakes!"

"That... is fine! We always need to eat!" Hong Qi said, touching the back of his head.

As the night deepened, inside the small Taoist temple, the chairs handmade by Huang Yaoshi were neatly arranged. The rice and steamed cakes steamed and cooked by Qiu Chuji, Wang Chongyang and his disciples were served on the table first. The steaming food made people feel very satisfied.

The master and his apprentice chose to give up, but Hao Datong, Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan still struggled for a while and took out three plates of pickles, which were quite delicious.

The next highlight will depend on Jin Yanzi, Hong Qi and Huang Yaoshi.

Hong Qi brought a pot of boiling water and performed how to boil centipedes on the spot. After changing the water several times, he peeled out the crystal clear centipede meat. It looked quite appetizing, but it still took some courage to eat it.

"Hmph! Unorthodox methods!" Huang Yaoshi, who was confident of victory, expressed disdain, and then placed several servings of delicious food kept warm in steamers on the table one by one.

He is the real expert, who knows everything well.

Seeing what Huang Yaoshi had done, Jin Yanzi was quite embarrassed when she served a large plate of roasted bird meat on the table. It smelled of meat and was probably smoked with pine needles, so it must have tasted quite good.

The dishes were served, everyone raised their glasses and started eating.

Hao Datong and the others were still a little hesitant. After seeing Qiu Chuji eating a centipede with one chopstick, a roasted bird with the other, and a bowl of broth cooked by Huang Yaoshi with great relish, and Wang Chongyang showing no reaction the whole time, they also gradually became "unbridled", not noticing that their own master saw it all and took it to heart.

Monk Dao Ji has a catchphrase: Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart, but few people pay attention to the next sentence: If people in the world try to imitate me, it would be like entering the path of evil.

Wang Chongyang tacitly approved of Qiu Chuji's breaking of the precepts because he recognized Qiu Chuji's practice and felt that he no longer needed to use the precepts to demand of himself, as he had already entered the process of asking himself the truth and asking the heaven and earth. However, Hao Datong, Wang Chuyi, and Liu Chuxuan were still at the starting point of practice. Keeping the precepts was not the goal; maintaining a righteous mind and not falling into the devil's way were the goals.

But no matter what, tonight... Wang Chongyang doesn't intend to spoil the fun.

He was also happy. His disciple had become the 'number one in the world', the Jin army was about to suffer a heavy blow, and Lin Chaoying's injuries would also be healed by Huang Yaoshi. Everything was moving in a good direction.

(End of this chapter)