Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 129 Li Gefei: Daughter, explain yourself clearly, what exactly is Dongpo Pork? [Seeking monthly votes]

Zhou Yi replied to Gongsun Da Niang with a received emoji:

"Tell Chen Tang not to go back today. I'll bring you to the city tomorrow to raid a den of evil cultivators. I'll explain the details when I get back."

After sending the message, Zhou Yi said to the blind man:

“We’ve already chosen a candidate. Let’s not delay. I think tomorrow will be fine. You keep that director in check, and I’ll take charge of destroying the dojo and formations in the mall.”

The blind man could hardly believe it:

"Do you have reliable manpower?"

Zhou Yi picked up a large shrimp, put it in his bowl, and took a bite:
"I found a few friends, and with walkie-talkies, we can coordinate with each other. There shouldn't be any major problems."

The task of destroying the formation will be left to Chen Tang. If Huo Qubing comes, then the two of them will work together... The Marquis of Champion and Brother Tang are fighting together. This Yin God is treated better than the Xiongnu Chanyu. He can be said to have enjoyed an extraordinary way of dying.

As for the yin energy, Wu Zetian was instructed to designate the Golden Sun Shopping Mall as a blessed land. The blessed land would quickly dispel the yin energy completely, and even the yin energy in the underground parking garage would improve.

If anyone tries to obstruct the process, leave it to Gongsun Da Niang, who has nowhere to vent her energy, and leave the scolding to Li Qingzhao.

Everyone has a task, but it's a pity for the eldest disciple. He has to stay at Hunyuan Palace tomorrow and can't go out and broaden his horizons.

Zhou Yi quickly devised a plan in his mind... With the help of ancient masters, there was no need to call on his peers for assistance; he could simply take on the task himself.

The blind man's hand, which was holding the teacup, trembled slightly.
"Really?"

"I don't have the habit of boasting. Unless I really cultivate a Yin God, my people can definitely destroy the formation above."

The blind man stopped drinking his tea and began explaining the layout of the eighteenth floor:

"There are two stairwells on either side of the elevator on the 18th floor, each containing a shrine. These are used to intercept yang energy. Just kick them down; there's no special technique. But after you kick them down, you must get to room 1847 as quickly as possible. The evil cultivator's formation is inside. That door shouldn't be able to stop you. I won't go into details. Once inside, destroy the formation in sync with the people on the 32nd floor. Take everything down. Then, within two hours, clean up the yin energy inside."

Zhou Yi continued eating his rice:

"What about the thirty-second floor?"

"It's similar to the 18th floor. First, kick over the shrine in the corridor, then break open room 3247, and dismantle the formation at the same time. It's not too difficult. After you've finished, remember to go to the rooftop. There's a small temple there... Destroying the mountain and the temple will do you good deeds, so just demolish it."

After assessing the entire process using the I Ching, it was found to be simpler than expected.

Although other factors may arise, as long as we maintain communication with the group on the 32nd floor, everything will be fine.

Just in case, Zhou Yi even took out some copper coins to divine the future, confirming that tomorrow's actions would be very auspicious before he could finally relax.

The blind man nearly spat out his tea when he heard the sound of copper coins being thrown.

"You're dismantling a cult's altar and then divining its fate? You have absolutely no youthful impulsiveness or hot blood."

Zhou Yi was unfazed by his mockery:
"Better safe than sorry... By the way, if we do this tomorrow, the mall's business should turn around. Is there any reward?"

The blind man was defeated by the I Ching once again:
"Aren't you supposed to be doing good deeds? Why are you still thinking about money?"

"These are two different things. Besides, Hunyuan Palace still has a deficit of at least tens of millions. I can't afford not to make money as soon as possible."

The blind man muttered:
"This isn't your grandfather's fault. All the building materials were custom-made. Hunyuan Palace isn't some ordinary little temple; even its foundation is made of magical artifacts... I'll talk to the mall about the money. Tomorrow at 11 a.m., you just need to bring your people to the Golden Sun underground parking garage."

Zhou Yi spat out a shrimp shell:
"Make our move at noon?"

"Yes, the yang energy is at its peak at noon, which is a good time to get started."

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the two left the private room. When the blind man paid the bill, Zhou Yi glanced at the receipt and realized that the meal had cost nearly five figures. Suddenly, he felt that the four dishes were no longer appealing.

The blind man took a black membership card from his pocket, handed it to the service staff to swipe, and then led Zhou Yi out of the Heavenly Guesthouse.
"You drive back, I'll take a taxi. Remember to call me if anything happens."

Zhou Yi nodded, opened the door of the Wuling car, drove away from Renmin Road, turned into a time-honored fried chicken shop, tried all kinds of fried chicken, bought a few cups of iced cola and hamburgers, packed them up and drove to Yunwu Town.

Meanwhile, in the world of Emperor Zhezong of the Northern Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao was having dinner at home.

Li Gefei asked:
"Does the Immortal's Cave have food?"

Li Qingzhao placed a piece of fried tofu into her bowl and said:

"Yes, on the day my daughter went there, she ate Dongpo pork with Li Bai and Wu Zetian."

These names left Li Gefei momentarily speechless. After a long pause, he finally asked:

"Dong... what is that meat?"

As Su Shi's favorite student, he couldn't accept for a while that his master's name was associated with food.

Li Qingzhao said:
"Cut the pork into large chunks and stew it with rice wine and sugar. That's roughly how it's done. When Sister Meiniang told me, I was so excited that I didn't remember clearly... It's said that when Master was demoted to Huangzhou, he came up with this method to encourage people to eat pork, but the specifics are unknown. There are many dishes named after Master at Immortal Master's place. Besides Dongpo pork, there are also Dongpo elbow, Dongpo spare ribs, Dongpo tofu, and many other kinds."

When his mentor was mentioned, Li Gefei sighed:

"Your master was over sixty years old when he was demoted to Danzhou. Last year, he wrote to me saying that Danzhou has oysters, which are extremely delicious when grilled in their shells over charcoal... My master loved food all his life, and I don't know if I will ever see him again in this life." Danzhou is now Hainan Island. In the Song Dynasty, being demoted to Lingnan was already a desolate and harsh place. Danzhou was even worse than Lingnan, with poisonous insects everywhere and pirates running rampant. Every time you crossed the sea, you were gambling with your life.

Among the officials of the Song Dynasty, Su Shi was rather unfortunate. He belonged to the old party, but he also disapproved of the old party's behavior of framing the new party when they were in power, so he was disliked by both sides.

The so-called loyalty is not absolute, which means absolutely disloyal. Su Shi was not tolerated by the old party and had ideological conflicts with the new party, so he naturally became the punching bag for both sides.

Regardless of whether the old party is in power or the new party comes to power, we must drag out our old friend Su and give him a good beating from both sides.

He was demoted throughout his life, and his footprints covered almost the entire territory of the Song Dynasty. Fortunately, the Liao Dynasty and the Northeast were not under the Song Dynasty at that time, otherwise Su Dongpo might have been demoted to the Northeast to see the old forests.

In that case, perhaps the iron pot stew of Northeast China would become Dongpo stew... The bold and unrestrained Northeast stew would suddenly have a more cultural flavor.

Li Qingzhao didn't know how to answer her father's question.

She read the history books and learned that her master had only two years left to live. In the second year of Emperor Huizong's reign, a general amnesty was granted, and Su Shi was able to return to the mainland from Danzhou. He headed north to return to the capital, but died of illness just as he arrived in Changzhou.

Normally, the father would not be able to see the master anymore.

But since she had managed to curry favor with a deity, it wasn't too late... Li Qingzhao hadn't heard her father make any requests, so now that he wanted to see her master, she would try to fulfill his wish.

After reading about her own life, the once arrogant and domineering woman of the Song Dynasty, who had spent her entire life criticizing everything and everyone, has become more gentle and loves her family more.

Her father left the capital due to political infighting and never returned, and she, as his daughter, never properly fulfilled her filial duties. Her younger brother was taciturn and not good with words, but when she was deceived in her marriage, he ran around in Hangzhou, saying countless kind words and smiling countless times to help his troublesome sister avoid imprisonment.

Now that we can start over, we must never let these tragedies happen again.

While we were eating, a servant came to report:

"Reporting to Master, the steward of the Prince Duan's residence just delivered a pair of Ru porcelain vases, saying that he hopes to have time to listen to the Osmanthus Fairy preach."

Li Gefei put down his chopsticks and asked:
"What about others?"

"They left their things and left; we couldn't stop them."

Li Hang shoveled a mouthful of porridge into his bowl and asked in a low voice:

"Could it be that my sister struck his servant with lightning and killed him, and he's here specifically to seek revenge?"

Li Gefei thought it didn't seem like it:
"I've never seen anyone send lavish gifts before seeking revenge. It's said that although Prince Duan is idle and lazy, he is extremely skilled in painting and calligraphy, and also enjoys listening to stories of immortals. He aspires to become an immortal, but this matter..."

Since it concerned the gods, he dared not make a decision and instead looked to Li Qingzhao.

Li Qingzhao dared not agree rashly:

"I can go see the Immortal tomorrow. I will bring the two bottles with me and leave everything to the Immortal's decision."

Li Gefei nodded:
"That would be best. When you go to the immortal's place, don't act like you're at home. Be more alert and avoid getting into arguments with others."

Li Qingzhao gave a bitter smile:
"Now, besides Li Bai and Sister Meiniang, the only people around you are Gongsun Da Niang, Chen Tang, and Huo Qubing. They are all famous people who lived before me. No matter how bold I am, I would never dare to put on airs in front of them."

These names filled Li Gefei with longing:

"If I could sit down and have a meal with them, I would have no regrets even if I died!"

The next morning, Li Qingzhao took the precious vase given to her by Prince Duan and a thank-you note written by her father, Li Gefei, bid farewell to her family, and disappeared into the courtyard. Li Gefei, watching this, pinched his thigh repeatedly, feeling as if he were dreaming.

As soon as Li Qingzhao appeared in the Wenxuanwang Hall of Hunyuan Palace, Li Bai's voice rang out beside her:

"Oh, Sister Qingzhao, you're here so early too."

Li Qingzhao turned around and said with a smile:

"I was so eager to try the immortal's cooking that I rushed over at daybreak, afraid of missing the meal."

Li Bai said:

"Sister Gongsun came yesterday, also because she was craving Master's cooking."

The two bowed to the statue of Confucius and left the Wenxuan King Hall. As soon as they arrived at the courtyard, they saw a shirtless man practicing boxing. His muscles were bulging, and he looked very good at reasoning.

Li Qingzhao looked at Li Bai and asked softly:

"Who is this person?"

"This is General Zigong, who shouted 'We will punish him no matter how far away he is'... Greetings, General Zigong. When did you arrive?"

Chen Tang put away his fist and said with a smile:

“I came yesterday, intending to take a shower, have something to eat, and maybe bring a couple of bottles of wine over to share with Lao Gan. But then my husband said he was going to the city today to raid some shady cult den, so I stayed overnight.”

Upon hearing that they were going to destroy the evil cultivators' hideout, Li Qingzhao and Li Bai exchanged an excited glance... Haha, I never thought I would be able to participate in the legendary mountain felling and temple destruction. This trip was definitely worth it!
(End of this chapter)