Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Yue Shan hosted the dinner at an old restaurant called Juxianlou on East Street in the county town.

The restaurant has been open for several years; the storefront is small, but the interior is surprisingly spacious and charming.

Passing through the porch, there is a square courtyard with an old pomegranate tree growing in it. Under the tree, there are several square tables where a few old men sit together, drinking tea and playing chess, looking very relaxed.

He booked a private room on the second floor, by the window, with a view of the street.

When Chen Mo arrived, there were already three people sitting in the private room.

It was the same old man and two young men I had met that morning at the big mound: the old Taoist priest, Abbot Wang, and his two disciples.

Abbot Wang sat by the window, having changed into a clean gray Taoist robe. His hair was tied back up, and the wooden hairpin was polished to a shine.

He had a cup of tea in front of him and was slowly blowing on the tea foam. When he saw Yue Shan and his group enter, he put down the teacup and gave a slight bow.

"Captain Yue, thank you for the expense."

"Master Wang is too kind."

Yue Shan pulled out a chair and sat down, his tone much gentler than when they were at the cemetery that morning. "You came all this way and didn't even get a hot meal. It's my fault."

"Not at all." Abbot Wang waved his hand, his gaze passing over Yue Shan and landing on Chen Mo, who had followed in behind.

Chen Mo sat down across the table and looked up to meet Abbot Wang's gaze.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Abbot Wang, please forgive my offense this morning."

Before Abbot Wang could speak, his male disciple sitting to his left snorted and looked at Chen Mo with a hint of hostility.

He seemed to want to say something, but was silenced by a look from Abbot Wang.

The female disciple sitting to the right of Abbot Wang was much quieter. She glanced at Chen Mo with a calm gaze, showing no particular emotion.

"You're too kind, young friend." Abbot Wang smiled slightly, picked up his teacup and took a sip. "I didn't take what happened this morning to heart."

"That's good, that's good."

Chen Mo chuckled and picked up the teapot on the table to pour himself a cup of tea.

The dishes were served quickly.

Xianlou's dishes are authentic, all with the old flavors of Tianjin, such as braised carp, braised beef shank, stir-fried magnolia petals, and a bowl of hot and sour cuttlefish egg soup.

There were also several plates of seasonal drunken crab and eight-treasure sauce, filling the entire table.

Yue Shan also specially asked the owner to serve two jugs of Shaoxing wine.

The missing person case has been solved, and the atmosphere at the dinner table is very relaxed.

Yue Shan poured a cup of wine for Abbot Wang, and the two chatted about everyday things.

Chen Mo didn't say much, focusing on the food on the table. When he was almost done eating, he put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Abbot Wang, may I ask you something?"

Abbot Wang was drinking tea when he heard this and looked up at him. "Please speak, young friend."

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Chen Mo spoke casually, as if asking where to buy good food, "The quality has to be top-notch."

These words elicited varying reactions from the people at the table.

Yue Shan paused, holding his wine glass, and turned to look at Chen Mo with a scrutinizing gaze.

Abbot Wang put down his teacup, stroked his beard, and did not answer immediately.

Yue Shan spoke first, "What do you need this for?"

"Practice a martial art."

Chen Mo answered quickly, "I hadn't found a suitable place for a long time, and it had been dragging on for quite a while. Today I happened to run into Abbot Wang, and thinking that the old man was very knowledgeable, I just asked him casually."

"A cultivation method?" Yue Shan was clearly skeptical. "What kind of cultivation method do you need that requires superior malevolent energy?"

"Well—" Chen Mo scratched his head, giving a look that said, "It's a long story, so I won't go into details. You know what I mean."

Yue Shan stared at him for two seconds, his gaze sharp.

Nine out of ten cultivation techniques that require the use of malevolent energy are forbidden arts.

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