Chapter 76: Fundraising

In a trance, it was New Year's Eve.

The ground was too cold, Lin Jue pulled Fuyao's meditation cushion over, sat cross-legged in the room, and Fuyao stood beside him staring at him.

What he held in his hand was a piece of wooden branch.

Calming his mind and focusing, he lowered his head and stroked, and an invisible magic power was attached to the wooden branch, and he threw it out casually.

Fuyao was instinctively attracted by it, and immediately turned his head to look over.

Fortunately, it didn't rush over to pick it up.

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Then Lin Jue stared at the wooden branch, lowered his head and recited silently.

He muttered a few obscure incantations in his mouth.

"Whoosh..."

The wooden branch rolled on the ground.

"Woo?"

The fox immediately turned its head and stared at the wooden branch.

The incantation in Lin Jue's mouth changed.

The wooden branch rushed to the sky.

With a series of rapid and obscure incantations, the wooden branch moved horizontally left and right in the air, spinning.

"..."

The wooden branch finally fell to the ground.

Lin Jue also breathed a sigh of relief.

During this period of time, he didn't spend much thought on this spell. After all, he was still learning alchemy, but he learned it intermittently.

This "Curse Control" is not difficult to get started.

What is difficult is to master it proficiently.

Because this Curse Control mainly relies on incantations to control objects, there are many different incantations in the middle, playing different roles. If you want the object to be continuously driven, you need to chant incantations continuously, and if you want the object to do whatever you want, you must be very proficient in incantations, and the speed of speech must be very fast, which requires long-term practice.

And in Lin Jue's view, this spell actually has two drawbacks:

One is that it cannot control objects at will. It cannot be said that if you see a stone, a tree branch, or a sword at someone's waist on the road, you can control it if you want, but you need to hold it in your hand first, attach a specific magic power to it, and then you can control it with incantations.

The other is that it requires continuous chanting.

Like the bald sorcerer encountered before, he had already learned this spell very proficiently, but he still chose to hide and manipulate it. If you want to practice to the point where you can chant incantations and control objects while fighting with others, I don't know how much effort it will take. And no matter how proficient you are, you have to be distracted.

Therefore, Lin Jue didn't spend much energy on it.

At this time, when he came back to his senses, the little fox he raised stood in front of him, tilting its head and staring at him.

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Those clear eyes were full of doubts.

Lin Jue thought it was surprised by the spell he learned or the wooden stick that could fly by itself, or it was interested in that piece of wooden branch, but saw it lower its head, looking at the meditation cushion he was sitting on, and then stretched a long leg to put it on it, and then continued to raise its head and stare at himself.

By the way, tilt its head.

"Oh..."

Only then did Lin Jue get up and return the meditation cushion to it.

Just right, the sound of calling Shixiong came from outside.

In the deep mountain Daoist temple, a peculiar fragrance came out of the kitchen.

This is the taste of a variety of spices combined, plus more than half an hour of stewing, the oil and water stimulate the meat aroma, which is very attractive.

Several Shixiong couldn't help but turn their heads frequently, casting their eyes into the kitchen, but they couldn't leave at this time.

Then he saw the Third Shixiong pinching a boat-shaped dough, vaguely seeing the stuffing inside, his face showing doubt, looking left and right at the two Shixiong who were pinching the dough skin and picking the stuffing with chopsticks, and comparing it with the sample Lin Jue put in the basket, and asked Lin Jue:

"Shidi, is it like this?"

"Not much difference." Lin Jue said while rolling the dough skin. "Almost okay."

"That's fine."

Only then did the Third Shixiong put it on the basket.

Everyone turned their heads to look at each other, learning and referring to each other. The dumplings in the basket were getting more and more, and they changed to a winnowing basket to hold them.

This time, even Daoist Yunhe was pulled over, squinting his eyes and looking carefully at the wrapping.

Whether it was the dumplings in Lin Jue's mouth or the matter of wrapping dumplings, they all felt novel, but they trusted Lin Jue very much and did whatever he said.

Slowly the sky darkened.

The kitchen was filled with jumping firelight, casting the shadow of the Little Shimei who was burning the fire on the wall. As Lin Jue lifted the pot lid, the heat suddenly rose and was illuminated by the firelight into bright yellow.

A large pot of water in the pot was full of dumplings.

Lin Jue scooped them up with a melon ladle.

"End it out."

Lin Jue said to the Little Shimei, while he cleaned the pot, scooped a few ladles of water into it, and waited for it to be heated by the residual temperature in the stove, so that it would be easy to wash the bowls later, and then walked out of the kitchen.

The sky outside was not completely dark.

Just out of the door, he saw the residual light in the sky, the ancient pine in the courtyard stood tall, the Seventh Shixiong was stepping on a stool and carrying a lantern, chanting a few incantations, and the lantern lit up with a light like dusk, and then hung it on the tree.

Looking through the front of the main hall, you can directly see the dining hall, where the lights are bright and the heat is rising.

The Third Shixiong is moving wine.

The Little Shimei ran over to call him.

The Seventh Shixiong also called him after hanging the lantern.

The New Year flavor on this cold mountain is not thin.

Lin Jue went over and sat down.

On the table were braised chicken, duck, and pig head meat, roasted smelly mandarin fish, and steamed knife-board incense, all cut neatly, and dumplings just out of the pot, with heat rising. Rice wine was poured into the bowl, bubbles rose, the lights flickered, and all the Daoists had smiles on their faces. In this deep mountain with heavy wind and snow, there was actually such fireworks.

"Never seen such a rich New Year's meal!" The Third Shixiong said happily. "Master should have recruited a cook as a disciple long ago!"

"What did you eat on New Year's Eve before?" Lin Jue asked.

"Ate these before too." The Third Shixiong said.

"Boiled in plain water." The Seventh Shixiong said.

"Alas, I don't know what kind of bitter days I lived before. I was self-proclaimed as casual at that time, thinking that the mountain was like this, and didn't feel bitter." The Third Shixiong shook his head and sighed.

"Eat, eat, eat..."

The Daoists moved their chopsticks one after another.

The first chopstick, of course, poked at the dumplings on the plate, after all, this was something they had worked on.

There are also a few seasonal vegetables in the cold winter season, Lin Jue took them to make stuffing, or mixed with meat or added eggs, plus the stuffing made of pickled vegetables in the jar, each has its own flavor.

The second chopstick is braised meat.

"Oh my!"

Multiple pairs of wide-eyed eyes.

These Daoists have never eaten such delicacies in the mountains, and have never known that meat can be cooked like this. Even if they go down the mountain, it is not easy to eat such a flavor of food, and for a while, they almost forgot to drink.

No one praised, the whole room was swallowing.

Even the well-informed Daoist Yunhe ate half full before stopping his chopsticks and having the leisure to speak:

"Another year has passed..."

"How old is Master?"

"The mountain is deep and I feel no cold or heat, people are old and have no heart to count the years. At our age, anyway, one year less for every year, why count it?"

"Oh..."

"By the way, since you don't go home, then this year's Lantern Festival in the city, Lao Qi, you take the two Shidi and Shimei to stroll around, and also make two new robes."

"Understood."

"There is also serious business."

"What's the matter?"

"Isn't it what I said before, the Fourth Aunt of Scissors Peak has achieved success in cultivation, merits are complete, and she is going to become a god."

Daoist Yunhe said and paused:

"Originally, it was still a few years away, but before following you to catch mice and eliminate monsters down the mountain and find back the money, she accumulated some popularity. Later, the Shenjun investigated the monster matter and also invited the descendants of the Fourth Aunt to inquire. It is said that they were also invited to help clear the mouse spirits in the city. Originally, only a little merit was missing, and now these merits are also complete, and there are good words from the Shenjun, so it was advanced by several years."

"Hmm..."

"Becoming a god requires a temple, and the Fourth Aunt wants to build a temple under Scissors Peak for people to worship. But you also know that they have never touched the money of the mortal world." Daoist Yunhe said to the Seventh Shixiong, "This money must be donated by the people. I thought about it, and only you can be handed over."

"Speaking of which, last time the Third Shixiong went to beg the Fourth Aunt, let her descendants help us in the city, the fish they wanted was still caught by me in the small stream in the mountain, and it took three days to gather enough."

"Then eat two more pieces of meat."

"Alas..."

The Seventh Shixiong sighed, as if he knew that only he was the same.

However, at this moment, this little triviality is nothing, and he soon forgot about it.

Only heard the Third Shixiong accusing someone of wrapping a dough, the Sixth Shixiong said it was the First Shixiong, the First Shixiong denied it, and everyone began to suspect, and the Shixiong friendship faced a huge challenge.

Such a harmonious atmosphere made Lin Jue trance for a while.

For a moment, there was a feeling that it would be quite good to continue like this.

However, thinking of the tradition of Fuqiu Temple and the increasingly poor health of Daoist Yunhe, I know that this is destined to have an end, and I can't help but sigh in my heart.

A glance at the corner of his eye, the one who was in a trance was not just him.

There is also the Little Shimei sitting opposite.

When she was at home, if she ate New Year's Eve dinner, I don't know if a girl like her could get on the table. In any case, no matter what, it is impossible to be as free as this Daoist temple that doesn't care about men and women. Moreover, whether it is Daoist Yunhe or the Shixiong, they take extra care of the two little ones.

It is normal to be in a daze.

"Dong dong dong..."

In the deep mountains, there was another knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

The Third Shixiong's expression was normal, and he immediately got up to check. After a while, he came back and said with a smile: "Many Yaoguai in the mountain, smelling the strange fragrance in our Daoist temple tonight, came to ask for some food."

The expression remained normal while speaking.

As if he had long been used to it.

Then he took some meat out to give to that one.

This is life in the mountain.

Waking up from sleep, it is a new year.

Mount Yishan in the snow is truly like an ice and snow fairyland. It is a pity that the materials for the Second Shixiong's Many Yaoguai-Walking Pill are hard to find, and he cannot eat it openly. Otherwise, Lin Jue's practice of the method of taking food is now successful, and there are no side effects after eating. I can't imagine how carefree it would be to walk and jump in such a mountain.

However, Lin Jue often goes out, finds a stone mountain in the mountain to practice, refines a bottle of spiritual liquid every seven days, divides it into three parts, and takes the Little Shimei and the fox to water the tree.

Soon it was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Lin Jue wrapped sweet rice balls, cooked fermented glutinous rice, beat poached eggs, and several Senior Brothers ate while in a daze, couldn't help but recall the scenery of previous years.

Just went down the mountain after eating.

"Donkey Shixiong, oh Donkey Shixiong, have to trouble you again. If there is extra money, I will definitely let you eat a good meal again."

The Seventh Shixiong stroked the donkey's neck.

The donkey was just silent.

Then called Lin Jue and the Little Shimei to go down the mountain.

Passing by the hot spring, Lin Jue habitually asked if the monster was still there, but there was no response, so he continued to go to the city.

"Monsters mostly want to become gods, but seeking the orthodox incense divine Dao, how can crooked ways work? Like the monster in the city, stealing money to build temples, using money to buy faith, let alone not succeeding, even if it succeeds, it is difficult to get recognition from heaven, it is just an evil god. Even if it luckily deceives the pass and gets recognition, it will sooner or later fall into the evil way." The Seventh Shixiong said while walking, "Temples must be donated by the people voluntarily. The more people who donate, the better. This kind of thing still depends on me."

"What does Shixiong plan to do?"

Lin Jue only knew that he made a flag, that is, he wrote about the matter of raising funds to build a temple for the fellow Daoists of Scissors Peak with cloth, but didn't know how he planned to raise it.

Is it going to ask door to door?

"Did you forget what Shixiong learned?" The Seventh Shixiong looked at him, "Since it is the funding for building a god temple, naturally it is requested from the people uprightly. It just so happens that there are many people at the lantern festival tonight."

"Oh..."

Lin Jue suddenly realized.

Ask for monthly tickets. ===== CHAPTER 77 =====