Chapter 87: Chapter 86: Just One Hundred Million.
Translator: 549690339
A woman came over holding a tray with three small bowls on it.
“Daoist Jingde, please have some porridge!”
A single line, inviting the Daoist to have porridge.
Made everyone’s hearts rejoice.
From Chairman Jingde’s expression just now, how could they not understand that he was blaming them for looking listless and slumping in their chairs?
Now that Miss Yang Ying is offering porridge, once Chairman Jingde drinks it, he should be like them, and everything should be fine, right?
“Thank you, Layman Yang Ying.”
Smelling the aroma, Elder Jingde couldn’t help but praise the porridge in his heart.
As he took the small bowl from the tray and was about to drink it directly, his movement was interrupted by a voice.
“Wait, Daoist Jingde, please sit down first!” Daoist Xuanqing said solemnly.
Upon hearing this,
A young shrine master next to the old Taoist priest hurriedly moved a chair over, “Chairman Jingde, Master Xuanqing is right, you should sit down and have the porridge.”
“Uh…”
Daoist Jingde hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down.
He looked at the porridge in the bowl.
Could it be that there was something wrong with this porridge, or was it that he had become old-fashioned and couldn’t keep up with the times, and now it was trendy to sit while drinking porridge?
“Daoist Ru Xiao, and this layman, you should sit down as well!”
Ru Xiao and the Baldy man exchanged glances. Since the Old Master was sitting down, there was no reason for them to keep standing.
Next,
Daoist Jingde, who was full of doubts in his heart, didn’t dare to drink much and only sipped a little from the small bowl.
Gurgle- The lower abdomen!
“Hiss-”
Daoist Jingde inhaled a cold breath, and then stood up, looking at the porridge in the bowl with a pained expression.
“Young friend Xuanqing, how should I… how should 1 even begin to scold you?” “Why would you use such a treasure to make porridge? It’s a waste of resources, a waste of resources-” Daoist Jingde lamented and shouted.
Everyone was startled by Daoist Jingde’s expression.
Ru Xiao, who was about to drink the porridge, was scared to take a sip at that moment. He tugged at the old Daoist’s sleeve and whispered, “Grandpa, what’s… what’s the situation with this porridge?”
“Sigh!”
Daoist Jingde sighed and then looked at the crowd, asking, “Did you all just feel extremely hot all over, sweating profusely, and have a swollen belly while also feeling refreshed?”
“Yes, Chairman, you’re absolutely right.”
“Yeah, after drinking the porridge, 1 couldn’t get up from the chair.”
The group of Taoists began to explain the situation one after another.
At this moment,
Daoist Jingde pointed at the porridge in the bowl and explained, “Do you all know what ingredients were used to make this porridge?”
Everyone shook their heads.
Seeing this scene,
Xuanqing was also extremely curious. Could it be that Daoist Jingde recognized the Spiritual Rice, and there was some secret in this world that he did not know?
The next moment,
“Ginseng, ten years a treasure, a hundred years a spiritual; in this porridge, at least one ginseng with several centuries of medicinal power was used.”
“Last time, my young friend sold me a ginseng, and 1 took a small section of its whiskers to soak in wine. The effect was just like this porridge.” Daoist Jingde sighed with emotion.
As soon as these words came out,
Everyone felt their eyelids twitch, and their hearts suddenly pounded.
“Centuries-old ginseng?”
“Hiss, 1 once saw a news story where a hundred-year-old ginseng sold for millions.”
“Master Xuanqing spent too much.”
“Yeah, according to Chairman’s statement, how much would this centuries-old ginseng be worth?”
Listening to the young Taoist priests in turn.
Eider Jingde stretched out a finger and explained, “One hundred million, let me tell you. Last time, 1 spent one hundred million to buy the spiritual ginseng from young friend Xuanqing.”
He was genuinely impressed.
Although he had been cultivating for most of his life and had become indifferent to many things, he still couldn’t bring himself to share the ‘centuries-old spiritual ginseng’ with others.
Even
In his heart, he even considered the idea of arranging a match between his granddaughter and this young friend Xuanqing to become Dao companions.
Such a mindset is rare in the world, no…not just rare, but unique to him alone.
At this moment.
Quiet!
The entire dining room was incredibly quiet.
One hundred million!!
The ginseng worth one hundred million was used to make porridge.
Even Yang Ying, who was making the porridge, was startled. She never imagined that the spiritual porridge she drank every week was made from ginseng hundreds of years old.
The young Taoist priests were also dumbfounded.
They couldn’t believe that the porridge they just drank was so precious. According to this price, didn’t their bowl of porridge cost millions?
Seeing everyone staring blankly,
Xuanqing couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile.
He thought Elder Jingde knew about the ‘Spiritual Rice,’ but it turned out he mistook it for porridge mixed with spiritual ginseng.
However,
He didn’t explain either. He couldn’t say that this thing was called Spiritual Rice, brought from the Journey to the West World, and planted by his disciple Fat Ya, could he?
“Everyone, don’t be like this, it’s just food.”
“It’s almost time for the Inheritance Temple Ceremony to begin. 1 have to go outside to give a sermon to the people. You might as well go and make some noise!”
Xuanqing clasped his hands towards everyone.
“I am poor, and I have nothing else to repay this precious spiritual porridge, so 1 can only go and support Friend Xuanqing.”
“I will assist Friend Xuanqing in grinding ink for writing!”
“Immeasurable Longevity and Fortune, I will chant for Friend Xuanqing and recite the scriptures!”
“Let’s go together, 1’11 help Friend Xuanqing with driving out evil spirits!”
Everyone’s hearts had been completely won over by the ‘small target’ porridge, and they were all clamoring to not only attend the ceremony but also to boost the atmosphere.
Seeing this scene,
Even the elderly Daoist Jingde couldn’t help but feel his blood boiling.
“Great! If young friend Xuanqing doesn’t mind, I will be a witness for your Inheritance Temple Ceremony!”
Elder Jingde stood up and said aloud.
“Please!”
Xuanqing’s face was filled with a smile, filled with joy in his heart.
The Inheritance Temple Ceremony represents the passing down of their lineage. Apart from worshiping heaven and notifying ancestors, it is a celebration for their fellow Daoists. Naturally, the livelier the better.
On the hillside.
In the center of the small square.
The crowd surged, rubbing shoulders and walking in close proximity. Everyone had their eyes fixed on the direction of the high platform.
Suddenly,
Boom-
A loud sound echoed as a giant copper bell was struck.
“Changling City, Liucheng County, Qingping Temple Inheritance Ceremony… officially begins.” The host, holding a microphone, shouted aloud.
“Next, let’s welcome Inheritor Daoist Xuanqing, Witness Daoist Jingde, Temple Master Xuanjing, Temple Master Xuanming, and Temple Master Xuanling…to worship heaven and pray for ancestors!”
The ceremony didn’t last long, only a few minutes, but it was very interesting.
Over the years, the development of Taoism has accumulated a complete set of procedures that are not only entertaining but also showcase the cultural heritage of Taoism..
