Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Front yard. Chen Mo brought his younger brother, seventeen-year-old Chen Zui, to Baoyang Temple. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xie Lingya helping sell pastries in the front yard. He quickly pulled Chen Zui, who was looking around, “Wait a minute, I’ll go say hello to Teacher Xie.”
Colleagues in Chen Mo’s company agreed that the famous gangster and Atheist Chen Mo’s character had improved a lot since he suffered a loss in Baoyang Temple. He used to look wary when walking on the street, eager to find trouble even at traffic lights.
In fact, Chen Mo also learned a lot from his mistakes. He could easily get into trouble if he didn’t speak well. In the past, it was just a matter of provoking people. But where would he cry if he offended a god?
As for Chen Zui himself, he was in his third year of high school. When Chen Mo said he would bring him to burn incense and pray for him, he found it a bit funny. However, first of all, he was not as fond of arguing as Chen Mo was before, and secondly, Baoyang Temple had also become quite famous in their school recently, and many classmates had followed suit and had tea here. It was just that he couldn’t help but wonder how his brother was brainwashed, inside.
“Teacher Xie, are you busy?” Chen Mo said. During this period, Xie Lingya mainly worked in the backyard and he rarely saw him in the front.
“Chen Mo, weren’t you working overtime today?” Xie Lingya also replied, “You missed it. I just rolled out this pastry and told everyone about its origin. We just finished talking and you’re late.”
Chen Mo took a look at the pastry. It said “Baoyang Temple” on the front and “Yangchun White Ice Cream” on the back, which was very consistent with the temperament of Taoism. “Then I have to try it. Is there anymore?”
“Wait, I’ll get it for you.” Xie Lingya was in a good mood, because the sales were good, and there were already a lot of people coming on weekends. They heard they had pastries, and a lot of people ordered them out of a desire to try them out, especially since he told good stories. A plate only cost thirty, and most people at the same table ordered it together.
Chen Mo waved to Chen Zui, “Come here.”
Chen Zui walked over and saw that his brother greeted the volunteers here skillfully, poured hot water and made tea, and then Xie Lingya also brought over Yangchun White ice cream.
“Is this your brother? He looks a lot like you.” Xie Lingya asked. Because Chen Mo came frequently, although he was a little unhappy at first, Chen Mo turned out to be pretty good, so Xie Lingya simply sat down and had a chat with him.
“Yes, my brother is a senior in high school and will take the college entrance examination next semester.” Chen Mo replied, “The test results are not very satisfactory, so I brought him to offer incense to Emperor Wenchang.”
Chen Mo now also had some understanding of Taoist gods, Baoyang Temple’s side hall was dedicated to Emperor Wenchang[1]. Emperor Wenchang was in charge of fame and fortune, and all ancient students worshiped him. Although Emperor Wenchang was not the main deity of Baoyang Temple, Chen Mo was a die-hard fan of Baoyang Temple and would not go to other Wenchang temples to worship and came here directly.
Chen Mo and Xie Lingya were chatting. Chen Zui thought that Xie Lingya was some kind of layman, so he didn’t pay much attention to it. He took a photo of the plate of Yangchun White ice cream and sent it to Moments to prove that he also came to Baoyang Temple to check in, then started eating it.
Although it looked ordinary, just like ordinary pastries, it tasted pretty good in the mouth. The sweet taste was different from the greasy pastries that were heavily added with sugar. It was very natural, especially since Chen Zui had no appetite and only ate one piece of bread at noon. This pastry was light but quite appetizing.
Chen Zui took a sip of pastry and a sip of hot tea. He was half full and still didn’t feel tired. Looking at the tables next to them, many had also ordered pastries, which were suitable for both men and women of all ages.
He didn’t know that in addition to its versatile taste, the raw materials of this Yangchun White ice cream include yam and poria, which were actually very good for the elderly and children.
Maybe it was not the type that was amazing in appearance on the first bite, but after eating it too much, one would come to realize its various advantages. It went very well with tea. In fact, this pastry had indeed become the most stable selling pastry in the future.
Even for those who pursued uniqueness, its handcrafting, historical origins, and production in Taoist temples were enough to satisfy everyone’s psychological needs.
For example, even people like Chen Zui could take photos and check in.
At this time, Chen Zui opened his circle of friends again and saw that he had received dozens of likes and several comments.
This was rare. Chen Zui clicked on new comments and found that most of them were female classmates and female friends.
“Isn’t this the Baoyang Temple? Who is opposite you?”
“Didn’t you say that your brother will take you out today? Damn, that’s your brother?”
“I announced that I am Chen Zui’s sister-in-law.”
“That’s not right, that one seems to be the boss of Baoyang Temple? I’ve heard rumors before that if you go to Baoyang Temple, you can catch a handsome Taoist priest, but if you’re lucky, you can still see this one.”
“My best friend said this morning that Baoyang Temple has snacks. Why are you having snacks with a handsome guy! [I like it so much] Wait for me, I’ll come too!!”
“I’ll be there soon [so happy].”
….
Chen Zui looked at it and was a little confused. What’s wrong with these people? They seem to have fallen into some kind of fanaticism just like his brother.
He took the pastry photos parallel to the table, so the people and buildings on the opposite side were also included in the photo. In the photo, Teacher Xie was sitting lazily on a wicker chair, with his fingers on his chin, chatting with his brother with a slight smile on his face. But as a straight man, Chen Zui didn’t feel very involved in the carnival in the comment section.
But looking at what these people meant, Teacher Xie was known to some extent by some people, but these people didn’t know much about him, and it was all rumors in the world.
“Uniform response, this is not my brother, but my brother’s friend. His name is Teacher Xie. I don’t know if he is a volunteer or a boss.” Chen Zui replied and then closed the interface.
After eating the pastries, Xie Lingya took them to the Wenchang Hall. “The statue of Emperor Wenchang has just been replaced.”
Chen Zui looked around absently as he walked. When he came out of the back door of the main hall, he stumbled his feet on the high threshold and he actually fell down.
“Chen Zui, are you okay?” Chen Mo quickly helped his brother up, only to see him grinning and lifting his cropped pants, it seemed he had broken the skin on his knees.
Chen Mo immediately said excitedly: “Teacher Xie, he’s bleeding. Can you use a hemostatic spell?”
Chen Zui was panicked. Damn, he was still chanting a spell. His brother had probably gone crazy. He agreed to come and offer incense just for fun, but chanting a spell was too weird. He immediately said frantically: “No, no, no… I don’t!”
Chen Mo looked at him disapprovingly.
Xie Lingya glanced at Chen Zui and said, “Help him go to the back. I’ll call Brother Hai over.”
“Wait, I said I don’t want it!” Chen Zui thought it was over. What kind of evil Taoist temple was this? It was so intimidating. They won’t let him drink any fragrant gray water or talisman water later, right? His brother was probably brainwashed!
Was that Brother Hai the brains here? Chen Zui suddenly imagined a lot of terrifying scenarios. With a look of horror on his face, he looked around, looking for someone to ask for help. Will anyone believe him? Isn’t everyone brainwashed or thinking that they are doing housework? He and his brother look very much alike!
Xie Lingya looked at him inexplicably, “You don’t want the doctor, so do you want to make some saliva for yourself?”
Chen Zui: “I…ah?”
Chen Zui looked embarrassed, and then he realized that he had preconceived ideas and thought that his brother had been brainwashed. And Xie Lingya was a charlatan, and they also mentioned some spells and the like. Unexpectedly, “Brother Hai” was a doctor…
“Does your brother have any dissatisfaction with Chinese medicine? But he also uses modern methods for disinfection and bandaging.” Xie Lingya asked Chen Mo. He also thought that the child might have misunderstood and still wanted to recite the spell, but that was wrong. When had their Taoism forced (emphasis on) Amway? No matter how poor you are, we won’t do this!
Sometimes in the Taoist temple, some patients blindly prayed to God, and he would persuade them to go to the clinic behind for treatment.
Chen Mo didn’t know either. Looking at Chen Zui’s stupid look, he said, “Don’t worry about him, please trouble Dr. Hai.”
Then, Hai Guanchao came over with the medical kit. It looked like the wound was not deep, and there was no dirt on it. He didn’t need tetanus, so he just used a disinfectant pack.
Chen Zui was thinking too much, so he lowered his head and played with his mobile phone in embarrassment.
There were many more comments in the circle of friends: “What?? Teacher Xie? My heart is broken!”
“How can he call him this name? I’m crying, I won’t go.”
“I’m broken in love.”
“I can’t accept it. Thank you for being honest, you can’t.”
“?” Chen Zui scrolled up and found that he had made a typo before, and replied as if he was angry, “Are you poisonous?? I just beat the teacher into being honest. You are so superficial!”
The comment area fell into a carnival again:
“Ah, I can fall in love again.”
“Pick up the bag I packed and go to drink tea superficially^ ^”
….
Brother Chen Mo went to pay homage to Wang Lingguan after offering incense to Emperor Wenchang, then left. Of course, Chen Zui later received a lot of condemnation, because Xie Lingya did not appear in the front yard after they left. People who went to Baoyang Temple after hearing the news only saw Daochang Zhang being forced to hold the cakes and pose for photos, but the cakes were still good.
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[1] Emperor Wencheng of Northern Wei (July or August 440 – 20 June 465), Han name Tuoba Jun, Xianbei name Wulei was an emperor of the Xianbei-led Northern Wei dynasty of China.