Chapter 72: Holding a lantern into the red dust

Holding an unlit lantern in his hand, Lu Zhao slowly lit up the wick.

Lu Zhao was walking on the path with a lantern in his hand, and the light of the lantern in his hand was shaking. However, in this bright moon in the sky, it couldn't shine too far. It was just like a big yellow orange in the air. After walking for a while, he looked up and glanced at the moon.

"This kid is so strange! It's obviously during the day, but he is carrying a lantern!"

"Yes, what lanterns should be carried during the day?"

"I don't understand this? He's a fool!"

Although these comments are very unpleasant, they can only enter Lu Zhao's ears and cannot enter his heart.

Lu Zhao's pace did not stop, but continued to move forward.

There are endless hawking sounds, such as these street stalls, which are small businesses and make some money in life. However, for ordinary citizens, it is a good choice.

With a slight glance, a steaming noodle shop entered Lu Zhao's eyes. The noodle seller was a middle-aged stall owner in his forties. He was a little fat and had a sparse beard. However, the middle-aged stall owner's face was very rosy. At this moment, he was wearing a white cloth apron on his waist, and he was holding a bowl of noodles mixed with egg pieces to five or six tables waiting for him.

His nose slightly turned, and Lu Zhao suddenly thought that since he left the Qianling Realm, he had not eaten anything for more than a week.

Egg noodles are a kind of food that evokes Lu Zhao's memories. When Lu Zhao was studying in Gendong Province, he basically came to the small noodle stall outside the school every morning to eat a bowl of hot noodles.

Looking at the noodle stall, Lu Zhao remembered the brothers in his university. They once went to KTV together all night, together...

It is a very beautiful thing for people to have memories, and as a god, Lu Zhao is no exception.

When you enter the Dijun realm, you have entered the stage of fasting. You only need to suck the incense energy every day to nourish the qi and blood. It doesn’t matter whether you eat or not.

Therefore, in recent times, Lu Zhao has been practicing asceticism every day, but it is really because the particles have not yet entered. Now that he smells the egg noodles, he reminds him of the egg noodle stall that once existed in college. Unfortunately, he has never returned to college once.

Almost a bystander, Lu Zhao walked a few steps with his lantern and came to the stall.

The shop owner who sold the noodles was obviously stunned. Seeing Lu Zhao dressed in a blind dress and carrying a lantern, his every move was full of inexplicable harmony. Although he could not guess Lu Zhao's identity, the middle-aged stall owner had a pair of eyes all year round and had learned a pair of eyes. He knew at a glance that the young man in front of him was probably not an ordinary person.

However, what does this have to do with him? Seeing Lu Zhao's gentle face, the middle-aged stall owner was also close to him. When he spoke, he was as polite as if he had already met him.

Sit down next to a small coffee table like a coffee table inside the cloth hood.

"Little brother, do you want rice noodles or egg noodles?" said the middle-aged stall owner with a smile.

Nodded, Lu Zhao said, "Give me a bowl of egg noodles."

"Hehe, little brother, wait." The middle-aged stall owner looked like this indeed. But it seems that in his stall, there is really nothing that can be placed on the table except these two.

Seeing the middle-aged stall owner bringing a bowl of egg noodles filled with fragrant and covered with chopped green onions to him, Lu Zhao finally couldn't help but ask, "Old man, what kind of incense is nearby?"

It seemed as if he knew what Lu Zhao was going to ask, but the middle-aged stall owner shook his head and said, "Little brother, in the current world, it is better to believe in yourself than to believe in God. You are young, even if you have vision problems, there is no need to become a monk!"

"Boss, I am not going to become a monk, I just want to go and watch incense sticks, hoping to see the light in the next life. If I don't ask for it, I don't even have any hope!"

A confused look appeared in his eyes, and the old man said, "The little brother's words are profound, but I can't fully understand uncle, but I understand it. You are asking for Buddha and the next life!"

With a calm smile, Lu Zhao said, "Uncle, what you said is not bad, I am just a momentary feeling."

"Haha." A middle-aged stall owner smiled again, "Little brother, I have tasted my egg noodles. I have been crafting for more than ten years. Can I see if this taste is appropriate?"

Nodding, Lu Zhao immediately picked up the chopsticks and slowly picked up the egg noodles. The slightly viscous soup showed a milky white color, and the strong fragrance of eggs came to his nose. When he looked at the noodle bowl again, several pieces of eggs had already floated on it.

It was not really impossible for Lu Zhao to see it. He still saw the enthusiasm of the middle-aged stall owner.

"A lovely person!" Lu Zhao said in his heart.

At this moment, Lu Zhao forgot his identity. At this moment, he was no longer the lord who was at its peak in the Chinese cultivation world, nor the Five-State Land King admired and worshipped by sentient beings. Now he is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person with a slightly hungry stomach.

When the noodles were in the mouth, they were fresh and smooth, and the smooth juice left a fresh fragrance in their throat. They fell reluctantly into the abdomen. A faint heat rose from the chest and abdomen, and slowly merged into the surrounding qi and blood. Perhaps it was an illusion, Lu Qing felt that his qi and blood were a little hot at this moment.

"How is it?" The middle-aged stall owner looked at Lu Qingdao with some anticipation.

A smile appeared on his face, and Lu Zhao said, "Uncle has good skills, and this bowl of egg noodles has evoked my memories."

"Haha" When the middle-aged stall owner heard this, a satisfied smile appeared on his slightly old face. The originally not very energetic eyes narrowed into a straight line, "As long as my brothers can be satisfied after eating, I have no other skills, I just have the ability to make egg noodles. Now, I am just satisfied with the wish of the diners."

"Uncle, have another bowl!"

"Okay." The stall owner responded quickly. The yellow rag in his hand smeared on Lu Zhao's table a few times. Little brother, eat slowly, if you don't have enough, I'll go first."

"Yeah!" Lu Zhao nodded and continued to lower his head to eat noodles.

When the middle-aged stall owner heard this, he smiled slightly on his face, and then slowly said, "I want to go to this temple with a prosperous incense, but to worship God?"

Lu Zhao smiled slightly, then shook his head and said, "I just want to travel, not believe in God. If the environment on the mountain is good, I might live in seclusion."

After hearing the answer, the middle-aged man's deep eyes shone with inexplicable brilliance. He looked at Lu Zhao deeply and said, "Little brother, this place is in the territory of Yuqiu. The mountains here stand here. Since ancient times, it has been the most famous mountains in the world. There are many spiritual traces in this area. Now in the troubled times, many people who have seen through the world have abandoned the wealth and glory of the world, love, hate and joy, and have traveled thousands of miles to go up to the fairy mountain to seek immortals and visit the Tao, praying to escape the suffering of birth, old age, sickness and death."
Chapter completed!