Chapter 2294 - 1913: Cold Without Warmth

Chapter 2294: Chapter 1913: Cold Without Warmth

The rain outside started pattering down again.

Daoist Qingyun and Wuwei were practicing with their phones in the hotel, and after a while, both sighed deeply.

The scolding words at Wuwei’s lips paused, and he swallowed them back.

At this moment, he was full of frustration staring at his lagging master, wanting to say something but relying heavily on the other for good food and drink.

Alas! One must respect their master and uphold the teachings, no bullying of the master and betrayal of ancestors!

But food is the original sin, unforgivable even by The Three Pure Ones...

He hesitated for a long time, finally grabbing onto a sore point:

"Master, it seems like you’ve gained weight."

Daoist Qingyun was shocked!

He quickly took out a mirror from his pocket and looked left and right; the small square mirror was intricately designed, its lens of excellent quality, reflecting a clear and undistorted image.

Because of this, the slightly rounded face inside was particularly glaring.

It’s not that being fat is bad, but Daoist Qingyun’s character cannot just gain weight casually!

Whether looking slender and ethereal like a Daoist, or having the deity-like appearance of True Master Taiyi from Demon Child Nezha, isn’t this obvious to the naked eye?

Don’t say that practitioners don’t care about outward appearances—

Not caring about outward appearances is fine, but when everyone in the world judges you by looks implicitly or explicitly, it’s unavoidable!

His previous image, when he hadn’t spoken, people first believed him three points; but once he gains 10 pounds, 20 pounds, 30 pounds... people will secretly accuse him of corruption.

Daoist Qingyun examined himself carefully in the bathroom for a long time before he had to admit, he truly had gained weight overall and proportionally.

"What should we do, disciple?" he said worriedly, "I clearly exercise every day."

Wuwei stared at him without speaking.

He was embarrassed to point it out—the master’s daily exercise, what was that?

Eight Pieces of Brocade, Vajra Skill, Tai Chi... moving how comfortably, how effortlessly, barely exerting any force.

With that little stretching activity, can it still make him lose weight?

He could only offer the most sincere, straightforward, and pointed suggestion: "Master, from now on when eating, don’t eat three bowls, let’s start with one and a half bowls."

"How can that work!"

Daoist Qingyun replied all the more painfully, "If even the diet isn’t satisfactory, then frustration will rise, and could harm the liver and gallbladder, isn’t this putting the cart before the horse? Even though I’m fat now, the flow of energy and circulation of blood and flesh are still very smooth."

"Then what should we do?" Wuwei shouted loudly, "Choose between your future or food?!"

Both fell silent at the same time.

Because Daoist Qingyun stared intently at Wuwei, then suddenly relaxed: "Wuwei, it seems like you’ve gotten fat too."

This mental alignment between master and disciple somehow eased his discomfort.

Wuwei: "..."

His eyes slowly widened, and the next moment, he also rushed into the bathroom.

...

In the hall, Lun Jing was happily cooking green wheat grains.

Always adding this is a bit monotonous, the red beans are ripe this year; at least save a batch to make sweet beans.

Next year ask Tantan whether to plant a few more cassava plants, not too many, just enough for her to handmake some pearls to store away. ℯℯ𝘭.

Brown sugar pearl boba milk tea has its own flavor, but the freshly squeezed milk must be sanitized, which requires boiling each time.

With the current heat, she can’t wait to refrigerate it, thus this summer she’s unusually health-focused, drinking only hot milk.

Muttering to herself while swearing this time to definitely refrigerate the milk first. Along the way, she stumbled upon a travel guide, found it quite interesting, and urgently screenshotted it to send to Wu Lan.

A series of operations were smooth and fluid, evidently having become their recent mode of communication.

At this time, hearing someone coming downstairs, she saw the two Daoists and promptly greeted them enthusiastically:

"Just in time, Daoists! The milk tea is ready, shall I serve you a cup now?"

Daoist Qingyun wore a serious expression and didn’t respond, merely slowly stood with his disciple in front of her pot.

Lun Jing looked again at the continuously stirred green wheat grains in the pot, thinking: Is there something wrong with these? Or does Daoist also want to switch to pearls?

But the pearls bought outside aren’t authentic in taste!

A moment later, she heard Daoist Qingyun fiercely close his eyes, turn his head, and sigh deeply, seemingly as if lamenting over worldly regrets:

"Bring a cup then."

He was deeply mournful.

Lun Jing looked at Wuwei on the side, seeing him with a similarly serious face, like there was an unspeakably bad news, making her heart race.

At this moment, she barely managed to smile: "Daoist, would you like a cup too?"

"Bring one!"

The other closed his eyes, not even looking at her, and just turned his head fiercely, saying this as he strode out.

Rather standing under the porch looking at the rainy garden outside in a daze, not wanting to say more.