NOVEL NEXT Chapter 168 Cherry Juice
In the afternoon, the flow of people in the candy store gradually resumed.
But in the evening, as soon as the old master appeared on the east stage, the guests left one after another to join in the fun.
In order to investigate Wei Xi's soul-leaving syndrome, Mu Zhiyuan took Wei Xi to the stage again.
At this moment, the old master was already waving a whip on the stage.
It was the same scene as last time. He lifted the black cloth and a python appeared on the wooden box.
Just when everyone thought that the master was going to turn into an eagle and fight with the python, he started pushing Qigong towards the python.
The size of the python became smaller and smaller until it turned into a small snake and was caught by the master.
Suddenly, a cluster of petals fluttered from the old master's chest. The little snake disappeared and turned into a group of white doves and flew out of the old master's arms.
The audience cheered: "Peach Immortal, Peach Immortal! Accept a disciple, accept a disciple!"
The old master, who called himself Peach Immortal, bowed deeply in the center of the stage and announced to everyone that after today, he would no longer perform illusions on the stage. Starting tomorrow, an altar will be set up in the suburbs to accept believers to join his holy religion: the Cherry Blossom Cult.
After finishing speaking, a burst of white smoke rose from the stage, and the peach fairy disappeared on the spot.
Some people who wanted to learn illusions knelt down towards the stage and chanted: "Peach Immortal, please accept me as your disciple."
This sight made Mao Xi feel a chill down her back and reminded her of the words "ignorance harms people".
She raised her head and looked at Mu Zhiyuan: "Brother Mu, let's go to the countryside together tomorrow to see what kind of organization this [Yingying Cult] is. I always feel that it is similar to the Baihua Cult that Brother Luda destroyed in Wujiacun last year. Isn't this right?" Could it be that the altar was set up to defraud believers out of their money?"
Mu Zhiyuan frowned. He was planning to do this, but he was worried that there would be danger if he investigates tomorrow.
"Ah Shu, I will go alone tomorrow. You will wait for my return at the fruit cake shop in Kaitang County."
Early the next morning, Mu Zhiyuan went to the suburbs alone to investigate.
At some point, an altar was built in the suburbs, and Immortal Tao was sitting quietly in the altar.
There were more than fifty people under the altar, kneeling down to pray for help.
There are two guardians on the left and right of Peach Immortal, who are handing out cherry juice to the believers who come to kowtow.
The common people hold small bowls in their hands, then drink the cherry juice poured in by the guardian, and drink it all in one gulp.
The protector took a [Cultivation Manual] to the believer. Instead of taking any money, he dipped his ring finger into some cherry juice, put it on the believer's forehead, and said: "Every morning and evening, practice according to the manual, and you can do it too." Just like the immortals, they always respond to requests.”
Mu Zhiyuan pretended to be a believer and got into it.
He didn't have a bowl with him, so he borrowed it from the people nearby who had already picked up the manual. He also drank cherry juice according to the procedure and got the so-called cultivation manual.
Mu Zhiyuan brought his own antidote, but when he tasted the cherry juice, he found that there was nothing strange about it, it was just ordinary juice.
And looking at the training manual, it is actually the basic martial arts moves for strengthening the body.
Not understanding what kind of medicine the old immortal was selling in his gourd, Mu Zhiyuan observed the people who had become believers of the "Sakura Worship Sect".
There are also many fanatical believers beside the altar.
An old man in ragged clothes knelt down and kowtowed, muttering: "I beg the Peach Immortal to teach me the magic of turning stone into gold."
There are also ugly women who kowtow and pray: "Please teach me the art of disguise, so that I can be as beautiful as a flower."
Tao Immortal calmed down and said slowly: "This matter is not difficult. You need to cultivate yourself and read the fairy books morning and night. Only when your merits are complete can you reach the fairyland and your wishes will come true."
Beside the altar, Mu Zhiyuan met Mr. Sun.
He knelt on the ground, holding a training manual in his hand, and murmured to himself: "I beg Immortal Tao to give me the way to do business. I want to be as rich as the country..."
Although he did not hear Mr. Sun's prayer, Mu Zhiyuan could see the strong desire in his eyes.
Mu Zhiyuan returned to the fruit cake shop with cherry juice and training manual.
Mao Xi smelled the cherry juice and speculated that it was pure juice: "Brother Mu, did you drink it?"
"Drink it. This cherry juice should be fine, but it still needs to be tested by Dr. Zhang."
Mao Xi flipped through the training manual. She couldn't understand the moves in the book, but they looked like martial arts moves: "Brother Mu, this is a book about martial arts training and fitness. There is no magic in it."
"This is indeed an ordinary book on martial arts, and the Tao Immortal did not collect money from believers today. There are more and more believers. I see that some people are already meditating and practicing in the suburbs with mats."
Yes, then how could the master write down his special skills in the manual?
But what is the purpose of this old master who opens a Dharma altar and does not accept money, but only accepts believers?
Anyway, just don't affect your fruit cake shop for now.
Mao Xi looked at the newly opened candy shop and saw that there were not many people.
But people queuing up to buy coffee outside the fruit cake shop have a place to rest.
Mao Xi returned to Lihua Town with Mu Zhiyuan and found Doctor Zhang.
The juice was inspected by Dr. Zhang and was finally confirmed to be non-toxic.
"Brother Mu, do you need to report this matter to the official? I always feel that this 'Sakura Worshiping Cult' is mysterious."
"It's a pity that we can't get that [Lost Soul]. The government's management of sects is very loose. As long as it doesn't involve human lives or money fraud, they generally don't care."
The candy shop has just opened, and business has been affected in the past two days, so there are not many people and no help is needed.
Mu Zhiyuan stayed at the outside window of Liuxiang Snacks to sell coffee.
Seeing a whole basket of cherries in the kitchen, Mao Xi asked Brother Ying, "Can't we sell the fried cherries today?"
Brother Ying is now in charge of making dessert fruits. He complained: "Sister Ah Shu, I heard that there are immortals distributing cherry juice in the suburbs. Many people went there, so the fried cherries are not easy to sell today."
Mao Xi selected half of the cherries and put them in the space for storage. The rest were taken to the kitchen, washed and seeded, and prepared to be made into candied fruits.
Put the cherry pulp into the pot, add honey, and simmer over low heat.
The aroma of cherries mixed with honey spreads out, and the juice in the pot gurgled.
Remove from the pot, filter out the juice, and place on a bamboo sieve to dry.
Put the pot back into the pot again, add double the honey, and simmer slowly over low heat for the second time.
The pot boiled, and the sound of bubbling water sounded again.
When the cherries are cooked until they turn amber and translucent, remove them to dry and put them in jars for storage and consumption.
Mao Xi made a jar first, and asked Brother Ying to make the rest into preserves.
The little glutton Ajiao had already smelled the aroma of cherries, and stretched out her little hand to ask for the candied fruits from Miao Xi.
"Sister, I want to eat candied fruit!"
She never refused her sister's request. Little Ajiao's smile was sweeter than cherries.
The two sisters ate candied fruits together. Ah Jiao took one and fed it to Mian Xi. Nuo Nuo said, "Sister, you eat it too."
Miao Xi only ate two pills and found them very sweet.
She was just about to make a pot of tea to relieve her tiredness, when the fragrance of cinnamon wafted over, and an old acquaintance came to the shop.
It was Miss Ranchen, the shopkeeper of the incense shop. She was coming to visit with a bag of Mingqian new tea.