Hmm...
Even the well-traveled Daoist Master, accustomed to the local flavor, was momentarily taken aback by such down-to-earth local specialties.
The little Daoist, with even less experience, was staring at the scattered pile of meats and eggs—yes, there were salted duck eggs too—dumbfounded, not knowing how to handle them.
In the end, it was Daoist Qingyun who, being older, more knowledgeable, and steady, ordered the young Daoist to take them to the kitchen:
"Cook them all tonight, and let the Daoist Temple add a dish to the meal. We should not disappoint the faithful who came from afar with kind intentions."
"Just that..." He stood up and specifically explained:
"Although we are not required to abstain from meat for life like the Zhengyi Sect, there are still some things we don't eat. Loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness—beef, dog, goose, and black fish—these we don't eat."
