Before the old man could carry him to the kitchen, the young master of Qinghong Villa had already fainted on the spot.
The shock that this ordinary little inn gave him should be something he will never forget.
The old man waved his hand, and several waiters had already taken care of the two body parts.
For a moment, all the monks in Southern Xinjiang looked at each other with fear in their hearts.
Who would have thought that such a small inn outside of Sesshoji Temple would hide such an expert?
For a time, no one dared to move the dishes or chopsticks.
In the huge inn, there was only a table called Qu Huanbo in the corner, and the sucking sounds of "Zi Liu" and "Zi Liu" could be heard.
"Hey, brother, did you have a great time eating?"
The old man tremblingly picked up the wine jar, walked to Qu Huanbo's table, and filled it with wine.
It seemed as if the instant beheading just now had nothing to do with him.
Qu Huanbo dropped the smooth bones in his hands and let out a hearty laugh.
"Well, this water basin mutton really deserves its reputation."
"Although it looks a bit rough, it tastes delicious, tender, fresh, smooth, and has a spiritual energy lingering around it. It is the best in the world."
"It seems that 'Beheading Chef Ding Feng' still has a precious sword in the future."
Chef Feng??!!
Everyone was amazed when they heard this.
This name would have been very popular a hundred years ago.
Legend has it that "Feng Chuzi" inherited the cooking skills from the former prime minister Yi Yin.
He is proficient in the 'Pao Ding Dao Gang'. Wherever the blade points, the heads of people are separated, and the Cook Ding cuts off the ox.
In an instant, a hundred cuts can be made.
After the blade cuts, the blood will make a sound like wind when it flows out.
Hence the name ‘Feng Chuzi’.
Just like the disciple of Qinghong Villa who was beheaded just now.
Even though his head was cut off, he still didn't react.
This shows how fast his sword skills are.
But what people talk about most about Chef Feng is that he wanders around the eight wildernesses and nine states, catching exotic animals and cooking delicious food.
The exotic animal dishes he cooks fully retain the essence of the spiritual flesh of the alien beasts, and there is a chance of understanding the supernatural powers of the alien beasts by eating them.
The effect is better than that of golden elixir!
So once upon a time, one of Chef Feng's dishes could make monks all over the world go crazy for it.
There are countless dignitaries who want to ask him to cook.
But I don’t know why, but it suddenly disappeared a hundred years ago.
There are rumors that he made the demon clan’s holy son into a dish and was hunted by the demon clan.
Some people also say that he was swallowed by a strange beast while fighting with it.
No one expected that he would appear outside the Sesshouji Temple and open such a little-known inn.
The old man put down the wine bottle and wiped his hands gently on the sweat towel, but still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was not surprised at all after being called a bad name.
"Thank you sir, eat well and drink well."
After saying that, he picked up the wine bottle and turned to leave.
And Qu Huanbo's eyes fell on Chef Feng's back through the edge of the bamboo hat.
He will never appear at Sesshoji Temple for no reason.
But the other party didn’t tell me, and I couldn’t ask more questions.
Qu Huanbo frowned, wondering if he had anything to do with what the emperor ordered.
……
Time flies by and night falls in a blink of an eye.
There are a lot of guests coming to the Shasheng Temple.
Why is the jade-sharing conference held at night?
Because Shui Ling Jade will show psychic moonlight only under the moonlight.
All the famous sects in southern Xinjiang are gathered here.
Even the Ghost Sect, which has always been at odds with the Sesshou Temple, sent Venerable Chi Lian over this time.
There is no way, for a sect.
Luck is really important.
Use the Nebula Banner in exchange for the Water Spirit Jade.
Everyone gets what they need.
Li Chen stood at a high place, raising his head slightly, the crescent moon was half covered and half hazy.
Looking at the endless stream of southern Xinjiang monks outside the mountain gate.
The corners of Lichen's mouth raised slightly.
The stage is almost ready, but we just need someone who can sing.
He had already known about Daguangming Temple's intention to intervene through the Southern Kingdom.
At the competition meeting, Lichen saved the ten geniuses of Zhulong Temple.
And at the bank of Shangyang Lake, I sent the Fire Dragon Master to his early bliss.
The feud between the two sects is finally over.
Behind Zhulong Temple is Daguangming Temple. I came here uninvited this time, probably not just to vent my anger on Zhulong Temple.
Two hundred years ago, Sesshoji Temple was crowded out by the three major Zen temples.
I had no choice but to withdraw from the world of cultivation and closed the temple and mountain.
The Daguangming Temple is one of the culprits.
As soon as the Shasheng Temple was closed, the Daguangming Temple supported the Zhulong Temple in southern Xinjiang.
Collect sesame oil from everywhere to create fortune.
This can be said to be new hatred plus old hatred.
"It's time to meet them."
Li Chen looked at the crescent moon in the sky and tapped his feet, but there was no trace of it.
……
The school grounds of Sesshoji Temple are crowded.
The reason why they came to participate in the Jade Distribution Conference was not just for the ‘Shui Ling Jade’.
The news that Daguangming Temple went south has spread like wildfire a long time ago.
What is Daguangming Temple?
One of the three largest Zen temples in the world.
Taking the meaning of light, we worship the Mother of Light Buddha for the wish that the Buddha’s light will shine and save all living beings.
Sharing the destiny of "Tianshiyuan" with the Shushan Sword Sect.
Also known as: Nantian Sword Zen.
On the other hand, what about Sesshoji Temple?
Two hundred years of silence, so lonely and shabby.
Although it is said that he has returned to the world, it is groundbreaking.
But compared with Daguangming Temple, there is a world of difference.
One thing is going down, the other is going up, and the judgment is made.
Therefore, many sects have already defected in the face of battle.
I thought to myself: The crane and the clam compete for the fisherman’s profit.
At this time, a high square table has been placed in the middle of the school grounds of Sesshoji Temple.
There are fist-sized stones stacked on the table.
Under the moonlight, it emits a faint white light.
These are the Shuiling Jade that all the sects in southern Xinjiang are flocking to.
At this time, a group of monks from southern Xinjiang looked at the table full of water jade with wild eyes.
"Is this Shui Ling Jade?"
"Hey, of course, this thing is born with a spiritual species. It is said that it is transformed by the power of the water god and can suppress water veins."
"And our southern Xinjiang is flooded with water and waterlogging. We must have Shui Ling Jade to solve the flood problem."
"Hmph, the Water Spirit Jade is important, but exchanging the Nebula Banner for the Water Spirit Jade is a good calculation."
"Well, I'm afraid the Sesshoji Temple will not be as good as expected this time."
"Everything has its own destiny, we are just waiting to see the good show."
"Then let's wait and see?"
“Let’s wait and see!”
But at this moment, a Buddha's name suddenly came from outside the crowd.
"Amitabha."
Li Chen wore a moon-white monk's robe and arrived late.
Behind him were three elders and five leaders.
The noisy sound just now suddenly became much quieter.
Li Chen walked to the middle of the school grounds, glanced around, and saluted: "Amitabha."
"I have troubled all the donors to travel thousands of miles to gather together to kill animals."
Before he finished speaking, a cold snort came from the crowd.
"Give my junior brother his life!"
This cold shout was like thunder on the ground.
The school grounds, which had been quiet just now, were particularly eye-catching.
The monks stepped aside one after another, and soon there was a path in the middle.
But at the end of the trail are monks wearing fiery red cassocks. Who else could it be if it wasn’t Zhulong Temple?
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