The red cliffs of Manting Peak are steep and surrounded by green pines, like a huge green screen.
On the southeast wall of the peak cliff, the two characters "manting" inscribed by Wu Sixue in the Ming Dynasty are engraved, which is like the eye-catching large character "Leyan Break Nest", which can be clearly seen within a few miles even on a moonlit night.
There is a long weathered rock cave on the waist of the peak. Inside the cave is a huge boulder, which is completely square. The stone surface is as flat as a grindstone, just like a chessboard. However, the word "Han Si" is engraved on it in seal script. The green dragon is powerful and penetrates deeply into the stone surface.
But tonight, the cave is brightly lit, with candles illuminating the sky. The colorful strands stretch and the ground is paved with red. The aroma spreads throughout the cave. The chessboard stone is also surrounded by guests of both sexes, all of whom are toasting to a banquet. It’s just that No one took action for a long time.
As the cold wind outside the cave blew, the guests at the table slowly faced the wind, making a soft whirring sound, shaking their arms and clothes, like countless moths flapping their wings toward the candlelight.
At this time, only when people in the banquet accidentally turned their heads and turned sideways, they would be surprised to find that none of the guests seated with Eguan Bodai, pearl hairpins and green rings were alive, they were all made of rice paper. Real characters.
The Heavenly Officials, Star Lords, Golden Boys, and Fairies sitting around in the cave were all gorgeously dressed and stiff. Their faces were heavily painted with heavy ink and decorated with exaggerated blush, which was used to cover up the dead white skin underneath. The dull eyes painted with ink just kept a fixed posture and started a silent feast.
The more exquisite the craftsmanship of these paper-making, the more lifelike the appearance of the paper figures, the more terrifying these false bodies are; the more earthly the postures of these gods, the more lively and unrestrained the banquet movements, the more terrifying this silent feast will be.
When these paper figures that were supposed to be incinerated and ascended to heaven with the deceased become guests at a banquet for the living, no matter how delicious the food is, you can't help but savor the smell of paper candles and the aura of ghost treasures...
"Master Yuanhua, why are you frowning? But I didn't entertain you well?"
A nihilistic voice came against the wind, as if coming from the distant sky.
Yuan Huazi thought about it carefully, and realized that such ethereal words could come from a wisp of smoke in the incense burner or an old dragon in a cave, but they would never be spoken by a living person.
Yuan Huazi sat in the paper banquet, sitting cross-legged naturally as if he were lonely and deserted, looking down without paying any attention to the horror around him.
"The old Taoist is a monk. He doesn't drink alcohol or eat meat. I'm afraid your master's kindness was wrongly paid."
The ethereal voice came again.
"There has long been a strange event on Manting Peak where the Queen Mother of the West held an immortal banquet and Lord Wuyi ruled over all the immortals. Today, I just followed my example and arranged this banquet for all the immortals in the world. I just asked the real person for guidance."
The words floated in the air vaguely, and the candlelight in the cave suddenly flickered, turning into countless double shadows, and then slowly returned to one, followed by a shadow that swayed into the cave.
The reason why it is said that a shadow enters the cave is because only an extremely dark shadow can be seen in the cave, which looks like a maid holding a lamp. Even the extremely narrow flower shoes touching the ground, the hairpin swaying on the head, and the hair on the face are dancing can be seen from the shadow. I could see clearly, but I didn't see the shadow's body exposed under the bright light...
"This girl's name is Zhao Zhu'er. She was whipped to death by the evil master when she was twelve years old, and she was pushed into a well and drowned. Today she is a ghost maid. Her evil appearance is so evil that she will not show off her good fortune in front of the real person."
The misty voice said casually, but the shadow had already arrived in front of the chessboard stone, and a large jade plate appeared on the table without any warning.
"The banquet of immortals in the world will naturally include delicacies that are not found in this world."
"The first dish of 'Dragon liver cooked with hibiscus' was taken from the body of a dragon that fell into the cave the day before yesterday. The dragon's body was rotten and cut off, leaving only a two-foot-long armor under its neck. Fortunately, the dragon's liver was not damaged, so I'm going to give you a special dish today. "
The origin of this dish is appalling, and its quality is indescribable. The jet-black liver is still dripping with blood. After being burned by the fire, it emits a strange smell that is both stinking and fragrant. It is shaped like a bamboo shoot that has never been seen before.
Yuan Huazi squinted his eyes slightly, then slowly closed them.
Just when Yuan Huazi closed his eyes and chanted sutras, the ghost maid's footsteps sounded again, and there was a faint sound of water drops falling to the ground in the air.
This time, a golden cup was placed on the chessboard stone. It was very small.
"The second 'Flower Diao Zui Feng Nao' was obtained from the hands of wealthy merchants. Thousands of miles away from the stone pond, on the Danxue Mountain of the Chisuo Kingdom, the colorful phoenixes sang and danced by themselves. Seeing it, the world was peaceful, and the wise were drunk with it. Wine, I was lucky enough to have a banquet today.”
The gray-white brain tissue was placed on the plate, dotted with an extremely gorgeous multi-colored feather. It was indeed a bird that had never been seen in the world.
The strong smell of alcohol continued to rise from the golden cup and penetrated into Yuan Huazi's nasal cavity, making him frown. But at this moment, the paper fairy and the beautiful girl next to him seemed to have a bit of drunken red on their faces...
"Why do real people insist that they don't drink meat and wine? Could it be that these heavenly delicacies and delicacies of gods are not acceptable to you?"
The ethereal voice was a bit joking, "When the Liuhe warriors came from Huixian Temple, they knew everything."
"No. The old Taoist just has a poor appetite and does not underestimate his good intentions."
Yuan Huazi's skinny body was wrapped in a Taoist robe, as if he were an old man on the verge of death, which was a bit comical compared to the jewels and splendid clothes around him.
But the whole house was as quiet as an empty room. It was clear that he was the only living person, which added a bit of weirdness to the comedy.
This banquet of immortals in the world was a grand scene. No one used chopsticks to drink. The dishes on the table slowly increased, and they were all foods that had only been heard of in the stories of immortals.
Among them is the green mud from Yunmen Mountain, which is said to be immortal if eaten. It is soft and pale green in color, mixed with moss and moss.
The plum trees in Luyi are as big as fists and as blue as jade, which can be used to identify people's figures.
There are also four snacks: jade chips, cinnabar, white stone, and mica. There are four fruit plates of calamus, Ganoderma lucidum, dendrobium and Poria cocos, and the delicacies on the checkerboard stone are presented by water and land, just like a fairyland.
"Real person."
The misty voice sounded again, "I have good intentions to collect immortal delicacies. This is an opportunity that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty couldn't get even if he burned his tables and worshiped here. You actually dismiss it?"
The paper figures in the room slowly stopped floating in the wind, and the sleeves of their raised arms slowly fell down.
"This Han sacrificial pavilion has been abandoned for a long time, and the Han Dynasty has finally turned into a pile of loess. Although the old Taoist has been practicing Qi and cultivating the spirit for many years, he knows that he is not a fairy, so why bother to force this opportunity. The old Taoist understands the kindness of your master, and this meal is still …”
"snort!"
With a loud roar, all the golden-armored gods and feather-clothed fairies in the audience turned to look at Yuan Huazi at the same time. Their faint ink-spotted eyes had a hollow look, and they instantly transformed from the fairy world into the ghost realm.
A strange whirlwind suddenly blew up in the stone room, with gray shadows and candlelight intertwined. Yuan Huazi looked serious, not looking at the paper-tied god who was dancing around with demons, and said quietly.
"Dear Master, the old Taoist has the honor to borrow the "Taiping Jing", but this Immortal Banquet is the food and refining technique in the "Spiritual Book Purple Wen" written by Qingtong Dajun."
"Your Majesty must be the first ancestor of Quanzhen, Qingtong Jun Donghuazi. Since he comes from the same origin as the Taoist Youlong Sect, why do you need to be so kind and forceful?"
After Yuan Huazi finished speaking softly, he heard the ethereal sound of nothingness sound again.
"Some things shouldn't appear in the mortal world. If you give up here, you still have a chance to turn back. It's not a waste of time for me to save you."
