The eyes of many guests in the hall were focused on the female cultivator carrying the food box.
She had a piece of pure white fire veil tied on her head, and her Taoist robes were extremely plain. She could not tell that she was one of the great powers standing at the top of the world of mountains and seas.
"Is this the Master of Five Flavors?"
"Look at the fire veil on her head, it's not something ordinary people can afford."
"What's so strange about fire yarn made from the hair of a fire-attributed monster?"
"You don't understand this! Look at the quality of this fire yarn. It is at least made of the hair of the seventh-order fire rat in the South China Sea. The texture is fine and seamless. The weaver must be a master of clothing!"
"Look carefully, the Taoist robes worn by Master Ying are not made of ordinary materials..."
"She wears this kind of material to cook? It's such a waste!"
"The Master of Wuweizhai is really a strange person!"
Everyone was amazed at the preciousness of the Wuweizhai master's clothes, and even more amazed at the aura of human fireworks that was different from that of other monks.
If someone else has reached this level of cultivation, let alone being arrogant, at least he won't personally cook for others anymore.
However, she was able to relax her body, hold a kitchen knife, and even created a food cultivation method using the method of blending five flavors.
Lin Yige's eyes met the fifth senior sister Yu Ying for a moment, and after listening to the discussion, she couldn't help but feel funny in her heart.
How do these people know that Fifth Senior Sister enjoys making spiritual food and can gain insights into her state of mind, which is of great benefit to her cultivation?
Moreover, Fifth Senior Sister also said that it was putting the cart before the horse for the Nine Sect monks to give up their appetites but take pills to increase their cultivation.
At this time, the guests had not yet arrived. Bai Qian was waiting in the hall. When he saw the visitor, he was stunned for a moment before he came forward and said, "Why do you need Master Ying Zhai to personally deliver spiritual food? I can summon the disciples of Wulu Mountain to do it for you." !」
Yu Ying retracted her divergent consciousness and frowned: "If it passes through other people's hands, if something goes wrong, my little Wuweizhai will not be able to bear the wrath of Wulu Mountain."
The Guiyi Sect has made great progress in recent years, and they sent a junior sister and two eighth-generation direct disciples. Why are they still placed in a corner?
Wulu Mountain is a blatant neglect!
In this case, let’s follow the standard of four dishes and one soup.
Yu Ying avoided Bai Qian's hands to take the food box and only lightly tapped the bottom layer of the food box. ..
No one could see how she moved.
In just a moment, there were four mediocre home-cooked dishes, a bowl of thin sweet soup, and a small red clay stove warming spiritual wine on the table in front of everyone.
"Gudong!"
The sound of everyone swallowing saliva mixed with the sound of charcoal fire under the small red clay stove was particularly clear in the silent hall.
When the monks reacted, their hearts tightened.
Among the monks present, who has not been fasting for many years?
How can one not be wary of being so easily aroused?
If during a fight, someone takes out the spiritual food of the Ying Zhai Master... the effect of disturbing people's minds will not be worse than that of the phantom array!
Yu Ying glanced at the three people in the corner again, put away the empty food boxes on the bottom floor, and said to everyone with a smile: "Everyone, please use it slowly."
After saying that, she took off her Huo Huansha scarf and wrapped it around her right wrist, then turned and walked out of the hall.
She didn't want to see these monks swallowing their carefully prepared spiritual food.
My junior sister is here too, which makes it even worse.
Yi Ge's careful chewing will definitely make the devouring of the people around him even more rough.
Not to mention improving my mood, I'm afraid it will only deepen the unbearable memories of my childhood when I was cutting pig grass at home to feed a group of pigs and getting splashed with mud.
Seeing the Master of Wuweizhai stepping out of the hall, Bai Qian hurriedly said: "Master Yingzhai stays, the Master of the Mountain has not come yet!"
"She's not here, what does it have to do with me? I'm not here to attend the birthday banquet!" Yu Ying said without looking back, "The money has been paid, I'll leave first, little friend, stay here."
The master of Wuweizhai came and went in a hurry, but the words he left behind are thought-provoking.
Listening to this, she would not be impatient if the Master of Wuweizhai was invited to attend the 3,000th birthday party of Master Wulu Mountain.
Come on!
In order to avoid losing their composure, everyone forcibly looked away from the four dishes, one soup and one pot of wine on the table, and started chatting with others.
After waiting and waiting, it was almost time for the banquet to begin. Not only did the Lord of Wuyou Mountain not show up, but even the elders of the nine sects had not arrived yet.
The three members of the Guiyi faction were not in a hurry.
Lin Yige knew what he was doing, and guessed that Lu Jiu had given the drug too much, and Du Quegu could not appear in front of the many monks as if nothing had happened.
Wen Caiwei pushed the spirit wine on the red clay stove to Jiang Yan early, and then she looked at the four dishes and one soup, which was so thin and clear that it looked like a sweet soup that could raise fish, and she fell into doubt.
Jiang Yan asked himself that there was no safer place in the world than next to his little uncle. From the moment he sat down, he fell into concentration and began to practice, not daring to slack off at all.
Because of this, he was completely unaware of what was going on in the temple, let alone being tempted by spiritual food.
Just after the time for the banquet, Zeng Ziyu, the elder of Wulu Mountain, entered the hall.
He bowed his hands to everyone and then said: "The mountain master has a realization and urgently needs to retreat. I am unable to attend today's birthday banquet. Please forgive me!"
Bai Qian and Zeng Ziyu looked at each other and immediately announced the banquet.
Everyone who was originally nervous felt relieved and couldn't wait to pick up their chopsticks and taste the seemingly ordinary four dishes and one soup.
This is spiritual food made by the master of Wuwei Zhai in the refining stage. It may be difficult to have the opportunity to try it again in this life!
"Master Dushan has realized that the breakthrough to the Mahayana is just around the corner, which is even more of a happy event!"
"Double happiness comes to your door, it's time to realize it!"
"Du Shanzhu Qi! He should be destined to ascend!"
Lin Yige, however, was a bit confused.
For one thing, it was the first time that she had eaten spiritual food that Fifth Senior Sister was so careless about; secondly, Lu Jiu had not returned as promised to restore Caiwei's innate energy.
At this moment, Lin Yige noticed something approaching from behind.
Before she could react, the space behind her seemed to be torn apart by a huge force, revealing a deep, dark spindle-shaped crack that swallowed her whole in an instant!
Before falling into darkness, Lin Yige only had time to hear Caiwei's exclamation.
In the darkness, unable to see his fingers, Lin Yige had already guessed who pulled him into this spatial rift.
She said angrily: "Lu Jiu, who are you scaring?!"
Only two eighth-generation true disciples, Wen Caiwei and Jiang Yan, were left in Wulu Mountain. How could she rest assured?
"How can I scare you?" Lu Jiu hummed, the clear boyish voice seemed a bit harsh, "Besides, what's the point of scaring you? I almost died!"
Lin Yige heard something was wrong and asked, "Didn't you go to poison Du Quegu for revenge? And were you poisoned by her in turn?"
"She was blinded and mute by my poison. I only suffered a few superficial injuries. Of course I am slightly better!" Lu Jiu retorted, "Let's not talk about it for now. Just hold on to my tail and I will take you to safety." Let’s talk!”
Lin Yi's singer was given a smooth and soft tail tip.
She suppressed the thought of throwing away her hand and thought to herself, it really was a "skin injury".
