Taiqing Saint and Yuanshi Tianzun were intoxicated in that cup of pig food and couldn't extricate themselves.
Deeply comprehend the fragments of the Great Law.
The fragments of the Great Law had a great impact on the two of them, making them ecstatic.
This precious pig food is really wonderful!
The fragments of the Great Law contained in it are amazing.
After a long time, Yuanshi Tianzun woke up from this intoxication.
Remembering that Saint Taiqing had not yet made it clear who the grandfather of the third brother Tongtian Cult Leader was, I asked Saint Taiqing.
"Brother, who is the third brother's grandfather?"
"ah?"
Saint Taiqing also came to his senses.
"I said, third brother Tongtian's grandfather, who is that mysterious man? Where is he?" Yuanshi Tianzun asked again.
Ah this!
Saint Taiqing's heart tightened, and he said, "I don't know either. I want to know too."
Just now, in a battle of wits and courage to get some precious pig food, the bullshit was exaggerated.
You have to find a way to fool him.
The saint's thoughts changed rapidly, and the saint Taiqing smiled and said: "When it's time to see you, you will naturally see me. Second brother, don't be impatient, everything has its own destiny. Brother, I will leave first."
After saying that, Saint Taiqing turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
"What?"
Yuanshi Tianzun was confused.
That's all?
Saying it means not saying it.
"Brother! You lied to me!"
Yuanshi Tianzun shouted angrily, furious and stamping his feet.
Sage Taiqing laughed heartily and flew up happily.
Yuanshi Tianzun was fuming, grandma, for having been given a large bowl of precious pig food containing fragments of the Great Law for nothing.
"That's all. At least I know that the third brother is really related to that person. Maybe I should find time to find the third brother and have a chat."
Thinking of Master Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun felt a big headache.
During the Conferred God Tribulation, the two sects fought to the death. In the end, both sides suffered losses and no one benefited from it.
But Liang Zi even had real hatred.
"Forget it, let's go for a walk."
Yuanshi Tianzun disappeared after thinking about it.
The human world.
Zhang Yifan drank a few bowls of wine in the evening and felt a little tipsy, but he still went out for a walk as usual.
As the saying goes, if you walk a hundred steps after a meal, you will live to be ninety-nine.
Zhang Yifan is sure that he will not burp when he is eighty, because he walks thousands of steps every day, so he can live to at least nine hundred and ninety-nine.
The big black dog of the Qilin Ancestor followed beside him.
Jingle bell, jingle bell~
As I walked, I heard the faint sound of bells, attracting people to go.
Soon I saw a city in front of me, brightly lit and full of people.
"Huh? There was no city here before?"
Zhang Yifan was confused. If he wasn't walking on a country road as usual, how could there be a city?
"I'll go, is this the secret realm of gods?" Zhang Yifan's eyes lit up and he smiled happily, a little excited.
I’ve been here for so long because I just want to become an immortal!
But the dog system didn’t teach it!
I have never met other immortals!
"Ugly dog, let's go and have a look. If you can meet a god and accept me as your disciple, you will be prosperous!" Zhang Yifan was very happy, greeted the big black dog, and walked forward quickly.
Ancestor Qilin was amused.
Immortal accepting disciples?
Which god dares to be your teacher!
Don’t you see me, the Jade Emperor calls you dad, and the Heavenly Sage Tongtian Cult Leader calls you master.
Daozu Hongjun had to get out of the way.
But Qilin Patriarch still followed him wagging his tail. He thought that his master Zhang Yifan just wanted to fully experience the life of a mortal.
Walking closer, Qilin Ancestor Dogou frowned. This is not the secret realm of gods, this is the underworld!
No wonder the ringing sounded a bit familiar. It turned out to be the soul-calling bell from the underworld.
But I didn't expect to recruit Zhang Yifan.
Counting the days, it turned out that it was July 15th, the day when the gates of hell were opened.
Zhang Yifan strode forward, and within a moment he arrived in front of this brightly lit ghost town.
From a distance, the scenery is beautiful and looks very good, very much like Hongya Cave in Chongqing in its previous life.
There is a broad river in front of the ghost town. There are 7749 bridges on the river. There is a pavilion at the head of each bridge. In the pavilion, there is a woman making soup.
In the pavilion in front of Zhang Yifan, there was a beautiful girl in her twenties, cooking a large pot of soup in her hand.
Everyone who comes into town queues up there to drink soup.
That was one of tens of thousands of Meng Pos. This Meng Po was called Meng Xiaojiu.
Yes, Po Meng is just a job.
"I didn't expect that this place also has a hunger marketing campaign with long lines to buy soup."
Isn't this just like a milk tea shop paying people to queue up!
There is actually one in the prehistoric continent!
The wisdom of the ancients is admirable.
Zhang Yifan sighed, ignored the ghosts queuing up, and walked directly onto Naihe Bridge.
"Hey, that man over there, come over and drink the soup!" Meng Xiaojiu pointed at Zhang Yifan with the spoon.
"Me?" Zhang Yifan pointed at himself.
"Yes, it's you! If you don't drink soup, you can't enter the city!" Meng Xiaojiu put her hands on her hips and used her magic power to curl her fingers at Zhang Yifan.
But no matter how much magic he uses, it's useless!
This shocked Meng Xiaojiu.
what's the situation?
Why can't I seduce a mere mortal ghost?
After all, I am also an earthly immortal!
On the bridge, Zhang Yifan looked at Meng Xiaojiu for a moment without moving.
"Come here!"
Forced buying and selling?
Zhang Yifan smiled, but also walked over to see what tricks this man would play.
"First of all, I have no money." Zhang Yifan smiled.
"Money? What money?" Meng Xiaojiu was stunned for a moment, and was also amused. She spooned a bowl of Meng Po soup and handed it over: "Drink it quickly, so you can get on your way."
"Hey. Doing charity?" Zhang Yifan was curious, is there such a good thing?
Then he also took the bowl of soup and took a sip. The taste isn't great, but it's good enough to quench your thirst.
Meng Xiaojiu was even more surprised when she saw Zhang Yifan drinking Meng Po soup with a taste. Forget it, after drinking it, you will be an amnesiac ghost, waiting to be judged.
"Ah, another bowl!" Zhang Yifan handed the bowl over. I was really thirsty after drinking at night.
? ? ?
Meng Xiaojiu's eyes widened, "What the hell!" one more bowl?
You think this is drinking tea.
Oh no!
Why doesn't this person look confused? Why is it still so normal? !
Don’t ghosts lose their memory after drinking Meng Po soup? Then he automatically went to trial like a puppet?
"You haven't lost your memory?" Meng Xiaojiu asked tentatively.
Zhang Yifan was amused: "Amnesia? What kind of memory loss? I don't have Alzheimer's disease."
"Then you have another bowl!" Meng Xiaojiu didn't believe it anymore and immediately took another bowl.
Gulu gulu, Zhang Yifan drank another bowl.
"Ha, quench your thirst, not bad, let's have another bowl." Zhang Yifan still felt a little dry in the mouth, so he had to have another bowl.
one more bowl?
My mother-in-law! Meng Xiaojiu looked at Zhang Yifan and then at the Meng Po Soup. I couldn't help but mutter to myself: "I've seen a ghost. Is there something wrong with today's soup, or is there something wrong with this ghost?"
"No, this is a recipe given by the authentic saint Ping Xin. I have always been the best at making soup. Daluo Jinxian will lose his memory and go to trial after drinking it! Besides, the other teams are fine. I will I don’t believe it!”
So, Meng Xiaojiu made another bowl for Zhang Yifan.
Zhang Yifan drank it in one gulp. Well, it quenched his thirst very much: "Okay, that's it. Thank you, girl. I'll leave first."
Even drinking three bowls of Meng Po soup is okay?
You should be drinking chicken soup!
Meng Xiaojiu was numb.
I have been doing Meng Po's job for hundreds of thousands of years, and this is the first time I have encountered such a situation.
"Don't leave!" Meng Xiaojiu jumped out and stopped Zhang Yifan.
Zhang Yifan asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Didn't you tell me to go into the city immediately after drinking?"
Ah this!
Meng Xiaojiu was speechless for a moment, and then said with a smile: "I just want to ask how you feel after drinking this soup."
"Oh, this. The craftsmanship is a bit poor. It's such a hot day, it would be better to add some sour plums to it."
? ? ?
A bit inferior in craftsmanship?
Even if you don’t lose your memory after drinking Meng Po soup, why are you saying your skills are poor?
Who the hell can bear this!
"My soup-making skills are the best in the city! You actually said that my skills are poor?"
Meng Xiaojiu was furious.
For tens of thousands of years, I have won the first place in the soup-making competition every year, and Empress Pingxin personally presented the award, and you actually say bad?
"You can cook it if you can!" Meng Xiaojiu was very dissatisfied.
Zhang Yifan was delighted to meet such a boss: "Hahahaha, boss lady, don't be angry. But I have always been very confident in my cooking skills."
"Come here!" Meng Xiaojiu pointed at the soup pot and didn't believe it. How could it cook better than me, Meng Xiaojiu?
"Just come." Zhang Yifan was happy, rolled up his sleeves and walked to the side, where there was an empty pot.
Later, Zhang Yifan followed Meng Xiaojiu's request and cooked the ingredients of Meng Po soup into a pot of soup.
Light a fire, cook a pot, boil water, and make soup all in one go.
Soon, a pot of soup was brewed.
Meng Xiaojiu was stunned when she saw Zhang Yifan making soup.
Looking at Zhang Yifan's every move, it is natural and full of Taoist charm.
Can making soup be so elegant?
Is it possible to enjoy making soup like this?
Can you make soup in such a cool and cool way?
Making soup actually has the flavor of Tao!
Meng Xiaojiu was demented, and his eyes were shining with stars.
"It's done."
Zhang Yifan made the soup and saw Meng Xiaojiu in a daze, so he took the opportunity to leave.
Just kidding, looking at her nymphomaniac look, she might have to rely on me, Zhang Yifan thought to himself. Although this man is very handsome and has a good figure, his head is a bit strange.
If you offer such a beautiful lady to a dog, the dog won't even want her. It's important to run away quickly. If you get caught, you'll be in trouble.
After a long time, Meng Xiaojiu came back to his senses.
But Zhang Yifan has long disappeared.
"Oh, what happened!"
Meng Xiaojiu wanted to look for it, but there were too many ghosts queuing up in front of him. He had not gotten off work yet and had to work: "Forget it, I'll talk to the Lord of Hell later. After all, he can't escape after entering Fengdu City." "
So, Meng Xiaojiu continued to work, spooning a bowl of Meng Po soup cooked by Zhang Yifan to the ghosts in line.
Gulu, one bowl down.
The ghost was glowing all over and actually ascended during the day, turning into a ghost in the human-immortal realm!
The ghost laughed and said: "I have become an immortal, I have become an immortal! Hahahahaha! I didn't expect that a lonely ghost like me could become an immortal, hahahaha!"
ah? !
Meng Xiaojiu was shocked!
Is there any mistake?
This lonely wild ghost drank Meng Po soup and became an immortal?
"Really or not?" Meng Xiaojiu thought she was dreaming and spooned another bowl to the wild ghost behind.
In the same way, this wild ghost turned into a ghost fairy in one bite!
This caused a commotion at the head of Naihe Bridge. The wild ghosts screamed in surprise, detonating the whole place. All the ghosts came running over, trying to grab the Meng Po soup here!
Just kidding, who would want to be a ghost when you can become an immortal with just one sip!
"Damn it! Damn it! Oh, no, these are ghosts!"
Seeing these tens of thousands of wild ghosts running so crazy and rushing like a tide, Meng Xiaojiu was shocked and horrified!
She hugged the big pot of Meng Po soup and ran away.
Just kidding, if you don't run away, you'll be drowned by these millions of ghosts!
The guard general of Fengdu City was also shocked and immediately sent troops to suppress it.
"This is the Meng Po soup made by that man just now! Is this Meng Po soup or an elixir? Who is he, so powerful? He is so awesome!"
It's obviously the same recipe, the same raw materials, and it's all Meng Po soup.
Why is it that what we boil is poison, and what that man boils is elixir? !
Did he change the properties of the formula prepared by the authentic saint Ping Xin?
So fierce? !
Meng Xiaojiu was shocked and frightened. He murmured anxiously to himself as he ran: "No, I have to go to the Lord of Hell quickly and find this person! Otherwise the underworld will be in chaos! Please, Handsome man, please don’t cause any trouble!”
