high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 426 Burning Bergamot

"How many years have passed, and Yuanqiao finally has a new visitor. This small deserted island has not been lively for a long time."

The thunderous cheers gradually stopped, the host raised his glass with a smile, and looked at Wuming and the others.He was flying in the air in a long robe, his face was as perfect as jade:

"Come! Please drink this cup to the full, and congratulate the new guest!"

Frost and snow-like wine was rippling in the golden bottle, with a gust of cold air. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Song Chi and others raised their glasses in a panic, and then could only bite the bullet and drink it under the countless gazes.

It's like chewing on a block of ice in the middle of winter.

A hard chill flowed down the throat, stinging every inch of the internal organs and pores, but after the brief numbness and even pain, unexpectedly, the whole body became warm and warm.

"...good wine!!!"

Taoist Feixuan's eyes lit up, and he unconsciously praised.

The hidden wounds in the body, as well as the meridians and bones damaged in the past, all seemed to have completely disappeared in front of this rising warmth.

Taoist Feixuan's fingers trembled slightly, he held the gold bottle carefully, swallowed a few mouthfuls in haste, and immediately uncontrollably burst out heavy flames all over his body. Nourishes all flesh and soul.

Song Chi and the others were all surprised, and then showed joy on their faces one after another. Even Cui Ying, who had always been gloomy, also smiled at this moment, as if falling into the clouds.

Holy medicine, or magic medicine?

Just a glass of wine juice cured the dark wounds that had not healed for many years. Amidst the exclamation, several people even sprayed Qing Qi immediately, and the clear gold and stone sounds of bells and chimes came from their bodies, forming colorful... A glass of wine actually made them break down on the spot!

"It's really scary..."

Mr. Gongyang turned around. Amidst the exclamation and ecstasy, the other guests in the hall just smiled gracefully and seemed to be familiar with it. The host held his glass leisurely in the main seat, and his expression was also slightly smiling.

He suddenly shivered, and an inexplicable fear welled up in his heart, making the hairs under his clothes stand on end with tension.

This island, these people...

too suddenly.

The things in front of me are like hazy flowers in the mist, empty and illusory. When everything is too wishful, it often appears too false...

Boom!

The quaint bell sounded away, and the master picked up the mallet and lightly tapped the small green bell on the table.

Dozens of palace doors in the hall opened at the same time, and the dancers and musicians came out in a file, and the dishes were also presented by the cooks amidst the drums and zithers playing the sheng in the hall.

"This is the Burning Buddha's Hand."

The five-foot bronze plate was covered with ice, and on the ice was a strange hoof and claw with the size of a head lying on it. It was golden in color, decorated with carnations and Tangxi flowers, and the tangy burnt fragrance caught people's nostrils. It has a sweet and salty smell.

The monk in black held up his chopsticks and bit his mouth, then nodded in satisfaction. He patted the head of the black sheep at his feet, and smiled cheerfully at the ignorance who was a little at a loss:

"Don't you want to eat it? The name of this dish has a big background. Has the monk heard of it?"

"Please enlighten me, elder." Wuming was slightly taken aback.

"A long time ago, Huiju Baoguang Wangfo and Yuangong Sanqi God competed for land, and the two beat the West Sea to nothing, almost as if the sky was falling apart, and finally they were willing to give up under the persuasion of the saints. Shake hands and make peace, but who knows that after everything is over, Yuan Gong is still uneasy."

"According to the old practice, with a period of 25 years, Huiju's heavenly generals will select a group of virgins in the flesh to enrich His golden palace in the lower realm. This time, the heavenly generals are ecstatic because they have found She is unique, and seems to be an irreplaceable woman in the lower world."

The monk in black used chopsticks to divide the roasted Buddha's hand, and the fresh and sweet burnt fragrance was no longer bound by the flesh, and rushed out of his brain, making people want to be drunk.The monk's voice came along with the fragrance, and seemed to blend into the fragrance:

"How beautiful is a woman? I heard that all the beautiful words have been exhausted in ancient books, but they are still not written down. Xu Xuran... the heavenly generals were overjoyed and carefully sent the woman into the Golden Palace , Their painstaking efforts were not in vain, Hui Ju, who had seen the woman's appearance, descended to the Dharma Elephant that night, visited the Golden Palace in person, and after that—"

The black-clothed monk smiled meaningfully: "That's how the name of this dish came about."

"what?"

"The woman was pretended by Yuan Gong. When he was happy with Hui Ju, he took advantage of it by surprise and cut off Hui Ju's left hand. That night, the whole land could hear Hui Ju's roar. Dozens of people near the Golden Palace All the cities in the world exploded, and they were turned into powder by the roar, and thousands of miles were stained with blood."

The black-clothed monk said: "The severed hand was cooked later by the Yuan Palace, and each of his gods was divided into pieces of meat. In order to humiliate Hui Ju, the name of Burning Buddha's Hand was spread, and it was gradually sung by those who cared. became a recipe."

"..."

"Please enjoy. I just want to tell you a fact. Your Buddha has never been kind."

The black-clothed monk laughed loudly, got up from his seat, and led the black sheep slowly out of Baiyujing.

He didn't take a second look at the singing, music, shengxiao, and all the guests in the hall, as if they were clay sculptures and wood carvings, silently watching the black-clothed monk swagger and kick open the hall door, as if there was no one else around.

"The feast of bliss should be without any taboos."

The black-clothed monk turned around outside Baiyujing, looked at the silent ignorance with a smile on his face: "Please enjoy yourself to your heart's content, and don't let down the good banquet specially set by Mr. Wang Fu."

"Is the master really Mr. Wang Fu?"

"True and false, virtual and real, to this place, to the people in Baiyujing..." The black-clothed monk smiled:

"What's the difference?"

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Another bell rang.

The master got up from the main seat, he glanced lightly at the black-clothed monk leading the sheep outside the hall, and then lightly clapped his hands.

The dancers and musicians stopped at the same time, bowed their heads and retreated into the palace gate silently. In the silence, the wind chimes in front of the eaves of Baiyujing became very clear, like tinkling spring water.

"It's rare that the master led Pang Ziran, Sun Xuezhou and the others to the Thirteenth Realm. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. I want to have a good time."

The master's words caused a commotion, and the originally dull guests became agitated. They all stretched their necks impatiently, and all the grace and nobility they had before were gone. Stretching out, like a hungry dog, eagerly waiting for food.

"Don't worry, according to the usual practice, everyone has it."

The host smiled: "But right now, according to the etiquette of hospitality, I naturally have to entertain the new guests first."

His eyes stayed on Wuming for a short moment, and then lightly clapped his hands, the large screen behind him rustled suddenly, and several figures turned around.

"Come out."

The owner raised his eyebrows: "Let the new customers meet you."

(End of this chapter)