My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 137 Is the tea you drink in Zongmen worse than swill?

"Huhuhu~"

The three-color golden lotus flew in front of the seven people, suspended in the air and rotated slowly, and the elegant three-color precious light slowly bloomed.

The three elders of Xianmen had a faint urge to urinate in their lower abdomen and could hardly hold it back.

Even if the seven three-color golden lotus has not been refined into a spiritual treasure, it already exudes a power far exceeding that of a magic weapon. If it is refined, wouldn't it be comparable to the treasure of the town gate in the fairy gate?
The three Taoists Chunyu, Chunshi, and Chunlei are almost insane.

His face was blue and white, and his heart was full of fear and horror.

With such a treasure, the Misty True Monarch in front of him actually gave it to his named disciple?
I'm afraid the golden immortals of the heavens are not so arrogant, are they?
"Shashasha~"

A dozen or so disciples looked dazed, and carefully carried their trays forward, bowing to Han Shouji:
"Master, my disciples have already picked a thousand bodhi seeds, 360 catties of tender bamboo shoots, and fried the sprouts to make tea six catties and seven twenty-eight coins. Please show me how to follow up!"

Han Shou smiled and nodded: "I have never tasted the tea made from the young leaves of bitter bamboo. I think it is not bad. Then I invite you to brew it together so that all the disciples in the temple can taste it!"

"As for the bodhi seeds and bamboo shoots, how is it different from animals if they are eaten like this?"

"Pimpypypyrm..." The little fox, who was eating the bitter bamboo with relish, neighed dissatisfiedly at Han Shou a few times.

"Hahahaha, you little thing is so clever!"

Han Shou smiled and rubbed the little fox's furry head.

"Hahahaha..." Everyone laughed in unison.

"I don't know how skillful the disciples who are in charge of cooking are in our view. I still remember that Chen Cui's cooking skills are outstanding. You said, would you like to let your Uncle Chen cook a meal for everyone?"

Han Shou's smiling, friendly attitude and jokes made all the disciples feel close, and those who had the guts immediately laughed and echoed:

"Okay!"

"The disciple listens to the master!"

"Hey hey, Elder Chen has always been majestic, so he still has cooking skills?"

"The disciple must taste the delicacies made by the elders himself!"

"Master, this disciple is also good at cooking, can I cook a meal for you myself?"

"Students will, disciples will too!"

……

Han Shou laughed loudly: "Okay, anyone who is willing to do it himself will go!"

"Well, only bodhi seeds and bamboo shoots are not enough!"

"Shu~"

Offering sacrifices to the Lingling gourd, a large number of pure white lotus root with nine knots, crab, carp, black fish, dragon fish, giant shrimp and other fresh water raised in the eight-treasure merit pool roared out again.

He pointed at the frisky Shui Xian and died instantly.

The aquariums fed by these Eight Treasures Merit Ponds are all spiritual monsters with the blood of divine beasts.

The king of inspiration in Journey to the West Tongtian River is the spirit demon from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

"Chen Cui, you lead the disciples who are willing to help to prepare this banquet!"

Chen Cui responded with a smile on her face, and led the disciples who felt that they had good cooking skills to work.

Taoist Chunlei, the most taciturn among the three spring Taoists, couldn't sit still any longer. Seeing Han Shou presenting one kind of exaggerated top-notch material with his own eyes, he felt closer to death.

Feeling ruthless in his heart, the grievances between Misty Peak and senior brother Chunyu had nothing to do with him.

It's just that I couldn't get in the way of my senior brother's affection, and I came here because of Chunyu's invitation. I thought it was just a casual walk, but it turned out to be a ghost gate.

With a dry laugh, he stood up respectfully and said, "Please forgive me, Xiaoxiu and the two senior brothers were originally on the same road, and now there are important matters for the master, so we really can't delay."

"I'm really ashamed..."

"I can only ask Zhenjun to resign, I have to take a step first, and I ask Zhenjun to agree!"

It was only now that Han Shou remembered that there were still three guests of the God Transformation Realm sitting here.

He patted his forehead lightly and said apologetically, "Look at me, I almost forgot about the three honored guests, I'm really neglectful!"

"I hope the three don't take offense!"

As he spoke, he glared at Fu Ling'er: "Ling'er, why are you a landlord? Why don't you make the freshly baked spirit tea for the three of you?"

Fu Ling'er responded with a low eyebrow, but she still didn't intend to complain to her master.

With an apologetic expression on his face, he quickly fetched the tea leaves roasted from the young leaves of bitter bamboo, and stepped forward to change it for Elder Sanchun.

"Why do you have to leave in such a hurry, Fellow Daoist? You have been delayed for such a long time, do you still care about staying a little longer?"

"Since the three of you came together, you should go together!"

"Could it be that you think the hospitality is not good?"

Fu Ling'er was serving tea to Elder Sanchun, but she said with a pun in her mouth.

"Master, these three are all the elders of the Immortal Sect of the Holy Land of Central Continent!"

"My disciple once visited Elder Chunyu at Xianmen. Elder Chunyu treated me like a spring breeze, and persuaded me to leave me many times! I just returned from Xianmen not long ago. Elder Chunyu immediately invited the two juniors to pay a return visit! "

"We can't forget the three of them when we watch the banquet later!"

Han Shou nodded and smiled: "It should be so!"

"A lot of exchanges and discussions between fellow practitioners, in terms of practice, it also has the effect that the stones of other mountains can be used to attack jade!"

"Ling'er, it's good that you understand this truth!"

Fu Linger turned her back to Han Shou, and glanced at Sanchun with a half-smile, "Look, three, the master and the old man have spoken, how can I, as a disciple, dare to object?"

"Today's big banquet, the three of you will not reject my master's kindness, will you?"

Elder Sanchun could only bite the bullet and cowardly agreed.

Han Shou smiled and stretched out his hand to signal: "The three of you, please have some tea!"

"Thank you Majesty!"

The three of them were already prepared in their hearts to die from poison after drinking it, but in the practice world, death!It is not the worst end for a monk, sometimes a clean death is a kind of happiness.

There are too many strange and evil methods to torture the enemy, such as soul crushing, soul refining, water and fire soul quenching and so on.

If you are tortured by this vicious spell, do you want to die?That is simply wishful thinking.

Therefore, they were afraid that the mysterious and unpredictable Master Misty would know the truth, even if they guessed that they would be poisoned by Fu Ling'er, they dared not expose it at all.

"Guru..."

"Cuckoo cuckoo~"

The three of them held the mutton fat jade teacups and swallowed the warm tea soup.

In an instant, the strong spiritual energy in the tea soup penetrated into the abdomen and dispersed into the limbs and bones. With the cultivation base of the three people in the state of becoming a god, they can feel the incomparably clear increase in cultivation base.

In an instant, my mind became extremely sober and rational.

In such a state, if one can drink a cup during the breakthrough, the success rate of the realm breakthrough will be three layers higher.

After a few breaths, Sanchun came back to his senses and looked at each other in awe.

This tea!

Nothing out of this world, it can only be a wonderful product of the fairy family.

A truly top-notch auxiliary relic.

Han Shou also picked up the teacup and took a sip. He felt the fragrance was pure, first bitter and then sweet, and even his mind became clearer after taking a sip.

On the contrary, it has no effect on cultivation.

His primordial spirit has already attained the consummation of a celestial being, and his physical body has actually reached the critical point of transforming from a mortal to an immortal. He only needs to go through the thunder calamity to unify the cultivation realm of his primordial spirit and physical body.

Drinking a sip of bitter bamboo tea, of course, has no effect on his cultivation.

Han Shou said with a smile: "This tea has some refreshing effect, but it has no other effect!"

"The three come from the holy land of the practice world of Central Continent, treating each other like this is really negligent!"

"Compared to the collections of the three sects, I'm afraid there are quite a few differences. Piao Miao Guan is not as profound as the noble sect. I can only use these vulgar things to entertain guests. Please forgive me!"

Elder Sanchun's eyes twitched wildly.

Gan!
This is also called vulgar thing?

Also ask them to forgive me?

Then the tea they usually drink in Zongmen is worse than swill?
Even the tea drunk by the celestial beings, in your eyes, can only be regarded as cold for nothing?

Taoist Chunshi's voice was dry: "Zhenjun is joking, if this kind of treasure is considered vulgar, I'm afraid there will be no precious tea in this great inflammation!"

Han Shou smiled noncommittally. The pure bamboo planted in batches in the Paradise of Paradise can only be regarded as a vulgar thing in the wild.

"I asked myself that I have been in retreat for fifty years. I am afraid that no one in the practice world knows me. Why did the three of you seem to recognize me when they first met Han, and they still call him Misty True Monarch?"

The bearded Taoist Chunshi was about to explain, when he heard an explosive roar from mid-air:

"Where are the spring jade, spring stone, and spring thunder?"

"Little Piaomiao..." Li Hou hadn't finished speaking.

The little fox lying at Han Shou's feet, squinting his eyes to digest his food, was so frightened that he jumped up and down more than ten meters.

"Pyrim!"

Already in mid-air, he roared angrily in the direction of the sound, and the sound wave instantly turned into an invisible giant blade "唪" that broke through the space and blasted into the distance.

(End of this chapter)