I slay demons and cook in the world of cultivating immortals

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In the small courtyard, Shen Qinglan and Monk Wukong stood opposite each other.

Shen Qinglan probed, and the monk smiled, "Thank you, Master Qinglan, for sending this little monk back."

Shen Qinglan still didn't speak, the monk said seriously, "It's really me!"

After speaking, he found Mudun to sit down, "If I don't eat for a few days, I'm going to starve to death."

Obviously, after eating Bigu Pill, you will definitely not be hungry, but the monk is used to eating it, how can one Bigu Pill be enough.

"That brother of yours is hiding again?"

"Yes, he hid again."

Shen Qinglan exhaled, "That brother of yours is a real tiger! If there is a disagreement, he will make a killer move!"

The monk shyly bald in embarrassment, "His temper is too violent, but he never does anything to his own people."

It was also because I was too impulsive at the beginning that things got out of hand at that time, and finally turned into the current situation.

Shen Qinglan immediately flattered her, "It really is the treatment only a lover has."

After finishing speaking, he shrank his neck again, "Maybe I praised you too much."

"My senior brother is a food cultivator."

"If there is no lotus leaf, then..." The monk turned his head and stared at Shen Qinglan, is that what he thought?
Shen Qinglan still smirked, "Don't you want to taste it?"

Fortunately, there is Sixth Brother, even if the meat is burnt, it is still meat after all.

"Then what are you doing with a sad face?"

When I come again, I will wait for the lotus leaf that the monk will come.

Monk: This guy is really brave!
But why is he moved?
"You want me to steal the lotus leaves of the nine-petal cloud lotus in my master's pond?"

"Where did this come from?"

"it is good!"

Looking carefully, I found that the monk's face was not very good, "What's the matter? Are you really scolded?"

This one was also new, she got it in the nine-story demon tower, it was big enough for her, the monk and the little wolf to have a full meal.

Monk: This guy has a fat heart and a bad heart!

Shen Qinglan said, "There is no canteen in your temple? Shouldn't you take me to have a taste?"

"My master said that it is time for the disciples to honor the master."

After eating the food made by Shen Qinglan for half a year, he even forgot that he also came here in a hard time.

Shen Qinglan continued, "You can go and ask your master, if it's useless, it will be cheaper for us. The chicken of this lotus leaf chicken is tender and delicious, and the chicken has the sweet fragrance of lotus leaves. It's perfect!"

The monk shook his head with a smile. He had already seen the master, and he had made it clear about Anping.

Fortunately, the monk did not disappoint Shen Qinglan.

Shen Qinglan also sat down beside her, "Speaking of which, I haven't eaten well for a few days."

If it doesn't come, it will have to be made into roast chicken.

"It seems that the lotus leaves in my master's courtyard are of no use. They are piled up in piles. It should be fine if there are a few less."

The monk stared, "Monks don't lie."

She knew the monk was greedy, but not stupid.

"Really?"

Then the two burst out laughing.

The monk listened to it and smiled, which made people happier than complimenting him.

Shen Qinglan chuckled, "Intuition."

The monk sighed, "Amitabha."

If it is something that cannot be moved, he will definitely not move.

If Master Puyu gave it, it would be another end. They ate the lotus leaf chicken made from the lotus leaves of the nine-petal cloud lotus that has been around for thousands of years.

He didn't even put away his storage bag, and came back with a few big lotus leaves in his arms.

Shen Qinglan echoed, "I've only heard that the nine-petal cloud lotus can make alchemy, but I haven't heard what the lotus leaves of the nine-petal cloud lotus can do. Most likely, the lotus is slowly withered after being picked."

The monk has never eaten it, but as long as it is made by Shen Qinglan, he will have no objection.

Daoist Qingyuan has always been very generous to her, and he heard monks usually praise their master and praise heaven, but he did not expect to be scolded.

The monk who was scolded didn't dare to reply. He went to ask for lotus leaves, and the master would naturally ask the reason.

Shen Qinglan happily took out the third-grade Yuluo chicken and dealt with it.

Shen Qinglan also agrees with this point, besides, the monk Wuxin made a move before to help her out.

The monk's heart was moved, and he knew that Shen Qinglan was just encouraging him.

"Then I'm relieved. I'll leave after eating this meal. I feel that if I stay for a long time, I will lose my life."

Shen Qinglan shook her head again and again, "You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Your master is in the Mahayana period, so I dare you to steal his lotus leaves?"

Are all the bosses in the Mahayana period so down-to-earth?
These people have been fasting for at least several thousand years, right?

She was just giving it a try. When the apprentice went to collect what the master asked for, there were only two outcomes: either he would not give it or he would be scolded. Anyway, the person who was scolded was the monk, not her.

The monk really went!

"Then I will trouble Fellow Daoist Qinglan."

Take out the internal organs of Yuluo chicken, marinate it with seasoning, and put various spices and side dishes into the pot to stir-fry. Then these side dishes will be stuffed into the chicken belly.

Shen Qinglan couldn't help showing a smirk on her face, "But there are no lotus leaves."

This time Shen Qinglan stared, "Monk dog!"

Shen Qinglan took out the three-qi shield, "Will Fomen cook meat be kicked out of the mountain gate?"

It's also possible that Shen Qinglan's mind went into a twitch, "Monk, how about making a lotus leaf chicken?"

Two voices sounded at the same time. It was Shen Qinglan who said the same sentence to the monk. Monks don't lie.

"Young monk is really hungry."

The monk struggled for a short time, "Then I'll try, at most I'll be scolded."

What he said is true. I have never heard of the use of lotus leaves.

"Amitabha Temple pays attention to one porridge a day."

And from the beginning to the end, Shen Qinglan didn't have any strange eyes.

She looked at the monk suspiciously, "Don't you come up with a despicable method because you wanted to hide it for yourself."

She has never lived in another sect, let alone ate food from other sects.

Shen Qinglan clicked her tongue twice, "At least we have Lingmi and boiled white meat in Tongjianmen."

Probably because I am in a better mood and more courageous.

Make sure Shen Qinglan doesn't say a word more.

"Don't worry, I've made it clear to Master that you can leave whenever you want, without even saying hello."

"You wait!"

The monk shook his head, "No."

Shen Qinglan answered immediately, "What Master Wukong said is absolutely true."

She looked for some ingredients in the storage bag, thinking about what to eat.

Shen Qinglan: ...

"He's not bad." Shen Qinglan boasted.

"Monks don't lie."

"Monks don't lie."

He just praised Shen Qinglan, maybe a little too much, to the extent that there is nothing in the sky and nothing in the earth.

Originally, his senior brother was a food cultivator, so his master was naturally curious when Shen Qinglan praised him like this.

He was forced to try Wu Zhi's skill, and it was an unbearable experience.

Shen Qinglan began to look for ingredients in the storage bag, "I just want to make an ordinary lotus leaf chicken, you can really help me!"

The monk murmured unconvinced, "How dare you call it ordinary when you cook the lotus leaves of the nine-petal cloud lotus that is thousands of years old?"