Immortal and Demon Cultivation

People from the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang do not understand the culture of Huaxia Jiuding. They have no feeling about Huaxia Jiuding, and they have not even heard of it.

In the eyes of the people of Middle-earth, this is a sacred artifact passed down from their ancestors, but in the eyes of the five tribes in southern Xinjiang, this is the biggest cauldron in the world!

I saw dozens of shrews using simple wooden pulleys to hoist the animals ready for slaughter into the large green cauldron filled with water.

A bonfire was set up under the big green cauldron, and dozens of Miao women were struggling to throw dry wood into the flames. The steam coming out of the huge big green cauldron almost formed a layer of white fog.

Seeing this scene, Sun Yao was so angry that he almost fainted.

He shouted: "What are you doing! Stop it! This is a sacred object! Are you using it to remove the hair of animals?"

A group of Miao women couldn't understand what Sun Yao was talking about, so they kept to themselves and threw a big fat pig with blood soaked in.

Sun Yao was furious. If there was any damage to this thing, he would explain it to the leader.

Even if there is no damage, the artifact passed down from the ancestors cannot be used as a cauldron for removing pig hair.

Just as he was about to have an attack, Ye Xiaochuan happened to be walking by with Wangcai in his arms.

He said: "Senior Brother Sun, they are a group of ordinary women and children in southern Xinjiang, why should you be angry with them?" When Sun Yao looked at Ye Xiaochuan, he immediately rushed over and said angrily: "Junior Brother Ye, you came just in time, look. Look, look, these ignorant women are using a big green cauldron to boil water to molt animals and pluck their hair. The master uncle is very fond of this cauldron.

, masters from Cangyun will be sent to escort this cauldron to China in a few days. If there is any damage, neither you nor I can bear it. Ye Xiaochuan waved his hand and said: "It's not their fault. I approved them to use the big green cauldron to boil water this morning. Tomorrow is a very important festival in southern Xinjiang. We have to respect other people's traditional festivals. There aren't many in the camp." If she has a big pot, I will lend it to her first.

It takes us two days. it's not a big deal. "

Sun Yao's eyes were bigger than bull's eyes and he said: "No big deal? That's the Da Qing Cauldron." Ye Xiaochuan said: "I know, I wouldn't have dragged him back if it wasn't the Da Qing Cauldron. Don't worry. Well, it can't be broken. This thing was slashed ten thousand times with my powerful sword technique last time, but it didn't cause any damage. Now it's used to boil water. It's not a problem at all.

question. Senior Brother Sun, this thing is the big green cauldron that is respected by thousands of people in China. Here, it is just a big pot. Don't worry about it. If you have any problems, I'll take care of them. "

Sun Yao became angry and wanted to argue with Ye Xiaochuan again. Then he thought, why should he waste his words?

Now that Ye Xiaochuan is in the limelight for a while, Sun Yao is worried that he can't find a handle on Ye Xiaochuan. Now Ye Xiaochuan says that if anything goes wrong with Da Qing Cauldron, he will be responsible for it, which is great.

At this moment, Sun Yao was even praying that the big green cauldron would be burned out, and then the head master would be punished. It would be interesting to see how Ye Xiaochuan would be able to get away with it.

I thought so in my heart, but didn't show it on my face.

He hummed: "You are the owner of the Pluto Flag. You have the final say in everything. I don't care. If something goes wrong, don't say I didn't persuade you!"

Naturally, Sun Yao couldn't really ignore it. It was one thing for the Daqing Cauldron to be burned by an ignorant woman from southern Xinjiang, but it was another thing for it to be stolen by people from other sects.

Sun Yao, who turned to leave, quickly found Ma Xinqun, Xiao Wu, Qi Bing and others, and asked them to take turns guarding the surroundings of the Daqing Cauldron day and night, and not allow people from other sects to get close.

As for those Miao women who use big green cauldrons to boil water for hair removal, let them do it. Anyway, they are not responsible for anything that goes wrong. The unlucky one is Ye Xiaochuan.

Seeing Sun Yao leave angrily, Ye Xiaochuan secretly laughed in his heart. This Sun Yao was really capable, but he was too narrow-minded and too small-minded, and he took everything so seriously.

Ye Xiaochuan felt that Sun Yao, who was so narrow-minded, was most suitable to be the future law enforcement elder of Cangyun Sect. Thinking of this, Ye Xiaochuan felt that it was time to let Sun Yao, the troublemaker, make the mess in front of him even more chaotic. At that time, he asked Sun Yao and others to come to the Wanyuan Mountain camp to meet up just for this matter. I was just busy all the time, so I was delayed.

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Now that southern Xinjiang is relatively stable, the war at Yingzui Cliff in Central China is expected to be inconclusive for three to five months. Ye Xiaochuan thinks it is time to take advantage of the winter period when both sides are repairing to attack the Thousand Faces Gate again. Hornet's nest.

It doesn’t matter whether it has dates or not, let’s build three poles first.

Middle Earth, Seven Star Mountains.

The cool night wind blew by, stirring a piece of withered yellow weeds, and then a colorful pheasant fluttered out from the withered grass.

But at this moment, a pebble came from the darkness and hit the pheasant directly on the head. The pheasant flopped on the ground a few times and then belched.

In the darkness, a fat monk wearing shabby monk robes walked out. He threw away a handful of pebbles in his hand, clasped his hands in front of the dead pheasant, and recited a sutra for a while, as if to save it. After the salvation was completed, the fat monk said: "Hey, why is there a dead pheasant here! Whose is it! Whose is it! If no one claims it, then it belongs to me! Since it is dead, I ate its preserved fruit. , Buddha should have nothing to say, right?

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The fat monk skillfully plucked the pheasant's feathers and removed its dirt, made a small bonfire, and roasted the pheasant on the fire. His skill was really good, and the roast was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma was overflowing.

The fat monk took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip. Just as he was about to start eating, more than ten rays of golden light suddenly fell in the air, transforming into a young monk who had been wearing white monk robes for more than ten months.

When these dozen monks saw that the fat monk had wine and meat in his hands, they all proclaimed the Buddha's name.

A young monk at the head said: "I don't know which monastery this brother is a disciple of. How come he doesn't abide by the rules and precepts and kills animals wantonly!" The fat monk laughed and said: "I didn't kill it! I picked it up! I came here. By that time, it was already dead! I wanted to bury it, but suddenly I felt that it was empty, but it was a good geomantic place for burial, so I lit a fire and barbecued it, and offered salt and pepper.

Supplemented with cumin spice, it is also a blessing! "

When the monks heard this, their expressions changed slightly.

It is really rare for a monk to speak so righteously about eating meat.

The leading monk announced a Buddhist name and said: "Little monk, Kasyapa Temple, not far ahead is where I, Kasyapa Temple, and other Buddhist disciples gather. Since this senior brother is stubborn, I would like to ask him to go with the young monk." Bar."

The fat monk said: "Are you from Kassapa Temple? You've come just in time. I'm just trying to talk to your Kassapa Temple about life. After I finish eating the roast chicken, I'll go with you."

Those disciples of Kassapa Temple would naturally not fulfill his wish. After all, Kassapa Temple is the first sect of Buddhism in the world. Most monks still strictly abide by the rules and precepts. There are very few monks like Liu Jie who are drunk and meaty. So several young monks stepped forward, tied up the fat monk and escorted him to the camp of Buddhist disciples.