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Braised human head?

Before the old man could carry him to the kitchen, the young owner of Qinghong Villa had already fainted on the spot.

The shock that this ordinary little inn gave him should be something he will never forget.

The old man waved his hand, and several waiters had already taken care of the two body parts.

For a moment, all the monks from Southern Xinjiang looked at each other with fear in their hearts.

Who would have thought that such a small inn outside the Sesshou Temple could hide such an expert?

For a time, no one dared to move the dishes or chopsticks.

In the huge inn, there was only Qu Huanbo's table in the corner, and the sucking sounds of "Zi Liu" and "Zi Liu" could be heard.

"Hey, brother, did you enjoy your meal?"

The old man tremblingly picked up the wine jar, walked to Qu Huanbo's table, and filled it with wine.

It seemed that the instant beheading just now had nothing to do with him.

Qu Huanbo dropped the smooth bones in his hands and let out a hearty laugh.

"Well, this water basin mutton really deserves its reputation."

"Although it looks a bit rough, it tastes fragrant, tender, fresh, and smooth, and has a spiritual energy lingering around it. It is the best in the world."

"It seems that 'Beheading Chef Dingfeng' will still have a future with his sword."

Chef Feng? ? ! !

Everyone was amazed when they heard this.

This name would have been very popular a hundred years ago.

Legend has it that ‘Feng Chuzi’ inherited the cooking skills from the former Prime Minister Yi Yin.

He is proficient in the "Cooking Ding Dao Gang". Wherever the blade points, the heads of people are separated, and the Culinary Ding cuts off the ox.

In an instant, a hundred cuts can be made.

After the blade cuts through it, the blood will make a sound like wind when it flows out.

Hence the name ‘Feng Chuzi’.

Just like the disciple of Qinghong Villa who was beheaded just now.

Even though his head was cut off, he still didn't react.

This shows how fast his sword skills are.

But what people talk about most about Chef Feng is that he wanders around the eight wildernesses and nine states, catching exotic animals and cooking delicious food.

The exotic animal dishes he cooks fully retain the essence of the spiritual flesh of the alien beasts, and there is a chance of understanding the magical powers of the alien beasts by eating them.

The effect is better than that of golden elixir!

So once upon a time, one of Chef Feng's dishes could make monks all over the world go crazy for it.

There are countless dignitaries who want to ask him to cook.

But I don’t know why, but it suddenly disappeared a hundred years ago.

There are rumors that he made the demon clan's holy son into a dish and was hunted by the demon clan.

Some people also say that he was devoured by a strange beast while fighting it.

No one expected that he would appear outside the Sesshou Temple and open such a little-known inn.

The old man put down the wine bottle and wiped his hands gently on the sweat towel, but there was still a faint smile on his face, as if he was not surprised at all after being called a bad name.

"Thank you sir, eat well and drink well."

After speaking, he picked up the wine bottle and turned to leave.

And Qu Huanbo's eyes fell on Chef Feng's back through the edge of the bamboo hat.

He would never show up at Sesshou Temple for no reason.

But the other party didn't tell me, and I couldn't ask more questions.

Qu Huanbo frowned, wondering if he had anything to do with what the emperor had ordered.

…

Time flies by and night falls in a blink of an eye.

Guests came to the Shasheng Temple in droves.

Why is the jade-sharing conference held at night?

Because water spirit jade will only show psychic moonlight under the moonlight.

All the famous sects in southern Xinjiang gather here.

Even the Ghost Sect, which has always been at odds with the Sesshou Temple, sent Venerable Chi Lian over this time.

There is no way, for a sect.

Luck is really important.

Use the Nebula Banner in exchange for the Water Spirit Jade.

Each takes what he needs.

Li Chen stood at a high place, raising his head slightly, the crescent moon was half covered and half hazy.

Looking at the endless stream of Southern Xinjiang monks outside the mountain gate.

The corners of Li Chen's mouth raised slightly.

The stage is almost set up, but the only thing missing is someone who can sing.

He had already passed through Nanguo and learned about the Daguangming Temple's intention to intervene.

At the competition meeting, Li Chen saved the ten geniuses from Zhulong Temple.

And at the bank of Shangyang Lake, I sent the Fire Dragon Master to his early bliss.

The feud between the two sects was finally settled.

Behind Zhulong Temple is Daguangming Temple. This uninvited visit may not just be to vent anger on Zhulong Temple.

Two hundred years ago, Sesshou Temple was crowded out by the three major Zen temples.

He had no choice but to withdraw from the world of cultivation and closed the temple and the mountain.

The Daguangming Temple is one of the culprits.

Once the Shasheng Temple was closed, the Daguangming Temple supported the Zhulong Temple in southern Xinjiang.

Collect sesame oil from everywhere to create good fortune.

This can be said to be new hatred plus old hatred.

"It's time to meet them."

Li Chen looked at the crescent moon in the sky and tapped his feet, but there was no trace of it.

…

The school grounds of Sesshoji Temple were crowded.

The purpose of their coming to the Jade Distribution Conference was not just for the ‘Shui Ling Jade’.

The news that Daguangming Temple went south has spread like wildfire long ago.

What is the existence of Daguangming Temple?

One of the three largest Zen temples in the world.

Taking the meaning of light, we worship the Mother of Light Buddha for the wish that the Buddha’s light will shine universally and save all living beings.

Sharing the destiny of "Tianshiyuan" with Shushan Sword Sect.

Also known as: Nantian Sword Zen.

On the other hand, what about Sesshoji Temple?

After two hundred years of silence, it became lonely and shabby.

Although it is said that he has returned to the world again, it is still earth-shattering.

But compared with Daguangming Temple, it is a world of difference.

One is ebbing and the other is ebbing, and judgment is made.

Therefore, many sects have already defected in the face of battle.

Thinking to himself: Cranes and clams fight, but the fisherman benefits.

At this time, a high square table has been set up in the middle of the training ground of the Killing Temple.

Fist-sized stones are piled on the table.

Under the moonlight, they emit a faint white light.

These are the water spirit jades that many sects in southern Xinjiang are eager to get.

At this time, a group of southern Xinjiang monks looked at the table full of water spirit jades with fanatical eyes.

"Is this the Water Spirit Jade?"

"Hey, of course, this thing is a natural spiritual species. It is said that it is transformed by the spiritual power of the water god and can suppress water veins."

"And my southern border is flooded and water-logged. We must have Water Spirit Jade to solve the flood."

"Hehe, Water Spirit Jade is important, but exchanging the Nebula Banner for Water Spirit Jade is a good plan."

"Well, I'm afraid that the Killing Temple will not be satisfied this time."

"Everything has its own destiny. Let's wait and see."

"Then wait and see?"

"Wait and see!"

But at this moment, a Buddhist chant suddenly came from outside the crowd.

"Amitabha."

Li Chen, wearing a moon-white monk robe, came late.

Behind him followed the three elders and five chief seats.

The noisy sound just now suddenly became much clearer.

Li Chen walked to the middle of the training ground, swept his eyes around, and bowed eleven times: "Amitabha."

"Thank you for traveling thousands of miles to kill together."

Before he finished speaking, a cold snort came from the crowd.

"Give me back my brother's life!"

This cold shout was like a thunderclap.

The training ground, which had just been quiet, was particularly eye-catching.

The monks moved to the sides, and soon a small path appeared in the middle.

At the end of the path were monks in fiery red robes. Who else could it be but Zhulong Temple?

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