Rise of Qinglian

Anyone with three thousand avenues and eight hundred side doors can become an immortal.

Xuanyang Realm is rich in resources for cultivating immortals, with countless treasures of heaven, materials, and earth. All monks with five spiritual roots have the opportunity to advance to the Mahayana stage. If the opportunity is great enough, you can cultivate immortality without spiritual roots, and your achievements will be no worse than those who have spiritual roots.

An alluring aroma wafted from a distance. When Wang Qingshan smelled this aroma, he immediately felt his appetite increased and he felt a sense of hunger.

You know, monks above Foundation Establishment can live without food and can eat. Unless they lose their magic power, they will not feel hungry.

Lan Fukong's stomach growled and he swallowed hard.

The monks looked at each other and looked into the distance.

A wrinkled old woman in purple robe and a bloated middle-aged Taoist priest strode towards them. The old woman in blue robe was Ma Yulin.

The middle-aged Taoist priest is wearing a green robe, with a fair face, small eyes, and a bulging belly that makes the robe a bit tight, and a smile on his face.

"Today, fellow Taoists, you are in for a treat. Fellow Taoist Lin personally cooks the blood-bone fish. His cooking skills are superb and it is an eye-opener for me."

Ma Yulin said with a smile.

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his sleeves, and a cauldron with flashing green light flew out and landed in the stone pavilion.

There was a muffled sound, and the floor was shattered by the green cauldron.

The cyan cauldron is half a person tall, with three legs and two ears. The cauldron is engraved with patterns of strange birds and animals, and it emits astonishing fluctuations of spiritual energy.

"Fellow Taoist is Qing Xiuzi's disciple? I've admired his name for a long time, and famous teachers give birth to great disciples. When I saw him today, his reputation was indeed well-deserved. With the qualifications of fellow Taoist, it's only a matter of time before he is promoted to the combined stage."

Lan Fukong's eyes fell on the green-robed Taoist priest, and he praised him sincerely.

Generally speaking, monks who enter Taoism through food are relatively fat. After all, they often take various kinds of natural materials and earthly treasures.

"Fellow Daoist Lan, this is my nephew Ma Baozong."

Ma Yunbiao corrected.

Lan Fukong smiled and said: "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Ma for entering the Void Refining Stage. Fellow Daoist Ma is walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger. I thought it was Fellow Daoist Lin just now!"

"I have long heard of the name of the true king being boasted, and it turns out that he lives up to his name."

A joking male voice suddenly sounded.

A gust of fragrant wind drifted by, and a tall, thin young man in a golden shirt suddenly appeared in the yard. .

The young man in the golden shirt has a fair face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and there are several sachets of different colors hanging around his waist.

"I've been in Xialin Fujian and met all of my fellow Taoists."

The young man in gold shirt cupped his fists and said.

"Lin Fujier? Aren't you hungry?"

Lan Fukong rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that fellow Daoist Lin also knew about Lan. It's disrespectful."

"I haven't been in Xuanling Continent for a long time, but I've often heard people mention Fellow Daoist Lan."

Lin Fuji's face showed a meaningful expression.

"Fellow Taoist Lin is ridiculous. I don't have any reputation. Famous teachers give birth to great disciples. I believe that fellow Taoist Lin will be better than his masters."

Lan Fukong said in a flattering tone, with a flattering look on his face.

Lin Buer nodded with a smile and said: "I hope that, following your auspicious words, all fellow Taoists will have a taste of Longyou Dahai, which I personally cooked. It uses fifth-level high-grade blood-bone fish as the main ingredient, and adds hundreds of thousand-year-old elixirs. It can be said to be a great tonic.”

Ma Baozong injected a magic formula into the green cauldron. The lid of the cauldron flew up, and an alluring aroma wafted out.

Wang Qingshan stood up and looked into the cauldron.

There is a ball of blood-red liquid in the cauldron. A blood-red spirit fish floats in the blood-red liquid. You can see various ingredients such as Ganoderma lucidum, lotus root, and mushrooms.

Ma Yulin took out a set of exquisite bowls and chopsticks and filled a bowl for each of the monks. The juice was blood red and gave off a strange fragrance.

Su Chenguang and others looked at each other in confusion and did not speak.

Lan Fukong didn't hesitate, picked up a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Yes, yes, it is indeed a delicacy in the world. Lin Daoyou's cooking skills are superb, and his achievements in the future will be limitless."

Lan Fukong complimented, picked up the porcelain bowl, and took a big sip of soup.

The monks had a good relationship with the Ma family, and they thought that the Ma family would not harm them. Several monks holding a pair of chopsticks took a symbolic bite and then stopped moving their chopsticks. Brother Su Chenguang did not move his chopsticks.

Wang Qingshan ate a piece of fish and felt that the fish was so tender that it melted in his mouth. An astonishing spiritual energy rose in his abdomen, and his whole body felt as hot as falling from a volcano.

He quickly used his skills to refine this spiritual energy.

Less than half an hour later, Wang Qingshan returned to normal and broke out in a hot sweat.

Most of the monks didn't eat much, but Lan Fukong didn't have any taboos. He quickly finished a bowl and then filled another bowl for himself. While eating, he asked Lin Buer for advice on cooking methods.

Lin Buer told the truth, and Lan Fukong complimented him from time to time, making Lin Buer feel a little elated.

After three bowls, Lin Buer and Lan Fukong were already chatting. Basically, Lin Buer was talking, and Lan Fukong asked a few questions and complimented them.

Lan Fukong wasn't just making things up. He also knew something about cooking. There were a few questions that even stumped Lin Buer.

Wang Qingshan nodded secretly. He finally understood why Lan Fukong had a wide range of contacts. If it were him, there wouldn't be much conflict of interest and he wouldn't hate Lan Fukong.

When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups are too little, so Lan Fukong can have a good conversation and even praise himself.

"I didn't expect fellow Taoist Lan to know so much about cooking. I'm disrespectful."

Lin Buer said with emotion.

"Fellow Taoist Lin is so complimentary. Mr. Lan can talk but cannot cook. He is not as good as Mr. Lin. It is Lan's honor to be able to eat such delicious food."

Lan Fukong said modestly that he often participated in celebrations held by big powers. Even if he was not invited, he would shamelessly go to attend, send a congratulatory gift, and flatter others by the way, thereby expanding his social circle. He didn't care what others thought of him. .

He made friends with many high-level monks and chatted with them more, which enriched his knowledge reserve. He was able to speak some technical nouns. Only by flattering others in this way could he gain recognition from others. Even if he was flattering, he still had a rich knowledge reserve. , flattering randomly can easily get slapped on the horse's hooves.

Wear it a thousand times, but flattery never wears it.

Lin Buer was complimented by Lan Fukong and felt a little ecstatic, mainly because Lan Fukong could chat with him. Lan Fukong had a certain understanding of cooking techniques and was not just making things up.

Wang Qingshan and others couldn't get a word in at all and chatted casually.

More than half an hour later, Lin Buer and Lan Fukong finished the dish. Not even the soup was left, most of it went into Lin Buer's stomach.

Lan Fukong and Lin Buer's faces turned red, and they quickly used their kung fu to refine the huge spiritual energy contained in the ingredients.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, your master has also arrived at Xuanling Continent?"

Zhang Yuqian asked curiously.

"I don't know the whereabouts of my master. I traveled alone to the Xuanling Continent. I heard that fellow Taoist Ma had obtained a fifth-level blood-bone fish, so I came here."

Lin Fujie said vaguely.

Ma Yulin began to discuss the way of cultivation, and talked about condensing the Dharma, and each expressed his or her own opinion.