After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

A loud shout from the visitor interrupted the wonderful performance of the two immortal chef monks who were fighting in the ring.

This hall was originally very elegant and quiet, except for the whispers of everyone talking, there was only the sound of silk and bamboo from unknown sources. In addition to the smell of food permeating the entire hall, there was nothing on Earth. Certain elegant places are nothing compared to this place.

The short monk's shout immediately gave the surrounding people the feeling of being in some mortal inn, watching those Jianghu people who are only in the realm of storing essence and nourishing energy seeking revenge.

They looked in the direction of the short monk's finger, and saw the white-haired monk sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals with a posture like a bell, with an extraordinary bearing, which made people feel good at first glance.

Soon someone recognized the return of Yan Bei.

"Oh, it's Yan Haoran."

"I heard that he also arrived at Donglin Mountain this morning. I didn't expect to see him here."

"Shouldn't Fellow Daoist Yan be a Golden Core cultivator?"

"The Demon Puppet Dao has killed dozens of disciples who stored essence and nourished Qi with one Golden Core and three foundations," the wise man analyzed, "Even if the Golden Core Demon Cultivator is only a seventh-rank Golden Core, Yan Haoran killed so many. It is impossible not to pay any price, I think Yan Haoran must have a secret technique that can explode true essence mana in a short period of time, and the drop in realm may be the price of this secret technique."

What this man said was clear and logical, but Ji Shi listened with gusto.

Yan Beigui really didn't know any of those things in the past?

For example, the short monk who yelled just now is probably another old friend of Yan Beigui.

Just when the short monk was about to continue provoking, following behind the short monk, the person whom the short monk called his brother reached out and stopped him.

That monk was two heads taller than his junior brother, he was handsome and handsome, he stopped his junior brother, bowed his hands gracefully to Yan Beigui, and said, "Fellow Daoist Haoran, long time no see."

Yan Beigui's eyes narrowed for a moment, he stood up, also cupped his hands towards the other party, and said: "It turns out that Fellow Daoist Yan Zhong has been in seclusion for a long time, and he just came out recently. , I haven't congratulated you yet."

"Where is it, he is just a temporary young city lord, so there is nothing to congratulate."

Fellow Daoist Yan Zhong said while holding the short monk's shoulder with his hand, and passed the short monk.

Judging from the expression of the short monk Ji Shi looked at, he felt that the other party did not retreat back voluntarily.

And the young city lord... is an elite disciple with a very important status in Yuhengdao, right?It seems that he is still a disciple who has some grudges with Yan Beigui.

Ji Shi suddenly came up with another bad idea. In order to avoid being discovered by Yan Beigui, he lowered his head, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

The exchange of greetings over there went very smoothly. Although there seemed to be some minor quarrels between the two parties, seeing that the work of the two monks of the Tao of Immortal Cook on the ring was about to be completed, in order not to disturb the surroundings, the two disciples of Yuheng Tao decided to Sit with Yan Beigui and Ji Shi.

Changing the goal of the external image to not being noticed, Ji Yi quietly gave up his seat and sat next to Yan Beigui, so that the two senior brothers could sit together.

Yu Hengdao, the arrival of a young city lord and his junior brother is like a stone thrown into a pool, the ripples on the surface of the water have disappeared, but the body is still undercurrent.

For example, the monks who were seriously admiring the Tao of the Immortal Cook now turn their attention to Ji Shi's table from time to time.

The moment Yan Zhong sat down, he played a mute sign, and the short monk who was told to shut up by his senior immediately jumped out and continued to provoke: "Come on, keep on fighting! Yan Haoran, dare you!"

"..." Yan Zhong.

"..." Yan Beigui.

"..." Ji Shi.

Lord Shanshen frowned, leaned close to Yan Beigui and asked, "Who is this person?"

Although he made a cover-up, everyone in the seat who was not sensitive heard his question.

The short monk's cheeks flushed immediately, he didn't know whether it was annoyed or ashamed, Yan Beigui clenched his fist into his lips, coughed lightly, and then introduced to Ji Shi with a smile: "I even forgot that you didn't know each other. Fellow Daoist, these two are disciples of Yuheng Dao, Fellow Daoist Yan Zhong and Fellow Daoist Jiang Tong."

Among the two named, Yan Zhong nodded with a smile, while Jiang Tong turned his head away, not looking at him.

Yan Beigui introduced Ji Shi to them again, of course the name Shi Ji was introduced, and the two of them exchanged a few words, and they knew each other.

In the two cubicles surrounded by topaz screens, the competing monks finally completed their works.

They are all one meat, one soup and two vegetables. The ingredients used are either spiritual plants or monsters. They are served in small plates, and each plate is only a small bite.

It was the first time to come to such a high-end, western-style "restaurant", and Ji Shi, who thought he could have a full meal, fell silent.

It has to be said that Ji Shi still maintains a lot of mortal habits. Immortal cultivators can fast after building their foundations. The body he is currently using is made by himself, so he doesn't need to eat at all, but if he has the opportunity to eat, he will definitely eat. According to the past habit, put a bowl to eat.

There are three plates and one bowl. Each of the three plates contains a plant stalk, a piece of fermented bean curd that is no bigger than a thumb, like white jade, and a piece of meat that is still on fire. The soup in the bowl is as clear as water. Ji Shi looked at it for a long time, but did not find a single oil star on the surface of the soup.

The monk presiding over the ring said loudly: "Of the four bowls, two bowls belong to Fellow Daoist Cheng, and two bowls belong to Fellow Daoist Du. All of you are judges. Please post your comments after eating."

All the monks in the audience said: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Cheng and Fellow Daoist Du, for asking me to wait for this meal."

After saying this, they began to eat.

Ji Yi picked up the chopsticks, and picked up the most shabby stalk first.

I can't see it, it's delicious, the veins of the plants flow with a touch of aura, very chewy.

He ate the piece of meat that was constantly dancing with sparks, and within a moment after entering the mouth, he picked up the bowl of liquid, whether it was water or soup, and drank it down in one gulp, but it was still not enough.

... The taste of swallowing a mouthful of crackling and exploding magma is so spicy.

Ji Shi cast a salivating glance at Yan Beigui's soup, retracted his eyes and reached out to pick up the tofu curd which should be sweeter and less spicy, but when his fingertips were about to touch the plate of tofu curd, Yan Beigui put his hand A bowl of soup was pushed over.

"You gobble it up like this, how can you taste it?" Yan Beigui said with a light smile.

"..." Ji Shi.

The Lord Mountain God stared at the bowl of soup that was pushed to his hand, and with divine power, he suppressed the burning sensation on the tip of his tongue, and then pushed the bowl of soup back to Yan Beigui.

Yan Beigui didn't say anything else, and took it back silently, but Ji Shi suddenly imagined the two of them "here! No, I'll give it to you!" This gesture of mutual rejection made goosebumps all over my body.

Yan Zhong on the opposite side watched the interaction between the two, raised his eyebrows, and pushed down Jiang Tong who wanted to jump out to speak again.

After everyone had finished eating, they wrote their own comments—ignoring the behavior of some monks who suddenly sang, chanted poems, or danced and undressed during this period of time—it was already more than half an hour later, the host The monk beckoned, and the results written by the monks flew to him like snowflakes.

It was still a while before the statistical results came out, Yan Zhong closed his eyes, as if he was still thinking about it, and Jiang Tong took advantage of his senior brother not paying attention, and provoked again.

"Yan Haoran, do you dare to bet that the monk will win later?"

Yan Beigui didn't respond to him, but whispered to Ji Shi.

Seeing that this trick didn't work, Jiang Tong looked away in embarrassment, but happened to meet Ji Shi's glance.

For some reason, he felt that the cultivator beside Yan Haoran looked at him with contempt. Although the contempt was only for a moment, it left a deep impression on him.

"……you!"

Jiang Tong's voice suddenly raised, waking up Yan Zhong who was thinking about it, and Ji Shi looked at him again in surprise, Jiang Tong found that the other party's eyes did not see the previous contempt, but were pure and kind.

...Is it his illusion?

There are so many opportunities for monks to have delusions.

Jiang Tong frowned.

He felt that he and Fellow Daoist Shi Ji didn't know each other before, and if Fellow Daoist Shi Ji provoked him, it would definitely be Yan Haoran's instruction.

"Are you going to bet with me?" He pointed at Ji Shi and asked.

"Me?" Ji Yi was at a loss, "Who wins the bet? But I don't know."

Probably because Ji Yi's tone was too dazed, he was glanced at by Yan Beigui.

Ji Shi didn't care, Yan Beigui wouldn't expose him in public, the Taoist priest with hair like frost and snow shook his head, followed Jiang Tong's words and said, "I bet that Fellow Daoist Du wins this competition."

"Then I'll bet on being a fellow daoist!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Tong finally calmed down, and stared at the monk presiding over the ring with his powerful eyes.

The presiding monk who suffered from the disaster of the fish pond was covered with cold sweat from his stare, and his hands moved a little faster. Using magic techniques to make statistics is already fast. After a while, the presiding monk announced: "The one who has received the most praise is It's fellow Daoist Du, with 380 two positive reviews and 57 negative reviews, 130 friendly reviews and [-] six negative reviews."

Jiang Tong's face turned blue all of a sudden.

On the stage, the monk surnamed Cheng's face also turned blue. When the monk surnamed Du bowed his hands to him, he snorted and flung his sleeves away.

Such a performance of not being able to lose caused everyone to discuss in a low voice, and at the table, another person who couldn't afford to lose almost threw up his sleeves and left, and was almost caught by Yan Zhong.

Yan Beigui gave him a step down, "I chose first this time, and I took advantage."

Jiang Tong snorted and sat back in his seat.

The winner of this competition of The Way of the Immortal Cook is determined, and it is considered to be the end.

The monks who enjoyed the feast together bid farewell to each other, and left through the tall pillar one by one. Ji Shi and the others fell at the end. When they got out of the tall pillar, Jiang Tong still couldn't hold back and turned around.

"Yan Haoran, you choose a ring, and we will compete!"