After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

Crossing, crossing faster?

Du Rufeng stared at Ji Shi, wondering how he came up with such an unreliable idea.

But Ji Shi stood opposite him, recommending to him with a very serious expression, as if he thought the idea was very good.

"For you, there is no difference anyway," Ji Shi said, "Rather than lose your mana because of the incomplete transmutation technique on this broken jade slip, and be chased and killed by the pursuers of the Three Immortals Sect , it is better to incarnate as a god earlier, maybe you can get a glimmer of life."

With a froze face, Du Rufeng refused, "No, no, even though you said so, I am still very satisfied with my current path..."

Ji Shi interrupted him and asked, "What is your path?"

Du Rufeng blurted out the answer without thinking: "After eating all over Canglan, make Canglan's most delicious food!"

Ji Yi: "Tsk."

Du Rufeng: "...What are you tsk tsk, do you look down on the Taoist heart of a monk who knows the way of the fairy chef?"

Ji Shi shook his head and said: "Of course I don't mean to look down on the Taoist heart of the Taoist monk. I just sigh. I thought your goal could be higher, but I don't want you to be satisfied with just this."

Du Rufeng was taken aback for a moment: "What does that mean?"

Ji Yi glanced at him with contemptuous eyes, and said slowly: "A monk who is a fairy chef, eats all over Canglan, and makes the best food in Canglan? What about outside Canglan?"

Du Rufeng opened his mouth wide, and murmured back to Ji Shi's words: "...Beyond the Canglan?"

Ji Yi said passionately: "Is there no food in other worlds? Is there no food in other worlds that is better than the so-called best food you made? Canglan, big and small No matter how many worlds there are, even if you become an immortal after refining your spirit and returning to the void, you still dare not say that you can accomplish this kind of goal...but!"

Du Rufeng clenched his fists, his cheeks flushed, and he shouted with Ji Shi, "But!"

Ji Shi: "Isn't this endless road exactly what we monks are after? Whether it's the way of immortality or the way of God, isn't it the same at the last step?"

Du Rufeng was so excited that his eyes were full of tears, he rushed over to hold Ji Shi's hand tightly.

He said: "Fellow Daoist Shi, you are right! My previous goals were indeed too low. How can I only focus on my big world, Cang Lan?!"

Ji Yi pulled out his hand without a trace, and turned his eyes away from the thing that lowered the average IQ of the monks in the Canglan cultivation world, and his tone changed from passionate to low sigh.

"However, in your current situation, it is too much to want to accomplish this goal..."

The last few words disappeared from Ji Shi's lips, but Du Rufeng could understand the unfinished meaning in them. Thinking of his current situation, Du Rufeng's blood aroused by Ji Shi seemed to be splashed A bucket of ice water goes up.

"Ah, it's true..." Du Rufeng said disappointedly, "Now I can't even complete the goal of eating all of Canglan, let alone other big worlds..."

Ji Shi glanced at him, then changed the topic, and said, "However, there are other ways."

Du Rufeng was listless, and said, "Fellow Daoist Shi, do you want to take me into the divine way again?"

"Oh." Ji Yi laughed.

He stared at Du Rufeng for a long time for some unknown reason, until Du Rufeng broke out in a cold sweat, then smiled and said: "Divinity and immortality each have their advantages and disadvantages, but for you who don't even have a golden core, There is indeed an advantage."

"Wh, what's the benefit?" Du Rufeng felt his voice tremble under the pressure of Ji Shi's gaze.

"Well... this, friend Rufeng, do you know? As long as the divine power is sufficient, the gods can possess any of his believers, and a believer may be a mortal or a monk, as long as he hides a little After a while, no one will discover their identity as believers."

Having said that, Ji Shi laughed again.

"Fellow Daoist Rufeng, if your followers spread across Canglan, then it's very easy to eat them all over the place. If your followers spread across countless small worlds, then it's easy to eat them all over the world..."

Before Ji Shi could finish his sentence, Du Rufeng was already thinking about what he said.

If there are really believers, then he has many ideas about eating that can be realized.

He has always thought that the creamy snowflakes that grow from the ice and snow on the northern ice sheets, mixed with the blood of salamanders that occasionally appear in the volcanic magma in the southern mountains, might taste very good, but the former no matter what kind of utensils preserve it , It will melt in a stick of incense after leaving the ground, and the latter will condense into blocks as long as the temperature is lower than the temperature of the magma, which cannot be used as food.

This is a combination of natural ingredients that can never be seen, but it can't be realized. Du Rufeng has been thinking about it in his heart for several years.

If he had two believers, would it be possible for one to eat the snowflakes from the Arctic and the other to drink the blood of the salamander, while he was possessed by both of them at the same time, and the tip of his tongue could feel the snowflakes and fire at the same time? The taste of lizard blood.

...Thinking about it this way, I can't hold it at all, and my Dao heart is about to fall.

While Du Rufeng was daydreaming, Ji Shi stood aside, silently watching the saliva dripping from the cultivator of the Immortal Cooking Way.

When they met for the first time at the Chef King Contest (...), this fellow Taoist was so graceful even when chopping vegetables upside down, but now his image has collapsed to such an extent, this may be the so-called distance. beautiful?

He was very confident in his fooling around, so at the moment Ji Shi was only idly and distracted, and before he finished thinking about this question, Du Rufeng held his hand again.

"Fellow Daoist Shi!" Du Rufeng said with tears in his eyes, "You are right, anyway, sooner or later I will be transformed, so it might as well be earlier...Please take me to the divine way, Fellow Daoist Shi!"

"Of course." Ji Shi finally showed a sincere smile.

The small seal of the gods appeared in the palm of his hand. The black seal with golden lines made Ji Shi's fingertips look like jade, making people unable to look away.

There is also a paper of amnesty, and a tribute of incense table and candles.

Ji Shi happily said: "Fellow Daoist Rufeng, do you have the will to become a god?"

After finishing speaking, Ji Shi went to see Du Rufeng.

Then he froze.

Du Rufeng didn't notice his series of actions, but sat on the ruins, pulled his hair into a messy bird's nest, and said distressedly: "What kind of god should I become? The god of cooking? All cooks Believe in me? I am still a deity of food. If I am such a deity, can I use Shinto magic to directly turn unpalatable things into delicious things? Wow, I really look forward to it when I think about it—”

Speaking of which, Du Rufeng raised his eyes just in time to see Ji Shi who was looking at him expressionlessly.

"Ah, Fellow Daoist Shi, what kind of god do you think I should become?"

What kind of gods to become may be related to the wishes of the Shinto monks themselves, especially the human gods, which are the most common cases.

For example, Zhiniang vowed to eliminate bad love in the world, so she will become the humane god of love.

And Ji Shi has dual identities as the God of Chunshan and the God of Damin Guozuo. The God of Guozuo is a god of humanity. Generally speaking, only when he swears to protect the destiny of a country can he become the God of Guozuo.

The cooking gods and gourmet gods that Du Rufeng talked about also belong to the human gods. Among mortals who take food as their heaven, they are born with a foundation of incense. If Du Rufeng really becomes these two kinds of gods, his cultivation should improve very quickly .

...But you can also be influenced by incense, and even lose yourself.

Ji Yi glanced at the God of Kitchen Vulcan that he had written on the pardon before, and then looked at Du Rufeng who was full of expectations in front of him. After a long silence, he suddenly took out a brush from the mustard bag.

Du Rufeng blinked in surprise, when he saw his fellow Taoist carelessly altering the pardon.

"What did you write?" He leaned forward to read it.

At first glance, Du Rufeng only saw the handwriting like earthworms crawling on the whole paper, and almost laughed out loud, but before he laughed, Ji Shi gave him a cold stare.

Then he noticed what Ji Shi wrote.

"Bai... Bai... Baiwei God?"

When Ji Shi picked up his pen and wrote his crooked handwriting, Yan Beigui was somewhere in a valley trail that was only tens of miles away from him.

This trail is the only way to go to the place where Ji Shi and Du Rufeng are at the moment.

On both sides of the narrow path, the steep mountain walls are wet and dripping with melted snow, the snow water goes down the gap, and finally drips on the thin green leaves on both sides of the path.

Yan Beigui was holding the Wuming Sword in both hands, watching Xi Ye trembling by the water droplets, with a slight smile on his lips.

There was a faint sound of birdsong.

The Taoist with hair like frost and snow trembled in his ears, turned his head, and showed a very gentle smile to the visitor who came along the path and met him on a narrow road.

He said slowly, "I haven't seen you for a few days, Fellow Daoist."

The visitor narrowed his eyes to suppress the murderous intent in his eyes.

"Why is Fellow Daoist Yan here?" the visitor asked coldly.

"I've been so busy lately that I just have a little free time today, so I went out for a walk. The scenery in this valley is pretty good. Although there are no frost orchids on the roadside that haven't sprouted buds yet, looking at the orchid leaves, they should look good in the future. So I stopped to watch," Yan Beigui still said in that leisurely tone, "Does Fellow Daoist Jingrong have any research on orchid grass?"

The person who came, Jing Rong, the little sword master of Tianjian Dao, glanced at the orchids on the side of the road, which in his eyes were nothing like weeds, and said, "No research."

"That's right, most sword cultivators are not interested in flowers and plants." Yan Beigui didn't care about Jing Rong's repulsive tone, and was still looking for something to say, "But growing flowers is good for self-cultivation, fellow Daoist Jing Rong, you can give it a try, at least In the future...you don't have to show your killing intent so clearly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jianxiu on the opposite side snorted coldly.

There was a trace of icy sword intent in the snort, Zhang Kuang slashed at him, Yan Beigui raised his eyes, the sword was not out of the scabbard, he only stretched out the scabbard, and patted lightly to block the hum.

The strong wind swept past Yan Beigui, and swept towards both sides of the path, but unfortunately, the sword intent had been blown away by Yan Beigui, and the orchid grass on the side of the road swayed for a while, and soon returned to its original position.

Jing Rong: "What do you mean?"

Yan Beigui clenched his fists to cover his mouth, coughed lightly, and said, "I don't mean anything, it's just... Fellow Daoist Jingrong, this road is blocked, please go back."

The author has something to say:

Yan Bei returned to his heart: Originally, he wanted to have a romantic encounter with Fellow Daoist Chun. The posses were all arranged, but when someone came to find fault, he couldn't be happy.