Buddhist practice feeling and choose after pregnancy

The clouds and mists are billowing, and the fairy air is floating.

Surrounded by palaces in this mountain range, it is magnificent.There are also spirit beasts coming in and out, monks falling into the clouds, and all kinds of magic weapons show their brilliance, making this entrenched Lingshan extremely majestic and far-reaching.

All kinds of cultivators come in and out of the room, and it is a grand banquet of cultivating immortals.

Meng Xia came with Shizun's sword, and when he got here, Shizun naturally had a place to go, while Meng Xia was a little behind, talking to those cultivators he had befriended.

That is naturally slower.

"Don't plan to come without lights?"

When Meng Xia was asked this, he couldn't help laughing.

Before he turned his head, he heard a slight uplift in this seemingly calm voice.

Hear it and know who it is.

"Do you think he will come?" Meng Xia turned around, first bowed in a nondescript manner, and then said casually.

Bai Shu, dressed in a white robe, frowned slightly. The Hongyun long-sleeved robe was a specially-made magic weapon, which made this powerful man of the fusion stage look like a dusty man. If he stepped on the auspicious cloud again, he might be about to ride a crane A model for going west.

Meng Xia mocked for a moment in his heart.

It's no wonder why he feels disgusted, because Meng Xia's character is jealous, so he is more straightforward.

Cultivators are quicker to detect malice than kindness.

Bai Shu's face outside, which was always serious and serious, revealed a little thought, frowning and said: "What did Wudeng say to you?"

Meng Xia said calmly, "Old Ancestor, I'm afraid this Daoist meeting is about to start."

The meaning of its refusal is revealed on the surface.

His attitude seemed to be calm, but the sword was full of intent, and it was extremely sharp. It was clear that the sword of life was not out of its sheath, and it was already showing its sharpness!

Bai Shu didn't stop him.

After he entered the inner chamber, the nephew of the Xixin Sect who was following Bai Shu was so angry that he couldn't help saying: "Master, how can you save him so much face? Even if he is the suzerain of the Wanjian Sect You are a closed disciple, but his attitude is really annoying! How dare he put on such airs in front of you!"

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator is absolutely inferior to the power of a fusion stage!

In the past, the ancestors didn't have such a temper!

Bai Shu said thoughtfully, "Don't bother with him, the time has come, let's go in."

Such a grand event is the Centennial Conference.

It is said to be a hundred years, but in fact the opening period is uncertain, whether it is a hundred years, or three or four hundred years, it is still possible.

It all depends on the decisions of various factions at that time.

Once it is held, it will naturally be a grand event in the world of cultivating immortals.

Countless cultivators rushed to participate in the event, and over time, those who were invited became a threshold of measurement.

For those who did not go to the Hundred Years Conference, such a glorious experience is slightly inferior.

In the conference, there is naturally one class after another, and those with different cultivation bases have different levels.

With Baishu being so powerful, the Daoist Association he participated in was naturally the highest level.

If this century-old daoist society is really only rumors from the outside world, it's just that, then these ancestors don't have to go out in person to come to the dojo.

The Centennial Daoist Association is actually giving these great powers a cover.

When to open, why open, just wait for them to decide.

There are countless lotus platforms in the cloud dojo.

The blossoming golden lotus is truly dazzling, like the bright sun.But under the deterrence of sitting in the seat, it seemed a little dim again.

Countless majestic powers entered the seats, sitting high above the clouds.

After Bai Shu sat down, there was only one empty seat left.

An old voice said in a neutral tone, "Won't that bald donkey come?"

Xu Changtian, the suzerain of the Wanjian Sect, chuckled, and said mockingly: "Then you should go to Huaguang Temple to get him out."

Someone laughed and said, "Don't just type it out."

"What is there to say to Wu Wang, the bald man who protects his shortcomings?"

"That dwarf is short, but his skills are not superficial, who of you dare to compete with him?"

"joke."

These tyrannical cultivators gathered in one place are no different from ordinary people in the world.

Hatred, love and hatred, rely on each other.

"Stop lying."

On the other side of the Xinxin faction, besides Bai Shu, the person sitting was not the head teacher Bai Zhaobo, but an old man whose breath was barely noticeable.His long beard almost drooped to his knees, his beard was gray, and he didn't seem to have a bit of fairy spirit.

Bai Shu's attitude towards him is very respectful.

He called the old man the old man.

The ancestors of the Xinxin Sect, just because they are thousands of years old, are stronger than all the ancestors present.

Even if they were pretending, they had to pretend to be respectful, so they all became quiet.

"Four years ago in 230, there was a change in Tianmen."

The ancestor of the Xixin Sect was not a liar, and when the dojo became quiet, he began to speak slowly.

His voice was clearly extremely deep and slow, but it seemed as if every word was knocking on his ears.

"At that time, the Hundred Years Daoist Conference was held, and all of you here decided to take this opportunity to find a way to open the gate of heaven. 150 years ago, with the help of the mind-watching mirror, the Xinxin Sect calculated that the opportunity fell in Cangzhou. Therefore, during those years, each The Daxiu Immortal sect has sent people to Cangzhou."

The ancestors of the Xinxin School brought up this old story again, but the meaning is unclear.

"In the end, it was Huaguang Temple who saw this opportunity."

So there is also the famous Wudeng master in the world of cultivating immortals, Xie Chenshan!

"Aren't you bringing this up again to settle an old score? That old monk Wu Wang didn't attend the meeting today, so he has already expressed his attitude."

There was that high and low voice that seemed to be singing, and it was like a fairy music, which made people tremble.

"Who is afraid of Wuwang?"

"Wu Wang is the most protective, the little monk has been by his side for a hundred years, I'm afraid he is reluctant to let go?"

"It's easy to say, these years, apart from mentioning that the opportunity is in Cangzhou, the Xixin faction has not mentioned anything else, right?"

Every sound made the clouds and mists around the dojo roll, as if they couldn't bear the power of those words.

Bai Shu smiled lightly.

His qualifications are not at the top of the dojo, but due to his identity as a mind-washing sect, it is still a little different.

Bai Shu said: "Now we have found that the abnormal movement more than 200 years ago was caused by the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord is the fruit of all evils and filth!"

As soon as these words came out, the dojo was silent.

Only the suzerain of Wanjian Sect pierced the silence with a deep voice, and said coldly: "Bai Shu, why did you say that?"

The world of cultivating immortals, the world of demons, and the realm of demons have always maintained a relationship that does not interfere with water.

There is no such thing as hunting down demons and killing evil.

There is actually no so-called good and evil among the Gein clans, but they all live under the law of heaven, and no one is stronger than the other.

Even if an evil creature like the Demon Lord was born out of the Demon Realm, as long as he doesn't invade, everything will be fine.

But at this moment, Bai Shu's sword is pointing at the Demon Lord, it is not such an easy thing to do!

The fruit of evil and filth is not a cause and effect that can be summed up by a mere demon!

The ancestor of the Xixin School said indifferently: "More than 200 years ago, when the Tianmen changed, Cangzhou also had an accident. It's just that at that time, everyone's eyes were on the Tianmen, but few people paid attention to the trivial matters of a state in the world. .”

The sarcasm implied in his words made some people frown slightly.

It's just that the person who said this is the ancestor of the Xinxin sect, so he can only hold back.

"At that time, Cangzhou was full of bad luck and it was too prosperous. Therefore, in the place where the bad luck gathered, a woman felt pregnant." He said, "After 150 days, the woman gave birth to a son. The child was born. It's the Demon Lord."

In just fifty days, an unknown past event was exposed!

At the same time, it is also a big event that shocks you!

"What? Demon Lord?"

"Feeling pregnant?"

"More than 200 years ago, Cangzhou? Who handled it?"

"How can there be no news at all?"

Among those surprised whispers, Bai Shu said calmly: "It was Huaguang Temple, Dao'an dealt with it. He should have dealt with it properly, but it's just the way of heaven, and it cannot be changed by manpower."

The son still survived.

If not, how could there be a Demon Venerable who is now dominating the world? !

Mei Ruyu, head of the Hehuan Sect, laughed loudly, her voice was as crisp as jade, and there was a faint fragrance in her breath, her every frown and smile were touching.

"Xinxin Sect has said so much, but they didn't come to tell us about the ancient times, right? Then it's better to just draw the line and make it clear. That is, this Demon Venerable was conceived by the Dao of Heaven, and he was born of bad luck. so what?"

"Shut up!"

The ancestor of the Xixin Sect suddenly opened his eyes, those old and deep pupils were like ice that never melted from ancient times.

It was extremely cold.

"The way of heaven has a feeling, and it should follow the sky. Bad luck is ominous, and the son born is the fruit of all evil and filth. He will contain the filth of this world and then end it! Only in this way will it be possible to prevent the future of this bad luck from spreading , Restart the Heavenly Gate of Immortal World!"

Bai Shu closed his eyes.

And this opportunity just fell on Wudeng.

...

In Dahe City, Guangxia Prefecture, there are two favorite bun shops.

One is in the north of the city and the other is in the east of the city.

The one in the north of the city is sweet, and the one in the east of the city is salty.

So if you like to eat sweets, you always like to go to the north of the city.

It's a bun shop, but it's just a small stall. It seems that the two brothers are maintaining their livelihood.

These two people are different, one is good-looking, the other is ordinary; one loves to laugh, and the other doesn't like to laugh.

This shop is supported by the ordinary gentleman who loves to laugh, and the handsome gentleman who doesn't like to laugh.

At the beginning, the gentleman who didn't like to laugh always gave people a kind of eerie feeling.If you are timid, you don't like to go there at all.

So business is always not very good.

But the man who loves to laugh doesn't seem to mind the influence of his brother. Instead, he always sits down and talks to the man who doesn't love to laugh when he has nothing to do.

All very ordinary things.

Pointing to the pedestrians on the street to joke, pointing to the ants on the ground to praise, pointing to the clouds and mists in the sky and saying that it will rain tonight.

Small, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, like the years that flow silently every day.

Those who dared to talk badly would ask: "Your big man, is there something wrong with his brain?" In their eyes, the big man is good-looking, good-looking, and brilliant, but he is really permeable, and he doesn't say.

The smiling, ordinary-looking gentleman smiled and said: "It's not that he has a problem, it's just that he's a little slow in learning words, and he's a bit afraid of people. Please bear with him."

After a long time, some people felt sorry for them, so they bought more from them.

There are also some who feel that these are just ordinary people, and they are no longer afraid of the gentleman who doesn't like to laugh, but instead ask for this or that.

In these ordinary pyrotechnic packages, I don't know when it started.

"how much is this?"

"Two, Wen."

An extremely rigid but slow voice sounded.

The old acquaintance just asked a question according to the old habit, and after waiting for a response that would not appear, he went directly to find the smiling man inside to ask for buns.

Unexpectedly...

The old acquaintance looked up and saw a pale and strong hand stretched out in front of him.

Ears are the repeated words.

"Two words."

The eyes of the old acquaintance suddenly lit up, he took out a ten-cent coin and slapped it on the palm of his hand, shouting loudly: "Xie Lang, Xie Lang, your idiot can talk—"

Xie Lang, who had poked his head out at some point, laughed.

His smile seems to be a little different from the past, it seems to be more sincere, it is a joy from the heart.

Xie Chenshan said with a smile: "I heard it."

He wrapped ten buns, wrapped them heavily in oiled paper, and stuffed them into the hands of regular customers.

"Happy together."

The old acquaintance did not refuse, and slapped Xie Chenshan on the shoulder. Before he could speak, he was swept away by a strong force.

It's just that although the strength is great, it doesn't hurt much.

The silent, quiet handsome man leaned on Xie Chenshan's shoulder, as if not letting anyone approach him, then walked around in front of him, and stuffed ten coins into Xie Chenshan's hand.

The old acquaintance was neither angry nor angry, but said with a smile: "Oh, this is quite a friendly brother. It's not in vain that Xie Lang has been taking care of him so painstakingly. Anyway, the hard days are coming to an end."

In their eyes, a stupid person can finally speak, isn't it the end of their expectation?

So this old regular customer was not angry about being beaten just now at all, but was happy for Xie Chenshan.Glad that his time was not in vain, this Dalang still misses him anyway.

After the old acquaintance left, invisibly, several tentacles of the Demon Lord wrapped themselves around Buddha's legs.

He said slowly: "He, why, happy?"

Mozun seems to have figured out which end the emotions between each other belong to.

Warm, comfortable, delicious... that should be a happy mood.

Dislikes, dislikes, and repulsive tastes should be bad.

That ordinary human race just now suddenly gave him a delicious feeling, maybe he was happy.

Mozun struggled to identify these subtle colors.

Xie Chenshan said with a light smile, "Because you talked to him."

Mozun then said: "I also often talk to you."

If that person is happy, will the Buddha Cultivator be happy?

Buddha Xiu also smiled and said to him: "Happy."

So the demon king also became happy.

Those invisible tentacles swayed, and after a while, they slid back together.

someone is coming.

"I heard that the buns here are sweet, bring me some..."

Xie Chenshan stood behind with eyebrows raised, watching Mozun slowly talking to those people, and after a long while, the deal was completed.

The sound of ding dong falling into the tube was a bit crisp.

When Xie Chenshan handed the buns out, his brows and eyes were slightly curved, as if he was very happy in this gorgeous afternoon.

When the sun goes down, the stall will be put away.

One person and one demon, walking in tandem.

"The things at home need to be replenished."

"Ah."

"Muzhi probably hasn't left the customs yet, so I have to save some food for him. Although he's gone bigu, he still can't change it."

"Ah."

"In a few days, the temple fair will be held, so why don't you clean up the ghosts and ghosts nearby?"

"Ah."

Those who walked in front seemed a little helpless.

"Does the Demon Lord have any other ideas and ideas?"

Such obedient acceptance always gave him the feeling that he was about to be deceived.

Mozun thought about it.

Then reached out and grabbed Xie Chenshan's sleeve, imitating his appearance, and said unhurriedly: "Go home."

This is a word he just learned from the stall today.

He asked Xie Chenshan, what is going home?

Xie Chenshan told him that if close people live together, that is to go home.

Mozun wants to go home with Xie Chenshan who is close to him.

The person walking in front paused slightly and looked back at him.

"You want to go home?"

Mozun nodded.

Xie Chenshan laughed and said cheerfully: "Then ignore it, and leave the stall tomorrow."

He reached out to hold Mozun's cold hand, and led him in another direction.

"go home."

...

The continuous drizzle in Guangxia prefecture cools down the hot and dry prefecture.

Zhao Kesong opened his eyes, feeling relaxed all over.

He has been in seclusion for a long time, and he finally stabilized the impetuous state he had been in since the Mind-Guarding Mirror.

He seemed to hear the sound of rain falling.

That voice made his whole body quiet.

Rain in summer is already a very refreshing thing, and people listen to it without knowing it.

After a year of precipitation and polishing, Zhao Kesong's golden core realm has been stabilized, and he will no longer leak his aura rashly.

He exhaled.

They no longer settled in the Xiuxian residence in Guangxia Prefecture, but found a house in Xie Chenshan, which is a relatively secluded place in the prefecture.

Just go out, there is still a bustling market, and people from all walks of life.

There is quite a feeling of being hidden in the city.

When Zhao Kesong was going down the mountain, he never expected to live such a life.

Waking up in the morning is practice. Although the bigu period has passed, I still eat some hot meals occasionally.With the spiritual formation without lights, no matter how much Zhao Kesong tossed about, the spiritual energy was sufficient, and it felt like letting it go to waste.

And Xie Chenshan and Mozun naturally live together.

In the past half a year of leisure, Zhao Kesong had the illusion that they were living in a sloppy way.

It seems that they are not Buddhist cultivators, alchemists, or demons, but just the most ordinary human race, living peacefully like the Zhao family before.Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Yes, it is true that we work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Because Xie Chenshan and Mozun would go out to do business every morning!

It sounds a little ridiculous.

This one is a famous Buddhist cultivator in the world of cultivating immortals, and the other is a frightening demon king. These two have nothing to do with setting up a stall anyway!

Zhao Kesong opened his eyes, only feeling that the breath in his body was at ease.

The master often told him not to be restless, the foundation is the most important thing.Therefore, every step of Zhao Kesong is also very steady, and he never moves rashly.

The owl seemed to have taken root in Zhao Kesong's head.

It's been more than a year, and this little thing hasn't grown up. It's still so small that it can be carried away in your arms.

After raising it for so long, Zhao Kesong could barely tell that the owl was somewhat afraid of the Demon Lord.

Also, who is not afraid?

Zhao Kesong laughed at himself.

He stood up, put a blindfold on the owl, so that ordinary mortals could not see him, put him on the head, and decided to go out to see how the two absurd adults were doing business.

Although Zhao Kesong didn't know where the two of them were doing business, it was not difficult to find them.

The left side is just those places.

Markets, temple fairs...

Today is a temple fair, so it should be in the west.

Zhao Kesong's body and bones have grown, his youthful aura has faded, and he looks more or less a handsome gentleman.After tempering the aura, he has an extravagant aura, and he often attracts the attention of girls when he walks on the road.

He walked briskly and arrived at the temple fair in the blink of an eye.

The temple fairs in Guangxia Prefecture are always more peculiar than other places, except for some rare things of the human race, those weird, unique, and special things are occasionally there.It's just that the good and the bad are mixed, and the fish's eyes are mixed up. How to distinguish it is the buyer's business.

I saw that there was a crowd of people in front of the temple fair, and most of them were gifted scholars and beauties who rarely get out.

Cigarettes are curling up, and people's voices are buzzing.

Zhao Kesong swept across the crowded crowd, and finally found that strange stall in the busiest corner.

It is strange to say that it is strange.

On the left side of the stall, there was nothing there, but a dusty monk was sitting.

He looked unshaved, and he didn't know why, but there were quite a lot of people queuing in front of him. When he meandered outside, counting, there were hundreds of people.

Zhao Kesong looked at it with interest, and suddenly noticed that the other end was the opposite.

In that position, only occasionally a few people come and go in a hurry.

Most of the people who came here were sad and looked like they were in good health.

I saw them sitting there, and they didn't know what to say, and they looked like they were begging.As long as the person on the opposite side nods slightly and takes out something from their pockets and hands it over, those people will be full of joy and spend a lot of money.

Hey!

From this point of view, it is more profitable than monks!

Zhao Kesong paced past, unknowingly, others could not notice his figure.

He just squeezed those people in line to the front, and said with a helpless smile: "Master, what are you doing...?" Zhao Kesong raised his eyebrows and looked at the two strange lines, not knowing what to say What.

Most of the people who came to look for Xiechen Mountain just sat for a while, then got up and left.

Sometimes money is given, sometimes not.

Zhao Kesong glanced at the white cloth hanging on the table in front of Wudeng, on which was written only the word "sit quietly", and as for the bowl for collecting money, there were scattered silver, copper coins, and even a small Ring Yuhuan.

Xie Chenshan said: "Experience the tastes of the world."

He said so profoundly.

Zhao Kesong:?

The corner of his mouth twitched, and then he pointed at the bowl that was almost full in front of the Demon Venerable next door, and said tremblingly, "What is the Demon Venerable called?"

Xie Chenshan didn't even raise his eyelids, and said calmly, "Experience the joy of making money."

Zhao Kesong: Hehe.

After observing for a long time, he finally figured out why the Demon Lord was doing this business?

Most of the people who come to pray are trapped by ghosts, curses, feng shui, or nearby demons and so on.

And what Mozun gave out was a small cloud of black mist that he had pulled down from himself.

Condensed in the eyes of mortals, it is an inconspicuous black ball.

The aura of the Demon Lord is condensed in this ball, even if it will overflow and disappear soon, that short moment is enough to deter all demons and ghosts!

Zhao Kesong couldn't help complaining: "This is fighting poison with poison? No, it will only be more poisonous than before. This is the Demon Lord!"

when--

dang dang-

The bell rang for the end of the temple fair.

It's time to pay.

Even though the line in front of Xie Chenshan was still long, and even though there were still people looking for Mo Zun, the temple fair was over, so it was time for them to close their stalls.

As soon as the stall was closed, many people showed disappointment.

Xie Chenshan closed the stall without pretending to use spells, and said, "I'll punish you to go back to practice more tomorrow. You didn't observe those little balls carefully."

Zhao Kesong was slightly stunned, seriously recalling the scene he had just seen.

After a long time, when it was time for them to leave the temple fair together, Zhao Kesong said doubtfully, "Mozun, have you controlled your own power to this extent?"

He was very confused.

After all, before this, Mozun had always opened and closed.

Maybe it's because his cultivation has reached the extreme, and he never needs to worry about whether it will be wasted or exhausted.

Xie Chenshan said with a half-smile, "The Demon Lord is right behind you, why don't you just ask him?"

Zhao Kesong coughed.

If he asked, the Demon Lord would answer him.

But the master said so, Zhao Kesong also turned his head solemnly, and said to Mozun: "Mozun, may I ask you to control your own cultivation now, has it reached the point of being extremely subtle?"

Even Zhao Kesong himself disliked these words.

Sounds extremely odd.

Just as he was about to say hello and find a way out for himself, he heard a strange and quiet voice sounding slowly.

"It will be in one day, let's go."

Zhao Kesong was stunned.

He didn't expect that he could really get the answer from the Mozun!

And on the other side, Xie Chenshan was still talking to Mozun, saying that the temple fair was over, so starting tomorrow, he could go back to kneading buns.

"Knead, knead the buns?!"

Zhao Kesong was taken aback.

He didn't even think about what the master and the devil were doing during the time he was practicing in seclusion?

"Wait a minute, when you said you were doing business, could it be... that you were selling steamed stuffed buns?"

He uttered the last few words with great difficulty.

Xie Chenshan and Mozun walked together, one person and one Mozun looked at him together.Buddha Xiu smiled calmly: "What's wrong with making vegetarian buns? These days, the buns you often eat are all made by the Demon Lord."

Zhao Kesong suddenly felt his stomach churning.

It's over, he won't be poisoned to death, will he?

Xie Chenshan hit Zhao Kesong's forehead with a small stone from nowhere, and said calmly: "You have been eating the things kneaded by magic power for so long, even if something happened, it would have happened long ago."

Zhao Kesong rubbed his forehead.

The owl, which had just been startled, landed on his head again, and yelled at the demon a few times steadily.

Zhao Kesong blocked Owl before he opened his mouth completely.

Over the past year, the owl has repeatedly howled at the Demon Lord, which seems to have become the norm.Zhao Kesong even made it a habit to block the owl's beak the moment he noticed the owl opened its beak, so as not to spit out anything good.

Seeing that Mozun didn't intend to kill, Zhao Kesong was thankful.

Back in their rented house, Zhao Kesong really realized that the stall they set up every day was really selling steamed stuffed buns.

He was vaguely thinking that on the way back just now, Xie Chenshan took Mozun to the market to buy some missing ingredients.

Zhao Kesong almost felt blind when he saw Mozun take out the money with his own eyes.

At night, Zhao Kesong watched Mozun enter the kitchen helplessly.

After hesitating again and again, he also wandered in.

He saw Mozun kneading the dough with magic power.

He saw Mozun beating the dough.

He saw Mozun adding water.

he saw...

Zhao Kesong floated out.

Xie Chenshan stood in the courtyard looking up at the stars.

Zhao Kesong stood behind him numbly.

"So surprised?"

Zhao Kesong said quietly: "Mozun, in the kitchen, kneading dough. This character, place, and things are combined in one place. Even if I go out and spread it now, no one will dare to believe it."

Xie Chenshan looked back at the kitchen.

Through the looming window paper, he saw the Mozun waving two tentacles quickly to beat the dough.

Xie Chenshan pursed his lips, holding back the faint smile.

Forget it, don't let Muzhi know about this.

"Don't Muzhi feel that the Demon Lord is easier to get close to than before?"

Buddha Xiu said unhurriedly.

Zhao Kesong thought about what he saw and heard today, and no matter how doubtful he was, he couldn't help but nod.

The Mozun goes to the temple fair, the Mozun makes steamed stuffed buns, and the Mozun is doing business... It's like an ordinary person doing things that were never imagined before.

He was a little dazed.

"...Could it be that the master has always let Mozun do it alone? This is oppression."

Xie Chenshan laughed loudly: "I taught him how to make Baozi."

...

The next morning.

Even with the extra training that the master said, Zhao Kesong still secretly followed Xie Chenshan and Mozun when they went out.

Dawn broke, and the sun shone on the tiles.

Cast a thin layer of bright color in the narrow alley.

That small stall is at the entrance of the alley.

Xie Chenshan was busy at the stall, passing buns to people and steaming buns.

But the person who talks to people outside and collects money is Demon Lord.

Zhao Kesong lay on the eaves, his eyes widened.

"How much is the bun?"

"Two documents, one."

"Come three."

"it is good."

Then there is communication that is invisible to mortal eyes.

A tentacle got out from nowhere, and then rushed to the side of Xie Chenshan, first tugged on his cuff, then suddenly a big tentacle turned into three small tentacles, bending around, as if Attract Xie Chenshan's attention.

So Xie Chenshan knew that he was going to make a few buns for the guests who came over.

Zhao Kesong watched the silent interaction silently.

Although there are not many pedestrians who come to buy things, they are not a minority.He even felt that many of them were repeat customers, because when they came, they directly handed over the money to the Mozun, and the Mozun didn't need to ask, and the tentacle cleverly transformed the amount that it should have.

It was as if the demon had memorized the appearance of these people and the number they needed.

The business at the stall started from early in the morning until almost noon, when no one came.

Xie Chenshan took off the thick cover, took out two buns from the warm steamer, and handed one of them to the tentacles who had been following him.The tentacle curled up like a treasure, and then was snatched away by the Mozun expressionlessly.

The other one was directly smashed by Xie Chenshan.

Zhao Kesong caught it abruptly, and couldn't help but feel the softness in it was hot.

He took a bite.

It's a familiar taste.

Master Wudeng was right, the things he ate in the past were indeed made by the Demon Lord.

Xie Chenshan gave away two, and then bought one for himself.

He leaned against the wall behind him, unhurriedly tore off a piece, and put it in his mouth, the slightly sweet taste spread between his lips and tongue.

Mozun does not need food other than blood food.

But when he is making vegetarian buns, he likes to add sugar.

The sweet taste was different, and he precisely controlled it within a category.

If it is more, it will appear sweet and greasy; if it is less, it will be slightly insufficient.

Xie Chenshan said: "Do you like a sweeter taste?"

The bun was stuffed into Mozun's body, but Xie Chenshan didn't know whether he ate it or didn't eat it at all.

Mozun dragged his voice and said rustlingly: "Sweet, like you."

Xie Chenshan shook his head with a smile, and ate all the remaining buns.

"I don't have any sweet smell on me." He thought for a while, stretched out a hand, and the tentacles that had just been snatched away by the demon king aggrievedly reached out, wrinkled into a wretched ball in the palm of Xie Chenshan's hand .

Xie Chenshan chuckled lightly: "Naughty."

But there was a shallow cut in the palm of his hand.

The tentacle rolled around in the blood, sucking it obediently.

Demon Venerable is unwilling to devour Xie Chenshan's flesh and blood, so Buddhist cultivators naturally have no reason to persecute him.It's just that every seven days, he still does bloodletting, whether Mo Zun likes it or not, eats it or not, he just does it on his own.

After a long time, Mozun knew that even if he refused to move, it would still be the same.

Such a practice has been formed.

Zhao Kesong, who was lying on the eaves silently nibbling on the buns, fell silent.

He didn't know how to describe the interactions between Xie Chenshan and the Mozun. If it was too intimate, then these every move was restrained and traveled, not too close.But if you want to talk about alienation... If the master is so painstaking and lonely, he has searched all kinds of possibilities for the so-called "being a human being" by Mozun, and is so persuasive... so what?

It seemed that Mozun's body had really begun to smell like human smoke.

It's like a god who is alienated and alienated, suddenly pulled down from the mortal world.

That weird feeling of stunnedness never dissipated in his heart for a long time.

"gone back."

Xie Chenshan said lazily.

Zhao Kesong subconsciously responded, turned over and rolled down.

That's it.

He happily followed behind one person and one demon.

What did these things have to do with him?

Now that he follows these two, he is already satisfied.

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感谢在2021-04-0523:57:07~2021-04-0623:40:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: probably one in summer;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Hanxiao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!