November of the third year of Shenyuan.

Winter is approaching, the earth is withered and yellow, and it is bleak.

Pedestrians on the road shrank their heads and looked up. Although the weather was not very cold, they had no legs and arms exposed. They seemed to feel a sense of inexplicable chill.

The Xiakejia Villa Farm is still as warm as spring.

In the restaurant, a hot pot conference was running on the green dining table.

Tofu, enoki mushrooms, vegetables... are boiling in hot water. It seems ordinary, but it exudes an unstoppable aroma of immortals.

This taste can only be heard in heaven, but how many times can I taste it in the world?

Unlike before, there was only one guest received, that is, the Ghost King Bodhisattva...

The other party has just personally sent the secret technique of level construction for the space channel, and Xiake Jia is holding a banquet to be lenient.

"Don't worry, it's all vegetarian, there is no meat or fish. Bodhisattva, you can enjoy it with confidence..." Xiake Jia advised diligently.

That's right, this is the great reward from the old man.

However, in Fang Ning's opinion, it is quite reliable. At least it has not produced a lot of "heavy rewards"... and it will be completely embarrassing.

"Haha, I didn't have such a good product at the Wanzhai Banquet set up by the Buddha back then. The Venerable rewarded me, and I am ashamed of taking it." The Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and said to him.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, and the Bodhisattva can enjoy it."

"In this way, I will not be polite." The Bodhisattva rolled up his sleeves and held the chopsticks in the other hand, and started to eat.

He only used a piece of tofu and ate it for a few bites, and then sincerely exclaimed: "Such skills are almost saints. But when a saint is above the top, how can he be close to the kitchen? If he had not tasted it in person, it would be hard to imagine that such magical arts could exist in the world. It turns out that life is endless and miracles are endless."

But after he said this, he just ate the chopsticks and tofu and stopped.

"Hey, Bodhisattva, why is this?" Xiake Jia said in surprise.

"Haha, if you take one more bite, I will worry that after years of practice, I will not be able to control my desires and break the precepts..." The Ghost King Bodhisattva shook his head and sighed.

His tone was filled with unstoppable regret.

"The Bodhisattva is indeed a master..." Xiake Jia said in admiration.

"Look at you, a rich man, you can't compare. When will you be able to reach the level of a Bodhisattva? If you don't play a game for three days, you will feel uncomfortable all over. The Bodhisattva can still control my legendary cooking skills. After all, he is a master. You really should learn from others, control your idea of ​​playing games, and do more work." The old man took the opportunity to teach Fang Ning.

"Okay, okay, teach me less. If I become a Bodhisattva, will there be the meaning of your existence? You are like the golden hoop on Sun Wukong's head. When he achieves the right result and does not act beyond the rules, it will naturally disappear. Do you want to disappear, either?" Fang Ning said with confidence.

"Uh, why do you always have so many fallacies?" the old man said angrily, "but the intuition tells me that what you said is right again, it really makes Bentong depressed."

"Hahahaha, just be sure you know." Fang Ning said proudly.

While Yitongyi was talking, the air suddenly fluctuated slightly on the green dining table, and a blue worm as big as a palm appeared.

As soon as it appears, it quickly crawls towards the hot pot.

Although it is green and has a very disguised color at this time, what are the two people eating?

Keep it firmly in mind now.

"Uh, Dad Chong won't eat it anymore. Am I here to help?" Chu Daqing raised his head and said embarrassedly.

"Oh, then you are really a filial pest..." Xia Kejia said expressionlessly.

"Of course, I have always been an obedient and good boy." Chong Daqing said with confidence.

"Haha, it's okay. I can't break the precepts, so let's clean the pot..." The Bodhisattva said with a smile.

"Dad Chong really loves me..." Chong Daqing proudly slapped it next to the hot pot, without using chopsticks, and swallowed it directly without using chopsticks.

Soon, a full pot of delicious food was gone.

"Hey, how could I be full?" Zhun Daqing was satisfied and suddenly wondered, "It's impossible. I should eat another hundred pots or a thousand pots..."

When the Ghost King Bodhisattva heard this, he couldn't help but cover his eyebrows, and then taught a lesson: "Daqing, being an insect is the same as being a human being, remember not to be too greedy. Such a delicious food is enough to eat a pot of delicious food."

"Uh, I'm just wondering, I shouldn't be full so quickly," Zhun Daqing said shyly, "Da Qinglong, are you afraid that my Zhun Dada will eat too much, so you added something that is easy to fill in it."

"Hmph, how could I be so stingy?" Xiake Jia said lightly, "I think you should be in a pupate, so you can easily feel full when you eat."

"Shen Horse?" Zhun Daqing heard this and jumped three feet high, and it didn't come down in the air. "This is impossible. I never thought about turning into a butterfly! How can I eat when I turn into a butterfly? Just like them every day, suck some soup and pull it down? It's better to be a ghost."

"Haha, there are causes and effects. Last time you swallowed a whole secret object, this is the cause. Today is the result." The Bodhisattva shook his head and smiled.

"No, I don't want to become a pupate, nor do I turn into a butterfly," Zhun Daqing jumped onto the Bodhisattva's head and pulled a few hairs on the other side of the temples to swing. "Dad Zhun, you must have a way."

"Uh, you come down first."

"No, if you don't tell me the solution, I won't come down. I'm not hungry anyway." Chong Daqing said with confidence.

"It makes Brother Long laugh," said the Bodhisattva helplessly, "This is simple, but you want to give up your strength. Are you willing to give up? You must know that after turning into a butterfly, you will be the first insect in this world who has truly great power to attain enlightenment, and your future will be promising."

"If you can't eat, that's the future is bright." Zhun Daqing didn't listen at all.

"Oh, maybe, this is an unshakable fixed number. Character and environment determine all this," the Bodhisattva shook his head and sighed, "You might as well think about it more..."

"No, I don't have to think too much. The sky is big, the earth is big, and the food is the biggest." Zhun Daqing pulled his hair and swayed back and forth.

"Oh," the Bodhisattva sighed again, "Okay, since that's the case, don't waste your strength, think of a way for me."

"That's good. If you say this, I'm a little hungry again. Big Qinglong, give me two more pots." Chong Daqingli said with confidence.

Xiake Jia didn't move.

Joke, I can't tell you any insect...

Fang Ning couldn't bear it and advised: "It can't eat much, you can just put it in another pot."

"Uh, you will feel sorry for others," said the old man, "Do you know that that pot is not made casually. I used a lot of precious materials, otherwise I would not get the high evaluation of the Bodhisattva. Listen, the Buddha's vegetarian banquet is not as good as that of the Buddha."

"You are just short-sighted, don't you think about what Zhu Daqing said just now?" Fang Ning had an idea and thought of a place.

"It is short-sighted. It doesn't want to be strong and doesn't want to become a butterfly for the sake of eating it in one bite. It's really incomprehensible." The old man said contemptuously.

"Yes, it doesn't want power, don't you?" Fang Ning asked.

"Of course I want it, strength means safety." The old man said with a serene thought.

"Yes, then if you choose an evil ghost and let the Bodhisattva pass it over... and this is still circulating. The next time it eats full..."

"Uh, I understand, the rich man is smart," the old man convinced again, "You really have great uses from time to time. I used to think of destroying you, but now it seems that I am too short-sighted. You are indeed life-long and surprises are endless."

"Ah, what did you just say?" Fang Ning was shocked when he heard this.

"It's nothing, you heard it wrong. I'll give Chong Daqing a pot immediately, no, I'll give Jiuguo again." The old man quickly changed the subject.

Not long after, nine mouthfuls of fragrant hot pot immediately came out on the green table.

"I just knew, Da Qinglong, you are still aiming at me. You can find a way to give it to Dad Zhun, just treat it as my future meal money." Da Qing said proudly.
Chapter completed!