I remember that when my grandfather was still alive, he said that Xianrentang was the most effective place in Lecheng, if Wu Xuanze grew up in the future, it would be best to come every year, and he couldn't come to take the time.

When I was a child, I was really heartless, and I forgot what my grandfather had told me after he left.

Thanks to his grandfather, he still doted on him the most when he was a child, but he didn't remember what his grandfather said the most.

It's a shame to think about it now, it's such a scene to come to Jiuxian Mountain again, such an opportunity, in order to seek protection.

walked into the kitchen, and Aunt Wang on the side was busy at the stove.

Since Wu Xuanze went up to this mountain, Aunt Wang has been busy non-stop, obviously a small kitchen, but it seems that there is endless work.

I remember when I was a child, everyone in the village seemed to be like this.

There was a huge steaming barrel on one side of the stove, and the moment they entered the kitchen, everyone smelled the fragrant porridge.

It is completely different from the fragrance of white porridge that Wu Xuanze drank on weekdays, it is a very simple rice fragrance without any impurities, and the breath enters the tip of the nose and passes through the lungs, as if the lungs have been washed in an instant, and it is indescribably thorough.

"Wow, this white porridge is so fragrant." Ruan Xian'er moved her little nose, and couldn't help but move towards the steaming barrel, lifted the wooden lid, and a rising white mist suddenly filled the small kitchen, and the mellow aroma of white porridge became more and more intense.

Several people swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

They had never been so hungry for a bowl of white porridge.

They couldn't believe that this white porridge could be as fascinating as a fairy and a genius treasure.

"The rice is the rice planted by Xianrentang uniquely, which is watered with the water of the cold pool all the year round, and the dragon excrement is fertilizer, which has this unique and unique mellow fragrance, but this secret, ordinary people don't tell him." Abbot Yuanfeng carefully served a bowl of porridge for several people.

A coarse bowl of white porridge, sitting on the table with hot white porridge, is even warmer than at home.

They sat around like a large family, tasting the different white porridge in the fairy hall.

"I remember when I was a child, my grandfather said that this white porridge is the porridge that the immortals drink, and no matter what, you have to drink a bowl every year, no matter how far the journey is." Wu Xuanze said with the white porridge, and his thoughts suddenly returned to the picture when he went to this immortal hall with his grandfather.

But at that time, he was really a mortal, but he felt that this spiritual mountain was more immortal than other mountains, so he couldn't feel any difference.

In his current realm, the slightest fluctuation is difficult to escape his perception.

It can be clearly said that under the Nine Immortals Mountain, and even the entire Lecheng, there is now an invasion of foreign enemies, and he can know it in an instant as soon as his consciousness moves.

For example, there are more than a dozen cars and police cars driving towards the winding mountain road of Jiuxian Mountain at the foot of the mountain now, and Wu Xuanze can perceive it clearly.

The perception of one's teammates covers a radius of one kilometer at most, and then expanding the perception area needs to be upgraded to a higher realm.

The group of people who came down from the mountain naturally came for the shaking of the mountain.

Think about it with your ass.

However, this place has been restored to its original state, even if it is unrecognizable, they leave the Nine Immortal Mountain, and it is difficult for these people to ask anything from this immortal hall.

Aunt Wang also made a few small dishes for everyone, all of which she grew in the vegetable garden, and the taste was much more delicious than Wu Xuanze's late arrival, and the same was true for seasonal vegetables.

After eating the porridge, a few people noticed the people coming down the mountain.

Abbot Yuanfeng said: "There is a wing room in the backyard, and a few people can take shelter there." ”

"Hmm."

They are also reasonable people and don't want to cause any trouble to Abbot Yuanfeng.

Early in the morning, a group of strangers appeared here, and in the morning the earth shook again, and it was impossible to say that it had nothing to do with them, but I was afraid that the police would take them back first, and then they would have to get rid of the trouble.

The wing room was very simple, and a few people were resting in the wing room for a while, and the sound of cars came from outside the fairy hall.

As for how Yuanfeng explained, as an old monk, he has a very good set, but he is just chattering about some Tai Chi to send these people away.

Especially those who have money and some power in their hands, the more superstitious and feudal they are, the abbot of Yuanfeng is what he says, and he thinks he is pointing them a bright road.

But these people are still convinced, and even the abbot of Yuanfeng is talking nonsense, and they also send him money, you are not angry.

Even if Abbot Yuanfeng now has the strength to reach the level of a nearly B-level hero, but the road to cultivation is already bumpy, there is no way to break through the sky, meandering the future, and exploring the past, but it is just to guess some things from some details and habits of the target's body, and then use some habitual means to amplify it, and it is enough to make people confused.

If he had cultivated to the point where he could penetrate the heavens, he would have ascended to the immortal and gone long ago, so why bother to practice dry meditation here, why not ascend to the Elysium as soon as possible.

The leaders of the town came with a group of cadres, and it was impossible to do nothing, and after asking nothing, they began to have ideas about the surroundings of this immortal hall.

First of all, it was proposed to repair the Xianren Hall, then it was proposed to fund the abbot to expand the temple, and finally brainstormed to let the wealthy merchants in Qinglian Town raise a batch of Buddha statues to erect a monument to protect the ecology.

The secretary worked the side, writing down the leader's sudden flash of inspiration, whether it was useful or not, whether it was realized later, and when the time came, it was good to remind the leader, even though his bag was already stuffed with a thick notepad.

During this period, the leaders donated incense money, worshiped the Buddha and burned incense, and went to the grassroots level to drink white porridge, which made a good impression on the reporters.

After doing all this, the leader bid farewell to Abbot Yuanfeng and led a mighty group of people to leave Jiuxian Mountain.

In the wing, Wu Xuanze and the others waited until the leader left before coming out.

"He really knows how to do face engineering, do a full set of things, admire and admire, obviously it is an investigation of the underground survey in the mountains that has done a good deed for him!" Lin Maiyu said disdainfully.

He can't get used to these people, and he points fingers everywhere he goes, and he talks about the Tao, but he doesn't know how to do practical things.

No wonder Abbot Yuanfeng smiled wryly after sending them away.

"It's said every year, but it's never been implemented." Abbot Yuanfeng sighed, also helpless.

It would be a lie to say that you don't like the new look of this temple.

If he hadn't repainted the roof tiles and Buddha statues every year, it would have been even more dilapidated.

"It's good to get used to it, there are a lot of rotten insects in the big country." Wu Xuanze said.

Abbot Yuanfeng nodded and led everyone into the temple.