I really don't give it a chance!

Yin Chan's face was pale as he watched Gong Yipan's back being covered by this wild monkey, even if he wanted to play a scoundrel, he couldn't find a chance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What did you come up with in one night?"

Gong Yipan slowly spun around the courtyard on his own, looking down at the marks left on the ground.

It can be seen that five large smelting furnaces were once placed here, and there are even strange indentations in the open space in the middle.

It's just that at this moment, whether it is the crucible furnace or the refining magic bell and other things have been put away, what the specific situation is, I can only guess three or four percent.

"A bell, made for someone else. ”

Li Xiaobai set up a pot of porridge on the stove, as well as a frying pan, and began to mix the batter, with green onions and eggs, ready to spread pancakes.

As a competent foodie, carrying ingredients and cooking utensils with you is standard equipment.

Although breakfast was also provided on the Hanging Island, it was obviously not to Li Xiaobai's appetite, and with his harshness, those unlucky cooks were forced to be beaten for five minutes.

Gong Yipan asked tentatively, "Five products?"

"Of course the fifth grade, maybe it's still the fifth grade high-level!"

Li Xiaobai began to pour batter onto the preheated cast-iron pan, and then skillfully flattened it with a wooden spatula.

The eggs mixed with chopped green onions were not poured in a hurry.

Seeing Li Xiaobai skillfully spreading the egg pancakes, Gong Yipan was silent for a moment, and said: "You enter my ink door!

It seems that he can see the other party's refining talent from the skill of spreading egg pancakes.

The pancake was half-solidified on both sides, Li Xiaobai poured the egg slurry on it, and with a stroke of his hand, there was a sizzling sound in the pan.

"You can have a mantle, but you can't change the court!"

Li Xiaobai rolled the double-layer egg pancakes with pancakes on one side and egg slurry on the other and put them on a plate, took a sauce saucer and put it on it, and handed it to the public pan.

He took the plate blankly, smelling the tempting fragrance that made his fingers move, but Gong Yipan had no appetite, and he said bitterly: "The old man is good for you, what can you get in the Jingshuang Sect?" The fifth grade has already come to an end, and it is impossible to refine the sixth-grade magic weapon, if you want to go further, you can only enter my ink gate." ”

Even his own disciples could not refine a five-grade magic weapon overnight, but the young man in front of him proved his amazing talent with the voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu who was the first to sound with the magic weapon.

Such a talent has fallen into the Jingshuang Sect, which is ignorant of the way of refining weapons and does not understand the way of refining, and it is completely wasted.

The level of being able to refine the five-grade magic weapon is enough to be very popular, if you can go further, you even have the qualifications to stand on your own, but this kid doesn't know what to do, wow, it seems to beat him up!

However, Gong Yipan did not put his thoughts into action, he silently picked up the pancake rolls, turning his grief and anger into food.

The old man is also desperate, but what can he do?

The movement of the first sound of the Fa Zhong was too big, and after a while, some new guests came to the courtyard, Wuchengzi of Shenxiao Palace and his personal disciple Wan Li, Senior Sister Yuzhen of Xingluo Sect, and Senior Sister Zhirong of Xiaobai's stupid Bai Tian, there were more than a dozen people, so that the early shop in the courtyard had a prosperous business.

Although he was making morning food for others, Li Xiaobai didn't let himself be hungry when he took a bite out of the west.

Yin Chan, who wanted to come in, was blocked at the door, angry and helpless, so he could only listen to the sound of chewing and sucking porridge inside, and this kind of dog emotion broke through to a new height.

"Tut, junior brother, it's a pity that you don't go to be a cook with your craft!"

Yuzhen enjoyed the freshly cooked egg pancakes and gave twenty-four likes.

She and others don't think that Li Xiaobai is a good warlock immortal, but he surrenders his identity and is obsessed with eating and cooking, but thinks that it is elegant, just like some people are obsessed with gold and stone, some people are obsessed with fighting insects and taming birds, and some people are obsessed with machine sharpeners, but they are all personal hobbies for cultivating sentiment in addition to the cultivation of the Dao, but they are just good at cooking.

"It makes sense! You can start a mountain and establish a sect. ”

Zhirong, who eats with Li Xiaobai, has the most right to speak, she originally didn't care about food the most, but now she has become tired of eating, and she always enjoys Li Xiaobai's craftsmanship with peace of mind.

"Why don't you call it the Foodie Sect? I will be the sect master, and several of them will be elders, and then accept the inner door foodies and the outer door foodies. ”

Li Xiaobai smiled, took the last egg pancake as his breakfast, and also filled his stomach with a bowl of hot porridge.

Zhirong, who was making trouble, sprayed a mouthful of porridge on the spot, blushing to her neck, and still trembling there with her head down.

"Okay, good, the old man must join!"

Wuchengzi, this old thing, followed and coaxed together.

When Wanli heard Shizun's words, he quickly tilted his head and squirted out a mouthful of porridge.

The master said this, aren't you afraid that the palace master knows?

"I'm joining too!"

There was another Yuzhen who followed the coaxing, and several other warlocks came in, giggling.

Gong Yipan's face was extremely ugly, and he was really an unreasonable group of guys.

Why don't you call it an authentic foodie, or an authentic foodie?

He huffed and stuffed the second poached egg on the plate into his mouth.

I have to admit that this kid's craftsmanship really didn't say.

One didn't pay attention, the candy poached egg burst, and the gray beard was stained with sticky egg yolk juice.

Want to cry without tears......

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Knock knock!

"Open the door, there is a courier!"

When Li Xiaobai tapped on the door of the small courtyard where the abbot of Xiaolin Temple and the first residence of the Discipline Institute lived, before the fourth sound was heard, he saw the door of the courtyard open, and Huineng and Huijie stood behind the door with complicated expressions, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

"Good morning donor!"

The two monks put their hands together in unison to Li Xiaobai.

Confucianism worships, in fact, Buddhism is even more so, every word and deed, every move, there are strict requirements.

Even if the first Hui Ring of the Xiaolin Temple Precept Institute does not match the big devil, and he is born to commit a crime, the number of etiquette that should be there will not be less.

"Well, it's early! There's a courier, uh! No, it's the same anyway, I'll deliver it." ”

The courier brother ate breakfast with a mouth full of oil, and he was full of burps, and he ate like this every day, and there must be no gallstones.

"Delivery?"

Huineng and Huijie glanced at each other, as if each other's words confirmed their guesses.

"Of course, I can't say that I send the bell, can I? You see, Master Huijie, quit greed, hatred, and ignorance, and you can hold it!"

As Li Xiaobai spoke, he saw that the fiery temper of the first seat of the Xiaolin Temple Discipline Institute was about to flare up again, and he hurriedly grabbed the other party with his words.

With this temper, when the first seat of the artillery courtyard is almost the same, how can you be the first seat of the precept courtyard if you know the precepts and violate the precepts.

"There is no Amitabha in the south, there is no Amitabha in the south, there is no ...... in the south"

The oath of shaving and holding the precepts is familiar to any monk, Huijie actually listened to it, and hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and forced his anger to suppress his anger, even if he couldn't listen to it, the abbot next to him would not let him mess around.

"Well, thank you, donor!"

If there is a palm-sized bell hanging in the bell pavilion of Xiaolin Temple, it is indeed not like a word, and Huineng really needs a magic bell instead.

"Well, let's see if the yard can be put down first, otherwise it can only be put outside, rest assured, no one can steal it!" Li Xiaobai walked directly into the yard, looked left and right, pointed to a vacant lot and said, "It's okay here, it's here." ”

With a bang, the ground shook violently.

A huge bell with a height comparable to the two-story building in the courtyard appeared in front of the eyes of the two eminent monks, and the sudden shock made the two of them almost sit on the ground.

"Okay, big clock!"

The first Hui Ring of the Xiaolin Temple Discipline Academy looked at the behemoth in front of him in a daze, almost like a hill.

"This, this bell ......"

Although Abbot Huineng had been mentally prepared, the bell in front of him completely exceeded his expectations.

The previous bell bell was only the size of a palm, but now, this magic bell is inevitably too big, and he began to worry about whether the bell pavilion of Xiaolin Temple can put down this behemoth.

"That's right, this is the Dharma bell prepared for your temple, which can be passed down for thousands of years. ”

Li Xiaobai raised his hand and lightly buckled the bell, and heard a loud bell echoing in the courtyard.

"Does this bell have a name?"

Don't say this body shape, just this bell, the abbot of Huineng and the head of Huijie are very satisfied.

No matter how picky and demanding a person is, standing in front of a giant clock like a hill, he will not have any temper.

"Donghuang Bell, Five-Rank Magic Weapon!"

Li Xiaobai thought about it, condensed a spiritual needle from his fingertips, and directly engraved the name of the bell in the ancient seal style "Donghuang" in a small blank space on the surface of the clock.

"The Eastern Emperor?"

Abbot Huineng was puzzled, and felt that this name was very strange, the south, south, north, west, and emperor, which did not seem to be in line with the solemn and solemn Zen sound of Buddhism.

"Listen. ”

LI XIAOBAI KNOCKED ON THE BELL AGAIN, AND HE HEARD A DUANG SOUND, VAGUELY WITH THE LONG SOUND OF THE WORDS "EAST" AND "EMPEROR", NOT TO MENTION, THIS NAME IS INDEED VERY VIVID.

Simple and rude without explanation, the Donghuang Bell does not have so many twists and turns of myths and legends, and it is very simply taken from transliteration.

"Considering that the bell is too big to move, I can lend you a storage artifact and return it to me when I use it up, or I can pick it up myself when I pass by Xiaolin Temple in the future. ”

Li Xiaobai took off a jade-white beast tooth pendant from his waist and pressed it lightly on the Eastern Emperor Bell.

The lingering magic bell disappeared in the blink of an eye, and was included in this storage witch weapon refined by the barbarian earth witch with secret methods, this wolf tooth opened with spiritual power, and it was not limited to wizards and warlocks.

This magic clock is still packaged, and it is high-end and atmospheric.

"Take the things well, don't bother me in the future, the stupid and bulky magic clock is not easy to break, it's no problem to knock casually for a thousand years, by the way, every hour, it will sound to itself, this function is practical, right?

After stuffing the beast tooth storage artifact into the hands of the bewildered abbot Huineng, he yawned a long time, and Li Xiaobai, who had not slept all night, did not linger any longer.

While there is no sunrise yet, you can also make up for a return to sleep.

Huijie, who gradually came back to his senses, could no longer see Li Xiaobai's back, suddenly remembered something, and stammered and asked, "Senior Brother Abbot, he, what kind of product did he just say?"

"It seems to be a five-pin!"

Huineng pinched the beast tooth the size of a broad bean in his palm, and his face gradually changed.

It's like holding a hot potato in your hand, and it feels hotter and hotter.

"Five pins?"

The two looked at each other and looked at each other!

"Adversary!

The courtyard immediately sounded the roar of Hui Jie's anger, and the god horse was greedy and angry, and it had nothing to do with him at this moment.

God is pitiful, Xiaolin Temple, which is not even qualified to be counted by the Dao Sect, is going to be miserable by this five-grade magic bell!

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty!

As soon as this thought arose in my heart, I heard the voice of the real person of Sumeru Palace Yin Zen entering the courtyard.

"Hui Neng, Hui Jie, did that Jingshuang Sect kid give you the Fan Bell, hurry up and hand it over to this seat!"

Abbot Huineng trembled, glanced at Huijie again, gritted his teeth, and rushed to the Yin Chan real person who passed through the courtyard gate and came to the front of him, clasped his hands together, and said firmly word by word: "No!

Don't give?

Yin Chan was stunned.

In his imagination, shouldn't the other party happily offer the Brahma bell with both hands, and then take a few pills, where did it come from, and send it back?

"Come on! Sumeru Palace Yin Chan is robbing things, killing people and destroying mouths, and planting bridal goods! Everyone come and see! The dignified Sumeru Palace, the real people in the real realm are shameless, and they are robbers!"

Before Yin Chan could speak, a shout suddenly sounded outside the courtyard.

The big bald face turned green on the spot, and there are some things that the Buddha said could not be said, how could he shout them on the spot?

In fact, Yin Chan didn't think of these things, but he was directly called out in advance, so that he completely cut off these thoughts of him, because once something happened to the two monks of Xiaolin Temple, there would be no doubt that they would fall on the head of Sumeru Palace.

The relationship between the Sumeru Palace, which cultivates the method of Bodhi, and many temples in Buddhism, which originally broke bones and tendons, will immediately fall apart.

The answer, of course, is no.

Seeing Yin Chan squeak into the courtyard where the two monks of Xiaolin Temple were located, Li Xiaobai, who was full of bad water, immediately guessed what the idea of this bald head was beating, took out an iron horn, and roared directly.

The effect of this bloodless knife was immediate.

The doors of several nearby courtyards were wide open, and one by one the monks rushed out, going straight to the courtyard of the two monks of Xiaolin Temple, and immediately heard the sound of Yin Chan being angry.

“...... No, it's not like that! Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding! You're mistaken......"

There is a whole body of true realm cultivation, but at this moment it is useless, is it possible to kill all these monks? Who will dare to be friends with Sumeru Palace in the future, I'm afraid that they won't even be able to sleep peacefully, right?

It was also mixed with the upright voice of Hui Jie.

"That's it, you're going to rob my temple's magic weapon!"

Now the yellow mud is falling off the crotch of his pants, it's not but is.

Yin Chan provoked the beginning, but because a certain demon messed in, he didn't expect the end at all.

"Stretch out your hand, touch your head, touch the head of the bald donkey, oh alas, the head of the bald donkey is shiny......"

Putting away the loudspeaker, Li Xiaobai put his hands behind his back, hummed the bald donkey version of ***, walked back leisurely, and left behind the small courtyard behind him.

In this way, Xiaolin Temple no longer has to worry about the newly arrived Donghuang Bell being robbed or stolen.

In order to prove its own clear auction, Sumeru Palace must ensure that the Eastern Emperor Zhong'an hangs safely in the bell pavilion of Xiaolin Temple no matter what.

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