Braised human heads?

Without waiting for the old man to bring it to the back kitchen, the young owner of the dignified Qinghong Villa had already fainted on the spot.

The fright brought to him by this ordinary inn should be unforgettable for the rest of his life.

The old man waved his hand, and several juniors had already disposed of the two corpses properly.

For a while, all the monks in southern Xinjiang looked at each other, and they were afraid in their hearts.

Who would have thought that such a small inn outside the Temple of Killing would hide such a master?

For a while, no one dared to move the dishes and chopsticks.

In the huge inn, there is only a table of Qu Huanbo in the corner, and there is a sucking sound of 'ziyo' and 'ziyo'.

"Hey, hey, my brother has a lot of food?"

The old man trembled and picked up the wine jar, walked to Qu Huanbo's table, and poured the wine full.

It seems that the matter of beheading people in an instant just now has nothing to do with him.

Qu Huanbo threw down the slippery bones in his hand that had been slick and smooth, and let out a hearty laugh.

"Well, this basin of mutton really lives up to its name."

"Although it looks a little rougher, it is fragrant, tender, fresh and slippery, and there is an aura lingering, which is a masterpiece in the world."

"It seems that 'beheading the chef Ding Feng' is still a treasure knife in the future."

Wind Chef ??!!

Everyone was amazed when they heard this.

If this name was a hundred years ago, it would be a popular existence.

Legend has it that the 'Wind Chef' has been passed down to the culinary skills of the former prime minister Yi Yin.

Proficient in one hand 'Ding Daogang', where the blade is pointing, the head of the person is separated, and the Ding Ding is relieved of the cow.

In an instant, you can cut out a hundred knives.

When the blade is slashed, the blood flows out with a sound like the wind.

Hence the name 'Wind Chef'.

Just like the disciple of Qinghong Villa who was beheaded just now.

Even if his head was cut off, he still didn't react.

It shows how fast he is with his sword.

But the most talked about by the wind chef is that he wanders between the eight wildernesses and nine states, catching strange beasts and cooking delicious food.

The dishes of the alien beasts he cooked fully retained the essence of the spiritual flesh of the alien beasts, and there was a chance to comprehend the magical powers of the alien beasts when they ate it.

The effect is better than Jindan!

So once upon a time, a dish of the Wind Chef could attract monks all over the world to go crazy.

There are countless dignitaries and nobles who want to cook with him.

But I don't know why, a hundred years ago it suddenly disappeared.

It is rumored that he made the Holy Son of the Demon Clan into a dish and was hunted down by the Demon Clan.

It is also said that he was devoured by a strange beast while fighting it.

No one expected that he would appear outside the Killing Temple and open such a little-known inn.

The old man put down the wine jug and wiped it gently with his hands on the sweat towel, but he still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was not surprised at all after being called famous.

"Mr. has won the prize, eat and drink well."

After saying that, he picked up the flask and turned to leave.

And Qu Huanbo's gaze fell on the back of the wind chef through the edge of the hat.

He would never show up at the Temple of Killing for no reason.

It's just that the other party didn't say it, and he didn't want to ask too much.

Qu Huanbo frowned secretly, not knowing if he had anything to do with what the Son of Heaven commanded.

……

Time flies, and night falls.

Guests flocked to the Killing Temple.

Why is the Jade Dividing Conference held at night?

Because the water spirit jade will only show the psychic moonlight under the moonlight.

All the famous sects in southern Xinjiang are gathered here.

Even the Ghost Sect, which had always been at odds with the Killing Temple, also sent Venerable Chilian over this time.

No way, for a sect.

Luck is so important.

Use the nebula banner to exchange for water spirit jade.

To each his own, he takes what he needs.

Lichen stood on a high place, tilting his head slightly, a corner of the crescent moon half covered, half hazy.

Looking at the endless stream of southern Xinjiang monks outside the mountain gate.

The corners of Lichen's mouth were slightly hooked.

The stage is almost fixed, and it's almost a person who can sing.

He had already passed through Nanguo and learned the news that the Great Light Temple wanted to intervene.

At the competition meeting, Lichen surpassed the ten Tianjiao of the Candle Dragon Temple.

On the shore of Shangyang Lake, send the fire dragon master to Bliss early.

The feud between the two sects is considered to be dead.

Behind the Candle Dragon Temple is the Great Light Temple, and this time I came uninvited, I'm afraid it's not just to vent the anger of the Candle Dragon Temple.

Two hundred years ago, Seseiji Temple was crowded out by the three major Zen temples.

had no choice but to withdraw from the cultivation realm and closed the temple and closed the mountain.

And the Great Light Temple is one of the main culprits.

As soon as the Killing Temple was closed, the Great Light Temple supported the Candle Dragon Temple in southern Xinjiang.

Collect sesame oil everywhere to make it.

This can be said to be a new hatred plus an old hatred.

"It's time to meet them, too."

Lichen looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and with a light tap under his feet, it was gone.

……

The school grounds of the temple were crowded.

The purpose of their participation in the Jade Dividing Conference was not just for the sake of 'Water Spirit Jade'.

The news of the southward movement of the Great Light Temple has long been spreading.

What is the existence of the Great Light Temple?

One of the three major Zen temples in the world.

Take the meaning of light, worship the light of the Buddha, for the light of the Buddha, the wish of all beings.

and the Shushan Sword Sect to share the luck of 'Tianshiyuan'.

And called: Nantian Sword Zen.

On the other hand, the temple of killing.

Silent for two hundred years, lonely to shabby.

Although it is said that it is out of the rivers and lakes, it is also groundbreaking.

Compared with the Great Light Temple, it is a world of difference.

Eliminate the advantages of one and the other, and make a judgment from the superior.

Therefore, many sects have already defected.

I thought to myself: cranes and mussels compete for fishermen's profits.

At this time, in the middle of the school yard of the Killing Temple, a high platform square table had been set up.

Fist-sized rocks were stacked on the table.

Under the light of the moon, it emits a faint white light.

These are the water spirit jades that make all the sects in southern Xinjiang flock to them.

At this time, a group of monks from southern Xinjiang looked at the table full of water spirit jade, and their eyes were fanatical.

"Is this the Water Spirit Jade?"

"Hey, that's of course, this thing is born with a spirit seed, and it is said that it is transformed by the spiritual power of the water god, which can suppress the water veins."

"And my southern Xinjiang is flooded and waterlogged, and there must be water spirit jade to solve the flood."

"Hmph, the water spirit jade is important, but exchanging the Nebula Banner for the water spirit jade is a good calculation."

"Well, I'm afraid this time the Killing Temple won't be as expected."

"Everything has its own certainty, let's just wait to see the show."

"So wait and see?"

"We'll see!"

But at this moment, a Buddha horn suddenly came from outside the crowd.

"Amitabha."

Leaving the dust and wearing a moon-white monk's robe, it was long overdue.

Behind him were the three elders, the five chiefs.

The noise that had been noisy just now suddenly cleared up a lot.

Lichen walked to the middle of the school field, swept his eyes around, and saluted: "Amitabha." ”

"I bother you donors to travel thousands of miles to gather and kill together."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a cold snort from the crowd.

"Give back my junior brother's life!"

This cold drink is like a thunder explosion on the ground.

The originally quiet school field is particularly eye-catching.

The monks stepped aside, and soon there was a path in between.

And at the end of the trail are monks in fiery red robes, who else is not the Candle Dragon Temple?

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