"Buddha, where is your Bodhi fruit?"

When the emperor gathered nine kinds of materials again and put them into the brewing pool to soak, Zhang Xuezhou opened his mouth to ask.

He didn't know if adding Bodhi fruit would lead the medicinal effect in another direction, but Venerable Lei mentioned that Bodhi fruit had the effect of removing flavor, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that this fruit could be added to the wine to see if it could drive away the spoiled taste in the fruit wine.

"Bodhi fruit? What do you want this for? The Emperor asked.

"When making wine, putting a few Bodhi fruits can increase the fragrance, and it will definitely make good wine," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Wine can't be brewed indiscriminately," the emperor replied, "Every ingredient in sake brewing has a conflict and fusion of medicinal properties, and the rash addition of ingredients will cause unpredictable changes. ”

"What are you afraid of, anyway, it's someone else's brewing material, it doesn't matter if you try it, if it fails, we'll brew another one!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the owner of the secret land that turned into a Buddha in front of him, and his words made the corners of the emperor's eyes twitch slightly.

If he is a true Buddha, he doesn't care who will feel distressed.

But he is the owner of many wine-making materials, which can make him lose his temper and scold, and the emperor is obviously not as calm about these rare fruits and great medicines as he seems.

Brewing a poisonous liquor is a tyrannical thing, and there is no point in brewing a failed liquor.

The emperor needs a good wine.

This wine needs to have a good taste, but this wine must not lose its medicinal effect.

He looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who instigated to join the Bodhi Fruit, and regretted for a while that he had turned into a Buddha to tease this young man.

The other party has some knowledge of sake brewing, but he may not know how to make sake at all.

The contrast between the 'bacteria' and the change in the taste of the wine had not yet been revealed, and he obviously didn't want to try it again at the moment.

"The secret recipe for the Nine Treasures Wine I obtained says that only nine ingredients are needed," the emperor declined.

"The medicinal properties of Bodhi fruit are gentle and neutral, and it will not conflict with bitter apricots, silver fruits and other exotic fruits," Zhang Xuezhou said: "On the contrary, the taste of bitter apricots and Linglong fruits is bitter, and the addition of Bodhi fruit can eliminate this taste, and may make the taste and quality of fruit wine better." ”

"Do you recognize these strange fruits?" The emperor asked with a frown.

"I haven't seen these strange fruits, but I've learned the alchemy of the Yin and Yang family, and I've heard some of them!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't mention the words that Venerable Lei had guessed, lest the secret land master would not want to cooperate.

He took a somewhat weighty remark and mentioned the alchemy of the Yin and Yang family.

Alchemy and winemaking are completely different, but the owner of the secret land obviously did not make ordinary fruit wine, but used the mixture of large medicines, and finally formed some kind of large medicinal wine.

The brewing process of this great medicinal liquor is different from that of alchemy, but there is a common reason.

Zhang Xuezhou pondered the teaching of no return, and then pointed out the medicinal properties, pharmacology, and efficacy of the nine materials one by one.

"Although we haven't gotten a glimpse of the whole picture, we joined the Bodhi Fruit to do a not complete adventure," Zhang Xuezhou said: "Buddha, there are many Bodhi Fruits in your little Qiankun bag anyway, so it's no problem to try." ”

"Think about it, think about it!"

The Emperor nodded, and the hand that concocted the great medicine was lowered.

He walked back and forth a few steps, and then mentioned the Golden Crow Emperor again.

"This bird is so noisy that it disturbs my mind!"

He smiled awkwardly, and then threw the Golden Crow Emperor out.

"Go and ask for a few Bodhi Fruits," the emperor said in a low voice.

"The little Qiankun bag can only be opened by the owner, in case that kid doesn't give it," the Golden Crow Emperor responded.

"He took the earth spirit fruit from me, and it is the right thing to exchange gifts," the emperor said in a low voice.

"The bald men of the Western Sect have never thought of courtesy, they just like to take advantage," Emperor Jinwu said helplessly.

"I'm afraid of the Immortal Court, but I'm not afraid of the two old monks who killed a thousand knives in the West!"

The emperor pursed his lips to the bottom, and the Golden Crow Emperor suddenly became happy.

Compared with Wen Crepe and people to communicate and do things, the Golden Crow Emperor prefers to push it neatly and neatly.

With the emperor's words, whenever the Buddha who had just come down the mountain dared to say 'no', he would let the other party know why the flowers were so red.

In the fan of golden light, the Golden Crow Emperor flew away.

"There's some truth to what you're saying, and I think I need to think about it!"

The Emperor walked out of the brewery for less than two steps, then reversed and came back, pacing the brewery continuously.

"Think about it, I can't do it, I'm a little sleepy!"

Zhang Xuezhou yawned.

He didn't have much time to be awake this day, and he lived inexplicably, as if he had been beaten.

After the surgery to heal his injuries, Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was very close to the time when he fell asleep.

The fact that he was about to fall asleep again made the emperor slightly stunned.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou lying in a corner of the brewery after dozens of seconds, without any movement, the emperor couldn't help but look at it carefully for a moment.

"Why are you going to sleep again?"

"Are you really asleep?"

"I miss being able to sleep when I was younger, and now I'm so old that I barely need sleep!"

"It's a beautiful thing to be able to put everything down when you fall asleep!"

"Say you sleep, and sleep so dead?"

When waiting for the Emperor Jinwu to take the Bodhi fruit back to the brewery, the emperor was very bored.

He pulled Zhang Xuezhou's squinting eyelids and touched his pulse again.

Zhang Xuezhou's fall asleep was a deep sleep, and everything seemed to be normal, but as the emperor was bored to check it over and over, he began to notice a problem.

In this living body, the other party's three souls and seven spirits seem to be gone.

Under normal circumstances, the emperor would not have noticed such a thing, and it was impossible for him to give a minor monk a physical examination.

But on the premise that Zhang Xuezhou drank the medicinal base of Jiuzhen Liquor, he encountered his boredom again, and the emperor detected a problem.

"Even I was blinded?"

The emperor stretched out his hand and stroked it, and the huge mana imprisoned everything around Zhang Xuezhou.

He surveyed every part of the brewery, and the body in front of him.

If there were no three souls and seven spirits, this physical body would be an empty shell and of no use.

And just a moment ago, Zhang Xuezhou also stretched out his hand to greet him.

The other party's three souls and seven spirits disappeared too quickly, and there was no trace to be found.

If Zhang Xuezhou hadn't died, where would the other party's three souls and seven spirits go.

If Zhang Xuezhou died, who would do it under his nose.

The brilliance in the emperor's eyes floated, he opened Zhang Xuezhou's eyelids, and his gaze met the other party's cloudy eyes.

In just an instant, the emperor saw the darkness in the other party's eyeballs.

Faintly, a little red glint flickered in the eyeball.

As if separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, the other party seemed to have taken Zhang Xuezhou's three souls and seven spirits away directly.

"What kind of spell is this?"

The emperor stared at the red light, as if he wanted to see through everything behind the red light.

Faintly, he felt only the unrecognizable chanting sound coming, and then collided with his penetrating thoughts.

The stalemate lasted only a moment, and his thought was shattered.

"It's not inferior to the Immortal Slashing Spell!"

The emperor was familiar with Lu Jian who walked out of Kunlun Mountain, and he was also familiar with the immortal slaying spell that the person gave to Lu Quan.

Because he was so familiar, the emperor was able to distinguish directly, and it was clear that it was not the Immortal Slaying Spell that shattered his thoughts.

But this power is likely not inferior to the Immortal Slaying Spell.

"Whose spell is so powerful?"

"What is he doing with the soul of a little monk?"

"Is it also to guide winemaking?"

"I don't even understand the principle of first come, first come, how can it be true!"

The emperor thought of Zhang Xuezhou's only role in his heart, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

Facing Zhang Xuezhou's eyes, the emperor's right hand showed two fingers, and then pointed out.