Meng Yanji sat on the futon in the reception room, waiting for the arrival of Zhenyuan Daxian.

Since the improvement of the profane pants, Meng Wei has just bought a few sets of tables, chairs and benches at home, so he has done something good at the top, and he will follow suit at the bottom.

The merchants in northern Xinjiang seemed to have opened their brains, and actually understood the concept of commodities in advance, spontaneously organized and summarized the displaced people, hired laborers to go to the mountains and forests to collect wood, and then hired people who were idle at home to build a new type of Meng chair, which was sold by the merchants.

Under the backdrop of the celebrity effect, sitting on stools, chairs, and eating at the table above has begun to become synonymous with the self-proclaimed elegance and nobility of the people of Northern Xinjiang, and Northern Xinjiang has gradually opened a new mode of life.

Merchants pursue profits, and many changes made Meng Wei stunned, and I don't know if it was because of the butterfly effect, or the term "Shang" itself, which was very unusual in the Shang Dynasty at this time.

Accustomed to sitting on a chair, at this time to sit again, Rao is blood-rich Meng Wei, there is an awkward, uncomfortable feeling.

After waiting for a long time, Meng Wei still maintained a good sitting posture, took out the enlightenment tea leaves given by Zhenwuyou Shengzhenjun, and brewed tea leisurely.

Mingyue, who was standing aside and waiting for the water, smelled the fresh and pleasant aroma of enlightenment tea, and couldn't help but feel a thrill.

Bad thing, this time it was really a disaster, just the unknown soup brewed by the guests, it made him feel relaxed and happy, and there was a vague epiphany of breaking through the clouds and seeing the moon.

In his knowledge, his master also tasted this kind of soup many years ago, and it seemed to be a gift from a certain big man in the Taoist sect who had a good relationship with his master.

Zhen Yuanzi is to choose three roots to taste the tea, but the person in front of him is a small handful, if it is not a robber, I am afraid it is some kind of hidden power!

The lord of Meng Jiguo? Northern Xinjiang Bohou? He had never been out of the mountains, and few people passed by on the mountains, so he had never heard of this identity.

Bohou, isn't that a very boring official position in the world? The power is full of fun, not only likes to disguise himself as a barbarian wizard, but also likes to work with those intriguing laymen?

When Mingyue wanted to get into trouble, Zhen Yuanzi walked to the door and paused, and then his face was full of smiles, and he said loudly.

"Hahaha, Meng Bohou is so elegant, he came from afar and brought his own soup, but I don't like my little Wuzhuang Guan can't get a decent hospitality."

Meng Wei immediately got up and bowed to Zhen Yuanzi as a junior.

"In the past, I have heard Qingfeng plead guilty, and the poor Taoists have no way, but they made Meng Bohou laugh, and he will be strictly disciplined in the future, so as not to mislead his friends in the future."

"Good, it's not right for Meng to take the liberty of bothering, but it disturbs the immortal chief's retreat."

Meng Wei glanced at the breeze standing behind Zhen Yuanzi timidly, and Mingyue, who was as well-behaved as a quail, and sighed in his heart, he could be regarded as helping the Tang monks and apprentices of later generations to avoid a difficulty in advance.

I believe that since this incident, the two little Taoist children should be able to remember the lesson, no longer treat strangers with dogs, and receive guests more humbly and politely.

"Qingfeng, go to the side tree cultivated in the back mountain to beat two ginseng fruits to entertain distinguished guests!"

"Don't worry, Meng Bohou, it's really not the right time for you to come now, the fruit on the spiritual root is not yet ripe, you can only forgive you, enjoy the thousand-year-old variety transplanted by the poor road, please forgive me for being inconsiderate."

What does it mean to explain the blessings of the two religions and the importance of Western teachings? A proper new generation of Daomen walks in the world.

I still remember that in the past, Zixiao Palace said that the Western Sect would flourish, and it seemed that it was to set up another mountain for the Western Sect, and many people were dissatisfied with the Daomen.

Now it seems that as long as the two religions are expounded and not infighting, the Western religion will not be able to transform the so-called Buddhism, and it will not dare to easily break away from the identity of the Taoist.

According to Meng Wei's current identity, he deserves to be called a Taoist friend and intersect with him.

"The fairy chief is polite, but can this ginseng fruit be a little older? There is something to ask for in the next. ”

Immediately, Meng Wei revealed the reason why he disguised himself as a sorcerer and plotted against Meng Jishen, and asked Zhen Yuanzi for the spiritual root immortal fruit that could attract Meng Jishen to be greedy and snatch.

"Hahaha, why should Meng Bohou be willing to go far? Don't you still have immortal trees, bodhi seeds, and peaches on you? If the spiritual root ginseng fruit in the poor Taoist temple is ripe, it can be compared to the treasure in your hand, but if it is a pseudo-spiritual root fruit transplanted and cultivated, I am afraid it will be difficult to meet your expectations! ”

"Deliberately, it will inevitably make people suspicious, firstly, Meng Wei traveled to southern Xinjiang, so he naturally wanted to come to pay homage to the immortal chief and meet the elders of the same way, and secondly, whether he can ask for the fairy fruit or not, it can attract Meng Jishen to throw himself into the net, he comes, it is better than tasting this point of people looking for a needle in a haystack!"

"If there is no immortal fruit, I wonder if the immortal chief can give the fruit core one or two to use as a disguise?"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid that I will disappoint Meng Bohou again, the ginseng fruit has no core, and the transplantation is all cultivated by taking horizontal branches, and for tens of millions of years, only a few have been obtained, and the effect is not as good as the original main spiritual root Qianyi, so I can only live a mouth." ”

Meng Wei couldn't help but show a disappointed look when he heard this, and calculated in his heart that if he was isolated with a wooden box, he didn't know if he could attract Meng Jishen to make a move.

At this time, Qingfeng Mingyue walked up to the two with a tray covered with a red cloth.

"What is this?"

Zhen Yuanzi gently lifted the red cloth, revealing two fairy fruits that were as white as jade and looked like sleeping babies with closed eyes.

The white and tender appearance makes people dare not reach out and touch it, no wonder people like Tang Sanzang dare not eat it.

It is no wonder that some people in later generations said from the perspective of black fairy tales that Wuzhuang Guan is a cultist, and these fruits are made from babies and children.

Meng Wei sensed it, and it was indeed not as strong as the wood spirit qi of the other heavenly and earthly treasures in his hand.

"This ......"

This fairy fruit looks like a human shape, the whole body is round, and I don't know whether to peel it or not, and there is always a feeling that I can't eat it.

"Hahaha, don't worry, just take your mouth and feel the abundant breath of the wood spirit in it, don't say mortals, even if it's an immortal fetus, it's not as good as this thousand-year-old ginseng fruit."

"Everyone who tastes fairy fruit for the first time will be like you, and they will be like you, so they can bite through the skin and suck lightly."

Meng Wei smiled and tried according to Zhen Yuanzi's words, but as soon as he bit the fruit, the aura of the wood spirit consciously went down his mouth and teeth into his throat.

A warm current rises from the abdomen, gently moisturizing the internal organs, and the whole body seems to be soaking in the hot spring pool, which is indescribably relaxed.

"The main spiritual root is ripe once every ten thousand years, and the secondary spiritual root is ripe for a thousand years, Meng Bohou is still young, and the effect is not as obvious as that of the elderly, but this mouth into the stomach should make up for the body and life span that you lost by abusing the power of the bloodline in the early years."

"The world is so big, and the immortals are so blessed! It's just that I ate it too fast before, and I got into it by myself before I tasted anything, which is a pity! ”

Zhen Yuanzi took the opportunity to push another ginseng fruit: "If you eat it repeatedly in a short time, the effect will be greatly reduced, but if you give Bohou a taste, you can be satisfied!" ”

Meng Wei shook his head lightly: "One is enough, the curiosity of tasting has been satisfied, can this one ask the immortal chief to allow Meng Wei to take it away, the thousand-year-old immortal fruit, plus other treasures, should be enough to make Meng Jishen take risks." ”

"The grandmother at home is very old, and the crying broke her heart due to the death of her father in the early years, Meng Wei wants to bring it back to Meng Ji to give it to her mother, I don't know if the immortal can save it?"

Zhen Yuanzi showed an admiring expression, how many people can resist their greed when facing the temptation of longevity? This son can still think of his parents at home to fulfill their filial piety, and he can have this heart, which makes people look up to him.

"Qingfeng, go and take a wooden box made of the branches of the fairy tree, put the fairy fruit in it, and take it away when the prince leaves."

"Yes, Master!"

Immediately afterwards, the two discussed with each other about enlightenment tea.

The more he got in touch, the more Meng Wei felt that the ancestor of the earth immortals in front of him was the same as the True Martial Saint Zhenjun, they were all true masters, eclectic in temperament, and had a pure heart.

Zhen Yuanzi is extremely open-minded, and the immortal fruit that is thousands of years or thousands of years old is just a thing to satisfy cravings, and it is the best gift for confidants and friends.

And what Meng Wei did in Northern Xinjiang and Chaoge made him appreciate it even more, he was an idle cloud and a wild crane, although he would not end up being a good person, but he was not an evil cultivator without good and evil morality, and he could not do anything evil to help the murderer.

I can't help but applaud beautiful and kind stories, and I will be jealous and hateful about things that go against heaven and reason.

I wish for peace in the world, but I am no different from all living beings inside, at most I take care of the injustices in front of me, and practice the road of eternal life in seclusion.

The world is uneven, where there is a time to completely eliminate evil, but like leeks, kill a group, and a new brave man becomes an evil dragon.

Therefore, Zhen Yuanzi also has an extra longing for the world in Meng Wei's heart, but when he thinks that people's hearts are fickle, and there was once a kind young man who dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword, he sighed with embarrassment.

"Talking to you, leading to all kinds of past in my heart, and looking back, it has been thousands of years."

"Meng Bohou and go by himself, if there is any injustice in the south of Xinjiang, if there is any grievance on this acre and three points of land in southern Xinjiang, you can send people to Wuzhuang Temple for help, and if you can do what you can, you can help one or two!"

Meng Wei got up, saluted respectfully, and then took the wooden box in Qingfeng's hand, and felt the dense wood spirit qi in it, hidden but not hidden, hidden and slightly exposed, not publicized, but just right for people to perceive the things inside.

"Meng tastes goodbye, Wanwang Immortal will live a long life and be healthy, and realize the avenue of heaven and earth!"

Zhen Yuanzi sent each other all the way, until he was sent out of the gate, and deliberately changed into an arrogant look, and scolded angrily: "Hmph! If it weren't for the face of Meng Bohou, could An let you, a rude barbarian, step into my immortal blessed land? ”

"Next time, if you come to ask in advance, let Wu Li come and ask in person, don't just send a nameless person casually, and let people despise my Wuzhuang Guan for nothing!"

"Smack!!"

The door was closed heavily, Meng Wei touched his nose, reacted immediately, angrily scolded outside the view, and only after a long time did he hold the wooden box in his arms and walk down the mountain with great satisfaction.

"What a broken Taoist temple! Sooner or later, one day, the ancestor of our clan will come to the door in person, and sooner or later he will pull out your ginseng fruit tree and occupy your dojo, stinky Taoist, what is there to be angry about! ”

The little sorcerer, humming the incomplete Wuzu song unhurriedly, walked among the mossy and overgrown mountain streams.

Deep in the jungle, among the weeds, a snow-white beast with a little black lines, like a tiger and a leopard, like a big cat, quietly touched Meng Wei's back, looking greedily at the wooden box in the arms of the "witch", the tip of his nose shrugged slightly, as if sniffing the charming fragrance.

The mountain stream road is not easy to walk, I saw the wizard's feet slip, as if he was about to fall, the big white cat instantly started, the color changed, and it perfectly hid itself in the environment, and flew towards the prey!

(End of chapter)