"Is sweet bean curd delicious or salty bean curd delicious?" Zhou Bai suddenly asked with a twitch in his head.

“.........”

"Nothing, casually. Zhou Bai himself couldn't help laughing, the problem of the war in his previous life made hundreds of millions of netizens argue, and now in this life, there is only original bean curd, salt and sugar are all rare things, where would he be willing to put it on cheap bean curd.

"Uh... What are you doing?" Zhou Bai suddenly found that Hongyu was sprinkling refined sugar into the bowl, "Where did it come from?"

"It's okay to refine it with aura, it's not delicious to be salty, but it tastes good when sweet. Hongyu said seriously, and the small dish placed next to her contained half a plate of refined salt.

........ Salted bean curd is not just salt-filled bean curd!Zhou Bai complained. Spiritual power can refine white sugar, which makes Zhou Bai happy, he is not the kind of person who likes sweets very much, after coming here, those yellow bitter sucrose made him prohibitive, and now when he sees the familiar white sugar, he can't help but take a spoonful and sprinkle it in the bowl.

Tsk ~ familiar taste.

If you want to ask me which is better, salty bean curd or sweet bean curd, I'll tell you now. Long live sweet bean flowers!

But he said that the overseas immortal mountain, who did not know the size of the mountain, walked around the coast, and walked still for several days. Walking only ten zhang can reach the foot of the mountain, the mountain is majestic and harmonious, there are no boundless peaks and slopes, and only a trail surrounds and goes up. The fairy mist in the mountains is shrouded, and the aura is abundant, if mortals can breathe a mouthful, they can be refreshed and the pain will be completely eliminated. ”

An old storyteller on the side of the road attracted Zhou Bai's attention, because there were too many pedestrians bustling, afraid of being crowded by the crowd again, Zhou Bai subconsciously took Hongyu's hand. It's really subconscious, not intentional. Well, that's right.

"Then where is the Immortal Mountain?" asked the young man next to him.

"Haha, little brother, don't worry. Let's listen to me slowly, "The old road looks like a fairy wind and bones, and the warm smile makes people feel like a spring breeze" The stone steps are seventy-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, and the number of the poles of the road gate is seven. The mountain gate is located here, and if it is subjected to the triple test, you can enter the ladder of heaven and enter the immortal mansion. ”

"You haven't said where the fairy mountain is?"

"We have a sea boat stationed in Jiangkou Town every month, if you are interested in going to Xianshan, you can take a sea boat to go, those who are destined to enter Xianmen, and those who are not destined to be sent back to the mainland. ”

Heh~ It turned out to be an advertisement, a good face for technical school admissions, Buddhism is weak, is the Daomen so impatient? It's just that Zhou Bai faintly feels that something is wrong, the old Taoist should be an orthodox monk, but it seems to be riddled with karma, although there are masters of the sect who forcibly suppress it with great magical powers, but for humane karma, Zhou Bai still has some perception.

"What, you want to meddle again?" Hongyu saw through Zhou Bai's thoughts at a glance.

"I mind a little about this so-called Eastward Journey, humane karma is not something that monks can touch at will. Zhou Bai looked back at the old Taoist priest with a charitable face in the crowd, "Are you interested in visiting overseas immortal mountains with me?"

After a little walk around the city, the two of them replenished some daily necessities and planned to set off for Jiangkou Town.

Passing through Huaichu Town, Qingtong Town, Xiucheng Town and other towns along the way, Zhou Bai found that there was a so-called Taoist priest of the Dongyou School who was telling stories, and the content was nothing more than to attract people from all over the world to go to overseas immortal mountains to seek immortal fate.

And without exception, there is human karma on him, which makes Zhou Bai even more curious about this Dongyou faction.

The aura of heaven and earth is already limited, and all the sects in various places seal it with large arrays, one is to guard against the outside, and the other is to suppress the leakage of spiritual energy. As for accepting apprentices, it is also cautious, according to legend, the Dragon and Tiger faction has only two disciples per generation, one enters the court to serve as the heavenly master, and the other takes over as the head of the mountain.

The Eastward Journey faction's method of accepting apprentices with a wide open court is simply unheard of.

I had never seen it in Jinling, I had never seen it on the way to Beijing from the north, and I had never seen it when Yuzhou went south to Jiangcheng. I think it should only spread in Yellowstone. It's a pity that Huangshi is too small and is supervised by Jiangcheng, so there is no city god. Zhou Bai also couldn't ask the local Chenghuang to understand the situation, as for the Jiangcheng Chenghuang.....

I'm afraid I'm still in the bureau at this time, and I don't have time to take care of the surrounding counties.

A flash of inspiration!

Zhou Bai seemed to have suddenly thought of something. The turmoil in Jiangcheng is about to start, and this eastward tour faction came to the mainland at this time to recruit a large number of people to go overseas.

According to the attitude of Jiang Chenghuang and Li Hebo, the two must have finished standing in line. Although the prefect of He has the help of Shinto, but Confucianism is powerful and has great righteousness, I am afraid that he will win.

If it is shot in the middle of the Dao Gate, it will be different.

Confucianism can move the appointment of officials but can't move the Jingchu soldiers, and it can suppress the Shinto but not the Daomen.

In this way, He Zhifu has a glimmer of life.

No, Zhou Bai shook his head, the Daomen in the land of Jingchu only has Maoshan, and this Dongyou sect is an overseas sect, so doing these things under the nose of Maoshan is probably suspected of picking fruits.

The intelligence was insufficient, Zhou Bai only felt that his brain was a mess, and a little bit of spiritual light was wrapped in chaos, and he couldn't peel off the cocoon at all.

Smack~"Oops~~" My head hurts, "Why did you hit me?"

"I'm thinking nonsense again. Hongyu withdrew her knife, reached to her mouth, and blew handsomely. "When you get to their so-called Eastward Journey faction, you won't know. ”

The carriage and horse moved forward, getting farther and farther away from the storyteller behind him.

At the foot of Maoshan Mountain, Judge Shen said nothing to the little Taoist priest in front of him with a cold face, and his sharp gaze pierced directly into the little Taoist's heart like a sword.

The little Taoist priest looked at the black-faced bearded man, and he didn't realize that his legs were trembling, and there was a faint oozing liquid from below. Where did this come from, his eyes were too terrifying, although there was no qi lock, but the little Taoist priest still didn't dare to move.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and the teenage little Taoist priest looked at the uncle and uncle who finally appeared with a sad face, and finally let go of his hanging heart. "See Uncle Zhang, Uncle Feng. ”

"Well, TD, you step back first. Zhang Daochang looked at the Daoming little Taoist priest who was still trembling with a smile on his face, of course, he was trembling now not because he was afraid, but because the liquid below was almost uncontrollable.

The head of the wind duct woke up the sleeping Judge Shen, "Old Shen, you are asleep and say something, look at my little nephew, I peed my pants when I was stared at by you." ”

Judge Shen wiped his mouth and smiled, "No way, no way." As you know, we are night owls, so we naturally get sleepy during the day. ”

Zhang Daochang looked helplessly at Judge Shen with a simple expression, although he was about to be frightened by the expression of this goods, he was definitely deceived and ruined.

Along the mountain road, the three of them chatted while walking.

"I heard that there was a group of storytellers near Yellowstone. After chatting for a long time, Judge Shen suddenly spoke.

"Lewdness, cults, and religion seem to be under the control of Shinto, right?" Zhang Daochang looked confused.

"Maoshan is worthy of being a great sect of Taoism, and the aura is really rich. I'm afraid it's no longer under the Zen Heart Sect, right?" Judge Shen couldn't help but sigh as he felt the thick aura around him.

"My Maoshan Xuanmen is authentic, how can it be compared to those Buddhism who connive at demons and evils and disturb humanity?" said the wind chief with a look of resentment. Speaking of Zen Heart Buddhism, he remembered the world-troubled Cihang Pudu, and couldn't help but be angry from his heart, and scolded Buddhism.

After visiting the head of Maoshan and retrieving the Dao seal spell of this year's transaction, Judge Shen left Maoshan under the send-off of the two Taoist masters of Fengzhang.

Looking back at the peaks of Maoshan Mountain hidden in the clouds. Judge Shen couldn't help but sigh and turned to leave.