"The top-grade Jindan Grandmaster has a little Taoist boy who is very good at cooking", when it was like plugging in wings, it quickly spread all over the Lancang faction, and under the vigorous propaganda of the predecessor of the Great Perfection of the Divine Soul, soon, all the people who need to preach to the outer disciples will come to Zongying with a shy face to borrow the "cook girl".

Zong Ying also lived up to expectations, whoever came would let him go to Chu Lan, as long as Chu Lan was willing, he would completely stand by and never object.

Although there was no direct reward for cooking in various dojos, the benefits Chu Lan received were obvious.

- No one has listened to the monks more than she did!

The period of induction was complete, and the monk who had just entered the inner gate preached, and she went;

There is a monk who is about to hit the Jindan realm to preach, and she also goes;

The dojo of the high-grade Jindan has her, and even the dojo of the original god will have her.

In less than half a year, Chu Lan's name had already spread throughout the Lancang faction, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was "famous".

Now everyone in the outer disciples knows that there is a very diligent Taoist boy who follows Grandmaster Jindan, who can use local materials to make them good food when preaching, and he is obedient and skillful.

Therefore, it later developed to the point that as long as the outer disciples met, they would have to "make an appointment" with Chu Lan, and from time to time they would bring her the birds and beasts produced in the mountains, so as to ask her for a "meal" - of course, those are all later words.

At the end of the sermon, the outer disciples dispersed one after another, Chu Lan was sent out of the Jade Toad Peak by the crane in her mouth, she subconsciously glanced down, and saw that between the peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, there were faintly several paths as thin as silk threads, on which were the outer disciples who slowly descended like ants, and in the distance, there was a river like a jade belt, shining in the sun.

Waterfalls can be seen everywhere in the mountains, rainbows can be seen in the high sky, cranes chirp in the wind, and golden monkeys are faintly jumping between the shaking branches and leaves.

It's truly a paradise.

What Chu Lan didn't understand now was how poor this sect with a huge mountain range was—only people and scenery were left in the poor.

After a few days, Chu Lan found that the rice in the rice bowl had been eaten, and he didn't even have the next meal.

"Where to get grain?" she knocked on the rice jar worriedly, this is a large vat that the "master" specially took for her a while ago, and now she doesn't eat meat, only uses Yimu Ding to cook wild vegetable rice porridge, and naturally eats more.

Zong Ying happened to not have a retreat that day, and after Chu Lan reported that she was about to be unable to eat, Zong Ying made a decision and took her to "find a meal".

Chu Lan, who was confused, followed Zong Ying to sit on the back of an immortal crane and went to a small basin at the foot of the mountain.

It is a place where three mountains meet, and a small stream flows slowly around the valley.

In this small basin, there are patches of fertile fields everywhere, and it is said that under the effect of the "fairy law", it is ripe every two months, and the end is high-yielding.

It was the golden harvest season, and Chu Lan had already smelled the simple and long fragrance of rice in the wind.

"It's here. Zong Ying waved away the crane, took out a small puppet and put it in Chu Lan's hand, "Go and harvest it." Eat as much as you want. ”

The confused Chu Lan took the puppeteer and found that its head was round, short and almost without a neck, its facial features were not depicted on its face, and between its arms was a row of things with special instruments.

"Inject your internal qi," Zong Ying said succinctly, "Use your consciousness to command, it can move at will, integrating harvesting, rice threshing, replanting, and returning to the field, this is the exclusive invention of this faction, you have to collect it with your heart, and come here to collect it yourself if you lack food in the future." ”

After hearing this, Chu Lan tried to poke out the inner essence qi that usually collects the sea of qi from his fingers, and as soon as Bu touched this puppet, it quickly grew in size, becoming a wooden figure more than one person tall, and after Chu Lan carefully stretched out his soul qi to touch it, it bent down numbly and began to move.

- It turns out that this is an environmentally friendly harvester powered by the monk's aura!

Chu Lan's heart was shocked, she didn't expect that the things in the memories of the time-traveler would actually exist in her real world!

The world is really full of wonders...... Thinking like this, the diligent Chu Lan unconsciously operated this humanoid rice harvester to harvest more than a dozen acres of rice.

"Enough. Zong Ying said from afar, "You don't have to collect it all, you have to leave work for other outer disciples." ”

Chu Lan, who was manipulating the wooden man, shook his hand, and suddenly thought of how some outer disciples came to be when they preached--worshipping into such a sect where everything must be self-reliant, their three views were absolutely shocked, and the four bodies must have been exercised enough!

The wooden man meticulously finished harvesting the rice, and with its movements, bundles of rice rolled into the strange row of utensils, and then came out of the white and crystal rice, a flying rainbow composed of rice flew up from the wooden man's hand, and the tail fell into a small rice bowl in Zong Ying's palm.

Chu Lan came back to her senses and went to look at the "rice bowl" that Zong Ying was holding, but it turned out to be Yimu Ding, which had shrunk to the size of a teacup, and she couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

There was an endless supply of rice grains, and Yimuding collected them all, without spilling a single grain of rice.

Chu Lan, who watched with relish, looked at the wooden man from time to time, and then at Zong Ying's hand, and was vaguely angry with an indescribable memory fragment in her heart: Once upon a time, she also used this kind of immortal method to incorporate all things into mustard seeds, and she also moved mountains and seas, and her power was incomparable...... However, the memory was incomplete, and when she tried to identify it carefully, she would sneak into her heart and disappear.

Exhaled, Chu Lan threw away these disturbing memories in a blink of an eye and ignored them, she is now a Taoist child who has just entered the "Immortal Mountain", she has not learned any skills, those memories that come from nowhere, and I don't know whether they belong to the traverser or her own body, they can only be regarded as obstacles for her, if she falls into it and ignores the practice of reality, the result will be miserable.

She had already made up her mind to go farther and farther on the path of cultivation, and she would try her best to shield any unnecessary negative emotions and even memories.

After all the rice of more than ten acres of land was collected, Zong Ying casually threw Yimuding to Chu Lan to hold, and he pinched the law with his hands and slowly pointed to the sky.

After a flash of lightning, the cumulonimbus clouds rained down on the newly harvested fields, and the wooden man had quickly plowed the rice stubble into the soil, and stood on the ridge of the field at the first time when the rain fell.

After a quarter of an hour of rain, Zong Ying received the magic trick, and a rainbow faintly appeared above the ridge, and the wooden man seemed to have received the decree, and immediately bowed down and began to sow seeds, and the fast Chu Lan's eyes couldn't keep up.

It's great, it's so effortless to farm like this!