Lin Fan was sitting on the Xuanhuang Mountain to cultivate, he was seriously injured, his meridians were damaged, and several bones were broken, and if he dragged it on, it would inevitably leave hidden dangers.

The Xuanhuang Qi on the Xuanhuang Mountain rose, and it exuded a terrifying power that swept in all directions, making the surrounding demon beasts dare not approach.

Lin Fan's body emitted a faint divine light, and the six divine points that had been opened up were like six stars shining in Lin Fan's body, and they were constantly exuding essence and divine energy to repair Lin Fan's body.

The flesh and blood in Lin Fan's body were sizzling, they were recovering rapidly, and the broken bones needed to be connected by Lin Fan himself, and the recovery might be a little slower, but it should only be a matter of a few days.

The "Yongquan" Divine Acupoint on Lin Fan's left foot had reached the time when it could be opened up at this time, and it could already emit a divine light visible to the naked eye.

"Okay! Take this opportunity to open up this seventh divine acupoint in one go!" Lin Fan began to induce the Xuanhuang Qi in his body and the essence in his body to impact the "Yongquan" Divine Acupoint in his left foot.

"Boom!" The Xuanhuang Qi in Lin Fan's body flowed like rolling thunder, and the Yongquan Divine Acupoint on his left foot began to emit dazzling divine light.

"Wow!" Lin Fan's left foot "Yongquan" divine acupoint was opened up, and the Xuanhuang Qi in his body poured into it like a hundred rivers pouring into it.

The Xuanhuang Qi on the Xuanhuang Mountain churned like a sea of clouds, and Lin Fan gulped the Xuanhuang Qi to refine the divine acupoint that had just been opened up.

The left-footed "Yongquan" divine acupoint erupted with divine light that echoed with the other six divine acupoints, but this time there was no vision of spiritual light penetrating the body.

Lin Fan's blood and yellow qi in his body were mobilized by the "Yongquan" divine acupoints on his feet, forming a circulation in his body, and the blood and qi gushed up from the "Yongquan" divine acupoint for empowerment, and then flowed back down, just like this, each cycle tempered Lin Fan's body.

"Whoosh......" Lin Fan could hear the sound of flesh and blood squirming in his body more clearly, which showed that his damaged body was recovering rapidly.

After a long time, Lin Fan's injuries recovered a lot, and although there was pain everywhere on his body, it no longer affected his normal activities.

"This red meat is a good thing! It is a great tonic for me! It can't be wasted! And the Nedan, but I don't know what it is for. Lin Fan looked at the blood-covered corpse at the foot of Xuanhuang Mountain and said.

Lin Fan put away the Xuanhuang Mountain, went to pick up some dry firewood, lit a bonfire, cut off one of his red thighs and roasted it on the fire.

The golden fat comes out, and the red thigh meat exudes an alluring fragrance full of aura.

"Wow! It's so fragrant! It'll be almost ripe in a while!" Lin Fan said after taking a sip of the fragrance, and before he knew it, he remembered Wang Yan'er again.

The roars of demon beasts could be heard from the top of several mountains not far away, and their sensitive noses began to stir when they smelled the tempting fragrance.

"Although the bloodline has been exhausted by it, this meat is still a great supplement!" Lin Fan muttered to himself, he felt that the naked flesh emitted a huge amount of energy in his body, and these energies were quickly transformed into the essence in Lin Fan's body to nourish his physical body.

"Wow, wow, wow, so fragrant! I'm starving to death!"

"Iron pot donor, you have a statue, take refuge in Buddhism with me!"

"Dead bald!

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In the distance, two figures, one fat and one thin, were attracted by the fragrance of Lin Fan's barbecue. The fat one was a Taoist man, dressed in a blue-blue robe, carrying a large iron pot, and looking very obscene, and the thin one was a monk, a handsome little monk, but he was in tatters, wearing a gray, patched robe, and holding a wooden bowl in his hand, which looked like a beggar if it weren't for the bare top of his head.

"The weather is so nice today!" The fat Taoist man with the iron pot on his back walked to Lin Fan's side, his little eyes staring at the barbecue in Lin Fan's hand and shining, and the crystal saliva dripped from his thick chin to the ground.

"Dao Chief, please take a seat, Master Please sit too!" Lin Fan said with a slight smile, waving his hand to signal the two to sit down.

"Aha

"Amitabha!" the little monk like a beggar folded his hands and performed a Buddha salute and sat down.

"Please! You're welcome! It's rare to meet people in the deep mountains, and it's fate to meet people!" Lin Fan said, this fat Taoist and the little monk are very interesting, and they didn't show hostility towards Lin Fan, these two people have a very high cultivation, I'm afraid that they have reached the Beidouchen realm, the iron pot of the iron pot Taoist is engraved with ancient talismans, and at a glance, you can know that the Tao is not an ordinary treasure.

"It's rare to meet a good person like Daoyou! I'm disrespectful! Ha Luha!" The fat Taoist smiled, and the fat on his face was piled up, and he hurriedly reached out to pick up a piece of barbecue and ate it, for fear that it would be too late.

"It seems that the donor is also familiar with Buddhism!" said the little monk, wiping his hands with the gray and dirty-looking robe, and then picking up a piece of roast meat and eating it.

"You monk is really hard to change! You must have been kicked out of the temple by the old monk for stealing meat!" the fat Taoist wiped the oil from his mouth and pointed to the little monk and said.

"Amitabha! Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart is sitting!" the little monk said, and ate it seriously.

"The two of you seem to have true temperaments! The way to cultivate immortals lies in the heart, how can you control those restraints!" Lin Fan said.

"Ha Lu! yes! Yes! Well said!" said the fat man, patting his thigh.

"Amitabha, it seems that the donor's Buddha nature is quite high, why don't you take refuge in my Buddha Gate of Wuliang Mountain?" said the little monk, who looked like an experienced human trafficker.

"Forget it!" Lin Fan hurriedly shook his head, if he was allowed to become a monk, he wouldn't suffocate him!

"Little bald head, who doesn't know what you think? Isn't it that you regret becoming a monk and want to drag us into the water!" the fat Taoist laughed, he obviously liked to quarrel with this little monk.

"I don't know what the name of the Lu Dao is? In Xia Lin Fan, it's just an unknown cultivator in Yongzhou. Lin Fan asked, and at the same time interrupted the quarrel between the fat Taoist and the little monk.

"Poor Daoist No.: Iron pot, you Fang Taoist priest who takes eating delicious food all over the world as his mission! The fat Taoist said, and knocked on the big iron pot beside him to show off.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is a disciple of Wuliang Mountain in Liangzhou, and his Dharma name is Huineng. The little monk replied respectfully, completely different from before, and had the demeanor of a master.

"Little bald head! You are so sassy and be careful of being struck by lightning!" "The iron pot Taoist reached out and knocked on the little bald head of the monk Huineng.

"Bang!" This time it seemed to strike on the bronze bell, and the bald head of the Huineng monk was still shining, and the iron pot Taoist covered the swollen finger and screamed as if killing a pig.

"You bald, the skull is made of divine soldiers!" complained the Iron Pot Daoist.

"Amitabha, when I have cultivated into the Arhat body, raise my fingers and smash the Vajra Land!" said Monk Huineng.

"You just brag!" said the Iron Pot Daoist who looked at the little monk with disdain.

However, Lin Fan didn't think that the little monk was talking big, the little monk's cultivation was very high, and there was a faint golden Buddha light behind his head, obviously the Buddhist kung fu cultivation was very deep.

"Monks don't speak!" said Monk Huineng.

"You just keep messing around!" said the Iron Pot Daoist viciously.

"Don't argue about it, the meat is not delicious when it is cold. Lin Fan said.

"That's right! It's not delicious when it's cold!" The iron pot Taoist ate a large piece of barbecue meat in his hand after dividing it by two.

"I'm not full yet! Lin Fan Daoyou, you just divide the rest of the raw meat, and I will use this big iron pot to stew a pot of broth. The iron pot Taoist patted the big iron pot and said.

"Okay! Let's have a good time today!" Lin Fan said.

"Amitabha! The Buddha said: Broth is a good thing!" said the little monk Huineng seriously.

"Little bald head, if you are verbose, you won't have your share!" the iron pot Taoist carried a big iron pot to hold water by the stream, and he turned around and glared at the little monk viciously and said.

"......" The little monk Huineng really closed his mouth, and he sat there like a Buddha, silently reciting the scriptures.

The large iron pot was placed on the bonfire, and the water in the pot boiled, and the red meat tumbled up and down with the boiling water, exuding a pungent smell of meat.

"Add some spices! I don't usually want to use this seasoning!" "The iron pot man poured a little stingy, and he didn't know what kind of spice he poured into the pot. That seasoning was really a good thing, and Lin Fan could smell the fragrance from a distance.

"Cook a little longer!" the iron pot man took out a large wooden cauldron lid and covered it.

"Fellow Daoist Lin Fan, don't be deceived by this little bald appearance, this guy is now thinking about how to abduct and sell you to that bald old nest!" the iron pot Taoist "kindly" reminded.

Lin Fan was speechless for a while......

After a while, the pot of meat finally cooked, and it was because the runes on the iron pot worked so quickly.

"Bald head, and Lin Fan Daoyou, bring the bowl!" shouted the iron pot daoist, and a large iron spoon appeared in his hand at some point.

"Amitabha!" The little monk Huineng handed over the bowl, and the iron pot Taoist took the opportunity to hit his bald head with an iron spoon, but fortunately the iron spoon was not broken.

"There's no way, that's the only one!" Lin Fan took out the jade cup that was used to hold the emperor's slurry before, the jade cup was fortunately not too small, it could hold a little.

"Rub, where did you get this thing!" the iron pot Taoist snatched the jade cup and looked at it, and he sniffed it with his nose.

"It smells like emperor slurry...... There is also a herbal flavor...... How can there still be a woman's smell?" The Iron Pot Daoist looked at Lin Fan with a strange expression, and his small eyes looked up and down.

"Forget it! Forget it! Don't ask! You put this thing away! How much broth can this big thing hold? I'll lend you a big one. The Iron Pot Daoist looked at Lin Fan and said.

"Ahh

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"Hey, hey, hey...... Bald, how can you eat so much!"

"Wow, Lin Fan Daoyou, you can keep some for me too!"

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