The cooked shrimps were dipped in the sauce, and the charming taste made the monk couldn't help but praise, "Fellow Daoist Shen, this is the first time that this young monk has eaten such delicious seafood."

After receiving the meal payment, Shen Qinglan's attitude improved a lot, "You are not the only one to praise me."

When it comes to her major, Shen Qinglan feels there is no need to be modest.

The monk's name is Wukong, he is a monk who came from the Western Regions in the late stage of building foundation.

Shen Qinglan gave up the pot of lobsters because of Wukong's name, and steamed some other seafood caught by Little Wolf.

The monk looked at the plate of raw fish as he ate, "Fellow Daoist Shen, are you eating it raw?"

Shen Qinglan looked at him, "Want to eat?"

The monk giggled, "Hey, I've never eaten it before."

Shen Qinglan handed over the plate of raw fish.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Shen." The monk ate the delicious food and stopped even calling the donor.

Shen Qinglan asked him, "What's delicious in the Western Regions?"

This is an occupational disease for cooks.

The monk shook his head, "The Western Region is not much different from your Eastern Region. They are all monsters in the mountains and forests. It's just that the far west is the desert. There are very few monsters there, and there are more scorpions and snakes."

Tianyuan Continent is vast, and from what the monk said, he must have been to many places.

Shen Qinglan was a little envious, this was her first time out of the Eastern Region.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, you came to the East China Sea just for the Demon Slaying Conference?"

"Demon Slaying Conference?" Shen Qinglan heard about it for the first time.

The monk was a little surprised, "Are you really here to travel?"

When the two introduced themselves to each other just now, Shen Qinglan said that he came to visit the East China Sea, while the monk said that he came here on the orders of his master.

After eating Shen Qinglan's food, the monk enthusiastically told her about the famous Demon Slaying Convention in the East China Sea.

The Demon Slaying Conference is a grand ceremony in the East China Sea that happens once every fifty years.

This time the Demon Slaying Conference will be next year, still half a year away.

The location is Mochizuki Island, the main island of the East China Sea Alliance.

Shen Qinglan asked the monk, "So you are here to participate in the demon-slaying conference?"

"Yeah, my senior brother got a spot last time. Master asked me to come and take a look."

"Has the quota been determined in advance?" Shen Qinglan was a little disappointed, so she definitely had no chance.

The monk put a piece of raw fish into his mouth and said, "It's delicious."

He nodded with satisfaction. When he caught a glimpse of Shen Qinglan's questioning eyes, he smiled sheepishly, "Hey, I got carried away."

Wiping his mouth with satisfaction, the monk put down his chopsticks.

"I heard that there are about 300 quotas for each time, and part of them are the rewards obtained by those who passed through the Demon Slaying Tower last time. As long as the monks who passed through the third floor of the Demon Slaying Tower can get a quota for the next Demon Slaying Conference quota for entering the tower.

The monks only have one chance to enter the Demon Slaying Tower in their lifetime, so most of the places they get will be handed over to the sect, and the sect will assign the next disciple to participate. There are also some casual cultivators who will take the places to the auction after getting the places, but This is rarely the case."

As the monk spoke, he put the uneaten food around him into his storage bag, which made Shen Qinglan want to take out the hammer and hit his big bald head hard.

"Are there still some places left?"

"I heard that the remaining quotas are divided among the islands in the East China Sea."

"Oh." Then Shen Qinglan probably has no chance.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, would you like to go to Wangyue Island to see the excitement?" the monk extended an invitation.

"Me? I don't like to watch the excitement." Shen Qinglan refused.

The little wolf eating meat beside him moved his ears. He didn’t like watching the fun?

Who heard that when a high-level monk in Wanjian Zongfang City hunted a half-demon, he dragged Nan Qing and Zhou Ling to watch the fun?

Oh, woman.

Duplicity is synonymous with you.

After hearing this, the monk said with some regret, "I heard that Wangyue Island is the most prosperous. The deep-sea monsters caught by the monster hunting ships will be sold there. There are many good things. It would be a pity not to go to Wangyue Island when visiting the East China Sea. Already."

Shen Qinglan's beautiful eyebrows moved, deep sea monster?

Then you can go and have a look.

But she had no intention of going with this monk.

While the two were chatting, the monk put all the food he could eat into his storage bag. Shen Qinglan didn't want to argue with him anymore. The money he gave for the meal before was really a lot, so he just sold it at Erxian Pavilion. A spiritual stone.

After the monk collected the things, he shamelessly asked to leave a sound transmission aura for Shen Qinglan for future contact.

"Fellow Taoist Shen, please don't be disgusted. This young monk has been unable to give up his craving for food since he was a child. I don't know how many times he has been told this by Master. Now that I finally know such a powerful food cultivator like you, Taoist friend, please don't talk to me." I have lost contact, and I will definitely visit the Eastern Region if I have the opportunity in the future."

It was also mentioned in Baiyaoyanxinjue, but Shen Qinglan had never encountered food cultivation?

"From what you say, have you met other food cultivators?"

The monk smiled happily, "Hahahaha, hahahaha, it's my senior brother!"

Shen Qinglan:......

Suddenly, I felt that the monk's master was a little pitiful. He was obviously a Buddhist sect, so it was fine for the younger disciple not to abstain from eating and drinking, but the elder disciple was still a food cultivator.

"What about your senior brother?"

Before Shen Qinglan could finish her words, the monk had already shaken his head and sighed, "I have never eaten food that tastes so bad. In addition, the food is just like yours. There are no impurities or animal poisons, and the spiritual energy is rich and pure."

These words made Shen Qinglan raise her eyebrows, "I wonder who your senior brother is, He Linggen?"

The monk seems to know a lot about food cultivation and knows a lot about the key points of food cultivation.

"Single Fire Spiritual Root."

Shen Qinglan couldn't help but laugh. If what the monk said was true, he would really be a fellow-traveler.

They are both obviously gifted single-fire spiritual roots, but they all love cooking.

Liu Yuqi said that there are ten major divine fires, and her Nanming Lihuo is one of them. I wonder if this monk's senior brother also received some kind of divine fire inheritance.

It's just that the monk's senior brother is not as lucky as himself and does not have the talent to be a cook.

Maybe it was because the monk had a brother who was also a food cultivator, or maybe Shen Qinglan always felt that foodies were not too bad in character, so she relaxed her guard against the monk.

Especially after the monk took out a few sea beasts, he said, "These are the red brocade snowfish I have hunted in the past few days. They are all brought for my senior brother. I gave a few of them to fellow Taoists. The meat is extremely tender."

Red brocade snowfish!

Shen Qinglan took it without any courtesy. She had been here for three days, but she had only heard that the fish tasted so good that even a monk who was fasting could not resist it.

But the red sea fish lives in the deep sea and is difficult to catch.

Unexpectedly, the monk only took a few shots.

Shen Qinglan did not have any food in stock at this time, so she could only say thank you, "Thank you very much."

The monk smiled and shook his head, "I should thank you. Fellow Taoist, you let me know that not all food cultivators are like my senior brother. They have rich spiritual energy but are hard to swallow."

"You're welcome, fellow Taoist."

After the two separated, Shen Qinglan took Xiaolang back to his residence.
Chapter completed!