Four hundred and twentieth chapters burning bergamot
"After many years, a new visitor finally arrived in Yuanqiao. This little deserted island has really not been lively in a long time."
The thunderous cheers gradually stopped, and the host smiled and raised his glass, looking at Wu Ming and the others. His robes flew in the air, and his face was as perfect as if it were made of jade:
"Come! Please drink this cup to the full to congratulate our new guests!"
The frost-like wine slurry floated in the golden bottle, bringing with it a clear air-conditioning. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Song Chi and others raised their glasses in a panic, and then they could only drink it with all their might under the gazes of countless people.
It's like chewing a piece of ice in the dead of winter.
A hard chill flowed down the throat, stinging every inch of the internal organs and pores, but after a brief period of numbness and even pain, unexpectedly, the whole body felt warm.
“…Great wine!!!”
Taoist Fei Xuan's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
The hidden wounds in the body, as well as the meridians and bones damaged in the past, all seemed to disappear completely in the face of this rising warmth.
Taoist Fei Xuan's fingers trembled slightly. He carefully held the golden bottle and swallowed a few mouthfuls. Immediately, his whole body burst out with heavy flames uncontrollably.
The medicinal power that nourishes all physical bodies and souls.
Song Chi and others were all surprised, and then their faces showed joy one after another. Even Cui Ying, who had always had a gloomy expression, now also smiled, as if falling into the clouds.
Holy medicine or miracle medicine?
Just a cup of wine cured the dark wounds that had not healed for many years. Amidst the exclamations, a few people even sprayed Qingqi immediately, and the clear sound of gold and stone intertwined with bells and chimes came from their bodies, forming a colorful... This
A glass of wine actually made them break up on the spot!
"It's really scary..."
Mr. Gongyang turned around. Amidst the exclamations and ecstasy, the other guests in the hall just smiled gracefully and seemed not to be surprised. The host leisurely raised his glass at the main seat with a slight smile on his face.
He suddenly shivered, and an inexplicable fear surged into his heart, making the hairs under his clothes stand on end nervously.
This island, these people...
It was too sudden.
Things in front of you are like hazy flowers in the fog, empty and illusory. When everything is too satisfactory, it will often appear too false...
Boom!
The simple sound of the bell washed away, and the owner picked up the gavel and gently knocked the small green bell on the table.
Dozens of palace doors in the palace opened at the same time, and the dancers and musicians immediately filed out. Amidst the sound of drums, harps and shengs playing all over the palace, the dishes were also presented by the cooks.
"This is the Burning Buddha's Hand."
The five-foot-large bronze plate was covered with ice, and a strange hoof and paw as big as a head lay on the ice. It was golden in color and decorated with dianthus and Tangxi flowers. The tangy burnt aroma attracted people's nose and penetrated the
It has a sweet and salty smell.
The monk in black raised his chopsticks and took a bite, then nodded with satisfaction. He patted the head of the black sheep at his feet and smiled cheerfully at Wu Ming, who was at a loss at the side:
"Don't you want to eat it? The name of this dish has a great origin. Has the monk ever heard of it?"
"Please give me some advice, elders." Wu Ming was slightly startled.
"Long ago, King Buddha Huiju Baoguang and God Yuan Gong Sanqi fought for land. The two of them beat the West Sea to nothing, almost as if the sky was falling apart. In the end, they were reluctant to give up only after the dissuasion of the saints.
We shook hands and made peace, but who knew that after all the fighting was over, Yuan Gong would still be upset."
"According to the old practice, every twenty-five years, the heavenly generals of Huiju will select a group of fleshly virgins to enrich his golden palace in the lower world. This time, the heavenly generals were overjoyed because they
I have found a unique woman who seems to be irreplaceable in the lower world."
The monk in black used chopsticks to smash the burnt Buddha's hand into pieces. The sweet burnt aroma was no longer bound by the skin and flesh, and rushed out, making people intoxicated. The monk's voice came along with the aroma, and seemed to be integrated into the piece of meat.
fragrant:
"How beautiful is a woman? I heard that all the beautiful words were exhausted in the ancient books, but in the end they were still unfinished. Xu Xuran... The generals were overjoyed and carefully sent the woman into the Golden Palace.
, Their painstaking efforts were not in vain. Hui Ju, who had seen the woman’s appearance, sent down a Dharma image that night and visited the Golden Palace in person, and then——”
The monk in black smiled meaningfully: "That's how this dish got its name."
"What?"
"The woman was pretended to be Yuan Gong. He took advantage of Hui Ju's unpreparedness when he was having sex with her, and chopped off Hui Ju's left hand with a knife. That night, Hui Ju's roar could be heard across the land, and dozens of people near the Golden Palace
A human city exploded into pieces and was shaken to pieces by the roar, covering thousands of miles with blood."
The black-clothed monk said: "The severed hand was later cooked by Yuan Gong, and each of its gods was given a piece of meat. In order to humiliate Hui Ju, the name of Burning Buddha's Hand was spread, and gradually it was spread among people who cared about it.
It became a recipe.”
"..."
"These words are just to tell you the fact that your Buddha has never been a kind person."
The monk in black laughed loudly, stood up from his seat, and led the black sheep slowly out of Bai Yujing.
He didn't even take another look at the music and music playing in the hall, and the guests all looked like clay and wood sculptures, silently watching the monk in black swaggeringly kicked open the hall door, extremely arrogant, as if there was no one else around.
"A banquet of bliss should have no taboos."
The black-clothed monk turned around outside Bai Yujing and looked at the silent Wu Ming with a smile: "Please enjoy yourself and don't let down the banquet specially set by Mr. Wang Fu."
"Is the master really Mr. Wang Fu?"
"True and false, imaginary and real, for this place, for the people in the White Jade Capital..." The black-robed monk smiled:
"What's the difference?"
——
Another bell rang.
The host stood up from his seat, glanced at the monk in black who was leading the sheep outside the hall, and then gave him a high five.
The dancers and the musicians stopped their movements at the same time, bowed silently and retreated into the palace gate. In the complete silence, the sound of the wind chimes in front of the white jade eaves became particularly clear, like the tinkling of spring water.
"It's rare that Master will lead Pang Ziran, Sun Xuezhou and other senior brothers to the Thirteen Domains. The sky is high and the Emperor is far away. I also want to have a good time."
The host's words stirred up a commotion, and the originally indifferent guests became agitated one after another. They stretched their necks impatiently, and all the previous grace and nobility were gone. Their eyes widened and their tongues froze.
Stretching out, it looks like a hungry and thirsty dog, eagerly waiting for food.
"Don't be anxious, it's customary and everyone has it."
The host smiled: "But now, according to the etiquette of hospitality, I naturally have to entertain the new guests first."
His eyes rested on Wu Ming for a moment, and then he gave a high-five. The large screen behind him suddenly rustled, and several figures appeared.
"Come out."
The host raised his eyebrows: "Let the new guests meet you."
