The two hundred and eighteenth chapters learn the law, the people, the way of the gods
"Oh, this candied haws on a stick is pretty good."
Wu Lang took a bite and felt the sweet beauty and juice gushing out. Not only was the air fresh and spiritual in the world of immortality, the food was also unmatched in his previous life.
"That is!"
The old man buying candied haws on a stick chatted with Wu Lang and laughed loudly: "This is our ancestral craft? We don't have two brushes, so we come here to serve the people on the streets in Jinghuang City? This taste, even many immortals would say yes, vertical Thumbs up!”
It’s different from Wu Lang working overtime while fishing.
The eight cabinet ministers govern the world in an orderly manner.
Edicts are promulgated every year, and various city and regional transfer orders and development plans are issued every month.
In this way, it was only in a short period of time after the demonic disaster was quelled that it developed to what it is today.
As early as seven years ago, the cabinet had prepared for this world-wide competition, launching the construction of "Jinghuang City" and "attracting investment" from all over the world!
after all.
Their Human Emperor is secretly developing martial arts crazily, why don't they try their best?
"This Jinghuang City is amazing." Wu Lang sighed and looked at the craftsmen on the city wall. After the collision of a hundred flowers blooming, the line of craftsmen has made the greatest progress.
The entire "capital city" is like a fairy palace surrounded by pavilions.
"Isn't that right?? If you don't have two brushes, you can't pass the many tests and you can't enter Jinghuang City!"
The old man smiled and said very proudly: "I am envied by people from all over the country. I was recruited to serve in Jinghuang City to gain face for our emperor! Let me show you, the foreign guests from all over the world, that we in Jingzhou will not leave behind our emperor." face."
"You want to kill our emperor! How can we not be angry? We ordinary people can't do anything but cheer up!"
When he said this, he was a little dejected and a little angry, "We didn't understand it at first. You are enemies. Why do you let us entertain you? Let you come to kill our sage who saves the suffering? But later we understood, that sage He is so open-minded and open-minded that we can’t even imagine.”
"Yes." A noodle vendor next to him also echoed: "If this were not the case, how could we be so nice to you? You are enemies!"
Another old woman selling beef soup said: "That's right, that's right! That gentleman is open-minded, but you are hard-hearted and don't see the good of us lower-class people!"
Being open-minded is not enough.
It's just that I have the ability to pull out the network cable.
If the situation is really unwinnable, call the seven Tribulation-Transcending Emperors to take action one after another to kill those reincarnations in the Tribulation-Transcending and Fusion-stage who have not yet had time to prove the emperor!
They thought they were hiding deep.
In fact, if you really want to take action, you can track him down with the same GPS positioning as the Blood Skeleton Taoist.
He was never open-minded, but always confident of victory.
Wu Lang was eating and sitting in the stall and echoed, "Old sir, how is the treatment for one month in Jinghuang City?"
"Four Lower Square Cauldron Spiritual Stones!"
The old man was very talkative, and while setting up a stall to entertain guests, he replied: "Although I can't practice, I already have more than a hundred spiritual stones. When I build it, it is also a small carriage. It is quite interesting and can be used by mortals. "
"The treatment is good." Wu Lang smiled.
He suddenly had the experience of the game "Underworld" in his previous life.
As a leisure and entertainment travel player, it feels like traveling everywhere.
Back then, after working overtime every day, he would go into the "Second World" to go fishing, eat delicious food, chat with the lower-class indigenous farmers, relax on the street, and listen to their parents' gossip about who was having conflicts and who was in trouble.
The family is married.
Many times, "Irregular" players are social animals who work overtime. Their biggest hobby after get off work is to go to teahouses and wine shops, drink and eat meat, chat with the people at the bottom here, talk about life, and chat, and then gradually accumulate their understanding of The resentment of the immortals in this world.
Reality has smoothed the edges of the people they work with every day. In this world, why are they still so cruel?
Those "strangers" came to the world and gradually made up their minds to discuss the main task together - to save this class world and bring proletarian revolution to this world.
All people in the world are created equal.
But what they couldn't achieve, I myself achieved in Jingzhou, and won the love and support of the people in Jingzhou.
Just like this old man on the street, the public opinion of the people has already gathered here.
"Masters, can you leave this skill to me?" Wu Lang said suddenly.
"Okay, do you, a monk, want to learn?"
The old man smiled happily, "This craftsmanship used to be secretly passed down for more than ten generations, but now, even the immortals don't hide their secrets, so how can we hide them? Let's talk about it. It is also the philosophy of our Jingzhou Emperor to treat our guests.
Dadu, if you want to learn, I’ll teach you.”
Wu Lang smiled, suddenly feeling a little melancholy.
I really don't...
Now everyone feels that they are open-minded and entertaining guests, but the people in the imperial city of Jingzhou are constantly worried about themselves?
He spent the next day working for the old man, helping him set up a stall, learning crafts, entertaining guests, and completing the work of an apprentice at the stall.
At the same time, I also helped people working at several stalls in nearby neighborhoods.
He vaguely felt that his state of mind was loosening.
Sure enough, blindly working overtime and working hard behind closed doors will not work.
There are hundreds of professions in the world. You have to join the world, experience it, and learn from the Fa, the master of various folk professions in the world.
As he kept making candied haws and syrup, an instinctive voice seemed to come from Wu Lang's mind: Let's start with delicious food!
Therefore, he respected his original heart.
Desire to become a god.
Transform people first.
The stage of spiritual transformation is originally the transformation of the will in the heart.
There are hundreds of people in the world who are in the Yuan Ying stage, but only a few can break through the spirit and enter when they grow old and die.
At the same time, just a few days after going down the mountain, Wu Lang unexpectedly discovered that his path was ordinary, and the path to becoming a god was not obscure at all, it was right in front of him.
But this path is one of the many in the world.
"Monk, you learn so quickly!" The old man was also surprised.
This monk learned so quickly that he was completely exhausted in just three hours.
The talent in this area is astonishing, and it can only be attributed to the immortal's magical methods.
Even, this young and handsome monk helped them perfect their secret recipe in one afternoon, and the taste went up several levels.
This made several vendors look at each other in a daze, thinking about this person's talent, maybe he has the ability to cook delicious food?
"tasty!"
“Why is it so delicious!”
"Hey, this street food actually has such tricks?"
"This bowl of noodles, my throat seems to be stimulated by the deliciousness, and it feels like a breakthrough in realm!"
...
Some monks who were communicating everywhere also spread the word by word of mouth, and soon there was a long queue.
Wu Lang also completely abandoned all the distracting thoughts in his mind and concentrated on studying the fate of the "food field". He constantly had epiphanies and strange feelings erupted in his heart.
He managed four stalls by himself.
Keep traveling and cooking.
In the evening, after helping out all afternoon and entertaining guests, Wu Lang had an epiphany and suddenly sensed something in his heart.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at several vendors and common people: "I've been nagging today, I'm leaving."
He took out a bamboo scroll, transferred his consciousness to it, and the written and ink words appeared one after another, converging into a secret book of exercises.
"Old sir, this is a gift for your exchange. You teach me and I will give you what I have learned." Wu Lang handed it to them and left.
The old man didn't know why, and thought that this Buddhist monk from outside was giving them some scriptures and benefits. After all, there were monks who occasionally gave them tips after eating.
But when they opened it and took a look, they saw four big characters written on it: "The Way of the Kitchen Enters the Hua Lu".
When they took a closer look, they felt that something had suddenly dawned on them. An unprecedented avenue was unfolding before their eyes, opening up the road to eternal life.
This is a slightly different path for alchemists.
"Who is that person?" Several vendors trembled and suddenly had an incredible idea. They looked at the back of the young monk, but they had disappeared.