"Why don't you come up with a plan?" Qin Ran said with a smile.
"What do you mean?"
Hou Tu was a little confused.
"Have you ever heard of turning a tiger into a Buddha?"
Qin Ran said.
Hou Tu nodded. Although she did not leave the underworld, she had been looking at the three realms. How could she not know about such a major event?
After the Battle of the Gods, the two sects of Chanjie were both harmed, and the Taoist sect's destiny was damaged.
The Western religion took advantage of this to reap profits and gained the upper hand. After hundreds of thousands of years of operation, it grew stronger and became the largest religion in the three worlds.
The Taoist sect was squeezed out and had to hide in the mountains. I was very worried about this and resorted to the method of transforming the three pure states into one qi.
The person who created a clone in the lower realm was Li Er. Li Er left Hangu Pass in the west and took many treasures with him to found Mahayana Buddhism, hoping to differentiate and spread the destiny of Western teachings.
"Empress Pingxin?"
That's a saint. There are many gods worshiped by all living beings. I never thought that he would suddenly appear in front of me.
This man's demeanor is luxurious, elegant and unconventional, his figure has convex curves, and his beauty is breathtaking, as if he belongs to that world.
Zhu Biao said matter-of-factly.
Qian Tu quickly promised, but his beautiful eyes could not stop glancing towards the two jars, unable to hold back his excitement.
Hou Tu's beautiful eyes suddenly bloomed with a moving brilliance, and she couldn't help but feel elated.
Qiantu said without any surprise,
Qiantu understood himself and suddenly found that a majestic fairy spirit spread in his body, and his mana actually increased slightly.
When he saw Qin Ran's joking eyes, Qian Tu suddenly blushed and felt that his dignity as a saint had fallen to the ground.
A beautiful man in four-colored neon clothes left the Taoist temple and headed straight to the west.
Qian Tu was speechless because you felt that Zhu Biao was so strange, that he was still doing those mortal things even though he had not yet attained enlightenment.
From then on, the Western religion was Buddhism, and Buddhism reached its peak, and then Journey to the West began.
"Yeah, there's nothing weird about being able to make wine? A person must know how to enjoy life."
"That is Empress Ping Xin from the underworld. I suspect she must have heard of it."
"Unless he wants to explode and die."
Qian Tu pretended to be resentful.
Qian Tu laughed out loud, as if he thought that guy was quite funny. He had a bald head, practiced Taoist methods, but considered himself a monk.
Qin Ran just shook his head, making Qiantu angry for a while.
Mr. Qin was startled and almost fell to his knees on the ground.
Anyway, Qin Ran was right outside and ran away, so he relied on me.
Mr. Qin was startled and almost fell to his knees on the ground.
Zhu Biao smiled.
Qiantu was not surprised at all. Did you expect that such a bad drink would have such a complicated name?
This refreshing, warm and slow smell seems to penetrate directly into the soul.
Qian Tu also looked at Mr. Qin, and when he met his gaze, Mr. Qin suddenly became older.
After Zhu Biao's guidance, you found the Jade Emperor Haotian and Zhen Yuanzi and borrowed the Book of Heaven and the Book of Earth
He was still drinking, but he drank it all while holding the jug in his arms. It would be a bad idea to leave you with less.
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"When things are successful, you can directly create tunnels and incorporate these Buddhist sects into the tunnels in one fell swoop."
"Buddhism is going to invade the underworld, so you can take advantage of it."
"What was he drinking? Tea?"
Qin Ran opened the seal of the wine, and the aroma immediately overflowed, and a vast celestial spirit washed away it. Just one sip made people feel refreshed and refreshed both physically and mentally.
Qin Ran said matter-of-factly.
"What's the name of that wine? Why have you never drank it before?"
There are tens of millions of pores all over the body, and there is no feeling of elation and relaxation.
"Yes, it's your newly brewed fruit wine." Qin Ran explained.
So you decided to ask Qin Ran for advice again.
But now that you have only drank two bottles of wine, your mana has actually lost some strength, which makes you even more curious about the origin of those wines.
Qian Tu also looked at Mr. Qin, and when he met his gaze, Mr. Qin suddenly became older.
"That's your exclusive secret recipe, especially if you tell others."
Mr. Qin shivered and made a Buddhist salute.
When I encounter something bad, I am just not greedy. It seems that my strong experience is a flaw.
Before the grapes matured, I made wine into wine, and then placed them under a frozen ice field in the Hongmeng Pearl. Using the secret method of time, I accelerated the passage of time and kept it frozen for eight million years. The craftsman's tooth was born.
What is shocking is that Zhen Yuanzi and the two Taoist boys at the door went directly out to see each other off. They did not return to the Taoist temple until the men completely saw each other off and disappeared.
"How was this wine made? Where were the grapes collected?"
"Your Majesty, I'm going to talk nonsense. It's obvious that I've been shaken myself, but it's you who's to blame. If I really have a wrong disposition and have gone through countless calamities to change it, no matter how much you guide me, it will be of no use."
"That's why I was chosen as a disciple of the Buddha. I didn't expect that I would be humiliated like that by his teachings."
Even if you take some top-quality innate spiritual fruits, your cultivation level will also increase a lot.
Seeing Zhu Biao's mysterious face, Maetu was even more curious. He grabbed Zhu Biao's arm and said coquettishly:
Seeing Mr. Qin's shy expression, Qin Ran didn't smile evilly.
Qin Ran reminded, "This is natural."
In fact, Qin Ran was willing to talk about it, but the origin of the grapes and wine was not too shocking to talk about.
The rumored Master Qin was a prodigal son. Every time he passed through a country, he had to eat meat and drink wine, hang out in clean buildings, and discredit Buddhism. Now it seems that some of the names are not true.
Qin Ran picked up the wine flask and poured a glass. Qian Tu impatiently picked it up, took a sip, and his beautiful eyes suddenly widened.
Mr. Qin was meditating, and when he asked about the smell, the greedy thing in his stomach aroused, and he suddenly could no longer enter concentration and opened his eyes.
Qin Ran turned a blind eye to Qian Tu's resentful eyes and said calmly.
Then Qian Tu was waiting for Qin Ran to pour the wine, and Qian Tu directly held the wine bottle and started drinking.
I thought that after taking the sutra, the situation would still be the same.
"I know, you must savor it carefully that time
Zhu Biao looked back, glanced at Mr. Qin, and said with a smile,
And you can see that what Mr. Qin practiced was pure Taoism, with the purpose of cultivating one's moral character.
As for the secrets inside, you decide to explore a little bit more.
Fortunately, he didn't show it, but ten lives are enough to lose.
"It's the fruit wine you brewed. Even though this wine is very powerful, he can still drink it."
That's a saint. There are many gods worshiped by all living beings. I never thought that he would suddenly appear in front of me.
Qiantu noticed Mr. Qin sitting nearby, practicing with his eyes closed, and had no doubts. As a monk, Mr. Qin practiced Taoism.
"Yes, it's made from grapes, so naturally it's called Grape Sprinkle."
Recalling that he had bad thoughts just now, Mr. Qin felt frightened in his heart.
Compared with other saints, Dun is not a different person
A glass of wine.
Ting comes.
Seduced by the aroma of wine, Zhu Biaolin no longer had any thoughts of practicing Taoism and walked directly to the pavilion.
But when it comes to planning and scheming, not to mention myself, I am afraid that those scheming people in Zundi are all opponents.
"I know he's powerful, okay, you're asking for the name of the wine."
Mr. Qin suddenly trembled, not wanting to drink again.
"That's too bad."
Even if I say it, I will be suspicious, so I just say it.
Qin Ran took out two jars and reminded Zhi. There is no limit to the number of purple jade grapes, so I brewed those two jars of wine in total.
Qian Tu, whose depression had been swept away, concealed a smile on his beautiful face, turned into a wisp of fragrant wind, and sat directly next to Qin Ran.
Qian Tu smiled and nodded, looking at Qin Ran, his beautiful eyes full of brilliance.
Seeing Zhu Biaolin's shy expression, Qin Ran didn't smile evilly.
Qin Ran looked back, glanced at Zhu Biaolin, and said with a smile,
"This is a great good thing."
"Amitabha and the poor monk Zhu Biaolin pay homage to Ping Xin Yuan Yuan."
"That's wrong. I haven't introduced Qi into my body in such a short period of time."
Not only am I knowledgeable, but I have also heard of Empress Pingxin's nickname.
"What if you want to try it? It tastes really bad."
"As I said, this wine is your latest brew. It's the only one you can drink. You can drink it anywhere else."
Master Qin's face suddenly fell and he asked willingly.
"Qin Ran said, that smell, bad aroma, what kind of wine is it? Can a poor monk even taste it?"
"Only those two jars are left. I drank but there is no more."
Wonderful! Wonderful!
Before the creation of the world, the spiritual roots of chaos had long since disappeared.
That grape is actually grown under the roots of a Chaos Spirit that I planted, and it's called Purple Jade Grape.
There are no bad things to say before:
The bad thing is that Qin Ran is planning an eastward journey and has always been around Xiniu, Hezhou and Tianzhu Kingdom, so it is natural for him to find him if he wants to find him.
"Is it really drinkable?"
The fragrance spreads, and in a blink of an eye, it fills the whole place.
Qiantu said with a wicked smile.
"That's wrong. In such a short period of time, I introduced Qi into my body."
Qin Ran teased.
Qian Tu laughed out loud, as if he thought that guy was quite funny. He had a bald head, practiced Taoist methods, but considered himself a monk.
"Yes, since it is about taking advantage of the situation, the acting must be more realistic beforehand. Don't let the Seven Saints of the West discover what is right."
"He hasn't run out of that fruit wine yet, and you still want to drink it."
"Qin Ran said, who is that?"
"That's right. I told you that it was a unique secret recipe, so of course it has to be kept secret."
In this way, not only will the strength of Buddhism be greatly reduced, but a dumb person who eats Coptis chinensis will not be able to express his sufferings, but it can also increase the luck of the Taoist in one fell swoop.
"It is rumored that Jin Chanzi is the seventh disciple of Shaobao. He has wisdom roots and is full of Buddha nature. He has little wisdom and little perseverance."
I think you are the majestic lord of the underworld, and you have used all your tricks like coquettishness, but you still manage to settle on a senior. How unreasonable!
"Amitabha, the poor monk Mr. Qin, pays homage to Ping Xin Yuan Yuan."
On the way, I went to the underworld to look for the book of life and death written by people. I found that this thing was really in the hands of King Yama, but in the hands of Qiantu.
Seeing that Qian Tu did not blame him, Mr. Qin immediately felt relieved and eagerly said to Qin Ran:
"Qin Ran said, who is that?"
The man was riding a Xuantian fire phoenix, with a graceful figure and a beautiful figure. He had a pair of beautiful eyes. Without thinking, he kept pinching his fingers to deduce. A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he rushed to destroy France with his shield.
I felt extremely depressed. From now on, on the way to seek Buddhist scriptures, my disciples would eat meat and I would drink soup.
The taste of the wine is really ordinary, sweet and mellow, with a refreshing fragrance.
Qiantu Gu was shy and curious.
Zhu Biao explained...
Qin Ran said.
I can't help but be a little surprised, you must know that you are a saint.
Zhu Biao said calmly.
Qian Tu rolled his eyes at Qin Ran charmingly, and the charming charm he showed by chance made Qin Ran stunned.
During my journey to the West, I have seen so many male goblins, who are even half as good as that man.
That beauty is none other than Nan Wa.
It was originally a dead end, but after I made some adjustments, it turned into a completely different situation.
Before finishing the drink, the former soldier showed an expression of unsatisfied taste and burped with enthusiasm.
“Ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton!”
That moment made my eyes light up and my heart was shaking. It was E.
Fortunately, he didn't show it, but ten lives are enough to lose.
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Qin Ran shook his head and said, even the Taiyi Golden Immortal could handle the wine brewed from the Chaos Spirit Fruit, let alone a mere mortal like Young Master Qin.
Qiantu smiled and said: "I guess that person is not Jin Chanzi, a disciple of Buddhism."
"No need for courtesy!"
"It's wrong, it's me." Qin Ran nodded.
"That is Empress Ping Xin from the underworld. I suspect she must have heard of it."
"Empress Pingxin?"
I would like to ask the second question: that fruit wine is too bad. You didn’t drink enough just now.
As an ancestral witch, you have survived for hundreds of millions of years. Have you ever drank some magical wine before? Do you believe that wine is nothing ordinary?
Qiantu frowned, although he ignored his words, but the grapes didn't taste like that. Anyway, when you drank, you didn't associate the smell of wine with the grapes at all.
There is definitely no one, not even a saint, who would treasure it as a treasure.
However, before smelling the strong aroma of wine, Qiantu was immediately attracted, and his greed was aroused, and he couldn't help but take two sips.
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Qin Ran became a saint from the human race the day before yesterday. In terms of age, he is just a big boy compared to our old saints.
And you yourself care a lot about eating and drinking.
Wanshou Mountain, Qizhuang Temple.
I saw Qin Ran sitting with a man in white, talking, laughing and drinking with each other.
Qin Ran said.
Qin Ran picked up the porcelain cup,
But the former soil happened to be there, so he returned with great success.
Zhu Biaolin shivered and made a Buddhist salute.
Not only am I knowledgeable, but I have also heard of Empress Pingxin's nickname.
Unexpectedly, the two Western Saints plotted against each other to merge Western religion and Buddhism into one body, and to replace many ministers with the wrong Buddha.
But seeing the intimate gesture between Zhu Biao and the man made me feel cold again.
Only now do you understand what Qin Ran means by enjoying life.
"Please, let him tell you."
"This wine is called wine." "Wine?"
"He can still make wine?"
Half an hour later, Qiantu drank all the wine in the eight small flasks in one gulp.
"Can you even tell me?"
The former soil ninja stopped and shouted, compared with this wine, the fairy brews you will drink in the future are just like boiled water.
Recalling that he had bad thoughts just now, Mr. Qin felt frightened in his heart.
I can't blame you for that, it's really because the wine was so bad.
Who would be like me and do the prodigal thing of brewing Chaos Spirit Fruit into fruit wine?
Qiantu gave me an angry look and said that he believed those words.
Both are saints. Before they reshaped the true form of the ancestral witches and broke through the shackles of the tunnel, their strength was even deeper and measurable. It was very difficult to deduce the other's deeds.