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Chapter 40
Tongtian Temple is located in the western part of the Qinling Mountains. The two arrived here before nightfall and changed into ordinary clothes.

The richest man landed more than thirty feet away from the Taoist temple with his generals: "Yingying, look, this Tongtian Temple is surrounded by restrictions placed by the old Taoist Jiuwen during his lifetime. Every plant and tree has its own mystery. It will start immediately."

"Senior brother Yuanying talisman can be unraveled in an instant, and the old Taoist Jiuwen is no more than the fifth level of Jindan, so it must be no problem."

"You...I'll tell you about this later. The restriction of the Tongtian Temple is different from the talisman. It has a key of 'communication of mind', which is on the current Taoist Tongfeng."

"Taoist of Gout? Brother, didn't you say that there are no monks in Tongtian Temple now..." Jiang Ying looked puzzled, but he suddenly figured it out. "Oh, as long as the monks are approved by the Taoist of Gout, they can enter the Taoist temple safely, right?"

"First, it's called 'Tongfeng', and second, you're right."

"Then come on!" Jiang Ying unbuttoned her hair and tossed it, "Senior brother asked me to come, as expected I still need my beauty."

The richest man blushed when he saw her radiating, and turned blue again when he heard her speak: "You have a fart beauty! If I want a woman, I won't go to the city to find an oiran?"

I saw the richest man taking out the oven, grill, fruit charcoal, green vegetables, potatoes, peppers, oil, beans, salt, and various seasonings from the ring in sequence...

"Then let me do it..." After seeing these things, Jiang Ying understood.

"To grab a person's heart, you must first grab his stomach??"

The richest man patted her on the shoulder appreciatively: "As expected of my most valued junior sister, this Taoist Tongfeng, whose hometown is in the easternmost city of Jimo, was a foodie before entering Taoism, and loves fish, shrimp and wine the most."

"Then he has gout." Jiang Ying nodded thoughtfully.

"I heard that Jiuwen Old Taoist allowed him to enter the Tao according to the rule of abstaining from alcohol and meat. It's not easy for us cultivators to lure him to break the precept. Others don't know, but I know that you often bake vegetables. Isn't this useful?"

Avoid alcohol and meat?When did the Taoist sect have such a rule?Jiuwen old man must have seen that he has gout! ——Jiang Ying thought so.

Staring at the "barbecue set" in front of him, Jiang Ying always felt that something was missing.

"Senior brother wait a moment, I'll go find something." Bi Jiangying said, without looking back, he plunged into the broad-leaved forest in the remaining veins of the Qinling Mountains.

"The air needs to be circulated, the light needs to be sufficient, and diffuse reflection is the best." Jiang Ying flew into the air to find an area with moderate foliage.

Locking on several hilltops, Jiang Ying landed on a hilltop and stretched out his hand to feel it: "The temperature is more suitable between 22 and 27 degrees. It's too cold here, so I have to go to the mountainside."

The temperature on the mountainside was satisfactory, so she squatted down on the ground to touch the tree trunks and soil: "It's windy here, and the air humidity can reach 60%."

She came to the col, carefully felt the changes in humidity, and after confirming that it was correct, she suddenly squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil to smell it, and then changed the place, and finally stopped at the back of the mountain, in front of a forest that had been washed away by heavy rain .

"Slightly acidic soil, rich culture medium. It's perfect!" Jiang Ying lifted up the corner of her robe excitedly, searching for something in this perfect humus base.

"Eighth senior brother, turn on the charcoal and boil the water!" An hour later, Jiang Ying appeared in front of the richest man with a bag of mushrooms in his robe, and water was still in the lotus leaf behind him.

The richest man kept his hand on the side, took out a casserole from the ring, and lit the charcoal with spiritual power.While asking: "This is what you are looking for, a bag of fat mushrooms?"

Jiang Ying threw the shiitake mushrooms into the casserole one by one: "Eighth Senior Brother, you can please, this gout Taoist is used to eating seafood, and he has been taboo for a long time, so it is impossible to resist the temptation of monosodium glutamate!"

"What the hell?"

"Mushroom Soy Sauce!"

Back then, a group of their college classmates had played with everything from soy sauce to coffee in the laboratory!It's a pity that the beaker and filtration purification system in the sea of ​​consciousness can't be taken out, otherwise she can get rich with this stuff!
The mushroom water in the pot boiled, and Jiang Ying added salt, pepper, Chinese prickly ash, and ginger to the water while pressurizing the water with spiritual power.During the whole process, carefully wrap the soup with spiritual power. If the spiritual power is added to the casserole, it will fry the pot in minutes!
Jiang Ying withdrew his spiritual power when the soup turned yellowish brown. The soup boiled in the casserole and the fire collected the juice.

The moment the spiritual power was withdrawn, a burst of strong umami burst out.

"Hey, is this mushroom soy sauce?" The richest man's eyes glowed green: "This is too delicious!"

"There are even more delicious ones!" Jiang Ying turned on the charcoal and turned on the oven. The green vegetables were cut open with spiritual power, passed a piece in the soybean oil, and quickly put them on the grill. The oil dripped onto the charcoal fire, and sparks burst out from time to time. The aroma of vegetables permeated the air.

Jiang Ying stared at the grilled dishes with good eyes, and pouted towards Tongtian Temple: "Senior Brother Eight, go pick some broad leaves and fan the wind there!" At the same time, he sprinkled salt and cumin on the baking tray.The scent of cumin that leaked onto the charcoal fire unreasonably spread, adding a bit of wildness to this pre-viewing barbecue.

Seeing that the vegetables on the baking tray were a bit dry, Jiang Ying timely introduced soy sauce and evenly dropped it on the baking tray, the monosodium glutamate directly vaporized by the high temperature gave off a deadly aroma.I dare not say that the fragrance is ten miles away, at least there is no problem in capturing the Tongtian Temple in front of me.

Finally, the charcoal fire and aroma in the night "knocked open" the door of Tongtian Temple under the "flaming" of the two brothers and sisters.

A Taoist priest with a bigger belly than Zhuang Haiping stood at the door and blocked the whole door tightly. He shouted at Jiang Ying and the richest man:
"Who is cooking before I reach the sky?"

Seeing the door open, Jiang Ying turned to look at the richest man: "Is that him?"

The richest man was full of excitement: "With a belly as big as a vat, he is Taoist Tongfeng!"

"Hey!" Jiang Ying skewered two pieces of baked potatoes, "It's hard to walk at night, so I bought some food to fill my stomach, and I accidentally baked too much! Don't blame the Taoist!"

Taoist Tongfeng smelled the delicious smell in the air, swallowed his saliva, turned to the little apprentice and said, "It's late at night, people outside are disturbing my rest in the temple, I will drive them away as a teacher, you go back!" Let it go, and ran into the night smelling the smell in three steps and two steps.

"Quick! Brother Eighth, put away the soy sauce!" Seeing Taoist Tongfeng's fat body, he ran unexpectedly fast!Jiang Ying hurriedly asked the richest man to collect the remaining soy sauce in the casserole.

When catching big fish, you should not cast too much bait.

When Taoist Tongfeng ran up to him, Jiang Ying was holding a bunch of peppers on his left and right, a bunch of green vegetables in his right hand, and was chewing potatoes.Very busy.

Jiang Ying swallowed the potatoes, and seeing Taoist Tongfeng followed her and swallowed his saliva, Jiang Ying said embarrassedly: "This Taoist priest, is it too smelly? !” The gesture was about to clean up.

"Hey, wait a minute, this waste is a violation of the precepts. If you can't afford it, it's hard for me to help you."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the two to respond, Taoist Tongfeng sat on the ground, went up with bare hands, and the wind swept through the clouds.

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　　No prize quiz: Does Taoist Tongfeng suffer from gout?
　　
　
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