Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

But unexpectedly, the last thing happened.

Fan Heng's tone was somewhat dejected as he spoke of this: "I'm from Fanyin City. I've loved cooking since I was young, and I'm quite famous back home. I heard that Baiwei City is the source of all the delicious food in the world, so I was drawn to it and moved here over two years ago."

"For two years, I kept tweaking the recipe and competed month after month, but somehow, I always ended up in last place."

Fan Heng looked at the thick soup cooking in the small pot, then turned to Shen Jin who was drinking the soup.

After she finished drinking, he spoke: "We just met by chance, and I consider you a friend. Just give me a true evaluation."

Shen Jin put down the bowl and asked, "What do people who have tasted your soup think of it?"

Fan Heng's brows flashed with depression, and his cheeks flushed slightly: "They said..."

"Even hot pot water is more refined than this soup. I'm disgusted just by smelling it, let alone consuming it."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the remaining height in Shen Jin's bowl. Although he didn't drink much, he did drink some. He wondered what kind of evaluation he would get.

He pretended to be calm and waved his hands: "Don't worry, just tell me the truth. I have received a lot of bad comments and insults..."

Shen Jin saw the wrinkled robe and said, "It tastes great."

"..."

"What did you say?!"

Fan Heng was so surprised that he was stunned for a second before reacting and almost spilled his soup.

"Delicious."

Shen Jin nodded: "I once saw the sun rise on a barren mountain covered with snow."

This was the image that Fan Heng's bowl of spiritual soup gave her.

Fan Heng held Shen Jin's hand, tears welling up in his eyes. He would not doubt the truth of this evaluation!

Because this was his past.

How can there be eternal peace and happiness in the city? If there is true happiness, why do we need to ask Buddha for protection?

Anyway, he was about to freeze to death in the mountains.

At that time, someone gave him a bowl of hot soup, took him to see the sunrise, and carried him down the mountain.

The mountain road was too long, and he fainted on the man's back. When he woke up again, he was in Fanyin City.

"Thanks……"

Fan Heng held Shen Jin's hand tightly and uttered only two words with trembling voice.

"You're welcome. If you meet a man named Fang Cun later, invite him for a bowl of soup. Say it was requested by a man named Shen Jin."

"Write this down!"

Shen Jin left the last stall, number 999, and continued forward. She was now curious about what kind of food the stall owner ranked first would make.

The Golden Lotus Pendant in her hand was indeed of a low rank. Those ranked below 800 could still get food, but the stall owners above 800 were reluctant to give her any...

Shen Jin's food tasting was forced to end.

However, if she were to judge, at least the last 200 dishes were no match for Fan Heng's soup. The spiritual energy in the food was becoming increasingly weak, let alone the spiritual energy that could be expressed in the painting.

The further you go, the more crowded the crowd becomes. Even with some separation, you can still see overlapping figures.

Shen Jin also took the opportunity to see the appearance of high-level golden lotus.

The golden lotus pendant in her hand had three white petals. Even high-grade pendants were easily outclassed by the sheer number of petals.

She even saw a nine-petaled golden lotus, and after showing the pendant, the people around him cleared the way for him in a arrogant manner.

When the pendant was taken out, the golden light effect appeared. It was like the top brother in the live broadcast room had made a grand entrance.

No wonder Fan Heng initially disliked her three-petal lotus so much.

Shen Jin had no intention of pretending to be a lotus and trying to get some free food. She had no connection with the Buddhist sect here, so being able to get three petals for free was enough for her. If she tried to cheat again, she would be at a disadvantage.

However, what kind of lotus pendant will Fangcun have?

Some people look simple and calm, but in fact, when they take out the pendant, they are almost broken.

Fang Cun naturally obtained the highest grade of Golden Lotus. Ten layers of petals overlapped, gleaming brightly under the halo.

He thought of Shen Jin's instructions, and for the purpose of investigation, he also chose to enter the Lingtai.

But unlike Shen Jin who chose the last one, his purpose was quite clear and he walked straight to stall No. 367.

He stood outside the stall for a long time, waiting until the crowds thinned out before going in.

He examined the stall owner's aged face, comparing it to the skull before speaking: "Does your family have any girls under ten years old?"

Lu Ren paused while scooping the food and said unhappily, "Is that something you can find out?"

Fang Cun pointed at the small bowl and said, "Give me one." Then he took out his pendant.

Clang, that's the sound of an iron spoon falling to the ground.

Lu Ren knelt down on the ground and said, "I didn't know that the holy monk of the Buddhist sect was here in person. I am sorry for any offense. I hope you will forgive me."

Fang Cun didn't want to get involved. He simply pulled the old man up. However, this had already attracted the attention of others.

"Look, that person is the Ten-petal Golden Lotus, a holy monk of the Buddhist sect!"

How can the ethereal Buddha statue be as effective as the real holy monk?

They immediately knelt down and kept muttering: "Holy monk, please have mercy on my family..."

"Please bless the holy monk..."

Fang Cun pursed his lips. The current situation was clearly beyond his expectations. He blamed himself for being too impulsive and not conducting a thorough investigation, which led to this situation.

Just as he was making hand gestures and preparing to bless this group of people, his wrist was grabbed.

Looking in the direction of the hand, I saw Shen Jin's teasing face.

……

Fang Cun felt embarrassed for the first time.

Shen Jin said: "No problem."

Then the breeze enveloped them, and everyone stood up from the ground as if they had forgotten.

Amitabha, the sounds rise and fall.

Shen Jin led his men to an open area and released his hand: "The holy monk is quite grand."

Fang Cun saluted her and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Shen, for your help."

When it comes to quietness, Fan Heng's place is the best. It's so quiet that any passerby would turn around and walk away.

"Stand here and don't move. I'll help you get a bowl of soup."

"Thank you."

Fang Cun didn't ask the reason, but found a flat ground nearby to sit cross-legged and meditate.

When Shen Jin appeared with the bowl, he opened his eyes and took it.

Shen Jin said: "How does it taste?"

Fang Cun naturally drank it directly, and after taking a sip he said, "Not bad."

"What do you think?"

He closed his eyes, as if savoring the memory: "The sun shines on the golden mountain."

So, it shouldn’t be that the indigenous people here have special taste buds, they can clearly taste the magical food.

"How about me?"

Fang Cun answered seriously: "It is worse than that. It is like a flower in a mirror and being there in person."

You can also taste the difference in spiritual energy. In theory, the more spiritual energy there is, the more delicious the spiritual food will be. This is true for her and Fang Cun, so why not for the diners here?

Even if you don't like to eat it, it won't become rotten and become hot pot water.

Shen Jin noted his doubts: "What about you? Why is there such a commotion over there?"

Fang Cun took out his pendant and said, "I was careless for a moment and fell into its trap."

The pendant lay in his palm, golden light flowing, as if blooming.

Shen Jin very naturally took out his humble three-petal lotus and placed them side by side: "Tsk, the holy monk is indeed devoted to Buddhism."

Fang Cun's fingertips moved slightly, covering his pendant. The golden light was suppressed, and the exquisite ten-petal lotus lost its brilliance and became ordinary.

Shen Jin joked: "You are so cruel to destroy flowers, holy monk."

"The golden lotus should be born from the heart. For those who are pure and kind, the golden light will be more brilliant and the petals will be more numerous. The judgment here is wrong."

"You don't need to mind."

Shen Jin raised an eyebrow: "Haven't you ever thought that I'm not a good person?"

"you are not."

Fang Cun's voice took a long time to sound.

"You and I may walk different paths, but in our hearts, we share the same goal."