Chapter 220: Fireworks in the Mountains, Hunger in the Temple
Since drinking the Guanghan Feixian Wine, Fatty Kang and Lord Xiang have made substantial progress in their cultivation, though not overnight. It's not comparable to Gong Mengbi's advancement from seventh rank to sixth rank, but at least they've gained some luck in spiritual cultivation.
Unfortunately, Guanghan Feixian Wine cannot make people travel to the Moon Palace every time. Generally speaking, the first time is most likely to be successful. If it fails the first time, most people can only experience the mystery of traveling outside the body and being blessed by the bright moon.
However, it is not absolute. For example, if one has achieved success in cultivation and has a perfect spirit, it is not impossible for one to fly to the Moon Palace and see it with the guidance of the fairy wine, just like Gong Mengbi took the travel path to Tianhu Courtyard.
Fatty Kang and Xiangjun brought the monster and the ghost and quickly returned to Longpan Mountain and arrived at Shouyue Tower.
Gong Mengbi had been waiting for a long time. All the foxes, big and small, from Ruyun Peak, as well as the nearby demons, fairies and ghosts had gathered together.
Fatty Kang and Xiao Yi'er were busy as hell, with a group of little foxes helping them. Gong Mengbi, on the other hand, was outside greeting friends with flowers, wine, poems, and tea.
Flowers, wine, poetry and tea are the essence of Grandma Shi. She speaks very pleasantly and is very versatile, which makes people happy.
Gong Mengbi looked at his friends' recent situation.
The ninth level of Sparrow Immortal, the road of cultivation is still very long.
Wang Xiang seemed to have gotten an opportunity. He had a subtle aura of the Water God on his body and had reached the eighth level, which was apparently the same level as the Golden Toad.
The Golden Toad didn't seem to have made any progress, but Gong Mengbi discovered that he just didn't want to transform into a human. He should have reached the seventh level, but didn't show it.
The Red Feathered Serpent could have reached the seventh rank long ago, but after being plotted against by the Mountain King, it never quite made it. Now, however, it has finally completed its foundation, cultivating the intricate aura of water and fire, and sprouting two small horns, one black and one red, from its forehead. The scales on its neck have shrunk, but the horns on its forehead remain. While the dragon aspect is difficult to retract, it's not a big deal; it's truly a seventh rank.
The three sisters of Meirenling have not changed much. Qiongfang and Zhiruo have become more ghostly. Only Jiaying looks more like a living person because she wears the jade given by Yuhe.
The big foxes chatted while the little foxes performed some magic tricks to amuse themselves. Because their magic powers were limited, there were often a lot of jokes, but no one blamed them. Instead, they comforted them.
The three sisters laughed so hard that they were shaking with laughter, and their mood was aroused.
They drank some light wine to cool off, and ate some snacks to relax. When the mood struck, the three sisters would perform together, singing and dancing to accompany the performance.
Gong Mengbi then remembered that he still had a zither, so he went into the building to get it, tried out the tone, and then joined the ensemble.
Last time, Gong Mengbi got a piece of good wood from the treasure house of Tianhu Courtyard, and he carved it into a zither. He used the silk with gold beads given by Granny Shi as the bowstring. When it was plucked, the sound was clear and mellow, which was a kind of thing to express emotions and nourish the heart.
Gong Mengbi would practice the piano whenever he had some free time, but he had been so busy recently that he hadn't had time to delve into it. Fortunately, practitioners have coordinated limbs, so there weren't any technical difficulties. Although he hadn't yet achieved enlightenment, he had no problem playing.
The bird fairy is a natural singer and can join in the melody just by opening her mouth.
Wang Xiang clapped his hands until they turned red. He looked at Jin Chan and saw that he seemed to be somewhat interested, but when he noticed Wang Xiang's gaze, he quickly changed his expression to one of impatience.
The Red Feathered Snake sat beside Wang Xiang and made a face at him. The two of them understood each other and laughed in unison.
Zhu Zhengxin and Xiaoqian were almost at a loss as there were fairies, demons and ghosts at the banquet. Such a lively atmosphere was beyond their imagination.
Xiao Qian had previously been under the command of the Rakshasa Ghost Mother and had lived with the Rakshasa ghosts. They only discussed how to trick people into eating them. There was no such peace at all.
Zhu Zhengxin had been a human before, so he had never seen anything like this. Seeing how restrained they were, the little foxes approached them to talk and perform some magic tricks, like conjuring a flower from their large, furry tails.
This really eased their anxiety, they smiled and quickly integrated into the atmosphere.
Ghosts celebrate the New Year.
It has both the atmosphere of worldly life and the air of the mountains far away from the world.
Xiao Yi'er was so busy that he had no time to show off. He was always followed by a dozen little foxes, listening to his orders. Following his instructions, they shuttled between the front yard and the kitchen, each furry ball carrying a tray and saying in a shrill voice, "This is assorted tofu. Please enjoy."
"Senior Gong, Senior Kang said we'll have three meat dishes, three vegetable dishes, three sweet dishes, and three soups before we're done. He asked if that's enough."
Gong Mengbi looked at the dishes on several tables and said, "That's enough. Please ask them to come to the table quickly and you can all go and eat."
There is no need to question Fatty Kang's cooking skills. Even Xiao Yier, after this period of training, can now make dishes that are both colorful and fragrant.
Several of the dishes were prepared by Xiao Yi'er, and they all tasted quite good, though lacking a certain subtlety compared to his master's. The source of this subtlety lay in the path of cultivation. It was also the secret of the harmony of yin and yang, the perfect balance of all things.
Ordinary people may not be able to taste the difference, but if they were blindfolded and asked to choose, they would definitely not make the wrong choice.
For a Yokai, time spent cultivating alone far outweighs time spent on outings and visiting friends. This year-end gathering is already a rare joy.
On New Year’s Eve, every household prepares a sumptuous dinner, worships gods and ancestors, and the family gathers together, creating a joyful atmosphere everywhere.
Zhao Siqi took shelter in a dilapidated temple in the mountains. He made his bed with dry straw, dusted off the statue of the god, and barely set up the altar. He had no offerings to make, so he cut three pine branches and lit them as incense.
He looked at the four characters "Qingshan King" written on the statue and said with a smile, "You have no one to worship you, and I have nowhere to stay. I will lend you my precious land and return you three sticks of incense. Please forgive me for disturbing you."
The King of Green Mountain remained silent. I wonder if there was still any spirit in him, or if this was a clay statue.
Zhao Siqi didn't care. After six months of wandering, he had learned not to care too much. No matter good or evil, no matter likes or dislikes, he was just a passerby.
Looking at the curling smoke from the cooking fires at the foot of the mountain, the world is filled with joy.
Zhao Siqi was lost in thought. His stomach growled, but there was no more food to fill his stomach.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep. The world is vast in your dreams." Zhao Siqi closed his eyes, crawled into the nest made of hay, curled up into a ball, and his breathing gradually became steady.
Wait until the night is deep.
Zhao Siqi was suddenly awakened by a whiff of fragrance. He opened his eyes and saw an immortal in a red cloak standing in the Qingshan King Temple, looking at the statue, wondering what he was thinking.
Zhao Siqi cried out in disbelief, "Fox Fairy."
Gong Mengbi looked at his weathered face and sighed, "You've suffered so much."
Just one sentence, but Zhao Siqi couldn't help but tears welled up in his eyes, and said: "I didn't expect you to come to see me."
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