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When those female cultivators from the Yao Chi Holy Land came up before.
She did not let these female practitioners give her a massage, not because she couldn't bear the current situation of the disciples of Yao Chi Holy Land, but because she was afraid of being exposed.
Many of these female monks are familiar faces.
Even her personal maid.
These maids had served her for many years, and sometimes they could recognize her just by looking at some details. To be on the safe side, she did not let these female cultivators touch her, and at the same time, she felt contempt for the way those elders of the sect enjoyed themselves.
She used to be the master of Yao Chi Palace.
How could she not know that these nuns knew how to give massages?
Can you enjoy this little bit of technology?
It turns out that pigs have never eaten fine bran.
Virtue!
냫Yao Zhenren lies on the massage chair.
She didn't know how to start the massage chair, but it had been started before, and the mold on it was still squirming, so she just lay down on it.
With a little awkwardness and nervousness, Yao Zhenren lay down on it.
Suddenly, the feeling of the mold pressing on her back made her shiver.
She was so startled that she almost smashed the massage chair to pieces with her palm.
To be honest, I didn't feel good when I just lay down.
The feeling of the mold rolling on my back was very uncomfortable.
But as her body sank, she gradually lay upright.
She found that the molds were precisely aligned with her acupuncture points.
The uncomfortable feeling from before disappeared, the acupoints were massaged precisely, and soon I had the illusion of being massaged by a real person.
"This, this massage chair... is quite interesting!"
Master Yao took back his contempt.
She looked around and saw that the sect leaders and elders around her, regardless of their body shapes and heights, were enjoying it very much, except that the opening and closing angles of the chairs varied with their height and weight.
Apparently, no matter what body shape, the acupoints can be massaged.
That alone was enough to shock her.
After all, she was a Mahayana cultivator who had seen the world, and she immediately realized how exquisite and mysterious this small massage chair was.
At the same time, I also felt alert.
This Chen Jianzun is indeed quite capable.
"How is it, is it comfortable?"
The monk from the small sect who was squeezed in looked at Zhenren Yao eagerly.
"Normally." Master Yao was lying there happily, but he was very harsh in his words.
"I think you're here..."
The monk was not happy, but in the next moment he was met with the murderous gaze of Master Yao, so he had to shut his mouth, cursing in his heart.
He's just occupying the toilet without doing anything!
Chen Huaian saw what Master Yao did, but he did not intervene.
He is now going to take out the second good thing of the day.
"My fellow Taoists, today I will share with you another thing. It was discovered by my master when I was refining. Because it tastes wonderful and makes people happy after taking it, I named it "Music"!"
"녦樂? What a strange name."
"Is there anyone who has taken a drug that makes people happy? Is Chen Jianzun joking?"
"I didn't expect that Chen Jianzun is so talented in alchemy. I don't know what kind of woman can catch Chen Jianzun's eye~"
——These words were said by Patriarch Qingyun.
Taoist Qingxuan lowered his head and tried his best to ignore the strange looks around him.
Chen Huaian asked his disciples to distribute the music.
This time, not only the sect leader and elders had some, but also the independent cultivators who came to worship the sect had some. Everyone had a can of soda, except for Master Yao.
When the disciple walked up to Master Yao, he deliberately rolled his eyes and walked away.
That weird look made Master Yao's mouth twitch in anger.
"What the hell is this? You're still so happy. Do you really think you'd be interested in something like this?"
Master Yao snorted coldly.
She was also good at alchemy, and did not feel any spirituality from the cylindrical medicine called "Music". To put it bluntly, if there was no spirituality, what was the difference between it and the river water in the wild?
She thinks it's dirty even when she drinks it.
However, the monks who got the music were troubled by the cans.
Usually they were used to using kettles and medicine bottles, so at this moment they couldn't find where this "joyful" thing was.
"There are no cracks at the root, how can we eat it?"
Fa Dahai was holding a can of Le and pondering for a while.
Then he opened his mouth wide and stuffed half of the can into his mouth.
Then, "Crack!" A large amount of sweet liquor spurted out of the can, and the carbonic acid exploded on the tip of the tongue. The strange feeling made the old monk's eyes widen.
Tang Shan, who was standing next to him and had no time to speak, quickly asked the Zen master.
"Master Fa, how do you feel?"
Fahai chewed the can in his mouth carefully.
After swallowing the broken jar, he smacked his lips and said, "Wonderful! This is truly wonderful! I have never drunk such a strange medicine before!"
When I first put it in my mouth, I felt something explode in my mouth, followed by a refreshing and sweet feeling...
If there is a downside... well, the shell is too hard and it does hurt your teeth."
Fahai touched his stomach and felt bloated.
Then "Hiccup!"
A burp like thunder came out.
Tang Shan was hit by the burp first, and was completely dumbfounded. Then he became angry and pointed at the monk and cursed: "Fadahai, I respect you as a master because I respect you. How dare you humiliate me like this?!"
Fa Dahai patted his belly, shook his head and said, "Master Tang, don't get excited. This is a problem caused by the wine I drank. After drinking it, I felt my stomach was bloated, as if something was about to come out... burp! Just like this!"
He burped again, this time directed at Sword Sect leader Fu Hong.
Fu Hong had already cut off the skin of the can with a knife, and not a drop of the beer was spilled. He calmly picked up the beer and drank a sip.
Ru 껙 frowned at first, then his brows gradually relaxed, and he closed his eyes to feel it carefully.
Then he suddenly opened his eyes, tilted his head back and drank the water.
Fa Dahai was stunned: "So the metal shell on the surface can't be eaten... No wonder it hurts my teeth so much... Hiccup——!"
Seeing that Fa Dahai and Fu Hong had both drunk, Tang Shan took out a dagger and made a hole in the can, then started drinking in his own way.
He didn't believe what Fa Dahai said.
What causes burping and farting after drinking 녦乐?
"Hiss! What a smell!" As soon as he entered, he was perked up.
Normally he loved drinking, but he felt that the strong liquor he usually drank was not as refreshing as the impact brought by this instant joy.
He drank it in small gulps at first, then gulped it down. The feeling of the bubbles bursting spread from his throat to his stomach, making him feel refreshed from the inside out.
After finishing the whole can, he still felt unsatisfied.
"Wonderful! It's really wonderful!"
Tang Shan looked at the sword in his hand with great praise, then stared at Fahai with cold eyes.
"Master Fa, why didn't I do anything disrespectful?"
Fahai said nothing, but just pointed at Fu Hong, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.
Fu Hong's face gradually turned red, as if he was holding back something, but soon he couldn't hold it anymore.
"belch--!"
A thunder louder than Fahai's exploded beside Tang Shan's ears.
Then, like a chain reaction, all the monks who had drunk the wine started to burp in all directions.
The voice of the elder monk is like thunder, while the voice of the younger monk is like beating drums.
One after another, continuously.
Tang Shan looked around in astonishment, and found himself in the Toad Pond in an instant.
One second.
An irrepressible feeling suddenly rushed out from my stomach.
His mouth opened unconsciously.
"belch--!!!"
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