Seeing that the old lady had a golden mouth, everyone didn't say much. Although Qian Yuanwai was rich, he was a filial son. He heard my mother's words and apologized to the guests with the same seat, and then spoke to Zhong Qi who was standing outside the door: "I don't have to see what Taoists said just now, so I also asked Taoists to sit in."

A few maids packed up the tables and stools and welcomed Zhong Qi. Just as they were about to arrange a seat, Zhong Qi waved his hand and waved his maid away. He walked to the center of the lobby with a puzzled look. He whisked and bowed to the old lady and said, "Thank you for your kindness, and you will be kind and rewarded. The old lady is kind-hearted and will definitely have good results and will have long life."

"The Taoist sayings are so strong that he dare not praise him for being kind. But he only eats vegetarian food and does not eat meat and fish, and chants Buddha's name and ceremonies and keeps chanting..." The old lady Qian smiled and replied with a smile when she heard this, then pointed to another table and said to Zhong Qi: "These are elders of Puji Temple. If you ask Taoists to sit here, they are all monks, so it's easy to communicate."

Zhong Qi turned his head and saw that the table was full of sausages. Three monks were sitting, two little monks in brown clothes and one old monk with white beards. When the three men saw Zhong Qi coming, their expressions were different. The old monk had no expression on his face and nodded slightly. The two little monks looked contemptuous and turned their heads without saying a word.

As the guests gathered their eyes, Zhong Qi smiled indifferently and said to everyone, "It was Lang Guan'er who reported the mistake just now. The birthday gift I gave was a picture of a fruit offering of the immortal ape, worth tens of thousands of gold..."

After saying that, he ignored the gentleman's tribute, and looked at the man who sang the tribute. He waved his hand and found a maid and whispered a few words. The maid took the scroll and handed it to Zhong Qi. Zhong Qi swung the whisk and spread the scroll and said, "I have been practicing in Wushan for many years, and have a little Taoism. Congratulations to the old lady on her birthday."

When everyone looked at it, there was a picture of a fairy ape offering fruits, which were given four fruits such as hazelnuts, pine nuts, polygonatum, and salvia miltiorrhiza. Taoist practiced fasting in the mountains, so he often ate these four fruits, which were called the four fruits of longevity. The meaning was good, but the ink traces of the painting were clear and wet, which was not an antique, but the painting skills were poor, but it was just written by a scholar from a scholar in the village.

Seeing that everyone was confused, Zhong Qi smiled and said to the servants around him, "Come here with the pot and the charcoal."

The guests at the banquet were silent, but they heard Zhong Qi want to show their Taoism, and they all looked at each other. The middle-aged man in Huang Yuanwai's seat and the silk-clothed man who was sitting on the head became interested. Without waiting for Huang Yuanwai to speak, he said first, "According to what Taoists say, get a charcoal basin and an iron pot."

Suddenly, the charcoal basin was delivered. On the iron pot stand, Zhong Qi was going to pour clean water into the pot, nodded and smiled at the guests around him, pulled out the sword and cut the painting into thin strips in public. After collecting the sword, Zhong Qi threw the thin strips of paper into the pot and simmered them with chopsticks.

As the guests were watching the crowd, Zhong Qi made a gesture and chanted the mantra, stirred it with chopsticks twice, and the paper slips turned into a soft pot of noodles.

The noodles were as thin as cotton thread, snow-white and clean. As the water in the pot boiled, Zhong Qi took a colander and shook the noodles, put them in a bowl and handed them to the maid next to him. He laughed in the stunned eyes of everyone:

"I said that Mr. Li wrote the wrong writing. The birthday gift I gave was a bowl of longevity noodles. After eating a bowl of my noodles, my blessings will increase my life..."

The guests were stunned, and the three monks almost broke their beards. Qian Man's table looked shocked. Even the middle-aged man in silk clothes couldn't help but stand up and watch the bowl of fragrant noodles in the maid's hand, with his eyes burning.

Zhong Qi waved his hand with a smile, and the maid brought the noodles to the old lady. The old lady, who had always refused to eat after noon, also looked at the noodles with shock. She picked up the chopsticks and ate them. She felt the fragrance of her lips and teeth, and quickly swallowed them. Finally, she even drank the noodle soup clean and praised it, "It smells so fragrant, thank you for the immortals."

The middle-aged man in silk clothes stood up and left the table and walked to Zhong Qi, bowing respectfully, "I dare to ask the immortal, what is the name of this method..."

"The Taoist priest is a true god..."

"This is a magic trick, definitely not a trick. I have been watching it tightly. This Taoist priest is definitely not ordinary..." The guests whispered to each other.

Qian Yuanwai also came over and bowed and said, "Please forgive the old man before, but he did not recognize the immortal elder. If he was negligent, please forgive the sin. I dare to ask the immortal elder what advice he has..."

"This method is called transporting art, secrets of immortals, and transporting objects. Just now, it was just moving away paper paintings and condemning the gods to transport a bowl of noodles from the imperial kitchen in the palace thousands of miles away, which is not worthy of praise."

Seeing that the middle-aged man in silk clothes came out to support the role, Zhong Qi couldn't help but say modestly, and then bowed to Qian Yuanwai and the guests, and said slowly: "I have admired Taoism since I was a child. I became a monk at the Wushan General Temple. I have obtained the secret teachings of the Demon-Subduing General. I have practiced for decades and achieved some success. This time, I came here to celebrate the birthday of the old lady, and I also wanted to convert some Dharma money to all believers and repair the golden body of the Demon-Subduing General..."

The middle-aged man in silk clothes was thinking, staring at Zhong Qi with a bright look. Qian Man showed a sudden enlightenment outside and bowed devoutly, saying, "The old man has been a family tradition for several generations. He ate vegetarianism and chanted Buddha's name, but he did not see the Buddha appear. Now he has come to the immortals. It is really a blessing for the whole family. He should offer the incense of Shancai..."

When the three monks heard this, their faces were not distorted. The old monk whispered a few words to the monk. The young monk in brown stood up and shouted, "This poor Taoist is just a trick. What kind of immortal is there? Don't take it seriously..."

"Rareless, don't talk nonsense, sit down..." Before everyone could speak, the old monk shouted again and came out to sing and said with a blushing face.

Zhong Qi smiled slightly when he heard this. Regardless of the expressions of everyone around him, he took an empty bowl from the mat and poured the soil from the flower pot in the hall into the bowl. It was filled with stuff. Seeing that everyone around him was confused, Zhong Qi smiled and said, "I have another Taoist Technique, called it: Flowers bloom in a moment, this time it will be a good place for everyone to play with them, and also have fun."

When they heard that there was a magical magic, the guests stood up and left the seat to watch. The old lady and the three monks also surrounded the crowd, as if they were watching and performing their skills. In the eyes of everyone's expectation, Zhong Qi's maids went to make a bowl of boiling water.

He asked the servant to go to the pond in the yard to pick a lotus seed. Soon, the lotus seeds and water were already in full bloom. Zhong Qi took the lotus seeds, buried them in the soil, put down the whisk, took out the paper and pen to control the sand, and wrote a talisman, and the talisman paper ignited itself in a flash, causing another burst of exclamation.

Under everyone's eyes, Zhong Qi burned the talisman paper into the soil in the bowl, turned into ashes and mixed it into boiling water, and then poured the water evenly into the bowl where the lotus seeds were buried. The whisk smiled at everyone, closed his eyes and recited the spell.

After counting breaths, Zhong Qi opened his eyes, twisted his fingers, whispered, and said, "Ah... I won't open it now, when will I wait..."

Then, a young bud quickly broke out into the ground in a shocked gaze. In just a cup of tea, a stem about one foot tall grew. The young bud slowly stretched out and turned into three large lotus leaves, blooming with a bright and beautiful ray of rays.

Among the three lotus leaves, a bud is slowly blooming, as if it is slow, it is fast. In a blink of an eye, the petals are blooming. A ninth-grade lotus radiates a wave of rays of light in the sun, and the water droplets ripples, and the rainbows float like auspicious mist.

Everyone in the hall was shocked, and they felt that the world had changed and the Taoist had been classified as a moment. They couldn't help but touch it with their hands and looked at it with their eyes, and they were sure that this was not a dream again.

For a moment, everyone was fascinated and thoughtful, and some even realized the truth on the spot. The middle-aged man in silk clothes said blankly to himself: "Is the meaning of an immortal is that the world changes, but it's fleeting, and the years are just a blink of an eye... Then what's the use of me if I want fame and fortune..."

Zhong Qi just smiled deeply. When everyone in the hall heard the words of the middle-aged man in Brocade, they all realized something. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed, the middle-aged man in Brocade, the three monks, the Qian Man, the nobles, the same as those of all the nobles, the old lady and the maids and servants, kowtowed and prayed, and thanked the immortal for his enlightenment.

With a wave of the whisk, he flipped over the air and jumped over everyone. Zhong Qi walked out of the door, knelt on the ground and kowtowed in the court and said with a faint smile, "Get up, don't be too polite, I'll go, don't forget the incense money that Qian Manwai promised..."

Everyone got up, and Zhong Qi walked out of the lobby door, stood under a rockery, bowed to everyone who was watching him, twisted his decision, turned around, and stepped on the fight, and everyone saw a cloud of smoke rising.

After a moment, Zhong Qi's figure dissipated with the misty clouds and smoke, and only a song of poetry came:

He once responded to three hundred kalpas on earth and was in the Immortal Palace for another 60 years.

The sword on his back is purple lightning, and the elixir flames in the furnace are filled with smoke.

I rode a white deer across the blue sea and then crossed the green cow into the cave.

In the chat scenes such as small tricks, no one knows that I am a true immortal.

Inspectionman Wang sighed, "This is the Taoist, the True Immortal Family..."

"Yes, I don't know how many lifetimes the Qian family has cultivated, so that this immortal family can come and pass through..." Liu Yuanwai also agreed.

The little novice monk asked the old monk with a longing look on his face, "Master, are there really immortals in this world?"
Chapter completed!