Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Nan Fuguang refused to admit that he was a coward for going down the mountain when something happened.

People in the mortal world don't bother to care about what happens in the world of immortals. They are unlikely to even go to the black market - use the common currency to exchange for five low-grade crystals at a high price (not equal ratio) - and subscribe to "Three Realms Gossip".

So what's wrong with her yearning for a pure land on earth where no one would gossip about her?

What's more, she has legitimate reasons. "I will get rich when I wake up from my dream" has been on the market for a few days. Now what is the market feedback? She has to investigate before she can come up with a greater invention. Isn't that right?

Nan Fuguang walked through the streets and alleys. Even though she was not wearing a hat to cover her face, the few people on the street would only glance at her casually because of the Yuntian Sect Taoist robe she was wearing and then look away. No one pointed at her and said: Look, this is Nan Fuguang, the pest who stole your love and hindered the growth of trees.

The brain thus got a short rest, and Nan Fuguang finally had time to relax and think about random things. She was considering whether to terminate the contract with Yan Ji'an. There were many specific reasons -

For example, people in the world of immortal cultivation do not agree with Yan Ji'an's freedom to develop a Taoist partner because of the life and death of the tree.
For example, Yan Ji'an was wavering on this matter.
For example, the appearance of Lu Sang was like a switch that opened a series of problems, as if he was sent by the heaven to oppose her. Just like today, when she might have touched the ceiling of cultivation, the other party solemnly announced that he had gone from the initial Qi Hai to the breakthrough of the middle stage of Qi Refining within three days of entering the sect...

Nan Fuguang felt extremely uncomfortable.

Regardless of whether it was out of jealousy or not, she didn't want to waste time on internal issues anymore. If she continued like this, she would become extremely entangled and develop wrinkles.

Just stay away from them, leave the Yuntian Sect, and go to a small sect that would only be ecstatic to get a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

Then everyone is happy.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. His unbridled thoughts were interrupted by a scream from the front. Nan Fuguang came to his senses and realized that he had accidentally walked to the market he had visited last time.

Oh, thanks to a certain pork stall, it has now been transformed from a market into a famous scenic spot.

……

The grand occasion of the past few days, with girl groups as the main force and huge crowds of people, has not changed, but what is different today is that they are not queuing up to wait for consumption, but standing in a circle, everyone has panic on their faces.

Nan Fuguang pushed through the crowd and looked inside, only to see several burly thugs holding rough tools such as mallets and shovels, standing in front of the pork stall and shouting arrogantly.

One of them was about the same height as Nan Fuguang, but with a face full of fat that looked like a square. He was shouting that he bought some pork and went home to make Dongpo pork for his 80-year-old mother. His mother died after eating the pork, and now he wanted justice!
As he spoke, he swung the sledgehammer in his hand fiercely at the pork stall.

The crude wooden signboard was swung to the ground and broke into two with a "snap", causing another burst of exclamations!
Nan Fuguang heard the tearful girl beside him whispering, "How unreasonable! That's Old Man Wang, the butcher at the end of the street. His parents died decades ago, so where does his mother come from? He's just looking for trouble because his business is being hampered!"

Nan Fuguang heard this and felt that the mortal world indeed had its own version of involution. She looked around with curiosity.

Finally she found the butcher himself in the shadows not far behind the pork stall.

Perhaps because the temperature was not that high in the morning, the butcher was dressed well today, in a light blue coarse cloth with a black belt tied casually around his waist. However, his tall and straight body, like an ancient tree, could not be covered by the clothes...

"You pretty boy!"

Old man Wang didn't notice that the person he was hysterically scolding had at least two things in common with the word "pretty boy".

His long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong and sturdy bronze arms. When he was called a "pretty boy", although there was not much extra expression on the man's face, for some reason one could read a hint of helplessness.

When Old Man Wang shouted "You have to compensate my mother" and forcibly grabbed the butcher knife that was on the chopping board, and failed to pull it up at the first try, the butcher's hand finally moved.

At the same time, Nan Fuguang moved her eyes away from the man's bony fingers, and then she took action -

A long white silk cloth flew out from the sleeve of the fairy sister from Yuntian Sect, and as if it had life, it flew towards Old Man Wang like a dragon!

The silk cloth swung around a few times and flexibly wrapped around the big man's wrist, which was still holding the butcher knife. He was startled and shuddered violently, turned his head, and looked into a pair of clean and bright black almond eyes.

With a slight lift of his hand and a fierce pull, the silk cloth with wood-type power was like the roots of a thousand-year-old banyan tree, easily lifting up Old Man Wang.

When they reached high altitude, Nan Fuguang suddenly withdrew the power he had injected, and the silk cloth loosened without any warning. Old Man Wang was thrown into the moat beside him like a swing!

There was a loud splashing sound of water.

"Ah, ah, you scared me!"
"It's a monk——"
"They are from the Yuntian Sect!"
"I never thought I could say this to the people in the cultivation world: It seems that they can sometimes really represent justice!"

Old man Wang was struggling to swim back in the water, looking so miserable. The group of accomplices he brought with him fled in panic amid the sound of his splashing water.

There was a buzz of discussion all around, accompanied by applause. Nan Fuguang was still a little dazed: it was really new that there were still people applauding her at this point.

The crowd dispersed around her.

When she was shrouded by a small shadow again, she raised her head with difficulty and realized that this scene seemed familiar.

Nan Fuguang narrowed her eyes slightly, and this time there was nothing stopping her from realizing that the man in front of her didn't just have short hair. He just shaved his hair very short at the temples and tied a small wolf's tail at the back of his head.

It was still as hot as a volcano, rolling over her. His broad shoulders blocked most of the dazzling sunlight. When she opened her eyes with difficulty, he said thank you to her in a very calm tone.

"You're welcome." Nan Fuguang said, "It's their bad luck that they happened to meet Sister Fairy who was in a bad mood today."

He didn't respond immediately.

They stared at each other in silence for a while.

The butcher suddenly asked, would you like to eat wontons?

……

As soon as I stepped over the threshold, I saw that there was indeed a wonton stall at the base of the wall behind the butcher's stall.

Nan Fuguang randomly chose a table and sat down. He was still a little confused. This guy's business was really broad. Has he ever thought that he wanted to make money from everything? Maybe the next person to smash his stall would be the wonton seller?

Of course she wasn't hungry. She sat at the table, tilting her head to watch the butcher washing his hands skillfully in clean water. He then picked up a piece of wonton wrapper that was not even as big as his palm, picked out the filling, and wrapped a wonton in a funny and flexible manner.

This probably means walking all the paths you can take, without caring whether others have no paths to take?

Nan Fuguang suddenly realized.

Otherwise, how come in recent years, that group of Buddhist practitioners have gradually risen from the side door to become a new force, and occasionally we can get some inspiration from their theories——

The Mahavibhasa Sutra and the Prajna Sutra teach people the Mahayana Bodhisattva Path, which is to benefit and save all living beings.
However, the Four Agamas teach people to achieve Arhatship, liberation and Nirvana through the "Four Boundaries" and the "Twelve Links of Dependent Origination", which means that before saving all sentient beings, one must first save oneself.

The law of everything in the world is that existence is reasonable.

The former did not call for the latter to be killed.

So why does she spend so much time thinking about the so-called "happy ending"?
How can this be considered a happy ending when she compromises and makes every concession to let the person who makes her unhappy get the ending she wants?
Yan Ji'an needs to be responsible for the progress of civilization in the Three Realms and Six Paths and has to have affairs with other women, so why can't Nan Fuguang keep a gigolo for her own happiness?
——Save me.

Save me! I am for the common people!
It was like a beam of holy light descending from the sky, and Nan Fuguang's entire soul was sublimated. She hurriedly checked her Qi Sea to see if there was any movement of the light shining through her to break through herself...
Of course, not surprisingly, nothing happened.

There was only a bowl of wontons in front of me.

Milky white lard is poured over the original soup and sprinkled with a handful of chopped green onions. The round wonton skin is filled with fresh fillings and is steaming hot.

Through the milky white hot steam, Nan Fuguang raised his head and looked at the butcher who was looking down at him calmly across the table.

"eat."

His low, magnetic voice was as concise as when he said "thank you".

Compared to the lofty Immortal Lord, being a butcher is really not a very respectable profession, but Nan Fuguang found that at this moment, her heart was calm and bright.

She really needs someone who is so emotionally stable that he wouldn't even blink an eye when the guy who was eating there got hit by something, to tell her what it means "Except yourself, everything is fleeting, life is short, please don't waste time on yourself."

She put down the spoon.

"Pig-killer."

The other party looked up at her, paused and saw that she had no intention of picking up her chopsticks, "You are totally not listening to what I am saying."

what?
What to listen to?
eat?
No hurries?
I'm not hungry.

"Are you marryable?"

"Not yet."

"Then have you ever considered having a long-cherished friendship with a young girl from the Taoist world?"

She asked without thinking.

……

There was a moment of dead silence.

Across the table, Nan Fuguang could sense that the butcher opposite him might have thought through all the possibilities of whether she was mentally ill during this silence.

He pursed his angular lips slightly, with that not-so-obvious gentle tone, and called her name.

Being called by his full name in a deep voice, the numbing feeling of something brushing the back of his neck came back to him, and Nan Fuguang almost lost his grip on the white porcelain spoon in his hand.

She blinked and said "hmm": "What? You know me?"

The butcher lowered his eyes and imitated her by saying "um", "Occasionally reading books or newspapers."

You can actually read?
This is a bit embarrassing.

Nan Fuguang threw the spoon in her hand. She felt embarrassed as if she had gone crazy under a disguise and then had her identity revealed. She silently covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath.

I was just about to say that what I just said was all just dream talk, so please forget it and let everything stay at such an ordinary and healthy part as "the fairy sister of Yuntian Sect saw injustice and drew her sword to help" -

The other person stretched out his long arm, picked up a small stool and stuffed it under his butt, then actually sat down opposite her in a somewhat aggrieved posture.

As if this matter is really worth discussing.

Nan Fuguang looked at him in shock through his fingers, wondering what was going on?
Did he see her great strength?
Or did he realize later that his shop had been ruined and noticed that anyone opening a business needed a strong backer?
Are you impressed by her beauty?
If you don’t take advantage of a bargain that comes right to your doorstep, you’d be a bastard!
"Eat."
The butcher tapped the wooden tabletop that was about to fall apart with his fingers and reminded again.

Originally, Nan Fuguang could have ignored his inexplicable obsession.

But in order to show that she did not collapse, she put down her hands that were covering her face, grabbed the white porcelain spoon that she had thrown away earlier, scooped a wonton and stuffed it into her mouth.
The wonton filling is obviously freshly slaughtered, and it is quite delicious when paired with shepherd's purse and water chestnuts.

When she was busy eating wontons, the butcher "supported his face with one hand and looked at her very seriously, as if he was thinking about something seriously.
After a moment, he did not ask her why she had such a wild idea, but said: "In "Three Realms Gossip", there is an immortal monarch——"

"Immortal Master Yunshang?"

"Oh yes."
The person who was speaking seemed to naturally lower his eyebrows, and his expression became perfunctory. "Those who cultivate immortality look down on mortals."

Ok?
Why are you telling me this?
Are we going to have a fight on the spot?
Nan Fuguang didn't understand.

Then I saw the other person's eyebrows raised again, and this time the atmosphere became like someone who had nothing better to do and was looking for trouble.

"If one day that immortal king blames me for this long-desired friendship, are you strong enough to protect me?"

"..."
Are you kidding me?
"No."

Upon hearing this, the butcher fell into a brief silence, then let out a long sigh.

……

After a moment.

Nan Fuguang stood outside the door, thinking angrily: What's wrong with this butcher? He has a pretty face but he can turn against me at any time. Why would he throw me out just because I'm honest enough? ! ! !

……

Nan Fuguang angrily kicked the wooden door that was closed to her behind her and took a step forward.

The summer fire above the head seems to be burning the sky. Summer is in the southern part of the Vermillion Bird Constellation. The seven constellations are in sync with the heart and convey life information.

Before Nan Fuguang could stand still, he felt a flash before his eyes, as if seven stars were twinkling before his eyes. The Well constellation was like a field, the Gui constellation passed by his ribs, the Liu constellation was like a willow branch, the light of the Zhang constellation was absorbed into his heart, and the Zhen constellation was like a car, guarding the center of the palace.
The stars are an extra ray of light that shines down from an unknown place, spreading out in a circular fan, and in an instant it is radiant.

At that moment, the eternal anger, resentment or anxiety in the heart seemed to transform into a stream of true energy around the heart, which was burned out by the true fire under the scorching sun.

The ashes turned into the essence of fire and were stored in the heart. Nan Fuguang was caught off guard and felt that his heart was connected to the Jiquan and Shaohai orifices, and a warm current passed through it.

A sacred and solemn piece of music exploded in my mind.

She entered the early stage of Golden Elixir.

(End of this chapter)