The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

17 Chapter 16: Almost Swallowed My Tongue
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Yang Ying turned around, her previously disappointed expression immediately became excited.

“Daoist priest Xuanqing!”

“Let’s go in and talk!” Xuanqing nodded slightly, although he was puzzled, but as it was raining heavily outside, it was not the place to talk.

…

They entered the house.

Yang Ying explained her purpose for coming to the Taoist temple.

“Daoist priest Xuanqing, last time I was saved by your talisman, I couldn’t sleep when I went back, so this time….”

Of course.

As for the origin of the fifty thousand yuan, she simply brushed over it and did not tell the truth, mainly for fear that the other party would not accept it.

By the end of the conversation.

Yang Ying opened her mountaineering bag and took out a pocket from it, and inside the pocket were five bundles of hundred-yuan bills.

“I hope the priest won’t dislike it, please accept it!”

Upon hearing this.

Xuanqing felt a warmth in his heart.

Although he didn’t expect anything in return, the fifty thousand yuan was of no use to him.

But he greatly appreciated the way she did things.

“I appreciate your kindness, but please take back the fifty thousand yuan. If I accept it, I’m afraid your wealth star will change and cause some trouble!”

Xuanqing shook his head with a smile.

Of course, since he had calculated fortune for the girl before, he knew that it was probably borrowed and would not accept the fifty thousand yuan.

“Daoist priest, I…” Yang Ying bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

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“That’s enough, let’s put this matter to rest. You wait here for a moment, I’m going to cook, you eat some too!”

After saying that.

Xuanqing did not wait for her answer and left the main hall, heading for the kitchen.

How could he not see through this girl’s thoughts, who wanted to repay his kindness, without considering the trouble that might arise after giving away the fifty thousand yuan.

…action

Meanwhile.

Xuanqing arrived at the kitchen.

Just now, he had dug out three pieces of thunderstruck peach wood on the mountain, which had consumed a lot of physical strength and mana, and now he was very hungry.

With a thought.

A cloth bag appeared in his hand, filled with spiritual rice.

The spiritual rice in the cloth bag, including the seeds planted in the spiritual field of Black Wind Mountain, was all from Daoist Bai She.

As for that Black Bear Essence, it didn’t know how to cultivate and on weekdays relied on picking wild fruits or eating honey from the peach tree forest in Black Wind Mountain.

The Taoist temple didn’t have natural gas.

He lit the firewood.

After boiling the well water, he poured the spiritual rice from the jade bottle into it.

At first.

These spiritual rice grains were only the size of sesame seeds.

But as the water boiled, the sesame-sized spiritual rice began to expand, eventually becoming the size of corn kernels, with a plump and round shape.

A unique fresh fragrance filled the air.

…

Qingping Temple was not large.

The fragrance of the spiritual rice from the kitchen quickly spread throughout the house.

Yang Ying, who was playing with her phone, paused for a moment, then took a deep breath.

Suddenly.

Her whole body shuddered.

“It smells so good~”

This fragrance was not the traditional spicy, but an extremely unique flavor.

It was like a person who had been smelling car exhaust in a cement-filled city for decades and suddenly went to the deep mountains and forests to feel the breath of nature.

Yang Ying’s eyes were filled with curiosity.

What kind of dinner was Daoist priest Xuanqing making that was so fragrant?

Soon enough.

She would know the answer.

About ten minutes later.

Daoist priest Xuanqing was seen carrying a tray with two porcelain bowls on it, one large and one small, as he walked into the room.

“It’s just a simple meal, so please make do and don’t force yourself if you can’t finish it,” Xuanqing handed over the slightly smaller porcelain bowl.

Can’t finish?

Yang Ying was slightly taken aback.

How could she not finish such a small bowl, not even the size of a palm, filled with food?

She took the porcelain bowl, looking curiously at its contents.

Inside, each grain of rice was clear and translucent like crystal, each the size of a corn kernel, and exuding a special, refreshing fragrance.

Gurgle~

She couldn’t help but swallow saliva.

If she didn’t know that Xuanqing was a true expert, she might worry that there was some kind of technology or harsh chemicals involved.

After all, this rice looked strange, and its smell was a bit too delicious.

“Miss Yang Ying, aren’t you eating?”

Hearing Xuanqing’s voice, she finally snapped out of it and didn’t hesitate any longer, using chopsticks to eat a mouthful of this special white rice.

It was soft when it entered her mouth, and as she chewed, an unparalleled fragrance exploded in her mouth.

What’s more, after swallowing, a warm current surged through her abdomen, making her feel like she was in a hot spring.

“Ah~”

Yang Ying couldn’t help making a strange noise.

Her face flushed visibly at a rapid speed, and she was so embarrassed that she wished she could hide in a crack in the ground.

She carefully glanced at Daoist priest Xuanqing, and only after noticing that he hadn’t noticed her did she feel relieved.

She ate another few bites.

Soon, a feeling of fullness came from her stomach.

Yang Ying was stunned.

No wonder the Daoist priest had warned her not to eat too much earlier; she’d eaten only about half of the rice in the bowl.

“This… Daoist priest, I… I can’t eat anymore!” Yang Ying said shyly.

Upon hearing, Xuanqing finished the last bite in his bowl and casually waved his hand, “Don’t force yourself if you can’t finish. This leftover rice will be eaten tomorrow morning.”

Yang Ying nodded vigorously, knowing that advocating frugality is a virtue, especially for something as good as this.

“By the way, Daoist priest, the footage from our last interview has already been posted on the official Duoyin account of our television station. It has over 200,000 views and thousands of likes, with many people commenting that they want to come to your temple to offer incense!”

Yang Ying held her head slightly high, with a hint of pride, like she was seeking praise.

However, she had indeed worked hard on this project, carefully considering every aspect, from the copywriting to the editing of the video content.

“Oh? People will come to the temple to offer incense?”

Xuanqing was slightly moved.

He had originally planned to obtain Human Merit or Faith Merit after making three Thunderstruck Wood and exchanging them for cultivation resources.

Seeing the surprise on the Daoist priest’s face, Yang Ying felt a strong sense of accomplishment and took out her phone to open Duoyin. She found the video from the television station.

The video began with an aerial view of the landscape taken by a drone, which zoomed out before finally entering Qingping Temple.

The background music for the video was also a carefully chosen classical pure instrumental piece.

Just from the opening, you could tell that this video had been crafted with care.

However, the most exciting part was Xuanqing reciting Taoist Scriptures in the Great Hall. Just the sight of his back gave off a unique aura.

The moment Xuanqing began reciting the first line.

Instantly, a thrilling sensation surged through the listener.

The sound of his voice seemed magical, making one want to keep listening once they heard it.

“Look at what these people have to say!” Xuanqing grinned slightly, then clicked on the comment section of the video.