Liu Jinxin said dumbfounded: "We cultivators are called Taoists, and we cultivate the Tao of Heaven, not the Taoist Tao. Besides, even Taoism is divided into the Quanzhen sect and the Zhengyi sect, and Taoist priests of the Zhengyi sect can also be Marry a wife and have children."
Mother Liu became unreasonable: "I don't care. Anyway, you can want to practice. You can quit your current job, but you must leave it to the Liu family. Bloodline, otherwise I won’t be able to see the ancestors of your Liu family after I die.”
“What nonsense! Sijin, don’t listen to your mother’s nonsense. As long as you live a good life, it will be fine.
You will practice well with Master in the future. If you meet a suitable young female monk, don’t be embarrassed. Just go for it. What if you two become friends? ? If you have children, your health will definitely be better."
Dad Liu thinks very far. He wants to use his son to fish out his daughter-in-law to improve the family's genes.
Liu Jinxin could only smile bitterly. There is a clear hierarchy in the cultivation circle, and a newbie like him is at the bottom of the discrimination chain.
Based on his current comprehensive conditions, it would be much easier for him to find a girlfriend, get married and have children in the secular world than it would be for him to find a female monk with dual cultivation in the cultivation circle.
Han Xiangzhong and Liu Jinxin drank their porridge in a muffled voice while thinking about their own thoughts, and they had finished drinking it unknowingly.
Lin Wenjuan saw that they only liked to drink porridge, so she was about to serve them another bowl, but Han Xiangzhong stopped her, and Liu Jinxin's face changed with fear.
Gao Xingyu made shredded pork porridge, but he didn’t dare to drink too much. The tragic situation that Liu Jinxin suffered after taking the Vitality Fruit made them still frightened until now.
Gao Xingyu, who was listening to Sun Changqing chatting with Zhang Qingyuan and Zong Han, discovered what was going on here. He smiled and motioned to Liu Jinxin to serve porridge for everyone.
Since Gao Xingyu took the initiative to treat the guests, he would not hide the shredded pork porridge which is rich in vitality. It would be true to take it out early for everyone to taste.
Among the guests present, Sun Changqing and Lin Wenjuan had never practiced, so they could only drink half a bowl. Wei Yikang has practiced health-preserving exercises and has internal strength, so he has no problem drinking half a bowl of shredded pork porridge at one time.
The remaining three are all monks, and they have relied on their own efforts to cultivate step by step to the current level. They are different from Han Xiangzhong and Liu Jinxin, who were quickened by Gao Xingyu with drugs, but are actually novices in cultivation. .
They can accurately judge the amount of vitality in the porridge, and they can choose the amount of intake according to their own situation. If there is still a risk of body explosion, then they are hopeless.
Gao Xingyu’s every move naturally attracts attention. Liu Jinxin is his registered disciple, as everyone present knows.
Now that they saw him asking Liu Jinxin to serve porridge for everyone, everyone was confused. Just after the dinner started, he asked everyone to have porridge. Could it be that Gao Xingyu wanted to end the dinner early?
Lin Wenjuan was in her husband’s houseFollowing the hint, I was the first to taste the shredded pork porridge.
Because the breath was locked by the ban, this bowl of shredded pork porridge was not attractive in the first place, and even the aroma could not be smelled. Placed among the various dishes carefully prepared by the two chefs, it looks like a wild duck in a flock of swans, looking extremely shabby.
After many years of living together, Lin Wenjuan and Han Xiangzhong have a silent understanding. Since her husband gave the hint, Lin Wenjuan took the initiative to pick up the porridge bowl, took a spoonful of it with a spoon, and put it into her mouth.
A faint fragrance was transmitted to Lin Wenjuan’s brain through her taste buds.
The peculiar and warm smell in the porridge instantly filled Lin Wenjuan's whole body as her Qi and blood circulated, making every cell in her body cheer for joy. It seemed like it had been reborn.
Lin Wenjuan originally thought that her husband did not eat so many delicious dishes, but drank the porridge first, and even let herself drink the porridge too, just to cheer up Gao Xingyu.
"This porridge..." Lin "Wenjuan, don't speak for now. Try to slow down your breathing and wait a while before speaking again." Wenjuan was about to say something when she was interrupted by Han Xiangzhong.
Everyone here knows that this bowl of porridge was cooked by Gao Xingyu himself, and it was the only dish that he handled among all the dishes today.
So, when Gao Xingyu asked Liu Jinxin to serve porridge for everyone, everyone was still thinking, was it because everyone was eating other people's cooking, which made Gao Xingyu feel a little hurt?
However, after hearing Han Xiangzhong’s words, everyone realized that there was something mysterious in this bowl of porridge?
Zhang Qingyuan took the small bowl handed to him by Liu Jinxin and looked at it carefully.
The base of this bowl of porridge is light yellow, and you can vaguely tell that it is made from large grains. A few snow-white shreds of meat floated among them, along with a few green vegetable leaves and gray fungi.
Huh? Zhang Qingyuan suddenly discovered that the combination of these colors in the porridge was originally inconspicuous, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it had a charm, as if it was full of spirituality.
Moreover, Zhang Qingyuan was holding the porridge bowl in his hand. He could feel that the temperature of the porridge was still a bit hot, but there was not even a trace of heat on the mouth of the bowl. What was the reason for this?
Zhang Qingyuan knew that there is a famous dish in Yunnan Province, "Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles", which uses oil to cover the aroma and heat so that it is not easy to leak out, so that people feel more delicious when eating it.
But it’s just a bowl of shredded pork porridge! Is it necessary to do this?
Besides, the shepherd's purse and mushrooms were side dishes brought by the two chefs of the sanatorium. Before making the porridge, Gao Xingyu grabbed a few handfuls from the cart and threw them into the porridge to cook together. What could be special about it?
Zhang Qingyuan simply stopped thinking about it. Instead of using a spoon, he took the bowl directly and took a big sip of the soup and vegetables, with a few shredded pork in it.
Suddenly, a divine light appeared in Zhang Qingyuan’s eyes, and he felt an unusually abundant and vital energy.The vitality emerged from between his teeth and quickly spread throughout his body.
Zhang Qingyuan was surprised but overjoyed. He quickly calmed down, held his breath, and tried his best to guide this energy to attack the level that he had been unable to clear in recent days.
Every monk knows that the vitality absorbed through meditation and exercise is too thin, and it needs to be accumulated for many days before he has enough energy to attack his own level and improve his cultivation level.
The Yuan Gathering Formation was good, but the gathered energy was too complex and intense. If a monk lets go and absorbs vitality in the Yuan Gathering Formation and uses it to break through the barrier, his body will suffer hidden injuries over time, which will affect his future practice.
Therefore, given Zhang Qingyuan’s status in the special service team, even if he stayed in the nursing home every day, he would have at most ten days in a month to enter the Juyuan Formation to practice.
The rest of his time is spent mostly studying exercises, practicing spells, drawing talismans, or communicating with fellow Taoists, and he tries his best to restore his energy by meditating.
When cultivating, practitioners cannot just be brave and diligent. Only the best way to practice is to be both civil and military, and to be relaxed and relaxed.