Penglai Island has long been integrated with the world, and the surrounding islands of Penglai are mostly inhabited by mortals, when Penglai was established, there was a plan to cultivate the compatibility of the world, because Penglai is not short of secular restaurants, and the mortals who live in Penglai for a long time have more or less some relationship......

The name of the tavern that Jing Yao went to was 'Du Kang Yipin', and the owner of the store had the same name as the god of wine that Jing Yao had heard in her previous life, Du Kang, who also made wine.

All wine is spicy and piercing, Jing Yao is not an alcoholic, but all wine can drink all kinds of human nature, and occasionally come over for a drink, which also has a different flavor.

As soon as Jing Yao arrived at the place, Xiao Er's voice at the door "snorted", and his voice soared directly.

Jing Yao smiled and waved her hand, she is the owner of the island, whether it is famous among monks or mortals, of course there is a difference in treatment, listening to Xiao Er's courteous greeting, Jing Yao walked up to the private room on the second floor, although it was early in the morning, a table of sumptuous was quickly prepared.

Jing Yao poured a glass of spirits and poured it lightly towards the ground, the sound of dripping water gurgling, Jing Yao sighed lightly: "Lord Mingzun, I salute you." ”

There are too many controversies about Mingzun.

The founding patriarch of the Demon Sect, the peerless Tianjiao 100,000 years ago, and the guardian of Penglai 100,000 years later, have a mixed reputation compared to Jing Yao.

But for Jing Yao and others, Mingzun is like an elder, during the time they get along, whether it is Jing Yao or Huang Xiufeng, their cultivation has made great progress, and in their spare time, they will subconsciously sacrifice a glass of spirits.

She took a drink herself, her brows furrowed, drinking less and not knowing how to drink are two different things, even when she was injured and fled to the wasteland on the edge of Beiyu, she had never drunk such inferior water and wine, and she was dissatisfied and summoned people in, and reprimanded the store not to be shoddy because of the scarcity of customers in the morning.

The shopkeeper explained aggrievedly that this was their shopkeeper's newly brewed nine-fire soju, and it might not be hot, so the taste was a little worse.

At this time, Yue Qitian, who came to forage for food, heard the explanation of the little second brother, looked at the wine sprinkled on the ground, unceremoniously opened his mouth to take a sip of the wine jug, smashed his mouth and said, "I think it's okay." ”

Looking at the table full of dishes, she also told the shopkeeper: "Tell the kitchen to prepare the second table." ”

The shopkeeper nodded with a sad face, because the high-level of Penglai can be exempted, and few monks are willing to eat cereals, and there are not many monks who come.

But the moon is different, this friend from the ice and snow world is not jealous, and she is also a frequent visitor to the tavern, and the amount of food is amazing, usually three or five tables are not satisfied, and she doesn't have to pay......

Looking at this life-old homosexual, a powerhouse in the ice and snow world, he trembled for eighty years, and couldn't help laughing: "Eating too much in the morning affects your figure." ”

Yue Qitian laughed and said: "The meaning of life lies in food, and I would rather die if there is no food in my life...... Do you remember my taste? More seafood, not so light, not without money. ”

When he was about to get downstairs, the shopkeeper staggered, glared back with great resentment, and said in his heart, When will you give the money?

Thinking so, they never neglected this strong man from the outer lands.

Because eighty years ago, it was they who did not hesitate to allow the immortal cultivation world to be preserved.

Yue Qitian was in good spirits, filled a bowl of porridge by himself, and said with emotion: "Eighty years have passed, and it is time for me to return to the ice and snow world...... Lord Jing Yao, I have been bothering me about a certain question, and I think it is quite interesting to talk to you, why don't you give me a lesson or two?"

Jing Yao said in her heart, isn't the meaning of your life just to eat? I can't answer about food, but I said, "Let's hear it." ”

Yue Qitian was stunned for a moment, and scolded with a smile: "You're really welcome, um......"

Thinking again and again is not the character of Yue Qitian, not to mention that there is a faint sadness in her tone, Jing Yao can't help but put down her chopsticks and stare at each other.

"You must have touched on this question, recalling the deceased, do you think it was created or given a new life?"

Jing Yao had a big head.

She doesn't seem to be able to get around this hurdle in her life, she has witnessed the picture of Mo Xinyan summoning the deceased, and buried the disaster in the immortal cultivation world after 100,000 years, and most people have asked the same question more than ten times.

And this problem seems to have been discussed with Yue Qitian at the time, and it seems that it was not over at that time, but now that the old matter is brought up again, Jing Yao can't tell whether Yue Qitian is chatting casually, or if she really has plans in this regard.

Rebirth or reinvention, the topics of life are too heavy, and Jing Yao doesn't want to go into the depths.

She herself used to firmly believe that if people are gone, they are gone, and reversing the fate of Qiankun is a kind of new life, but with the improvement of what she has seen and heard, she also has questions.

This is a false proposition.

The philosophical mystery of life that cannot be demonstrated, it has to be an expert professor from Jing Yao's previous life to come over and talk nonsense, maybe the answer will come out.

Yue Qitian didn't seem to intend to let Jing Yao give the answer, and said to herself: "I have been in contact with mortals for a while, they think that people cannot be resurrected after death, and people cannot live without birth, old age, sickness and death...... Many monks think so, but is that really the case? If we look at it through the eyes of the Creator, or with the eyes of the gods, will it still be like this?"

When talking about the creation of things and the gods, Yue Qitian laughed mockingly, whether she was mocking herself or the gods was unknown, but in terms of her cultivation, she could completely ignore the existence of the immortals;

She held up a finger and said slowly: "The resurrection that people and monks think is a kind of rebirth in my opinion, the body is new, and the soul is the same, but it has inherited the memory of the deceased, is such a person, and the person you miss, the same person?"

The slightly melancholy moon cried sky swept away the food on the table, and the second table was just in time, full of seafood, took a bite of the juicy and fatty squid, and sighed heavily.

Jing Yao wanted to say that Your Excellency's style and tone were too incongruous, and when she thought of Yue Qitian's character, she didn't bother to talk nonsense.

Regarding the question raised by Yue Qitian, Jing Yao guessed that what she wanted to resurrect was not necessarily the Guishan ballad, but it must also contain the Guishan ballad, and she said: "You have seen the case of rebirth. ”

"Lord Mingzun?" Yue Qitian smiled: "It's just that I've seen it before I have been worried." ”

Jing Yao smiled wordlessly.

The road to Mingzun's resurrection is full of thorns, and the Mingzun who gets along with them day and night is actually not Mingzun, just like the moon cry Tian said, inheriting the memory of Mingzun at a certain stage, and looking for the value of his own existence in a daze, which is positive and positive......