Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 285 Holy Lord: I'll go first when the sun is high in the sky.
After listening to the words of the Thunderclap Saint Master, Zen Master Wangyou shook his head meaningfully:

"Then you are very wrong."

"Oh? Did I say something wrong? I'm not saying that equality among all races is bad."

After a moment's thought, the Thunder Sound Saint Lord continued:
"But now that everyone is equal, can those who were previously in high positions feel at peace?"

"Then, Your Majesty, may I explain where this imbalance specifically manifests?"

"Take the queue in front of the city gate just now! As the leader of the Western Regions, I actually had to obediently queue up? Every time I went out to inspect the country before, wasn't I greeted by Buddhas from thousands of miles away? Do I need to explain the grandeur of that?"

"If you buy an awesome license plate, you won't have to wait in line. And you've seen it yourself, isn't the feeling of being the center of attention when you drive an awesome car better than being greeted by the Buddhas?"

Eh?
The Holy Lord was taken aback.

It seems so?

Looking back, I realize that I had only made a few casual complaints in front of the city gate, which even attracted strangers to stand up for the owner of the car with license plate number Cang A88888.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought that his father was sitting in that flying car.

"Then I'll have to queue to buy food too!"

"Then why don't you get a store membership card? If that doesn't work, you can order takeout and have it delivered to your door. You won't even have to leave the house. Wouldn't that be more comfortable than before?"

hiss?
So, it seems like you feel more comfortable than before?
"Then, I, the Holy Lord, am now ignored when I walk on the street. You can't deny that, can you?"

"Hehe, go to the Black Swan men's luxury goods section and buy an Armani haute couture outfit, get an LV belt, wear a Rolex watch, and have a bunch of luxury car keys on your belt. Do you think that'll make you look good?"

The Zen Master Wangyou had barely finished speaking.

A crowd in front of them kept exclaiming in surprise, accompanied by their phone flashes taking pictures.

Who?
Lei Yin Shengzhu curiously stood on tiptoe.

The source of the crowd of onlookers was a Nascent Soul stage cultivator who had just stepped out of a flying vehicle.

A mere minor cultivator at the Fusion stage.
only.
The cultivator in the Integration Stage was dressed exactly as Master Wangyou had described.

Although Lei Yin Shengzhu couldn't recognize the brand, he could tell that what he and Pu Xiu were wearing were not in the same league at all.

"Who is this guy? He has such low cultivation level, yet he acts so arrogantly."

"Shh!"

Zen Master Wangyou immediately covered the Holy Lord's mouth:
"Never mind what cultivation level someone has. Right now, cultivators' resistance to discrimination based on cultivation level is second only to discrimination based on gender, understand?"

After glancing at the newcomer, Zen Master Wangyou didn't bother explaining to the Holy Lord of Leiyin and ran over to him.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Huolian? What brings you out for a stroll? Isn't the factory busy today?"

While speaking, Wangyou bent down to offer Huolian Daoren a cigarette and thoughtfully lit it for him.

"Whoo~"

He exhaled a smoke ring and tightened his tie.
"Well, things have been relatively stable at the factory recently. Plus, the Imperial Sword Sect has taken on a lot of production capacity, so I've had time to come out and take a look around. Also, my daughter's birthday is coming up soon, and I'd like to get her a gift."

"Oh my! It's your daughter's birthday? Such a big event and you didn't even mention it on Douyin!"

"Hey, it's not like it's our centennial birthday, we can just celebrate it casually."

"That won't do! What is your status and position? How can your daughter's birthday be celebrated so casually? I'll help you spread the word!"

After a brief tug-of-war, it seemed that Daoist Huolian really didn't want to hold a grand celebration.

It's not that he didn't want to do it.

Instead, the president recently issued a series of announcements targeting the extravagant and wasteful practices within the Wan San Group.

This also includes banquets and events such as birthday celebrations.

Its core principle is to conserve resources and give back to people's livelihoods.

By combining institutional constraints with cultural guidance, every resource is invested in the most important areas of the group's development and employee well-being, rejecting the waste of formalism.

Internal meetings and celebrations are prohibited from all unnecessary expenditures, such as jade carvings and high-level array decorations.

Senior management employees and their relatives must not have more than 50 people at weddings or funerals, and are strictly prohibited from accepting gifts from partners. Violators will have their quarterly performance bonus deducted.

Although Huolian Valley is not directly under Wan San Group, Huolian Daoren still strictly implemented the requirements of the announcement.

Ultimately, his success today is due to the group.

"No need, no need. We family can just keep this simple. Is there anything else, Fellow Daoist Wangyou? If not, I'm going to pick out a gift."

"Forehead"

Fire Refining Taoist rubbed his hands together:

"Yes, there is something going on. I heard that your Fire Refining Valley is recruiting a group of managers soon, is that right?"

"Ok?"

The Fire Refining Daoist frowned:
"Fellow Daoist, what channel did you obtain this information from? This is our internal information. We do have it, but this management recruitment is an internal competition and we do not intend to release it to the outside world."

"By the way! You're not planning to have a birthday party for your daughter, right? Perfect timing, I have a few unused ice plum pink sports cars here, consider them as an early birthday gift for my niece."

"Hey!"

The Fire Refining Daoist's expression changed drastically, and he immediately adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring posture:
"Fellow Daoist Wangyou, what are you doing! I am not the kind of sect leader who accepts bribes so easily!"

"Hey~"

Zen Master Wangyou patted Daoist Huolian on the shoulder and said meaningfully:

"What bribe? Isn't it normal for an elder to give a younger person a birthday gift?"

With a quick glance, the Fire Refining Daoist noticed that the crowd had already dispersed, and then discreetly accepted the car keys that the Forget-Worry Zen Master had handed him.
"Haha, I almost forgot. Besides the internal recruitment positions, there seem to be three positions available for external recruitment. I don't trust outsiders. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Wangyou has any talented people to recommend?"

"Hehehe, now that you mention it, I do remember. I do have a rare talent here."

Watching the two engage in their shady deal.

The Thunder Sound Saint Lord, standing not far away, was speechless.

At the same time, I feel that we should come out and see for ourselves in order to draw our own conclusions about this era.

put before.

Who would believe that the Venerable Master Wangyou, a Mahayana master, would actually humbly offer gifts to a blacksmith in the Integration Stage?

That fawning manner once made the Thunder Sound Saint Lord feel psychologically uncomfortable.

Only after Master Wangyou achieved the result he desired did he return to the side of the Holy Lord of Leiyin Temple, completely satisfied.

"What? What's with that expression, Holy Lord? Do you think I'm mercenary?"

"Hmph, do you know? Your performance just now was full of the stench of money, and you didn't have the image of a Buddhist monk at all. But that's not your fault, after all, you're not a traditional Buddhist practitioner from the West."

Does that mean your Western Buddhist practices are better than mine?
Regarding the sarcastic remarks of the Thunder Sound Saint Master, Zen Master Wangyou remained noncommittal, simply speaking calmly.

"Holy Lord, times have changed. So what if I'm obsessed with money? I'm just trying to secure a future for my disciple. Is that wrong?"

"On the contrary, the kind of doctrine that is hypocritical is truly disgusting."

"Forget-Me-Not, you are a Mahayana cultivator, yet you are dealing with a mere Integration Realm cultivator."

"What's wrong with combining?"

Zen Master Wangyou interrupted him:

"Did you know that most of the flying cars on the market were made by him!"

"Besides Wan San Group, Huo Lian Dao Ren is a true business tycoon. If he stomped his foot, the entire Tian Yao Domain's economy would tremble."

"Do you know why I arranged for my disciple to be a senior executive in the Fire Refining Valley? It's because that way, he's already halfway into the Wan San Group!"

"When Wan San Group recruits talent in the future, his resume will be marked with the prominent detail of 'having served as a senior executive in Huolian Valley,' giving him a much higher chance of being hired than other applicants with similar qualifications!"

Is Wan San Group really that good?

Faced with the question from the Holy Lord of Thunder Sound, Zen Master Wangyou's expression was full of longing:
"Needless to say? Not to mention the extremely high salary, there are also meal allowances, housing allowances, and transportation subsidies for working there, as well as various benefits that are unprecedented in the Spirit Qi Continent."

"Let me put it this way, once you join Wan San Group, your future is secure."

Finally, Zen Master Wangyou didn't forget to ask a counter-question:

"If you think Wan San Group is bad, then let me ask you, what benefits do you get from joining your Thunder Sound Holy Land?"

"I"

Lei Yin Shengzhu was speechless for a moment.

Aside from providing a large amount of Mahayana Buddhist teachings for people to practice, I don't seem to have anything else to offer.

"Tsk, you're such an old-fashioned person. Come on, let me have a couple of drinks and you'll behave."

Without further ado, Zen Master Wangyou pulled Leiyin Saint Lord into the Land of Joy and headed straight for Niu Yishou.

"Shall we eat meat?"

"I"

After hesitating for a moment, the Thunder Sound Saint Lord nodded.

Let's eat it then.

This isn't the West anyway, so when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

"waiter!"

Having obtained the answer he wanted, the Forget-Worry Zen Master didn't waste any time:
"Hot pot and barbecue, three portions of each kind, please! And bring over a few cases of beer."

Lei Yin Shengzhu sat down like a curious child. Seeing others putting on bibs, he followed suit and put one on himself.

Seeing others making dipping sauce, he eagerly followed suit and made his own.

Seeing a female cultivator offering free hair washing and manicure services to Niu Yi, Lei Yin Saint Lord also went over to ask for one for himself.

"you?"

"hold head high?"

"shampoo?"

Rabbit Girl stared blankly at the bald head in front of her, her little brain about to shut down.

"shampoo."

Lei Yin Shengzhu also pointed to the words written on the sign next to him:

"It says above that customers can enjoy free hair washing and manicure services when they come in."

"I have written it."

Rabbit Girl was still hesitant because since she opened her business, she had never served a male hairdresser or nail technician, especially since the man was bald.

Seeing that Rabbit Girl was still hesitating, Thunder Sound Saint Lord had an idea and smiled:
"Are you discriminating against me because I'm a cultivator from the west, and that's why you don't want to serve me?"

"No, no! Lie down!"

"Which shampoo do you need? There are oil-control shampoos, dandruff-removing shampoos, hair-thickening shampoos, and smoothing shampoos."

"All free?"

"All free."

"Then arrange them all for this humble monk."

"Nail art."

"No need for further explanation, just get them all for free."

It wasn't that Lei Yin Shengzhu was short of money, but rather that he enjoyed this free "service".

Zen Master Wangyou:
What a clever way to learn on the spot! So you're saying you'll learn from the barbarians to control them?
In the time it takes to go to the kitchen to pick out a fish, why does he have to do this shameful thing?

He doesn't shut up when he should.

When you should keep a low profile, you insist on being the center of attention.

Finally, the Thunderclap Saint Lord returned with a satisfied smile, stroking his bald head with his large, diamond-encrusted hand.

"Forget-Me-Not, you know what, the service here is really top-notch. What do you think of my nails? Do you like them?"

“It’s hard to judge.”

Lei Yin Shengzhu wanted to say something more, but Wangyou Zen Master lifted the lid of the already boiling pot.

The moment he saw the boiling soup, the Thunder Sound Saint Lord's pupils contracted sharply as if in an earthquake.

A unique aroma, carrying the scents of Sichuan peppercorns and butter, shot straight to the top of one's head.

As his Adam's apple bobbed, his nasal cavity was filled with this domineering fragrance he had never smelled before.

This is incomparable to the vegetarian food of the Western Regions!
"Holy Lord, try this."

Wangyou shoveled the beef roll covered in sesame sauce into his bowl.

As he watched the golden butter flowers drip down his chopsticks, Lei Yin Shengzhu suddenly remembered the butter lamps enshrined in Fanyin Temple.

The so-called sacred aura seemed to turn into a bland, waxy taste in front of this piece of fatty beef.

Before my brain could even process it, my hand had already grabbed it and stuffed it into my mouth.

The numbing spiciness and fresh aroma instantly transform into a massive army, breaking through the defenses of the taste buds. Sichuan peppercorns create a tornado in the mouth, while beef tallow, carrying meat juices, surges like lava.

The deliciousness of the ingredients and the fibrous texture of premium Wagyu beef create a feast for the senses.

She blinked her slightly moist eyes.

at this moment.

Lei Yin Holy Lord finally understood why San Zang and the others wanted the peaches of immortality.
He remained silent, only using a strainer to pile small mountains of food into the Holy Lord's bowl.

Dark red tripe curled up, snow-white duck intestines coiled into flowers, and trembling brains bobbed up and down in the red broth.
"Holy Lord, please try this."

Wangyou presented the perfectly cooked tripe to him, and Leiyin Saint Lord immediately dipped it in the garlic oil sauce.

The moment it entered, his pupils constricted—crisp!

The sensation of the chopsticks bouncing between his teeth almost made him crush them.

The grilled beef tallow skewers coated with dried chili powder are even more mind-blowing, with scalding hot oil gushing out from under the crispy skin.

can not stop at all!

Seeing that the Holy Lord was eating with great relish, Wangyou snapped her fingers, signaling the waiter to bring several bowls of rice.

Of all the combinations, rice reigns supreme.

The Holy Lord, who kept waving his chopsticks, had been fighting for an unknown amount of time.

When he came to his senses, he realized that in order to make it easier to eat to his heart's content, he had already taken off the robe that he had worn for thousands of years and put it aside.

The most amazing thing is the bowl of iced tofu pudding he's holding now.

Every time he felt sweat beading on his forehead from the spiciness, the crystal-clear tofu pudding mixed with hawthorn pieces and fermented rice wine slid down his throat, cool and sweet like a refreshing drink.

He smacked his lips.

Just as I was about to say a few words of reflection, the barbecue skewers I ordered from Wangyou were served again.

The rich aroma of barbecue charcoal made him pick up his chopsticks again, even after he had just put them down.

However, he soon discovered that he didn't need chopsticks for barbecuing.

He grabbed a steel skewer and started scraping from head to tail.

With each large chew, the barbecue flavor filled his mouth, the aroma reaching the very top of his head.

This is often when ice-cold beer comes in.

The meal lasted from 3 pm until the early hours of the morning.

Aside from asking the waiter for more food, he barely chatted with Wangyou; he just ate.

Wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Lei Yin Saint Lord patted his not-so-bulging belly with satisfaction.

"I'll come again tomorrow, tomorrow night. During the day I need to talk to the president and see if we can open some more entertainment venues in the west."

"This is nothing! I'll take you to a more interesting place."

"Oh? Even more interesting?"

At this moment, the Holy Lord of Thunder Sound's eyes were full of anticipation.

soon.

Wangyou then led him straight to the seventh floor.

Oh open!

The Thunder Lord's eyes were immediately drawn to the fairies singing and dancing on stage.

Not only is the food different, but even the fairies are completely different from those in the west!
Think about it too.

The west side is not only closer to the scorching sun, but also filled with yellow sand. Not only were they all blown to a bronze color, but their skin also felt like sandpaper.

And these.
Excellent!
"I had no idea there was a place like this in Paradise!"

"Hehe, didn't I tell you? What you can see on Douyin is just the tip of the iceberg."

"Hey~"

Looking down, the Thunder Sound Saint Lord sighed helplessly.

"What's wrong? The Holy Lord isn't satisfied with so many fairies?"

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied. The fairies' figures are so beautiful, but this old monk can only look and not touch them. If they were fairies from the west, I would just grab them and take them to cultivate the Joyful Zen."

"Um, Holy Lord, actually, some fairies are capable of going out with clients."

What does "issued" mean?

After Wangyou told him the details, Leiyin Shengzhu's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The old woman inside also came over at the right time and handed the currently unused fairy photos to the Holy Lord.

Without even turning the page, the first fairy had already completely captivated the Holy Lord.

This graceful figure
In fact, Western women are in no way comparable.

"We have more than just one or two girls here!"

As the old woman finished speaking, the Thunder Sound Saint Lord also made up his mind.

do not care.

Let's talk about other things when the sun is high in the sky!
(End of this chapter)