I Bake the Gluten and Bring Out the Old Ancestor's Fragrance

Some people use swords to ask questions, some people use elixirs to prove the way, He was paranoid and guarding an iron pot—— The five flavors are the ingredients, the charcoal fire is the furnace, and the gluten is the soul. When the first wisp of the fragrance of 'Sheng Yun' spreads through the sect's mountain gate, All the manic energy is suddenly as docile as a stream; All the violent martial spirits calmed down... Take a bite of crispy gluten. ——The most tyrannical way in the world is never to split the heaven and the earth. Instead, let the most vicious person willingly put down the knife and pick up the bowl.