What Does It Mean, Fellow Taoist, You Smell so Good?

My name is Lu Yan, the thirty-third generation descendant of the Lingbao Sect after the spiritual energy was revived. The Patriarch fell into a dream? Oh, maybe I didn't sleep well. Thoughts are clear? Probably because I have been in a good mood recently. Improvement in cultivation? Maybe I read too many scriptures. Anyway, he should be chanting sutras, eating, and sleeping. Then he became stronger. The seven days lead to the Zhoutian, and the first month is used to build the foundation. Others were meditating hard, but he broke through while eating Sichuan peppercorns. The brothers are crazy. "What elixir did you take?" "Leniency for confession!" Lu Yan was innocent: "I was really just chanting, eating and sleeping..." No one believed it. Gradually, the painting style changed. The junior brother sends spiritual fruits, how can the junior sister from the next door sect be seen by chance every day when they are so far away? Even the senior brothers raised their eyebrows and smiled evilly. Lu Yan finally couldn't help it: "What on earth do you want to do? Are you all clinging to me?" Everyone looked at each other and said in unison: "It's nothing, I just think... Fellow Taoist, you smell so good." Lu Yan: "..." What do you mean, fellow Taoist, you smell so good? Is this the world of cultivating immortals? It's so crazy! !