Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 165 Come, have a taste of the past relationship

We waited for another four days, and on the fifth day, the weather finally turned nice, with clear skies and bright sunshine.

Qiu Chuji had been directing Zhuge Liuyun, Yan Hongye and others to do various preparations early in the morning. As for the auxiliary materials and ingredients needed for cooking, he had already asked the disciples of Xuanxin Sect to help collect them without missing a single detail.

Jin Guang is a very ambitious person, so when he has an intention, he can fully demonstrate his subjective initiative.

"Instead of waiting for a sunny day, why not just use the rain-making charm to clear the rain water, and then the sky will naturally clear up." Zhuge Liuyun could not help asking a question while squatting in the corner plucking chicken feathers.

Among all the people present, he has the weakest strength and the lowest status, so he has to do all the hard work.

Fortunately, he was broad-minded and didn't feel the pain.

Qiu Chuji, wearing a cook's coat over his Taoist robe and simmering soup in the pot, answered Zhuge Liuyun's question: "I am waiting for a sunny day, but in fact I am waiting for the natural Yang energy to rise and the Qi to flow."

"The rain talisman only dries up the moisture in the sky, but it cannot reverse the changes in yin and yang between heaven and earth."

"If we have the ability to change the date, we can indeed hold the banquet a few days earlier."

There is one more sentence that Qiu Chuji did not say.

That is, if he had the ability to change the world, there would be no need to cook the sword spirit and evil soul in such a complicated way. He could just swallow it in one gulp, and all the sins would be dispelled in a moment.

Open the steamer on the side, steam is boiling and mist is everywhere.

Qiu Chuji took out the sword spirit evil soul that he had squeezed into a black-skinned fish from the steamer.

The steam was scalding, but the 'fish' was still cold all over, as if the several hours of steaming had no effect at all.

Several Xuanxin orthodox disciples who were responsible for increasing the firepower all had strange expressions on their faces.

The Suzaku guardian had a calm expression, and simply shouted, "Disciples of the Suzaku Hall! Join me and use the Suzaku True Fire!"

Soon, several people cast spells at the same time, using talismans to mobilize the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth, compressing it and transforming it into a more condensed and terrifying flame, causing the temperature at the bottom of the furnace to rise by hundreds of degrees in an instant.

Qiu Chuji looked at the sun and put the demon soul that had turned into a black-skinned fish back into the steamer.

At the same time, turn on the fire and add more fire to the bottom of the furnace.

The heat was roaring. If the stove and steamer had not been specially customized, they would have been burned to ashes by now.

Gan Jiang's sword spirit and evil soul have killed countless people. According to the punishment of the underworld, he should be sent to the eighteen levels of hell and never be freed.

Qiu Chuji's method of eating ghosts naturally cannot sentence the Sword Spirit Demon Soul to be forever free, so all the various "cooking" techniques representing the Eighteen Levels of Hell must be used on the Sword Spirit Demon Soul at the same time.

Steam first, then fry, then stir-fry, freeze, roast, and then make soup.

Every step of the process is done with full firepower, and various auxiliary ingredients and side dishes are added at the same time.

These auxiliary ingredients and side dishes were not originally intended to enhance the flavor or taste, but in each stage of the "cooking", Qiu Chuji would mix in the flavor that the sword spirit and evil spirit hated, resisted, and disliked the most at the time, allowing it to "enjoy" the ultimate torture.

The preparations for the Demon Feast began at dawn in the morning, and when the Yang energy is at its peak at three quarters past noon, the food is steamed three times and fried three times, chopped, boiled, and stir-fried. When the Yang energy turns from peak to low, it is temporarily frozen with ice-attributed Qi, then baked and heated at dusk, poured into a soup pot that has been simmering all day, and finally put into a clay jar and sealed.

This last move imitated the Avici Hell, the worst of the Eighteen Hells, which means no time, no space, and no life or movement. Being thrown into this level of hell, it seemed that at first it was not as tormenting as the previous levels of hell, but in fact, this kind of punishment of being unable to perceive, unable to break free, unable to communicate, and even gradually unable to think, unable to determine that 'I' is myself, is the most cruel and terrifying, because gradually... those who are sentenced to this level cannot even perceive what despair is.

According to the recipe, Qiu Chuji needs to seal the sword spirit and evil soul in a clay pot for at least three years, using three years to simulate the void of the hell, so that all the ingredients deposited in the pot will gradually become colorless and tasteless, even more bland than plain water.

This feeling of losing "like" little by little, and then even the hate being taken away completely, is like hell.

But Qiu Chuji had a more convenient method. He magnified two seconds of time on the earthen jar to the maximum and then combined it into a loop.

The last second is the beginning, the next second is the end.

Two seconds can last eternity.

After waiting for half an hour, the small earthenware jar had rotated 1,800 times.

Two seconds is very short, but if it is the beginning and the end, then the time in these two seconds can actually be stretched to the limit in another dimension.

"Okay! You can eat now!"

"Everyone, line up and come and eat from your bowls. Yan Chixia, Sima Sanniang, Qiye, Jin Guang, and Yan Hongye, you can have two bowls. Everyone else can only have one bowl!"

"Everyone should eat according to their ability. This thing is good for you, but if you can't bear it, you may die of a broken heart!" Qiu Chuji said to everyone, holding a small earthenware jar.

Then Qiu Chuji opened the jar and poured the almost invisible transparent liquid into a bowl.

Bowl after bowl, this small earthenware jar seemed to never run dry. Dozens of bowls were poured out, but it still wasn't bottomed out.

Everyone gathered around, hesitating and not daring to pick up the bowls.

It was Qiu Chuji who picked up the bowl first and drank it all in one gulp. Then everyone else picked up their bowls and tried to put them into their mouths.

Yan Hongye also picked up a bowl, put it to her nose and sniffed it gently. There was no smell, not even the sweet smell of spring water. It really was a bit like boiled water, even lighter than that... There was not even the smell of the pot. "Why is there no temperature? Not warm or cold?" Yan Hongye was a little surprised. What on earth was this?
She looked at everyone, took a sip, and the next moment something that looked like air, water, and nothing at all, flowed into her esophagus.

Then she completely "sank". In a short moment, she experienced a lot, gained a lot, and lost even more. Figures flashed before her eyes, so familiar, yet strange in the blink of an eye. They met, got to know each other, and then suddenly there was no noisy farewell, as if it was only after many years that she remembered that the party after dinner that day was actually the last time they saw each other.

If life has seventy years, the first thirty years are spent learning, collecting and obtaining, while the last forty years are spent discarding, forgetting and losing. Gradually, we get used to it, and then we can only watch helplessly as the most painful and regretful farewell gets closer and closer, but we are powerless to do anything.

Yan Hongye slowly put the entire bowl of soup into her mouth, and a tear unconsciously slipped from the corner of her eye.

When she woke up, she found that Sima Sanniang, Yan Chixia, Jin Guang, Qiye and others were just like her, with tears in their eyes and confused expressions on their faces, as if they were lost but unable to grasp anything.

"What...is this?" Qiye murmured.

He seemed to have remembered a lot and experienced a lot just now, but he forgot everything at this moment.

The heart-wrenching pain seemed to still echo in his ears, but at this moment he had no extra feelings except regret.

But what a pity...so sad!

He would even rather continue with the heart-wrenching pain.

"Worry-free soup!" said Qiu Chuji.

He also gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He also had flesh and blood, tears and pain.

At the same time, he also knew to whom he should give the demon fetus sealed in the small world.

Who can truly live without regrets?

Since there are regrets and there is still a chance to make up for it, then do your best. Escaping or turning a blind eye are not the choices a practitioner should make.

"Hey! My magic power has increased so much!" Jin Guang was the first to notice the increase in magic power.

The dishes in Zhong Kui's Record of Eating Ghosts can all increase soul power. Although the cultivation system in the world of Qiannu tends to use the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth to temper the body, it also involves the soul. As the soul grows, the magic power will also increase.

Jin Guang picked up another bowl and wanted to take a sip, but began to hesitate again.

He actually didn't want to experience that feeling of melancholy and loss again.

Wuyou Soup is indeed a "tonic", but the weight required to drink it can also make people feel suffocated.

The few people who were strong and resolute could not help but shed tears. Many of the ordinary Xuanxin orthodox disciples were lying on the ground and crying loudly.

They didn't know why they were crying, but at this moment all kinds of sorrow and grief surged up in their hearts, and they couldn't hold back at all.

Extreme sorrow or extreme joy are both harmful to the body, especially for those who are practicing spiritual cultivation.

This is the reason why Qiu Chuji told these people not to drink too much.

"What are you eating?" a sweet little girl's voice sounded.

But in the corner on the right side of the woods, a little girl in a pink dress came over. Her body seemed to be glowing. She was a beautiful little angel in the mountains and forests.

Everyone looked at the little girl in surprise, not knowing who she was.

Only Qiu Chuji knew the truth.

This little girl is none other than the founder of Xuanxin Sect, Su Tianxin who has just emerged from the cocoon and been reborn.

Although the Nine Deaths Silkworm Divine Art is similar to the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art, the former is undoubtedly a more thorough transformation, almost completely abandoning the past and using the accumulation of the past as fuel to create a new body with greater potential.

From breath to expression, from appearance to the subtle structure of the body, everything will change.

Even the most familiar people would not recognize his true identity.

Qiu Chuji also knew the secret of the Nine-Death Silkworm Magic, so he guessed the identity of the little girl.

"You came at the right time. I have cooked some soup here. Would you like a bowl?" Qiu Chuji poured out a bowl of soup and handed it to Su Tianxin.

Sima Sanniang immediately said, "No! She's still so young...she can't bear it!"

Qiu Chuji did not explain, but walked over and handed him a bowl of soup: "Say goodbye to him properly!"

"He's still waiting for you."

Su Tianxin stared at the bowl of soup in Qiu Chuji's hand, which reflected the bright moon in the sky. She scooped it up with both hands, then tilted her head back and gulped it into her mouth.

After drinking this bowl of soup and having her last dream, it’s time for her to wake up!

(End of this chapter)