Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 166: Night Tour of the Soul
After everyone drank it once, most people resisted drinking it again, even though they knew it had benefits.

People who practice cultivation are still human beings. It doesn’t mean they will just do whatever is good for them.

It is easier said than done.

For example, getting up at six o'clock every morning and running for half an hour to an hour is definitely good for the body, but how many people can persist and do it continuously?

There are not many people who can even do this. They force themselves to drink a bowl of soup while suppressing the sadness of separation, just to increase their mental strength. There are really not many people who can be so resilient.

Among the group, only Yan Chixia, Sima Sanniang, Jin Guang, Qiye and Zhuge Liuyun chose to drink another bowl, but Yan Hongye did not drink any more.

Although this was a little beyond Qiu Chuji's expectations, it was also reasonable.

If Yan Hongye was strong enough inside, she would not have given birth to a white-haired Hongye. The Mysterious Heart Secret Technique does not have the effect of schizophrenia, otherwise Su Tianxin's heart would have been torn apart long ago.

Qiu Chuji drank three bowls in one breath, his heart full of melancholy, making him look a lot gloomier, and he almost said "I'm sorry for being born as a human being".

The entire banquet scene turned into a grievance meeting, with everyone sitting around the fire, crying and recounting the difficulties they had experienced.

This actually eased the atmosphere a little, and Jin Guang and Yan Chixia actually hugged each other and cried.

Despite this, the next day, neither of them would admit it.

The small earthenware jar in Qiu Chuji's hand was like a bottomless abyss, and he could always pour out a full bowl of worry-free soup.

In fact, it is not that this earthenware jar can hold it, but that the sorrow and sadness in this jar can never be emptied. The soup is only an appearance, and it is actually a mixture of relatively refined spiritual power.

If you want to drink all the soup in this jar, you have to completely digest the sorrow in it.

The day after eating the demon feast and drinking the soup, Qiye, Yan Chixia and Jin Guang found Qiu Chuji and asked him for another bowl of soup.

The three of them looked at each other, tilted their heads back to drink the soup in their bowls, and tears began to flow.

The picture looks very weird.

If you don't understand the competition and hatred between them, and you see this picture at first sight, you might think they are going to burn incense and become sworn brothers.

After drinking the soup and wiping the tears from their faces, the three of them agreed to come again tomorrow, saying that anyone who didn't come would be a coward.

Qiu Chuji himself restrained himself that day and drank only two bowls of wine. His mood, which had just improved a little, fell again. Qiu Chuji had to return to his small world for a short time, and conjure up a large number of comedy movies from his memory, watching them over and over again to cheer up his mood.

On the third day, the 'Big Three' gathered again, covered their faces and drank soup, and left without saying anything harsh. At this time, they didn't even have the heart to say a few more harsh words.

Qiu Chuji guessed that they would definitely not come tomorrow.

On this day, Qiu Chuji refused to fight and decided to calm down first.

Although he could extract the negative emotions, compress them into a demon seed, and then seal them into the small world, the emotions that were mobilized at that moment were still inevitable. Even if the negative emotions were extracted afterwards, the remaining aftertaste still made it difficult to let go quickly.

On the fourth day, only Qiye came.

Seeing that Jin Guang and Yan Chixia both backed down, Qi Ye should have been filled with joy of victory. However, when he saw the bowl of soup handed to him by Qiu Chuji, the clear soup reflected his dark face. He suddenly felt that he was still too naive and fell into the trap of the two old guys.

This damn thing, whoever wants to drink it can drink it, he doesn’t want to drink it anyway...

After doing it, Qiye's hair turned a few white. He ran away with tears in his eyes and disappeared at the end of the sight.

He left without looking back, as if he had made some kind of decision.

At this moment, Qiu Chuji used Qi Ye's embarrassed escape as an excuse to eat soup, drank another bowl, and then hid back in his small world.

Comedy movies just don't work anymore.

He had to pull out something more private and replay it.

On the fifth day, Su Tianxin found Qiu Chuji and asked for another bowl of soup, but instead of drinking it herself, she poured it on the Moye sword.

Qiu Chuji shed tears when he saw the "sword" for the first time. The dripping sword energy made Qiu Chuji feel a little chilly.

On the sixth day, finally no one came to see him, and the remaining soup had to be enjoyed by Qiu Chuji alone... That would be strange!
Qiu Chuji first left the world of A Chinese Ghost Story and returned to his original world. He found his fellow brothers and sisters including Wang Chuyi, Liu Chuxuan, Hao Datong, and Ma Yu, and gave each of them a bowl of soup to help them practice the Heart Lake Skill faster.

So when Qiu Chuji went to look for them again the next day, these guys all claimed to be sick and did not go out, and they had no motivation at all.

No matter how much Qiu Chuji tried to persuade them at the door, they still refused to open it.

Mental strength can be trained slowly, but if a person becomes depressed, then he is truly useless.

Qiu Chuji could only continue to persuade people, but his uncle Zhou Botong was a tough guy. Under Qiu Chuji's flattery, he drank three bowls in one breath, and then hid in Yinggu's arms and cried loudly, like a 30-year-old child, crying his lungs out.

That night, the birds outside Chongyang Palace did not sleep peacefully. By then, Qiu Chuji's reputation in Chongyang Palace was completely ruined, and both his fellow disciples and teachers avoided him.

When Jin Yanzi and Lin Xiaolan heard the news, they directly dropped the Dragon-Breaking Stone in the ancient tomb and stopped Qiu Chuji outside the door, making sure that Qiu Chuji would not have the chance to deliver the "Worry-Free Soup" to them.

Helpless, Qiu Chuji could only go find Ouyang Feng, drink with him, and use him as soup.

After all, being alone as an EMO is not as good as being with many EMOs.

"Get out! Get out! You damn devil, you deserve to go to hell, you deserve to be ground to dust!" Ouyang Feng shook the chains on his body and cursed at Qiu Chuji.

His eyes were red and tears were still flowing.

After drinking two bowls of "Worry-Free Soup" in a row, he recalled all the regrets and pains of his past and present lives. The heart-wrenching, bone-eating regrets concentrated in a short moment, gnawing at his heart and almost killing him on the spot.

pain!
It hurts so much!
The more experiences you have, the more painful it is!

The reason Qiu Chuji could keep drinking bowl after bowl, not only because he cheated, but also because the pain and loss accumulated in his two lives were not that much. The sorrow reflected from other aspects, no matter how real it was, would feel a bit numb if there was too much of it, like scratching an itch through a shoe.

But Ouyang Feng is really miserable!
When he was young, the person he loved married his eldest brother. He was caught between ethics and love, unable to make a decision. When he was middle-aged, he lost his son. He had the best martial arts in the world and superb poison skills, but he could only hold his son's body and wailed in the ruins. He did not get what he wanted and became mad. When he lived again, he was still imprisoned and had no freedom.

He had too much suffering, which was enough to intertwine with the sorrow in the soup and constantly gnaw at his soul.

Qiu Chuji shook the pottery jar in his hand and felt that there should be about half of the soup left.

However, there are not many "good friends" left that can help digestion and can be used as soup.

As for making another trip to Zhongdu to deliver soup to Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying, it seemed a bit too inhumane.

The main reason is that Wang Chongyang is now in charge of the country. If he is in a bad mood, he may issue some unrealistic policies, which will affect the people's well-being. That would be Qiu Chuji's fault.

Going to the zombie world to share it with Master Lin Jiu and his apprentice... is one way, but there is no rush, it is a matter of time.

Wuyou Soup is neither soup, nor water, nor tea, nor wine, but it has each characteristic.

It is like soup, but with the viscosity of soup; like water, but with the blandness of water; like tea, but with the bitterness of tea; like wine, and just like wine, it becomes more mellow with age.

If the remaining half can of soup is not drunk quickly, the longer it is left, the more bitter and melancholy the aftertaste will be. If it is left for another two years, it will no longer be considered a spiritual soup that increases spiritual power, but just a torture device.

It is for this reason that Qiu Chuji would "sell" these soups as quickly as possible.

In the nameless valley, Qiu Chuji gave a small jar to the big snake and the tiger. Looking at the tiger and the snake wailing together, Qiu Chuji sighed and drank another bowl.

After drinking this bowl of worry-free soup, there is no need to mention the sadness of parting, nor the sorrow of passing years. The growth of the soul has finally broken through a bottleneck at this moment.

A clear and pure Qi was released from the golden elixir, which wrapped around Qiu Chuji's soul, lifted it out of the spiritual platform, and flew half of it out over his head.

It happened to be midnight at this time. The hazy moonlight fell on the illusory soul. The moonlight was greedily absorbed by the flying soul. Only half of the soul flew out and jumped out of the body completely.

The two Qiu Chujis stood opposite each other, looked at each other, and even shook hands.

The touch of the soul is very strange, cold, illusory, yet with a certain sense of reality.

Qiu Chuji felt very strange at this moment.

First of all, his control over his own body, his perception, and his mind's control over his body were not numb or stagnant.

But at the same time, he seemed to have another illusory body, which could float and roam freely between heaven and earth.

Riding on a gust of wind, his soul floated hundreds of miles away under the cover of night and saw the scenery hundreds of miles away.

The body and the soul are still unified, yet they can be independent of each other. From dual perspectives, you can see things in different ways, and the perception of each moment is very different from the past.

Qiu Chuji tested it and found that his soul could now fly thousands of miles on the wind in a short period of time. Even if they were thousands of miles apart, the connection between him and his soul was still extremely clear.

At the same time, his soul can also interfere with reality to a certain extent at the cost of consuming a certain amount of mental energy.

This kind of interference is not as simple as moving objects through the air, but also involves manipulating attributeless or yin-attributed energies such as wind, water, rain, and fog.

It is not wrong to say that Qiu Chuji's soul is roughly equivalent to a powerful old ghost.

When a faint light appeared in the eastern sky, Qiu Chuji's soul issued a warning, and immediately flew back, drilled into the body, hugged the golden elixir again, and sat upright on the spiritual platform.

"Have I trained my primordial spirit to the level of a night-wandering god?" Qiu Chuji had no reference, so he could only look through Taoist books to find the answer he wanted.

(End of this chapter)