Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 199 Where You Are Heading Is Actually the Human World

Chen Xu and the Wild Goose Ghost King sat facing each other.

The Wild Goose Ghost King exclaimed in surprise, "Eh!" as he looked at the rice in Chen Xu's palm.

It was just a small handful of ordinary rice, yet it made the Ghost King momentarily dazed.

But after a moment of confusion, the Wild Goose Ghost King shook his head and said, "No, it's still not right. The rice grains in the porridge I ate back then weren't this good."

The rice grains aren't this good?
Chen Xu took a deep look at the Ghost King sitting cross-legged, and it seemed that his guess was correct.

So Chen Xu took the handful of rice from his palm, and opened his palm again, revealing a small handful of unpolished rice and a small handful of millet.

He carefully observed the expression of the Wild Goose Ghost King and saw that he was stunned and his gaze was fixed on the coarse rice. His face, which looked fierce and rugged, was now filled with a deeper sense of loneliness.

Chen Xu suddenly made a hand seal, drawing a wisp of water out of thin air from the vast Yin energy of the Netherworld.

This is not the Jade Dew Spring water from his kitchen, but natural water from the human world, flowing through the netherworld!

Chen Xu's move caused the Wild Goose Ghost King, who had been somewhat dazed, to suddenly sit up straight.

The tray ghost was startled once again.

Diverting water should not have been anything unusual.

However, being in the netherworld, yet drawing water from the human world, this magic that spans the realms of yin and yang to draw water is truly extraordinary.

The tray ghost's head was spinning again, completely confused.

He felt that he had been overestimating the "hanging ghost" in front of him, but every time he was not paying attention, he would find that he still knew too little.

How could a ghost of such a level be able to draw water across Yin and Yang?

Little did anyone know that this was also the first time Chen Xu had used this technique.

He had just experienced the illusion of karmic fire, which allowed him to break through his fire control technique, accelerate the condensation of the fire seed, and comprehend a new divine power, the Six Paths of Desolation.

Although the Six Paths of Heaven and Earth are still in the process of awakening, they have not yet truly mastered them.

But at the same time, Chen Xu found that his understanding of the Netherworld had been enhanced.

Although he was in the netherworld, he could clearly sense the human world.

That's not all; he can even penetrate the barrier between Yin and Yang, and summon wind, fire, and water from the human world at will.

Fundamentally, this actually reflects Chen Xu's deepened understanding of the concept that "the netherworld and the human world are one."

His seemingly casual water-drawing technique may not have much destructive power, but the profound Daoist meaning it contains is something even the Wild Goose Ghost King must take seriously.

Because the Wild Goose Ghost King realized that he couldn't do what Chen Xu did.

With a splash, water flowed into the earthenware jar.

Two handfuls of brown rice were added in, followed by a handful of japonica rice.

The water boiled over a large fire, and the rice grains tumbled in it.

Wisps of steam rose from it and enveloped the ghost mask.

Chen Xu recounted: "My family was poor in the past, and we couldn't afford to eat porridge made from pure white rice. My mother managed the household finances, wishing she could stretch every penny to its limit, but she was also worried that we wouldn't eat well and that our health would collapse."

They would cook porridge for us with a mixture of brown rice and white rice. A day with more white rice was considered a good day, as it was meant to nourish our bodies.

But my mother didn't know that brown rice, apart from having a slightly inferior taste, is actually more nutritious than refined rice.

In the village, being able to afford thick porridge made from brown rice was considered a sign of a well-off family.

The Ghost King of Wild Goose Feathers was drawn to his words and actions, his gaze falling on the bubbling and churning porridge.

He couldn't help but ask, "Brown rice is actually more nutritious than white rice? How is that possible? This is the first time I've ever heard of such a thing."

Chen Xu spoke casually, as if chatting about everyday matters: "Rice is the essence of water and soil. When the unhusked rice is first removed from its husk, it is considered to be in its original state. The bran is retained, and the germ remains inside, just like a spiritual seedling breathing in its embryonic stage."

As the saying goes, whole grains are the embodiment of the vital energy of heaven and earth. Medical practitioners also say that those who eat the sprouts will receive the divine essence of the grain and live forever.

Bran is actually the protective energy of grains, while refined rice, having its bran removed, seems to be about removing the dross and keeping the essence, but in reality, it's like splitting a pearl to get the pulp, or buying the box and returning the pearl.

The unpolished rice we ate when we were poor was actually more in line with the natural order and the way of simplicity.

Polished rice has a better texture and a more translucent appearance. Ultimately, very few people in the world, once they can afford polished rice, will go back to eating brown rice.

As he spoke slowly and deliberately, he dipped a long-handled wooden spoon into the earthenware jar and gently stirred the rice grains in the boiling water.

Steam rose up, and the porridge boiled over a large fire.

What seemed like an ordinary movement possessed an indescribable sense of rhythm when performed by Chen Xu.

This rhythm, accompanied by Chen Xu's sultry, wispy tone of voice, unconsciously transports the listener back to the human world.

The hustle and bustle of the ghost market was completely shut out, and all the noise was like a painting being concealed.

The Wild Goose Ghost King listened attentively to Chen Xu's words and couldn't help but reply, "I...I'm not like that!"

After he blurted out those words, the expression on his ferocious ghost face involuntarily changed.

To be honest, he didn't actually remember how many years he had been a ghost.

He had long forgotten most of the things that happened in the human world during the long years in the underworld.

His only obsession seemed to be the knife in his hand.

If it weren't for the aroma of porridge wafting over earlier, which suddenly reminded him of those days, he wouldn't have even remembered that there was such a bowl of porridge deep in his memory.

Its fragrance is delicate and pure, carrying a long-lost warmth in the yellowed years.

This bowl of porridge may seem unimportant, but it is extremely important at this moment.

The Ghost King of Wild Goose Feather unconsciously stroked the ghost knife at his waist. An indescribable emotion caused countless images to flash through his mind and then quickly disappear.

Some hazy memories have become inexplicably clear at this moment.

He looked down at his ghostly hand, his voice gradually lowering: "I... I wasn't originally a swordsman. I... I was just an ordinary young man trying to make a living."

That year I married my wife and we had a daughter.

I farm, and my wife weaves cloth. Life is hard, but we can still make ends meet.

When did things start to change?

Oh, it's a landlord from the neighboring village who suddenly came to our village and used all sorts of methods to buy up all the land owned by our neighbors.

Even if someone doesn't want to sell, there will always be a few good-for-nothing offspring in the family.

Whether it's gambling debts piling up at your door, getting into trouble outside and having your leg broken, or suddenly falling seriously ill...

My youngest daughter fell into the water and fell ill, so we had no choice but to sell all our land.

After selling all our land, my family became tenant farmers.

Life became even more difficult, but even so, the world did not let us off the hook.

That evening, the son of the village headman, drunk, broke into my house and tried to assault my wife.

How can I possibly endure this any longer?
I went into the kitchen, grabbed the only cleaver in the house, and killed the beast with one blow.

Hehehe, the beast is dead, but the matter is not over.

Knowing I could not stay here any longer, I immediately told my wife to pack our belongings, as I was taking her and my daughter away from the village.

In the middle of the night, the village head and his men came after me. I picked up my cleaver and killed several more people.

And then, guess what happened?

(End of this chapter)