The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Lin Du's divine sense was stirring, but suddenly a hand pressed down on his shoulder. "Junior Uncle, let's go to Qinglu Village."

It is Mo Lin.

He rarely reached out to touch Lin Du.

Lin Du suppressed his doubts, thanked the two girls again, and then reached out to close the door.

Almost the instant the door closed, Lin Du saw through the courtyard gate that the two girls turned around and walked into the house together, their silver ornaments rustling.

The group walked out of the alley, and Mo Lin finally spoke, his brows furrowing slightly, "It's a corpse puppet."

Lin Du's heart skipped a beat, and his mind quickly recalled the notes he had written the day before.

Xia Tianwu nodded in agreement. "Indeed, they look no different from ordinary people. The strange flowers and vines concealed the death aura, which is why you didn't notice that those two people had no vitality. Moreover, the method used by the person who created them was exceptionally special. Their physical bodies are almost identical to those before they died, and their expressions and tone of voice remain those of their teenage years before death. And..."

"Those two girls died happily, so they didn't harbor any resentment."

Lin Du had already remembered that in western Yunnan, there was a group of people called corpse refiners who turned corpses into puppets. However, most of them could only act according to instructions, and their appearances still retained the appearance when they were refined. They were generally not very good-looking, and their bodies were filled with extremely dark and evil energy, unlike those two girls who loved to talk and laugh.

She had just thought it was a conscious puppet, but something seemed strange, which was why she hesitated to confirm it.

The book records that there is a kind of corpse puppet that is unaware that it is dead.

Mo Lin didn't let her investigate, perhaps for fear of angering the corpse puppet.

As expected, theory is no substitute for practice. Lin Du casually toyed with the folding fan in his hand.

Tao Xian also heard this, but he didn't say anything, he just mechanically followed along.

"Fellow Daoist Tao, would you mind asking for directions? Or do you know that village?" Lin Du turned his head to look at Tao Xian.

Tao Xian then came to his senses, "I'm afraid I'll have to ask for directions."

Although he was from southern Yunnan and familiar with the distribution of power and customs in various places, this place was in western Yunnan, outside the territory of the Flying Star Sect. The small villages were scattered in the mountains, and it would take some effort to find them.

Lin Du said "Oh," and added, "I thought Fellow Daoist Tao was quite familiar with the mountain villages around here."

After all, when we were on the boat, he said that if you want to eat Lingzong mushrooms, you should go to the mountain villages in western Yunnan, where they are produced and are the freshest.

Perhaps, like her, he's just all talk and no action?

Tao Xian asked another vendor for directions. The vendor had a wooden cart full of mountain goods. Phoenix City was shrouded in mist and the sunlight was not too bright, but Lin Du squinted.

She wanted to crack open Tao Xian's head to see what was hidden inside.

After all, she was always a little uneasy about the people from the Flying Star Sect.

Although this person had no Yin energy and only the spiritual energy fluctuations of a righteous disciple, there was something strange about him.

Having left home early in the morning and arrived in Phoenix City in the afternoon, Shao Fei and Mo Lin, being mortals, were already quite hungry.

It's not that there aren't any fasting pills, but those are for people who go into seclusion in mountain caves for short periods of cultivation, and are not suitable for people who are traveling.

"Let's eat first and then continue our journey." Lin Du glanced at Mo Lin, who was starting to feel cold again, and Shao Fei, whose face had turned pale, and made the final decision.

Tao Xian was taken aback. "Daoist priests, don't you need fasting pills?"

"That stuff is a bit greasy," Lin Du said, arms crossed, "and it's not filling."

She had read the book; the Bigu Dan (a traditional Chinese medicine formula) used ginseng, poria cocos, atractylodes macrocephala, yam, astragalus membranaceus, jujubes, as well as peanuts, chestnuts, walnuts, and other ingredients. Depending on their wealth, the ingredients varied from simple to luxurious, and some even used soybeans.

Simply put, it's a high concentration of protein, carbohydrates, and unsaturated fatty acids.

This stuff is generally used by cultivators when they go into seclusion in mountain caves. Since seclusion mostly involves meditation and cultivation, the consumption is not large, so a few pills can provide the nutrients needed for a day.

Lin Du is still growing and is nicknamed "Always Hungry," while Mo Lin has been practicing body cultivation for many years and is scientifically known as "Always Hungry." The two of them have an absurdly high basal metabolic rate per day, and they need to consume a lot of fasting pills to get enough.

They don't like to eat it either.

The Supreme Sect does not consume fasting pills unless absolutely necessary, since they can reach the fourth stage of cultivation in a few hundred years at most and then not eat or drink.

Tao Xian: ...This damn rich kid.

Do you know how expensive pure spiritual food is outside?

If it's ordinary food that doesn't grow in the spiritual field, it has too many impurities, which is not conducive to cultivation.

These people acted like rich kids who knew nothing of the hardships of ordinary people, taking it for granted that it was just a trivial matter.

Tao Xian whispered, "I'm just an ordinary disciple of the Flying Star Sect. I still need to save money to get married. Please, Daoist, spare me."

"Doesn't your company have an entertainment budget?" Lin Du asked.

It seems Feixingpai isn't doing well either. What good company doesn't allocate entertainment expenses to its external relations staff?

Tao Xian felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest again, and shook his head with a bitter expression.

"Forget it then." Lin Du still had some conscience. "But you don't even have a wife, so why are you saving up for one?"

Aside from a few exceptions within certain lineages, those who cultivate the Tao generally support their own marriages.

Tao Xian scratched his head. "I joined the sect to save up for a wife."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized something: why was he saving up for a wife?

These days, how much does it cost to get married?

Finally, the five of them found a small shop and ate rice noodles.

The brocade robes and jade belts worn by the three members of the Wushang Sect were out of place in the messy environment of the small shop, but the three of them were unaware of it. Inside the shop, there was only a husband and wife, one serving dishes and the other cooking noodles, with hot and sour steam wafting over.

"Boss, twelve bowls of goose meat rice noodles, please." Mo Lin ordered as usual. "Round noodles or flat noodles? Flat ones, please."

Tao Xian was taken aback for a moment. "Daoist Mo Lin, aren't twelve bowls too much? I only need to eat one bowl, and Fellow Daoist Shao will probably also..."

Mo Lin turned and glanced at Tao Xian. "Oh, do you want to eat too?"

"Boss, two more bowls, extra charge."

Tao Xian: ?

He looked helplessly at Lin Du, only to see the young boy's delicate face full of confusion. He then asked, "Are twelve bowls enough? The little girl at the door just now told me that a bowl of noodles is only two liang (100 grams). How about five bowls each?"

Tao Xian clutched his chest, realizing he had actually thought Lin Du had said something serious.

Five people sat around a small wooden table with a chipped edge and knife marks. Four bowls of noodles had just been served when Lin Du casually pushed the two bowls of noodles in front of the two Flying Star Sect members.

Tao Xian was somewhat moved. Then he saw Lin Du and Mo Lin each take a bowl. The aloof female cultivator, who hadn't spoken to him at all, handed them two pairs of chopsticks without changing her expression. "Eat first, don't starve. Your body temperatures are almost colder than ice."

Having witnessed this scene, Tao Xian suddenly felt that the noodles in his bowl no longer tasted good. He was truly despicable.

How could I forget that both of them were injured? How could Shao Fei possibly eat?

But Tao Xian's guilt was quickly replaced by surprise. The two disciples of the Supreme Sect, Lin Feng Zhi Lan, were eating the bowls of noodles with great gusto. In no time, Shao Fei had just finished one bite of noodles when the two bowls were empty.

"Ah, I'm so hungry." Lin Du took the handkerchief Xia Tianwu gave her and wiped her mouth. The Phoenix City flavor was sour and spicy, and the flat rice noodles were soaked in the broth. The meat was also braised until tender, so she could eat it whole without any problem.

One bowl whets the appetite, two bowls fill the stomach, three bowls are flavorful, four bowls are half full, and five bowls are the end of the meal.

At this point, Tao Xian and Shao Fei hadn't even finished their bowls yet.

"Boss, check please." Lin Du stood up, paid for twelve bowls of noodles, and turned to look at the dazed Tao Xian. "Have you finished eating? You can get going if you do."