Chengshuo neither refused Yuan Xiujie's invitation nor rushed to agree.
He said cautiously: "I know how tormenting the unrefined 'power of pain' can be."
"It has only been less than half a month since I was tortured by the 'power of pain', and I already feel so painful that I don't want to live anymore."
"So I want to know, how did fellow Taoist survive in Ruyun City for more than a year? Just selling fried rice noodles to divert attention?"
"How is that possible?" Yuan Xiujie shook his head and said with a smile: "This fried rice noodle stall is just a pastime. I set up this stall mainly because my ancestors all sold fried rice noodles."
"So on the surface, I'm selling fried rice noodles, but actually I'm selling feelings."
"Although I am a monk, I don't want to lose the craftsmanship of my ancestors... I don't dare to say too much. For this fried rice noodle, if I am ranked second in Ruyun City, then no one dares to be ranked first! "
Yuen Xiujie’s fried rice stall seems to be very popular indeed.
During the time when I was talking to Chengshuo, three or five passers-by came to the noodle stall.
These passers-by all seemed to know Yuan Xiujie’s identity as a monk.
One of them said in a respectful tone: "Master Yuan, make some fried rice noodles and make it spicy."
There are also regular customers who have been here more than once: "I want one too, it's still the same as before."
Although Yuan Xiujie is a monk, he does not have any airs of a monk.
He cupped his fists and saluted the customers in front of the noodle stall, and said in a kind tone: "Everyone, I'm so sorry. I have something to do today, so I won't go out of the stall."
As he said that, he hung a sign that said 'Closed' in front of the noodle stall.
It seems that this is not the first time Yuan Xiujie has done this.
When all the guests saw him, they didn't say much and just left with regretful expressions on their faces.
After sending away the guests, Yuan Xiujie skillfully cooked a plate of fried noodles for Chengshuo, with a sense of confidence in his words and deeds.
"Come on, fellow Taoist, try how my fried rice noodles taste."
Yuan Xiujie’s fried noodles are very particular.
To add flavor, he specially added dried shrimps and fish to the noodles, as well as eggs, bean sprouts and other side dishes.
The frying heat is also very good.
picture.
It's so similar....
For a moment, Cheng Sheng had the illusion that he was back on earth, eating late-night snacks at a night market stall.
He took two bites with chopsticks and said with emotion on his face: "This fried rice noodle tastes really authentic!"
"Authentic?"
Yuan Xiujie was stunned when he heard this and said: "Listening to what you said, fellow Taoist, could it be that you have eaten fried noodles like this in other places?"
"lets change a topic."
Chengshuo smiled bitterly and shook his head, but did not respond directly.
He repeated the previous question: "I want to know now, how did you survive being tortured by the 'power of pain' in your body for a whole year?"
"Of course it depends on this."
Yuan Xiujie shook the high-fruit tea bag on the stall and said, "I just saw Taoist Brother Tieniu. Aren't you also drinking tea in the teahouse? You should have felt the effects of high-fruit tea."
really.
High fruit tea does have the effect of relieving pain....
After hearing what Yuan Xiujie said, Chengshuo's eyes became clear.
He asked: "Do you know, fellow Taoist Yuan, what exactly is put in this high fruit tea, and why does it have the effect of relieving pain?"
"I really don't know that."
Yuan Xiujie replied: "I once went to the teahouse and asked the shopkeeper about the recipe of high fruit tea. I even saw them pickling dried fruits, drying barley tea leaves, fermenting and cooking caramel."
"But these preparation processes are very ordinary...and whether it is dried fruits, tea leaves or sugar candies, they themselves have no pain-relieving effect."
"But after brewing it into high fruit tea, it can be used to relieve the 'power of pain' in your body and mine."
"I really can't understand the reason for this."
Chengshuo nodded.
Since he couldn't figure out the reason, he stopped worrying about this issue.
Yuan Xiujie returned to the topic and said: "Having said so much, I wonder if fellow Taoists are interested in traveling to the Blood Forest in three months?"
Cheng Sheng didn't say anything, he just ate fried rice noodles on the greasy old wooden table.
After all the fried noodles on the plate were eaten, he said, "May I ask, is Fellow Taoist Yuan a casual cultivator?"
This sentence is to find out the details of Yuan Xiujie.
After all, it is essential to be on guard against others.
Regarding this, Yuan Xiujie was calm: "I am not a casual cultivator. I joined the Beixian Mountain Sect within about a month of coming to Ruyun City."
"If fellow Taoists are interested in joining, I can take them to my sect and introduce them to me..."
Beixian Mountain...
Hearing the words "Beixian Mountain", Cheng Sheng immediately recalled the six-person group from Beixian Mountain that he had met in the "Ancient Buddha Ruins".
Due to cannibalism, five of the six people died in the murals of the ancient Buddhist ruins.
There is another person left who has spent hundreds of years in vain in the murals.
I don't know how he is doing now...
Out of curiosity about the man's current situation, and because it was still three months before the Blood Forest opened, Cheng Sheng accepted Yuan Xiujie's invitation.
…
At the same time.
Leizhou, on the official road dozens of miles away from Ruyun City.
Tieniu sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his forehead with his hand, showing a painful expression on his face.
After waiting like this for a long time, he suddenly felt something in his heart and looked up at the sky.
Mid-air.
The old monk, who was dressed in a brocade cassock and whose whole body was spotless, made a green leaf magic weapon fall from the sky to the ground.
After seeing the old monk, Tieniu hurriedly greeted him and said in a respectful tone: "Disciple is alive, let's meet the master!"
"Amitabha!"
Seeing Tieniu's brows furrowed, as if he was enduring pain all the time, the old monk showed a look of compassion.
Without saying a word, he immediately took out three pills from his storage bag and handed them to Tieniu: "Disciple, these are the last three pills of relief. Take them carefully."
"Only three are left?"
Tieniu was shocked when he heard this and said: "Three Slow Heart Pills can only last about three months... What will happen after three months?"
"Don't worry about that." The old monk said calmly, "Calculating the time, the white fog in the Blood Forest will subside in three months."
"After three months, you wait for me directly outside the blood forest. I will naturally take you to the blood forest to collect blood tree sap."
"When you drink the sap of the blood tree, the 'power of pain' in your body will naturally be resolved."
Is that so....
Tieniu's eyes showed contemplation and he remained silent.
The old monk was also silent.
He looked at Chengsheng quietly as if looking at a piece of beautiful jade.
After watching this for a long time, he finally spoke: "With your current cultivation level, as long as you can solve the problem of 'power of pain' in your body, you should be able to contain the evil spirit into your body."
"At that time, I will take you back to my little Buddhist residence to meet the abbot and make you officially a lay disciple of my little Buddhist."
What the old monk said made Tieniu look happy and say, "Thank you so much, Master!"
"Um."
The old monk looked Tieniu up and down again.
He nodded with satisfaction and said: "Then...if there is nothing else, I will take the first step as a teacher."
"Master, take care!"
Tieniu put his hands together and saluted.
"Yes." After the old monk responded, he urged the green leaf magic weapon under his feet to rise from the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
On the official road.
Seeing the old monk leaving, the joy on Tieniu's face immediately disappeared.
Instead, there was a look of deep fear on his face...
