Uncle Jiu and the other three hurriedly backed away for fear of being splashed by the soup. They couldn't help but suspect that the mushroom soup was really for human consumption.
But as the aroma emanating from the iron stew pot became stronger and stronger, it was indeed quite decent, so much so that there were a few curious and wandering apes on the branches not far away.
As soon as the monkeys wanted to get closer, most of the branches under their feet were corroded by the water vapor floating in the soup, and they were so frightened that they ran away in panic.
Wen Cai couldn't help but look into the pot and saw that the soup was fluorescent green, even brighter in the dark.
In fact, Qin Bai was also worried. Most of the mushrooms stewed in this pot were highly poisonous.
When these toxic substances are mixed together, there will be no life left after drinking it. It can only be described as ten deaths and no life.
Fortunately, Qin Bai made preparations in advance. He redeemed a palm-sized bottle of spices from the points mall, which looked ordinary but had special effects.
This spice can transform toxicity into umami, so I took the opportunity to try it.
Qin Bai poured the spices into the pot, and the fluorescent soup began to change instantly, turning into a viscous, golden color similar to rice porridge.
A faint light radiated from the soup, directly covering up the firelight emitted by the campfire, and the tangy aroma completely subsided.
Uncle Jiu’s master and apprentice looked at each other, this was still cooking.
I'm afraid it's more mysterious than alchemy. I don't know what you put in the soup, so why is it so popular?
Seeing this, Uncle Jiu resolutely refused: "Brother Qin, we still have some dry food to eat, so I won't bother you."
"No, good things should be shared by everyone."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai silently picked up the lichens and prepared for dinner as if they sensed Qin Bai's malice.
They want to fill themselves up as quickly as possible to avoid suffering.
Qin Bai actually felt a little unsure. He scooped some with a spoon and put it to his mouth. He struggled for a long time before taking a sip.
The ultimate taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue, and his soul instantly fell into a state of trance, and the blood in his body couldn't help but rise.
After the taste dissipates, there is still a sweet aftertaste on the tongue, and it becomes more and more obvious.
Qin Bai couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and then he couldn't wait to take out the soup bowl and drink it.
In such a humid and cold mountain forest, there is nothing more enjoyable than a bowl of hot soup.
"Uncle Jiu, why don't you give it a try? This is much more replenishing than a panacea."
Uncle Jiu smiled sarcastically. Just as he was about to refuse, a bowl was forced into his hand, and he was suddenly in a dilemma.
Naturally, Qin Bai couldn't let go of the opportunity to earn points and escape. He muttered to himself: "Become a paper spirit and do nothing but do everything..."
The content of Paper Sword Technique comes slowly, but ends abruptly at the most critical moment.
Uncle Jiu saw that the other party had eaten several bowls without any problems, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and take a sip of mushroom soup. The two apprentices watched closely, for fear of any accident.
"Huh?!!"
Even Uncle Jiu himself didn't expect that the mushroom soup tasted far more delicious than imagined.
And as the soup slides into the stomach, the whole body begins to heat up involuntarily, and the true energy starts to circulate.
He couldn't help but take a few more sips, and felt as if he had found an opportunity for a breakthrough in cultivation, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.
Next, Uncle Jiu drank with his head down. The soup bowl in his hand was filled immediately after it bottomed out, and his movements became more and more voracious.
Qiu Sheng and the two looked confused. Just when they were about to ask, they suddenly saw Uncle Jiu put down the soup bowl, then closed his eyes and meditated to start practicing Qi.
Qin Bai couldn't help but smile proudly.
No matter what the ingredients are, the dishes he cooks do have a certain effect on Taoist practitioners because they are infused with true energy, and are even more effective than ordinary elixirs.
And the effect became even more obvious after Qin Bai broke through the Tao Refining Qi and transformed into a god, and his own Qi became more and more intense.
Uncle Jiu's diners' satisfaction reached an unprecedented ten-star rating.
The large amount of points obtained as a reward is the icing on the cake for Qin Bai now, mainly because the system prompts that his "God of Cookery" talent has been strengthened.
From then on, when Qin Bai was cooking, in addition to injecting true energy into the dishes, Jin Qi could be used as well as Buddha energy, and even demon energy.
By chance, Uncle Jiu achieved a breakthrough in refining Qi through the effect of mushroom soup. As long as he can find an opportunity, he will have the opportunity to refine Qi, transform into God and extend his life for 400 years.
"Thank you Brother Qin, even if you are proficient in alchemy, it is nothing more than this."
Uncle Jiu sighed and said that he was completely convinced by Qin Bai. This was by no means a Taoist method. It could only be said that the other party was extremely talented and had found a path that was unimaginable to ordinary people.
"You're welcome. With Uncle Jiu's cultivation, even if you don't make a breakthrough this time, you will have a chance soon."
Qin Bai felt that it would be more interesting to have more familiar colleagues like Jiu Shu Yan Chixia in the world.
He didn't want to wait until hundreds of years passed before he could find any Taoist friends to drink and chat with.
After hearing this, Uncle Jiu shook his head. He knew his situation better than anyone else, because his relationship with the orthodoxy had gone astray, which also led to extremely slow progress in cultivation.
At his current age of early forties, if he waits another ten years to reach perfection, it would be a luxury to hope for a breakthrough in refining Qi.
After Uncle Jiu regained his composure, he turned to look at Qin Bai and said, "Brother Qin, I wonder if my two apprentices can..."
"It's okay, but they haven't even spent a hundred days building the foundation. Half a bowl is enough."
Qin Bai filled bowls for Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, and then ignored the two people who were still confused.
"Uncle Jiu, I've always wanted to ask you, what's the purpose of going to Miao territory this time?"
Uncle Jiu guessed that the other party would ask sooner or later, so he smiled bitterly and said, "In order to track down the four corpses that were dug up next to the gap in the underworld a few years ago."
Qin Bai didn't have much idea about zombies, but after thinking about it carefully, he noticed something strange.
Zombies are transformed from humans who are corroded by demonic auras. This is similar to half-demon, except that the demonic auras are slightly different. One is demonic and the other is Yin.
"Zombies are essentially formed from the body parts of a person after death, so the talents of zombies also vary depending on the person's physique."
From Uncle Jiu’s words, Qin Bai also learned about the types of zombies.
Generally, a newly deceased corpse will be corroded by Yin energy and turn purple. If it turns into a corpse, it will become a purple zombie. This type of zombie cannot even move freely.
After being able to move, the zombie's skin will lose all color and turn pale white, which is white zombie.
Bai Zhan is afraid of people, dogs, light, and fire, and ordinary people can deal with it.
It wasn't until the zombies grew green hair that they had the possibility to hurt people, but they were still afraid of the sun.
The arm that Qin Bai swallowed before was hairy. At this time, the zombie usually has a thousand years of cultivation and can even travel during the day.
After two thousand years of cultivation, the zombies have further transformed into flying zombies. Their spiritual intelligence is no weaker than that of ordinary people, and they are able to cast spells and temporarily control the air.
Next came the wandering corpses of four thousand years. Uncle Ninth didn't know much about this kind of corpse. He had never encountered anyone above Mao Zhan before.
While the two were talking, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai carefully took a sip of mushroom soup, and their skin suddenly turned red.
They subconsciously started practicing Qi training, and felt an unfamiliar breath flowing through their meridians.
However, Qiu Sheng and Qiu Sheng had better luck than Qin Bai.
Although the technique passed down by Uncle Jiu is incomplete, it belongs to the direct line of Maoshan. At least the stage of refining and transforming Qi is very complete, and it can be completed step by step to build the foundation in a hundred days.
Uncle Jiu looked at his apprentice's condition and stopped paying attention. He told Qin Bai about the origin of the zombies.
There is a rift in the underworld hidden in a hidden place in southern Guangdong. From Uncle Jiu's description, it should be far less big than the rift outside Gusu City, only about half a meter.
But when it was discovered, Uncle Jiu felt something unusual.
A large number of corpses were piled up next to the crack, and under the influence of the yin energy emitted, there was a possibility of turning into corpses.
And what frightened them the most was that these corpses had similar faces, not even twin brothers, let alone dozens of them.
Uncle Jiu didn't hesitate much at that time. He moved the body out of the crack in the underworld and tried to burn it clean.
Speaking of this, Uncle Jiu's eyes were full of fear.
At that time, the flames were raging, but the bones inside suddenly seemed to come to life, struggling to crawl out. The scene was like a chaotic dance of demons.
Fortunately, if the formation is properly arranged, not even zombies can escape, let alone corpses contaminated with Yin Qi.
The fire lasted for three days. There was light rain during this period, but fortunately it did not extinguish the flames.
But after the bones were turned into ashes, Uncle Jiu discovered something was wrong when he counted the ashes. There were seventy-three corpses in total, but there were only sixty-nine piles of ashes.
The formation was still intact, but there were various signs that four corpses had channeled spirits and escaped from the fire during the burning.
Qin Bai asked curiously: "Uncle Ninth, were you the master and the apprentice only present at that time?"
Uncle Jiu shook his head and replied: "Of course it's more than that. The matter is too involved. Almost all the fellow disciples in Maoshan are here. After all, this matter is unusual."
However, because Maoshan's Taoist tradition has been wiped out, the strength of these monks is not strong, and most of them can only refine their energy.
Qin Bai asked the other party about his doubts, whether someone among them had moved the body out, but Uncle Jiu shook his head and said it was impossible. Such a fire could not be approached at all.
The brothers in Maoshan used the ashes to follow the traces of the corpse and left each other. Uncle Jiu did the same, and then encountered the strange zombie outside Gusu City.
He didn't mention Jidian in his words, and he might also be afraid.
Qin Bai thought about it and realized that the zombie mentioned by the other party seemed to be the one he and Zuo Qianhu killed in Yizhuang.
Unexpectedly, even after his head was chopped off, he was still alive, and his vitality was so strong that he transformed into another weird monster.
Qin Bai pondered for a long time and then said: "If I'm not wrong, the corpse you found next to the crack in the underworld has nothing to do with the one found in Yizhuang outside Gusu City."
"Why?"
Uncle Jiu frowned. It was true that the appearance of the corpse was unclear due to decomposition, but it was indeed related to the ashes.
"I suspect that the zombies in Yizhuang are just used to deceive others. There should be quite a few left in various parts of the Song Dynasty. I'm afraid you brothers are tracking them the same way."
Qin Bai wondered how Uncle Jiu could finally determine that the incident occurred in Miao territory. In these days, he had not seen the other party use magic to determine the location.
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but take a breath. It seemed that he had undoubtedly been involved in other people's arrangements.
Fortunately, the mastermind behind the scenes probably didn't have enough power to deal with them, otherwise he would have already taken action when burning the corpses.
Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but take out the talisman to contact his brothers. As the spiritual light traveled far away, it took a lot of time to go back and forth.
Qin Bai glanced at Uncle Jiu and said, "If you don't want to participate in this matter, you can stay away. It will be too late when you get to Miaojiang."
Uncle Jiu shook his head and said, "After all, zombies are involved. Even if Maoshan is already weak, we can always help you."
"That's okay. I guess your burning of the corpses has mostly interfered with the plans of the people behind the scenes, so there won't be much risk next."
Qin Bai closed his eyes and observed the movement in the aquarium. Mao Zong's arms were lying on the ground without any movement, but Chen Captou's soul had successfully transformed into a Yin Shen.
He did not rush to call out, but waited for Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai to finish meditating. During this period, Qin Bai taught the paper swordsmanship to Uncle Jiu.
It took the two of them a full night to complete the hundred-day foundation building, and they officially entered the practice, and their Dantian was full of tireless energy.
However, it is still a bit reluctant to cast spells, and you must at least cultivate your true energy to a certain level to be able to do it.
Uncle Jiu has been practicing spells for a long time. He has rich experience and good talent in this area. The threshold for refining a paper sword is almost the same. He just needs to find a quiet environment to retreat.
Qin Bai couldn't help much in this regard. The paper swords he made were all mixed with blood, making it impossible for others to use Ruyi.
After resting for a moment, Qin Bai opened his mouth and spit out the Yin Shen.
Yin Shen still looks like Chen Captou, but his face looks a little dull, and there is a faint hint of ferocity.
The expressions of Uncle Jiu and his disciples were a little stiff. This method had nothing to do with decency. It was to drive the souls of living people and swallow them into their stomachs...
This made them think of being a puppet of a tiger. It is said that people killed by tigers will turn into ghosts.
Qin Bai's expression was indifferent, as if it was just a trivial matter. Speaking of it, he was indeed using magic methods, so he simply lay down.
The Yin God absorbed the Yin Qi from the outside world and moved its body, but it did not obey the order to lead the way and planned to escape.
This is the difference between an ordinary soul and a pseudo-soul that becomes a Yin God. If the former does not have a Yin Commander in charge, it is easy for them to rebel.
Qin Bai was not in a hurry to release Yin Shuai. He smiled and directly put his hand on Yin Shen's shoulder, and Buddha's light poured directly over him.
The Yin Shen's body became blurred, and his expression was even more twisted in pain. It tried its best to struggle, but it didn't work at all.
Master Jiu and his disciples could not help but shudder as they watched Qin Bai torture Yin Shen with a sick smile on his face.
Soon the Yin Shen became obedient. Because he still had ordinary intelligence, Qin Bai began to learn the Miao language from him.
After all, when there is a Miao tribe, we can't bring a Yin Shen translator with us.
It's not difficult for him to have the talent of one eye and ten lines and the memory blessed by divine thoughts. It only takes a few days to have a good look.
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