I, seal everything

Chapter 5 Eating Eyes
Time passed little by little.

In the simple hut, Chen Zheng sat cross-legged like a sculpture, trying his best to let go of his spirit, and practiced the introductory meditation of "Tianmu Refining Shape".

It is different from the "Eighteen Forms of Lianli", which has been mastered by the original master and can be mastered immediately.

Even if it's just an introductory meditation, this strange art is quite obscure and difficult. After sitting for almost an hour, he managed to find some state and achieved the so-called elimination of distracting thoughts.

However this time.

"Grumpy"

There was a rumbling sound in his stomach, a signal of hunger.

"This Huang Jie's cheat book is a bit difficult."

Chen Zheng, who was interrupted, opened his eyes helplessly, and saw that the sun was already rising outside:

"Let's go and fill your belly first."

In martial arts training, eating is as important as practicing. Practicing on an empty stomach is harmful and not beneficial, especially since he has not even had time to drink his saliva since time travel, and he is already very hungry and thirsty.

Before going out, he hesitated, first tore off a strip of cloth from the bed sheet, and used it as a forehead strap to cover the evil eyes between his brows, then pushed the door and walked straight towards the mountain dining hall.

At this moment, on the mountain road, congregants in twos and threes rushed to the dining hall, and many of them seemed to recognize Chen Zheng, and they all cast surprised or envious eyes:
"Look, it's that Chen Zheng!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, he actually came back to life after being transplanted with the third eye. This kid is like smoke from his ancestral grave."

"Didn't you hear? Ma'am, she summoned him in the morning, and it seems that she directly promoted him to a senior congregation."

"What, senior trainees, isn't it that you can only be promoted when you reach the internal training stage? This kid seems to have been a teacher for less than three years, so unexpectedly?"

Whispers came occasionally, but Chen Zheng turned a deaf ear to them and just walked his own way.

When he was about to reach the dining hall, two calls suddenly came from behind:

"Brother Zheng!"

"Wait for us!"

Looking back, two young men in black school uniforms hurried over and greeted with concern:
"Brother Zheng, I saw you!"

"It's great that you're okay!"

One tall and one short, both of them were thin, looking discreet and cautious.

Chen Zheng suddenly recalled that these two people were the unlucky ones who were kidnapped and joined the religion at the same time as the original owner. One was Wu San and the other He Daming.

Because the three of them were all refugees who were kidnapped into the religion, they huddled together to keep warm after joining the religion, and then gradually formed a small group headed by the original owner with the best talent, and also accepted the formal baptism of eye-giving two days ago .

Just glanced over, the two people looked quite normal on the surface, I don't know where the spiritual eyes or evil eyes grew after the baptism of the eyes.

For Chen Zheng, these two people belonged to the ranks of the original owner's friends, and to avoid being exposed, he responded lightly:
"You are here too, let's go and eat."

If you talk too much, you will lose, so he didn't talk to these two people, and continued to walk to the dining hall ahead.

With such a cold attitude, Wu San and He Daming looked at each other in blank dismay, and it was not good to ask more questions in public, so they could only follow behind and entered the dining hall.

There are a total of more than two hundred believers in this rudder base. Except for those sent out, there are more than a hundred permanent believers in the base.

With so many people, eating and drinking in this barren mountain is naturally planned and managed in a unified manner, so the dining hall is quite spacious, and at this moment, many low-level congregants are already queuing up to receive meals.

It's just that some of these congregants look normal, some have eyes like demons, and some have eyes on their cheeks, foreheads, backs of hands, etc., like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Chen Zheng has basically accepted this style of painting, and was about to queue up, but Wu San came up behind him and said in a low voice:
"Brother Zheng, they said that you were promoted by your wife to be a senior congregation?"

Chen Zheng glanced over: "Not bad, how?"

Wu Sanman pointed enviously at another unoccupied entrance:

"Brother Zheng, have you forgotten? High-level congregants have different food and clothing costs than middle- and low-level congregants. You should go there to get food now."

".okay, I get it."

Chen Zheng was stunned, and still didn't explain too much, so he went to the entrance:
The eyes of the congregation behind the stage who were preparing meals were dark red, and they looked at Chen Zheng and his part covered by the forehead band in amazement, obviously knowing his deeds, and brought out a prepared meal without too much embarrassment.

It was a large pot of rice about ten taels, two large pieces of sizzling meat steaks, and a large bowl of broth, full of fragrance and full of weight.

And there was another small plate, which contained a bloody, fist-sized eyeball from an unknown animal!

Looking at this eyeball, Chen Zheng's eyelids twitched:
"what is this?"

"Bull's eye."

The congregation in charge of the spoon, with weird pupils the size of soybeans, let out a strange smile that should be taken for granted:

"Complementing the shape with the shape, this is a rare good thing, which high-level congregation doesn't like it. You have just been promoted, so you probably haven't eaten it yet?"

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The corner of Chen Zheng's mouth twitched, suppressing his nausea, picked up the plate and left without saying a word.

With a glance, he found an unoccupied table and sat down, ignoring the bull's eye, he ate the rice and the steak, and it was a messy meal.

After a while, Wu San and He Daming also came over to sit down with a plate of rice.

With a glance, Chen Zheng saw that there were a few taels of brown rice in it, a few pieces of miscellaneous offal, and two baked potatoes.

Compared with what he ate, it was simply the difference between the beggar's version and the luxurious version.

This is because the rudder base is located in the frontier and the resources are very limited, and the food supply has always been fixed and quantitative.

Not to mention meat, it is not easy for the lower class to keep enough food.

However, the treatment for the high-level congregation is not only rice and noodles, but also a meal of meat every day to supplement nutrition and practice.

Of course, this is also because the high-level teachers are all masters of the internal training level, and there are only a dozen or so in the entire stronghold, which is not a large number, so it can be supplied.

Seeing Chen Zheng munching on the steak, Wu San and He Daming were all envious and flattered:
"Brother Zheng, eat slowly, if it's not enough, we'll give you some."

"Can you tell us what happened last night, when Zi Nei made him speak out about you?"

Chen Zheng filled his stomach quickly, and said vaguely:

"There's nothing to say, but Lord Yan didn't accept me, so I came back. I stayed in the dungeon for one night, and my wife saw that I was fine, so she promoted me to a senior congregation, gave me some rewards, and the rest is gone. .”

He Daming is not good at words, but Wu San said very cleverly:
"As the saying goes, if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed. Brother Zheng, you have now become a high-level church member. We will not be afraid of being bullied by others when we follow you in the future!"

Chen Zheng smiled noncommittally, and waved his hand casually: "Eat."

Wu San and He Daming felt that they had a backer, and they were also happy in their hearts, and they also buried their heads in cooking.

It didn't take long before Chen Zheng ate everything except for the bull's eye that looked particularly pervasive, and then put down his chopsticks contentedly.

Martial arts practice, refining essence and transforming Qi, the appetite of warriors is naturally much larger than that of ordinary people.

More than ten taels of rice, two big pieces of meat steak, which used to be enough for two meals for him, but now he is only seven to eighty percent full, which made him amazed.

The sharp-eyed Wu San saw the remaining bull's eye, and couldn't help being surprised:
"Brother Zheng, it is said that this food is good for the spiritual and third eyes if eaten regularly. Only high-level congregants are eligible to eat it. What do you do?"

Chen Zheng, who had already cast a shadow on this thing, smiled bluntly, and directly turned the bull's eye over:

"I don't want to eat, you two can share if you want to eat."

"Really?"

"Thank you Brother Zheng!"

However, upon hearing this, Wu San and He Daming were overjoyed, they scrambled to split the huge bull's eye in two, and then chewed and swallowed it quickly in fear that someone would snatch it.

Looking at the two people's extremely joyful and satisfied appearances, they looked around at the strange crowd.

Chen Zheng was expressionless, and couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart:
leave!

We must find a way to leave this cult nest!

(End of this chapter)