Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 117

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuqing gritted his teeth.

It doesn't matter what kind of evil it is, as long as it is a skill, practice it!

The thought is clear, and he is no longer entangled.

The possible hidden dangers of practicing magic arts will be discussed later. If you can't even pass the "Old Temple Novice Pass" right now, it will be the difference between early death and late death anyway.

That's a lot of worries.

Take one step at a time.

After thinking about everything thoroughly, Zhang Yuqing untied his knot, and immediately felt that everything around him looked much more pleasing to the eye.

The uneasiness of lack of strength brought about by inexplicably coming to a world with a clear existence of extraordinary existence has also dissipated a lot.

Not even the eerie knocking and cursing at the door tonight could affect him.

Listening to the two broken door panels of the wooden house being slapped by the "weird" behind the door, Zhang Yuqing turned a deaf ear to it, and silently said in his heart, "I have a kind of you to come in!" '

"Bang bang bang!!! Zhang Yuqing, you must die!!!"

"I am going to kill you!!"

Just like last night, the door knocker made a fuss in the small courtyard for another hour before gradually dispersing.

And Zhang Yuqing, who had let go of his guard, had already fallen asleep leaning on the bed board.

He had no more nightmares that night.

Looking at the sky, the familiar evening, the dim sun hanging obliquely on the distant mountains.

Zhang Yuqing yawned, and said to the man with the mole, "Morning, brother!"

The man with the mole seemed to turn a blind eye to his weird routine, nodded and said: "Drink the meat porridge."

His words were much colder than yesterday, and he said in a commanding tone.

Zhang Yuqing remained calm, got up top-heavy, picked up the porcelain bowl and drank a bowl of delicious meat porridge.

The man with the mole had no expression on his face, the skin on his face seemed to be stuck with glue, and he always had a rigid and rigid face.

But his slightly smiling pupils revealed that he was in a very happy mood at the moment, and he was very satisfied with Zhang Yuqing's obedient behavior.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuqing took the opportunity to propose going out for a walk.

The man with the mole didn't stop him, but said calmly: "Go, don't go too far, and don't leave the temple gate, it's dangerous outside."

"You are weak now, and the foundation building is at the most critical time. You are only three days away from successfully passing the foundation building period of 49 days. It is normal to feel a little uncomfortable during this period of time."

"Your body is being gradually improved to adapt to the state of heaven and earth vitality. The human body is the most natural and harmonious time in the mother's womb. You don't need to breathe turbid air through your mouth and nose, but breathe in heaven and earth vitality."

"But after leaving the mother's womb, it is contaminated with acquired filth. This world of mortals is like a furnace, which makes people feel smug. The body is filthy and dirty. It must be thoroughly washed before the scrawny child comes into the world!"

The more the man with the mole spoke, the more excited his words became, and even his face, which had not changed color for a long time, wrinkled a few times, as if his face was covered with flesh and blood.

Zhang Yuqing pretended to listen respectfully, and took the opportunity to ask: "Brother, which god is the bony boy?"

Hearing his question, the crazy-looking man with black mole suddenly calmed down, glanced at him coldly, and said through his teeth: "Why are you asking this?"

"Didn't I hear you say that the purpose of establishing the foundation is to welcome the arrival of the real immortal? I wondered if it was the ancestor of my sect who ascended to the fairy world? When I was begging for food, I always heard people say that my family So-and-so practiced to become an immortal and ascended to the upper realm, I thought this bony man was also a true immortal!"

The man with the mole sneered twice, his dry throat was like a coffin lid sliding back and forth, and he let out a 'chirp' laugh.

"The lies of ordinary people! There are no gods and ghosts in this world!"

The man with the black mole has a serious tone: "The bony man is the incarnation of the principle of heaven and earth, and it is 'the fine man forgets right and wrong, forgets gains and losses, what is here is not the other, and the man who embraces the spirit is always dark and bright, and when he is strong or weak, what is there is not here.", It is the immortal Buddha who transcends the definition of reincarnation in the three realms, and it is the source of mysteries and mysteries that cannot be guessed, spoken orally, or presented on paper!"

It was rare for the man with the mole to talk so much to Zhang Yuqing, but he half understood, his head was dazed, and he didn't understand the true meaning.

Seemingly seeing Zhang Yuqing's doubts, the man with the mole was not annoyed, but said indifferently: "This is not something you should understand now, and after you have succeeded in building a foundation and embarked on the road of martial arts, you will come to explore the world. It makes sense."

"You have to remember that everything in the world has a definite number, which is controlled by the gods of all parties. At the beginning of martial arts, it was a group of people who believed in these supreme existences. It makes the martial arts in the world flourish in a variety of ways."

"You, an apprentice who has never even had a glimpse of the martial arts, want to understand the origin of these martial arts, it is tantamount to whimsical!"

"Okay, okay, senior brother, I went out to watch them practice martial arts!" Zhang Yuqing replied cautiously, as if frightened by the criticism of the black mole.

"Go!" He waved his hand.

After leaving the dilapidated house, Zhang Yuqing walked up to a senior brother with a familiar face and said hello: "This senior brother, next to Zhang Yuqing, I have met my senior brother."

He cupped his fists, respectfully.

"Under Koufeng, what is Junior Brother Zhang doing?"

After being stopped, the man was impatient and said in a neutral tone.

"Brother, to be honest, I have just started and I am not very familiar with everything here. Now I am a little hungry, and I don't even know where the kitchen is. Could you please show me the way to the kitchen?"

Zhang Yuqing clutched his stomach with a helpless expression on his face.

Kou Feng looked up and down the junior fellow speechlessly, pointed to the southeast corner and said, "When you turn a corner, you can see a small smoky two-story house, which is the kitchen."

"Thank you, brother!"

Zhang Yuqing thanked the other party, took a few steps around, and the front suddenly became clear.

There is a quadruple courtyard dam in the depths of the old temple. They only live in the third courtyard, and inside are even more dilapidated and old buildings, which are used as temporary kitchens and huts.

Knock on the door and go into the kitchen.

Inside, a burly man with a big shoulder, a shaved head, and beads of sweat on the back of his head was busy working with his back facing him.

"Chop chop chop chop!!!"

The kitchen knife kept chopping something on the chopping board, making rattling noises.

The man was muttering something, and he laughed and muttered: "I will chop you to death! See if you still run away! Hee hee, chop you to death!"

Zhang Yuqing coughed lightly, startling the other party.

The man didn't move his body, turned his head 180 degrees suddenly, turned around, and said in a vicious voice, "What are you doing?!"

Zhang Yuqing was startled, but pretended to be nonchalant, smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Senior brother, next time Zhang Yuqing, I got up late and only drank a bowl of meat porridge, and now I am very hungry, can I have some food to fill my stomach?"

"Over there, take whatever you want, don't bother me!"

The burly man has a bad temper and seems to hate others disturbing him to chop things. Although he turned his head to talk to Zhang Yuqing, his hands still kept on chopping something vigorously on the chopping board.

He was still chanting: "Annoying me? Choke you to death!! Hehe, everyone will be chopped to death!! Hee hee——!"

"Thank you, brother." Zhang Yuqing turned a blind eye, cupped his hands, and walked towards the stove.

The burly man's eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, seeing that he seemed to be looking for some vegetables and fruits that could be eaten raw, he stopped paying attention to him and turned his head to continue his work.

'Glutinous rice... there should be glutinous rice. I can taste the porridge mixed with rice and a small amount of glutinous rice. '

He saw several jars in the hiding place, and when he opened them, he found a jar full of glutinous rice.

Zhang Yuqing quietly opened the storage bag and collected some glutinous rice.

"Why is it glutinous rice? You can't swallow it dry." Zhang Yuqing complained and sealed the lid of the jar.

The burly man ignored him and continued chopping the kitchen knife with a giggle.

'I have to find a bowl to hold water. '

Zhang Yuqing rummaged around for a while, and his arm passed the bowl and chopsticks unintentionally, and put away a porcelain bowl.

"Gong Xiang also has it?" He looked at the bundles of incense paper money in the cupboard speechlessly, took three out and stuffed them into the storage bag.

'It's all alive——'

He propped himself up and said casually: "Brother, there is nothing to fill your stomach. Hey, I'd better get up early tomorrow and eat a few more bowls of rice."

"Hold on."

Seeing that Zhang Yuqing was about to leave, the burly man turned around with a sullen face, holding a bloody kitchen knife in his hand, staring at him expressionlessly with a large smear of blood stained on his chest.

"Show me if there is anything hidden in your pocket. If I catch you with dirty hands and feet, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to leave me..."

There was a clearly visible secret joy hidden in his eyes, as if he was confident about whether he could catch Zhang Yuqing.

Obviously, he allowed Zhang Yuqing to steal, and even deliberately turned his head back to indulge him, so that he could steal items with confidence.

The purpose is to get the stolen goods at this moment!
"Hee hee, the master said, the disciple who made a mistake will be punished by me... Even the second senior brother can't go against the master's decision~"

The big man is full of beards, and there is a touch of "coquettish" on his fleshy face when he mentions the master. It seems that he is very proud of having a backer.

However, Zhang Yuqing almost spit out the meat porridge he just ate because such a flesh and blood butcher acted like a little girl.

He was calm and calm, without any resistance, and said indifferently: "Oh? Since the senior brother is suspicious, then why not ask the senior brother to search? I will not do anything wrong, and I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door!"

The fat and strong bald cook held a kitchen knife dripping with blood and looked around Zhang Yuqing suspiciously.

He tossed back and forth four or five times carefully, but he couldn't find even a single grain of rice in Zhang Yuqing's body.

As for the storage bag, even if a person without consciousness opened the bag, he would not be able to see anything, it was just an empty cloth bag.

"Did I read it wrong?"

He murmured to himself, with the flesh on his face twitching slightly, and waved to Zhang Yuqing with a look of disgust: "Get out, get out! Seeing your sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks make me angry!

You are lucky today, knowing that you should keep your hands and feet clean in your grandpa's butcher shop, and I didn't let your grandpa catch me, so you won't be so lucky next time! "

A huge force squeezed towards his chest, the cook just pushed his hand as if there was nothing, Zhang Yuqing felt as if a heavy truck was crushed and crashed, it almost didn't break his tendons, but his footsteps were unstable, Staggered out of the kitchen.

"Snapped!"

The two crimson wooden doors slammed shut with a creak, and there was the sound of the cook cursing and the sound of crazily chopping meat like a strong wind and rain.

"Dian guy!" Zhang Yuqing took a deep breath, rubbed his chest, and looked down.

Sure enough, the skin was bruised and blood was oozing out, and he suffered serious injuries in just one stroke.

He bared his teeth in pain, breathing heavily to suppress the severe pain.

This cook has extraordinary martial arts, his every move is like a mad cow, and there are not a dozen masters who can't suppress it at all.

From Zhang Yuqing's point of view, those disciples of the same school who practiced martial arts every day can barely be called flamboyant fists and legs in front of this cook, not enough for this person to fight with one hand.

If you add the black iron kitchen knife in his hand that chops meat like mud.

Once it is launched, the wave is full of water, and it enters the crowd, blood will flow into a river immediately, and people block and kill!
Such a person should be a master in the martial arts, but he would be a cook incognito in this sect.

In particular, it seems that this person's nerves are not normal, and he has a strong desire to destroy.

Being stared at by him from beginning to end, people can't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies.

That look, as if the person standing opposite him is not a person, not the same kind, but a random selection of livestock in the vegetable market, dishes for human consumption.

Zhang Yuqing limped back to the bedroom. Seeing him clutching his stomach and sweating, the man with the mole turned cold and asked sharply, "Who did it?"

He had warned those disciples many times that they were not allowed to do anything to Zhang Yuqing, and some people dared not even listen to his words.

Perhaps, it was because they stayed in this old temple for so long that they all forgot the past "reputation" of their second senior brother.

It's time to find out a few typical ones, so as to help them remember well, why I was their senior brother for a day, and I can always press on their heads and treat them like pigs and dogs all my life.

Seeing his sullen face, he clenched his five fingers into a rare fist, crushing the wooden board into powder with a click, Zhang Yuqing shook his head bitterly: "It's a bald senior in the kitchen."

"Third Junior Brother?!"

The man with the mole quickly calmed down, stared straight at Zhang Yuqing and said coldly, "What are you doing to provoke him? Didn't I tell you not to go to the kitchen alone except during meal times?"

"This..." Zhang Yuqing smiled wryly: "It seems that the day when the foundation building is completed is getting closer and closer, and my bones are getting weaker and weaker. Not only does my sleep duration extend several times, but I even get hungry a lot more. "

"I just finished eating the meat porridge and went out for a walk. I felt dizzy and hungry, so I thought about going to the kitchen to ask for something to eat. Unexpectedly, I didn't get food, but the bald senior brother suspected me of stealing something, and sent me I push the door out!"

"My body is weak, and my thighs are not as thick as his arms. When I was hit, my bones were almost broken, so I didn't die on the spot..."

Hearing Zhang Yuqing's endless complaints, the man with the mole waved his hand: "Okay, okay, stop complaining."

"The third junior brother is very much loved by the master on weekdays. No matter what he does, as long as the master does not blame him, none of us can touch him. If you offend him, you will consider yourself unlucky!"

The man with the mole shook his head: "I won't vent your anger on you, besides..."

He stepped forward and stared at Zhang Yuqing suspiciously: "You really didn't steal anything?"

(End of this chapter)