mad fairy

Chapter 55

For Yuan Xiujie's invitation, Shenghuo neither refused nor hurriedly agreed.

He cautiously said: "I have a deep understanding of how tortured the unrefined 'power of pain' is."

"It's been less than half a month since I was tortured by the 'power of pain', and I'm already in pain."

"So I want to know, how did Fellow Daoists survive in Ruyun City for more than a year? Just relying on selling fried noodles to divert attention?"

"How is it possible." Yuan Xiujie shook his head and smiled, "This fried rice noodle stall is just for fun. I set up this stall mainly because my ancestors all sold fried rice noodles."

"So on the surface, I am selling fried noodles, but in fact I am selling feelings."

"Although I am a monk, I don't want to lose too much of my ancestor's craftsmanship. I dare not say. Just this fried noodles, I rank second in Ruyun City, so no one dares to rank first!"

Yuan Xiujie's fried noodle stall seems to be very popular indeed.

Just during the time of talking with Shenghuo, three or five passers-by gathered in front of the fan booth.

These passers-by seemed to know Yuan Xiujie's status as a monk.

One of them said in a respectful tone, "Master Yuan, order some stir-fried noodles and add more spice."

There are also regular customers who have been here more than once: "I want a copy too, it's still the same as before."

Although Yuan Xiujie is a monk, he doesn't have any airs of a monk.

The customers in front of his powder stand clasped their fists and saluted, and said in a kind tone: "Everyone, I'm so sorry, I have something to do today, so I won't leave the stall."

As he spoke, he hung a sign with 'Closed' in front of the powder booth.

It seems that this is not the first time Yuan Xiujie has done this.

When the guests saw it, they didn't say much, they just left with regrets on their faces.

After dismissing the guests, Yuan Xiujie deftly fried a plate of fried noodles for Shenghuo, with a sense of confidence in his speech and demeanor.

"Come on, fellow daoist, taste how my fried rice tastes."

Yuan Xiujie's fried noodles are very particular.

To add flavor, he deliberately added dried shrimp and dried fish, eggs, bean sprouts and other side dishes to the noodles.

The heat of frying is also in place.

Like.

Really too similar.
For a moment, Survival seemed to have the illusion of returning to the earth and eating supper at a night market stall.

He took two bites with chopsticks, showing emotion: "This fried noodles tastes really authentic!"

"Authentic?"

Yuan Xiujie was taken aback when he heard the words: "Hearing what fellow daoist said, could it be possible that fellow daoist has eaten such fried noodles in other places?"

"lets change a topic."

Survival smiled wryly and shook his head, but did not respond positively.

He repeated the previous question: "I want to know now, you have been tortured by the 'power of pain' in your body for a whole year, how did you survive?"

"Of course it depends on this."

Yuan Xiujie shook the high-fruit tea bag on the booth, and said, "I just watched Fellow Daoist Tieniu, don't you also drink tea in the teahouse? You should have already felt the effect of high-fruit tea."

really.

High fruit tea does have the effect of relieving pain.
Hearing Yuan Xiujie's words, Sheng Huo's eyes showed a clear look.

He asked: "Does Fellow Daoist Yuan know exactly what is in this high fruit tea and why it has 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 with my own eyes that they pickled dried fruit, dried barley tea leaves, fermented and boiled caramel."

"But these production processes are very common. And whether it is dried fruit, tea or caramel, none of them have the effect of relieving pain."

"But after making it into high-fruit tea, it can be used to relieve the 'power of pain' in you and me."

"I really can't figure out the reason for this."

Survival nodded.

Since he couldn't ask why, he didn't bother with this question any more.

Yuan Xiujie returned to the topic and said: "Having said so much, I don't know if the blood forest will be three months later, would fellow daoists be interested in traveling together?"

Survival did not speak, but buried himself in the fried noodles on the oily old wooden table.

After all the fried noodles on the plate were eaten, he said, "Dare to ask, is Fellow Daoist Yuan a casual cultivator?"

This sentence is to find out the details of Yuan Xiujie.

After all, being defensive is a must.

Regarding this, Yuan Xiujie was calm: "It's not a casual cultivator. I joined the Northern Immortal Mountain Sect after I came to Ruyun City for about a month."

"If fellow daoists are interested in joining, I can take fellow daoists to visit my sect and introduce them to you."

Beixian Mountain?
Hearing the word "Beixianshan", Shenghuo immediately recalled the group of six people from Beixianshan that he met in the "Ancient Buddha Ruins".

Due to cannibalism, five of the six people died in the murals of the ancient Buddha relics.

There is one other person who has spent a hundred years in vain in the murals.

I don't even know how he is now.
Out of curiosity about that person's current situation, and because there were still three months before the opening of the blood forest, Shenghuo 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 hands, showing a painful expression.

After waiting for a long time, he suddenly felt something, and looked up at the sky.

midair.

The old monk, who was dressed in a brocade cassock and completely spotless from head to toe, made a green leaf magic weapon land from the air to the ground.

After seeing the old monk, Tieniu hurriedly went up to meet him, and said in a respectful tone: "The disciple is alive and well, and pays homage to the master!"

"Amitabha!"

Seeing that Tieniu was frowning tightly, as if he was enduring pain all the time, the old monk showed a look of compassion.

Without further ado, he immediately took out three elixirs from the storage bag and handed them to Tie Niu: "My disciple, these are the last three elixirs. Handle them carefully."

"There are only three left?"

Tieniu was startled when he heard the words: "Three soothing pills can only last about three months, so what should we do after three months?"

"Don't worry about that." The old monk calmly said, "Calculating the time, the white fog in the blood forest will disappear in three months."

"After three months, you wait for me directly outside the blood forest, and I will naturally take you to collect blood tree sap inside the blood forest."

"After you drink the sap of the blood tree, the 'power of pain' in your body will naturally be resolved."

Is that so.
Tie Niu's eyes showed a thoughtful look, and he remained silent.

The old monk was also silent.

As if he was looking at a piece of beautiful jade, he quietly looked at Shenghuo.

After watching this for a long time, he finally said: "With your current cultivation base, as long as you can solve the problem of the 'power of pain' in your body, you should be able to restrain the evil spirit into your body."

"At that time, as a teacher, I will take you back to my little Buddhist residence, meet the abbot, and let you officially become a disciple of my little Buddhist layman."

What the old monk said made Tieniu look happy and said, "Thank you, Master!"

"Ah."

The old monk looked Tien Niu up and down again.

He nodded with satisfaction, and said: "If there is nothing else, I will take a step first as a teacher."

"Master take care!"

Tie Niu put his hands together and saluted eleven.

"En." After the old monk responded, he urged the green leaf magic weapon under his feet to rise into the air from the ground, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

on the official road.

Seeing the old monk leave, the joy on Tie Niu's face disappeared immediately.

Instead, there was a look of dread on his face.
(End of this chapter)