Late Night Cafeteria: Starting with a Bowl of Fried Rice to Save Iron Man

His four eyes suddenly realized, he clapped his hands suddenly, and said with a smile: "I forgot about this matter, according to my brother's consciousness, it may be possible to create a god, but it is very troublesome to gather believers and accumulate incense. What do you want to do, Ah Xuan?"

Zhou Xuan said to himself: "Of course I use my cooking!"

Si Mu nodded, "Your amazing cooking skills are indeed very shocking to ordinary people, coupled with various unique effects, maybe they can really attract a large number of believers. But you have to Are you a chef?"

The ninth uncle on the side suddenly said: "It's not just the God of Cooking, as long as it is a priesthood related to food, such as the God of the Earth, the God of Food. But how many priesthoods can A Xuan alone hold?"

"If you want to make the rules of heaven and earth complete, how many thousands of priests do you need?"

The excited expression on Si Mu's face cooled down. Although the words of Senior Brother were pouring cold water, they were very realistic.

Just a few clerics alone are not enough to make up for the rules of heaven and earth.

Otherwise, the birth of Sanqing, Confucius, and Buddha one after another would only bring stability to mankind for a period of time.

According to Ah Xuan's words, now the demons in that world are rampant again.

"Actually, I didn't mean to make myself a god, but to create other gods!" Zhou Xuan said his plan?

"Do you want to confer a god?"

This time, not only were all four eyes shocked, even Ninth Uncle stared at Zhou Xuan with wide eyes.

"This is impossible, unless you are the Emperor of Heaven!"

"Emperor of Heaven can't confer a god at will, and he has to follow the general trend of heaven and earth."

Zhou Xuan was not in a hurry to refute the two, but asked, "Both of them are high Taoist cultivators. Know the origin of the Sun God, what is his name?"

Simu likes to read some miscellaneous books on weekdays, so he will introduce them.

"We have four gods here with the title of the sun god, the first one is Xihe, a goddess, from the "Shan Hai Jing".

"The second is Donghuang Taiyi. This is a relatively small belief in the sun god. It was spread in the territory of Chu during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Now basically no one believes it."

"The third one is Emperor Yan, the one Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs, but we prefer to call him emperor."

"The fourth one is the Sun Star Lord that we believe in in Taoism. The full name is "Sun Palace Taidan Yanguang Yuming Sun Emperor". The head of the Eight Constellation Star Kings.

In addition to the basic movement of the stars and the growth of yang energy, another responsibility of the Sun Star Lord is to monitor the sins and blessings of the world. People often say that in broad daylight, this is what it means.

Under the supervision of Sun Xingjun, all sins are invisible.The same good deeds are also recorded. "

Uncle Jiu's mind flashed back to the figure of the three-legged Golden Crow that cut through the bloody ghost realm that he had seen in the late-night cafeteria.

The three-legged golden crow, the pronoun of the sun, is said to be the true body of the sun god!

"This is impossible!"

Ninth Uncle jumped, looking at Zhou Xuan as if he saw a terrifying existence.

"What do you mean by using cooking to create gods?"

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At this moment, Ninth Uncle finally understood Zhou Xuan's true thoughts.

Zhou Xuan nodded in recognition.

"Hey, hey, what are you two playing? What else is there that I don't know?"

The eyes of the four eyes shifted back and forth in front of Zhou Xuan and Ninth Uncle. This feeling of being excluded from the circle was really annoying.

Ninth Uncle felt that Zhou Xuan's plan was too crazy and impossible to achieve, so he told Simu the details of Zhou Xuan's use of golden fried rice to deal with the foodless ghost.

He hoped that his junior and junior brothers would persuade Zhou Xuan to give up this unrealistic idea.

The four eyes looked at Zhou Xuan in surprise, and said, "So that's what you planned? You actually condensed the shape of a three-legged golden crow with the light of an egg fried rice."

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"It's... a mess!"

puff~

Uncle Ninth turned his head in disbelief and looked at the four eyes that gave him a backstab, and said, "Are you fooling around too?"

"No, brother, think about how Ah Xuan's fried rice light can condense the three-legged golden crow?"

Four eyes looked at Zhou Xuan again: "In your world, the sun is just a huge fireball. There is no concept of the sun god at all, and there is no such thing as a three-legged golden crow, right?"

Seeing Zhou Xuan nodding, he looked at Jiu Shu again and said, "Senior brother, don't you think all this is fate?"

"That world doesn't have the concept of the three-legged golden crow at all. Why does Ah Xuan's fried rice light condense it?"

"Could this be the rules of heaven and earth, with the help of Ah Xuan's hand to save himself?"

"The rules of heaven and earth have no consciousness and can only operate according to the established rules, but when it does not run smoothly, will new rules appear?"

"The new rule is to improve the missing parts!"

Uncle Jiu was stunned.

He stood there in a daze, then sat down cross-legged, and he was persuaded by the idea of ​​four eyes.

Seeing that their opinions were unified, Zhou Xuan said, "Actually, the reason why I want to do this is because I once made a perfect golden fried rice."

"The Light of Cooking at that time condensed an almost real Golden Crow. It has a very strong spirituality, but it lacks life!"

"If I can find a way to make up for the life it lacks, it will become a real Golden Crow, a sun god!" Yi.

Chapter 66

When the rooster announced the dawn, the window had turned white, and a touch of orange was reflected on the window paper.

Two candles on the low table have been burned, and the tea in the pot has been changed five times.

None of the three were sleepy, and their eyes were bright, and they spent one night combing through the entire Chinese god system.

"Master, it's dawn, shall we go to the morning market?" Wen Cai yawned, rubbing his eyes, and walked in.

Renjia Town has a morning market every day. Most of them are villagers from nearby villages. They pick fresh vegetables from the vegetable field in the early morning and sell them to earn a living.

In addition to those who buy vegetables, sell fruits, and buy fish and meat, many hawkers set up stalls in the morning market, take a pot, and sell some steaming breakfasts.

The first ray of sunshine in the early morning is of great benefit to Dao cultivators, so the three masters and disciples of the nine uncles will practice the exercises every morning. No one cooks breakfast, so they simply deal with it at these breakfast stalls.

The three of Zhou Xuan stopped talking after Wen Cai entered the room, Uncle Jiu smiled at Zhou Xuan: "A Xuan, go to the morning market and try our special breakfast, there are many snacks, although the craftsmanship is far worse than yours. , but don't have any flavor."

"By the way, what about Qiusheng?" Jiu Shu asked Wen Cai.

Wen Cai smiled at Zhou Xuan first, and then replied, "Qiusheng went to dry the quilt for Master Zhou. Last night, when I was cleaning the room, I found that the quilt was a little damp. Fortunately, Master, the three of you talked about it all night, and Uncle Zhou didn't sleep. There."

Just as he was talking, Qiu Sheng jumped in from the yard and stared at Zhou Xuan with a "swoosh", his face showing the same smile as Wen Cai.

"Uncle Zhou, are you still used to being here? Will you be tired if you haven't slept all night? Don't worry, this quilt has been dried for a day today, and you can sleep comfortably at night."

This "Uncle Zhou" was called without the slightest reluctance, but with sincerity.

Last night, Qiusheng woke up in the middle of the night, smelled the smell of meat still in the air, and was hungry, so he woke Wen Cai who was sleeping beside him, and the two went to the kitchen to warm up the leftovers.

After eating the fragrant Shili Dongpo Pork, Qiu Sheng was shocked by Zhou Xuan.

In particular, his own qi and blood increased, which made Qiu Sheng feel a little bit of awe for Zhou Xuan in his heart.

"Senior Uncle Zhou looks young, maybe it's because of his skills. We still have to wait for these seniors."

So, this is the scene this morning.

"Uncle Zhou, sitting here all night, does your shoulder count, do you want me to pound your shoulder, relax, relax?" Wen Cai asked with a sunny smile.

Qiu Sheng, who was beside him, relied on his own kung fu to be better, and came to the back of Zhou Xuan first, his hands were already pressed together.

"Master, is this strength okay?"

"Not bad," Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

The four eyes on the side gloated at his senior brother, and then said to Wen Cai, who was sulking next to him: "Wen Cai, forget my shoulders, can you give me a button?"

Wen Cai grinned, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, and said, "By the way, I haven't fed those chickens in the yard..."

After saying that, he ran out.

Ninth Uncle saw that his two unsatisfactory apprentices were courting Zhou Xuan, and his angry brows gradually rose.

Well, you two stinky boys, I have raised you so much for nothing, and I don't see you coming to care about me, Master!

Whoosh!

Ninth Uncle shot like lightning and quickly knocked on the back of Qiusheng's hand, dissatisfied: "Okay, don't be ashamed here, get ready, let's go out for breakfast."

"Hey," Qiu Sheng saw his master's dissatisfaction, and laughed there pretending to be stupid.

The three of Zhou Xuan stood up from the futon, revitalized their bodies, and saw Wen Cai holding a basin of clear water and a clean towel on his shoulders, and walked in with a smile.

"Uncle Zhou, come and wipe your face!"

This time, Uncle Jiu couldn't bear it anymore, but he couldn't say it because of his face, so he reminded politely: "Wencai, Master hasn't washed his face yet."

Wen Cai said: "Master, there is still half a bucket of water that I made at the well. You can just wash your face casually. Uncle Zhou is our honored guest, so you need to treat it well."

Jiu Shu's face turned black with anger, and strode out.

Si Mu on the side laughed very happily. It is a miracle that there are such two unfortunate apprentices, and the senior brother has not yet developed high blood pressure.

Jiu Shu simply took Zhou Xuan out without even washing his face.

On the street, the smell of meat is still everywhere. Although it is a bit duller than last night, it still covers other questions.

This made Ninth Uncle a little worried, so he asked, "A Xuan, when will the smell of the meat dissipate?"

"Three days!" Zhou Xuan affirmed.

The four eyes on the side praised: "In ancient times, there was the voice of Han E, and the lingering sound lingered around the beam for three days. Today, there is A Xuan stew, and the fragrance of the meat fills the town, and it lasts for three days."

Today's Renjia Town is more lively than the Chinese New Year. People from nearby Zhuangzi heard about this strange event, and they came to see it one after another. ...... Even people from the county town came, and there were some noble men who drove cars. .

The morning market was even more crowded, and there were twice as many hawkers in their stalls than usual.

The hawkers are the most well-informed. Renjia Town was lively last night, and they expected a lot of people to come to watch the lively scene.

Sure enough, a large number of outsiders poured in from Renjia Town, and every breakfast stall was full of people. Everyone took a deep breath, then fell down and pulled the food in the bowl.

The hawkers can make a lot of money, so their faces are red, but the butcher Zhang in the town has a stinky face.