Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"Hey, why was I so mean at that time? Wouldn't it be better to go straight to reincarnation after a few bowls of Meng Po soup? Why are you chatting up with Po Meng?"

Xiang Chen wished he could give himself a slap in the face, because he had ruined himself by trying to pick up girls, and he became someone else's laborer, no, the soul of a laborer!

Xiang Chen looked at the Meng Po soup and began to continue refining it according to the method passed down in his memory. During this period, he refined some spices such as onions, ginger, garlic and star anise and put them in. He also added lard and refined it himself. After the sodium glutamate comes out, add Bazhen chicken.

After staying in the space-time array for seventy-seven forty-nine days, no one knew how long it had passed outside, Meng Jiangyun came back.

As soon as she came back, she smelled the alluring aroma of the soup, and Meng Jiangyun's mouth watered just by smelling it.

"The soul of a migrant worker is a soul, and the soul of a migrant worker is the soul above the soul -" Xiang Chen hummed a little tune and tasted it.

Chichi—fresh!

"It smells so good -" Meng Jiangyun came over and couldn't wait to dip her fingers into Meng Po soup and taste it. It was so delicious!

This fresh fragrance gives people a sense of joy in the soul.

"How is it? Does it taste much better than what you made before?" Master Xiang said proudly after having been busy for forty-nine days.

"Okay, okay, it tastes better than the Meng Po soup made by my grandma. My dear, you are really a genius." Meng Jiangyun drank two large bowls in a row.

Xiang Chen looked at her doubtfully: "Wouldn't Meng Po Soup affect your memory?"

"Nonsense, I am from Meng Po's clan, the ferryman of dead souls, so of course I won't." She said matter-of-factly.

"Oh." Xiang Chen took a sip and didn't dare to drink more. Drinking too much will really wash away the memory.

Of course, he has the secret technique of reincarnation taught by the old dean. He can recover even after his amnesia is reborn. It doesn't matter if he drinks it when he is reincarnated.

Meng Jiangyun collected the Meng Po soup he had made and took him to Naihe Bridge to start working on ferrying the dead souls to cleanse their memories.

Huangquan Road, beside the Naihe Bridge, is already densely packed with teams of dead souls, including humans, gods, beasts, and demons of all races, but they are all blocked by the barrier and cannot cross the Naihe Bridge to reincarnate.

Meng Jiangyun went over, placed the spatial cauldron of Meng Po Soup, and opened the barrier. She sat guarding behind Meng Po Soup, raising her little feet and knocking melon seeds.

Xiang Chen snatched the melon seeds from her hand, sat next to her and ate the melon seeds together.

And the fragrance of Meng Po soup spread out, and all the souls in the queue drooled. Then they were immediately attracted by the fragrance and lost their minds. They swarmed over to grab a drink of Meng Po soup.

"So popular!" Meng Jiangyun looked at the scene of thousands of souls fighting for the soup in shock. She even fought over drinking Meng Po soup, and some were knocked off the Naihe Bridge and died.

In the past, she would force everyone to drink Meng Po Soup. Those who refused to drink would be kicked off the Naihe Bridge by her. This scene of people swarming to eat Meng Po Soup was something she had only seen when her grandmother was a Meng Po. , but it’s not that crazy, it can only be said to be more positive.

"Of course, who do you think I am? I am the best chef in the world. I added sesame oil to it and added the power of my cooking laws. The fragrance of Meng Po soup will be difficult for them to resist."

Xiang Chen spit out the melon seed skin and said proudly.

"It's really a right decision to take you as a part-time worker, haha. With such efficiency, from now on I only need to work for one hour a day to complete the task."

Meng Jiangyun pulled Xiang Chen's face hard, and the more she looked at him, the more pleasing she became.

"How about I give you the secret to how delicious this soup is, and you let me go to reincarnation?" Xiang Chen pulled her hand away.

"Don't learn!" Meng Jiangyun tilted her head and continued to eat melon seeds, obviously unwilling to let Xiang Chen go.

Not long after, the number of souls ferried today was reached. Meng Jiangyun closed the Naihe Bridge channel again and took Xiang Chen back.

After preparing the ingredients for refining Meng Po soup for Xiang Chen, this girl went out to play by herself again, really treating Xiang Chen as a laborer.

It takes many days to refine Meng Po soup every time. For her, this is undoubtedly a boring and torturous job. She has been doing it day after day for who knows how many thousands of years.

Xiang Chen is here to help her refine Meng Po soup, and naturally he has his own purpose.

He wanted to research the antidote to Meng Po Tang so that he would not be affected at all, so that when he was reincarnated, he could retain his memory in his mother's womb, and then start practicing in his mother's womb, and he would undoubtedly be ahead of countless others at the starting line.

As for working here? It is impossible to work part-time forever, and you will never work part-time in this life!

Time passed in a daze, and in the blink of an eye, several years had passed in this underworld.

Xiang Chen is very familiar with Fengdu City, but he is still unwilling to transform into a ghost cultivator and still maintains the form of a dead soul. This also makes Meng Jiangyun very helpless. She knows that Xiang Chen still has no intention of reincarnation. cut off.

On this day, Meng Jiangyun went out to wander again, leaving Xiang Chen to refine Meng Po soup in the yard.

Meng Po Tang has been refined by Xiang Chen, and what he is refining now is a furnace of elixirs.

That's right, it was the antidote he derived from Meng Po Decoction after refining it thousands of times!

Gradually, the fragrance of the elixir in the furnace fire began to emit, and nine yellow elixirs appeared in the furnace.

Xiang Chen excitedly took out nine pills and looked at them with a weird smile.

With excitement, he began to experiment, took out a bottle, and released a stream of dead souls from the bottle.

The dead soul stood respectfully in front of him and called "Sir."

This revenant is also a quasi-saint-level revenant, from the human race, who was captured by him for experimentation.

Xiang Chen took out a pill and gave it to him: "Eat him."

The dead soul dared to do as he was told, and then swallowed the pill.

Xiang Chen took out another bowl of Meng Po soup for him to drink, and he drank the Meng Po soup obediently and did not dare to resist.

After drinking Meng Po soup, Xiang Chen looked at his changes.

Gradually, his eyes became confused, devoid of any emotion, and began to become simple, childish, and clueless.

But soon, the complex color in his eyes gradually returned.

Xiang Chen tentatively said, "I love you walking alone in a dark alley."

The soul was excited and immediately sang along: "I love the way you don't kneel!!"

Xiang Chen laughed immediately when he saw this: "Succeeded, I succeeded, the solution to Meng Po Tang is nothing more than this -"

He looked at the other person and asked, "Do you still remember who you were before, right?"

The other party nodded repeatedly: "Remember, remember, remember everything. I remember the songs you taught me, and I also remember the multiplication tables you taught me. If you don't believe it, I can give you a set now, three seven twenty one, three eight twenty One, three nine twenty-one——"

Xiang Chen's smile gradually solidified when he heard this: "How much do you think 38 is?"

"Twenty-one!"

"Where's Sanjiu?"

"Twenty-one!"

"I love you walking down a dark alley alone!"

Revenant: "I love the way you don't kneel down!"

"I love you and have faced despair!"

"The girl's name is Xiaofang!"

"what's your name?"

"My name is Xiaofang - no, my name is not Xiaofang, my name is Twenty-Seven? Hey, that doesn't seem right either, what is my name -"

The dead soul talked to himself, and then kept talking to himself and asking himself, and his conscious memory was seriously confused.