"That's it, that's it." After being speechless for a long time, Meng Qi slowly opened his lips, spit out a fiery red spirit bead, wiped away his own consciousness on it, and raised his hand to push towards Qin Yao.
"Pa." Qin Yao raised his hand to catch the Meng Qi Neidan, put away the Qingsuo Sword in his hand, and asked with a smile: "When will the Meng Po soup I want be ready?"
After delivering the inner elixir, Meng Qi's face quickly turned pale and he weakly said: "Three days!"
Qin Yao: "..."
Such inexplicable self-esteem.
Three days later.
Meng Qi invited Master Qin Yao and his disciples into the lobby, pointed to a bucket of phosphorescent medicinal soup in front of him and said, "Taoist Master Qin, I have fulfilled my promise to you."
Qin Yao took out the space bag and put away the sparkling wooden barrel: "Thank you."
"Don't be too busy thanking me. I still want to ask you something." Meng Qi said suddenly.
Qin Yao looked curious: "What's going on?"
Meng Qi transformed, and her beautiful body turned into a python as thick as a bucket. She spit out the letter and said: "After losing the demon pill, if I don't have enough spiritual energy to nourish me, I will age quickly until I die.
Therefore, for me, the top priority is to find a spiritual acupoint as soon as possible to nourish my body and condense the demon elixir.
There is no such spiritual point in Babaili Huangquan, so I have to leave for a long time.
So I would like to ask you two to help me take care of Sanqi, so that she will not be unable to take the position of Lord of the Underworld after I leave."
"Auntie, where are you going?" Sanqi opened her arms and hugged the python's belly tightly.
The terrifying snake lowered its head and gently touched the little ghost's head: "Aniang is going to the Wangchuan River to find the spiritual spring. I don't know when she will be able to come back. The task of extraditing the ghosts will be left to you in the future. You have to be careful.
."
"But... I can't even make Meng Po soup." Sanqi said with a complicated mood.
"It's just that you can't cook it well, it's not that you don't know how to cook it. Mengpo soup is made from Qiwei Tang. Although it doesn't taste good, its efficacy is not bad. After drinking it, the past and past will disappear, and you won't even have the memory of drinking this soup."
If it exists again, what does it matter if it tastes good or bad?" Meng Qi said.
Sanqi's little face looked like he had eaten a bitter melon, and he said nonchalantly: "I was afraid that they would smell bad and wouldn't be able to eat it."
Meng Qi's snake eyes turned into a boy, and his tone was cruel: "Do you like the smell? Do they like to drink or not? We are helping them for free, not a paid service. Who gives them the right to be picky? Don't drink, Mrs. Meng
Tang, I will imprison myself in these eight hundred miles of underworld until my soul is gone!"
Sanqi said weakly: "Why do you still refuse to tell me what the eighth lead is?"
Meng Qi was silent for a moment and said quietly: "I hope you never know what the eighth yin is, let alone that one day you can make Meng Po soup with a fragrance that spreads ten miles away."
Sanqi: "?"
Meng Qi ignored her, turned to look in the direction of Qin Yao, lowered his head and begged: "If you two have nothing else to do, please fulfill my wish. Mrs. Meng will be grateful."
Qin Yao nodded silently: "It doesn't matter, with your inner elixir here, no matter where we practice, it will be a paradise for us, so I will help you take care of this girl."
Meng Qiyu was so grateful that he touched his head to the ground: "Thank you so much for your kindness!"
"Aunt..."
Not long after, Sanqi chased the python and ran out of Meng Po Village, shouting at the other's body flying into the sky.
In the long yellow sand, the huge and ferocious snake head turned around, looked at it, and said through a message: "Sanqi, please don't blame those two Taoist priests. They are my mother's benefactors."
"Don't blame me, I don't blame you." Sanqi said loudly.
"That's good...wait for me to come back." Meng Qi said, and his body gradually disappeared into the yellow sand.
"Little girl, can Meng Po Village be opened yet?" Before Sanqi could get upset over this, all the ghosts came together like a tide and surrounded her.
Sanqi took a deep breath and said in a concentrated voice: "Open! Come in, I'll make soup for you."
The ghosts jumped for joy and quickly followed her into Meng Po Village. They watched her climb up the wooden ladder on the big cauldron and pour the liquid from the small bottles into the big cauldron...
Not long after, Sanqi raised his hand to suck up a wooden spoon, put it in the cauldron and slowly stirred it. A stench that hit the soul suddenly floated in the hall, almost making the ghosts and gods here vomit.
The reason why they couldn't spit it out was not because the taste wasn't strong enough, but simply because there was nothing in their stomachs, not even some acidic water, so they couldn't spit anything out.
"Qin Yao, I can't bear it any longer." Uncle Jiu raised his arms, pressed his nose and wings with two fingers, and ran out in a flash.
"Ugh~"
Qin Yao covered his mouth and nose with his hands and ran outside with the ghosts and ghosts in the hall.
At the entrance of the tripod, on the stairs.
Sanqi quickly lifted up the wooden spoon, flew down the wooden ladder, and ran out of the small building.
She made the soup, but she also disliked the smell!
One word spread to ten, and ten spread to hundreds. From then on, Meng Po Village suddenly became quiet.
That night.
Sanqi held a jar and used kuaizi to pull out the ghost meat inside.
Qin Yao held the demon pill in his hand, slowly came behind the master who was looking at the moon in the courtyard, and asked softly: "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about Wuming."
Qin Yao's cheek twitched: "What do you want a man to do at night? Besides, he is still a monk!"
Uncle Jiu reached out and patted his forehead: "Your courage has become stronger with your strength? You actually dare to arrange the master!"
The blow was neither painful nor itchy, and Qin Yao didn't bother to pretend to be hurt. He took out Meng Qi's demon pill from his arms and handed it to the opponent: "After swallowing this demon pill, master will definitely be able to advance."
Heavenly Master Realm."
Uncle Jiu waved his hand: "No need, I have not made any progress during this period. I am only one enlightenment away from the Heavenly Master realm."
Qin Yao: "Do you know when this epiphany will come?"
Uncle Jiu laughed: "If the epiphany can be predicted, is it still called an epiphany?"
"What if this enlightenment doesn't come until ten or eight years, or even one hundred and eighty years?" Qin Yao asked rhetorically.
Uncle Jiu spoke calmly: "To prevent this kind of thing from happening, that's why I thought about Wuming this night. His experiences, choices, and results gave me some insights. It can't be called an epiphany, but it may be possible in a certain situation.
In this moment, an inspiration suddenly appeared, he realized the heart of heaven, and achieved the position of heavenly master."
Qin Yao pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Why don't we limit it to ten days? If these insights don't turn into enlightenment in ten days, then the sudden flash of inspiration in the future will become pure luck."
"A hundred days."
Uncle Jiu said with shining eyes: "I believe that I can accumulate a lot of knowledge and make every effort possible!"
In the blink of an eye, three months later.
Huangquan is still howling with strong winds, blowing up the yellow sand all over the sky.
It was dark in the sky, and it was also dark in the village. Little Sanqi held her chin in her hands, sitting in the main hall with the door open, quietly watching the wind and sand raging outside.
"Hmm."
After a moment, she suddenly raised her head, sniffed hard, and said with confused eyes: "What does it smell like...it smells so good, it smells so good."
Squinting, smelling, and following the aroma, he came to a table and opened the tablecloth in a hurry. The green-faced and big-toothed figure was so frightening that the little ghost under the table fell back violently, and he actually sat on his buttocks.
Dun, with a face full of horror.
Sanqi swallowed and looked at the other person carefully, only to see that he was dressed in white and had a childish appearance, probably about five or six years old. The dot of cinnabar on his forehead was particularly eye-catching.
"You look delicious..."
Sanqi almost couldn't swallow her saliva. As soon as she opened her mouth, it flowed down the corner of her mouth. She instinctively grabbed the other party's clothes with her palms and pulled him out.
"Help, help!"
Seeing the female ghost looking like she was about to eat him, the boy in white was frightened and cried loudly.
Sanqi opened her mouth, her tongue suddenly lengthened countless times, and licked the boy's cheek. The aroma that penetrated straight into his heart made him intoxicated, and he subconsciously opened his mouth.
"Three-seven!" Uncle Jiu ducked into the main hall and shouted in a deep voice.
Sanqi panicked and quickly stood up, hiding the kid in white behind her.
"What are you doing?" However, how could her hidden actions be hidden from Uncle Jiu's discernment, but he asked indifferently.
Sanqi shook her head like a rattle and said angrily, "I didn't do anything."
"She's going to eat me." At this moment, the kid in white who was hiding behind her suddenly shouted loudly.
Sanqi was furious, turned around and said, "Don't talk."
"Sanqi!" Uncle Jiu increased his voice silently, with a serious look on his face.
As long as he is still here, he cannot just watch Sanqi swallow such a child.
"Uncle Jiu, he smells so good. I have never smelled such a fragrant smell. Just let me take a bite of him." Sanqi said impatiently.
Qin Yao appeared elusively near Sanqi. He lifted the child out from behind him and said, "Master, educate Sanqi. I'll take this little guy upstairs to have a few words."
"
Uncle Jiu's heart moved, and he immediately guessed that there must be something wrong with this child: "Go ahead and leave Sanqi to me."
Sanqi's face was full of reluctance. Taking advantage of the gap between Qin Yao's words, Sanqi stretched her neck to bite the child, but she watched Qin Yao take him away in a flash.
"winter."
Uncle Jiu flicked his finger on her forehead and shouted softly: "You can only do evil zero times or countless times. Today you smell his sweetness, so you eat him regardless. In the future, if you smell other people's sweetness, it will taste even worse."
I no longer have any burden, so I fell into the devil's path."
Sanqi was in pain, her head retracted to her neck, and she said nonchalantly: "What if he is an evil ghost?"
Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched: "Looking at his age, does he have the ability to be an evil ghost?"
Sanqi was unconvinced: "You have ambitions but not your age. I think he is already sensible and can lift a knife with both hands. Why doesn't he have the ability to be an evil ghost?"
Uncle Jiu said: "No matter what you say, you can't attack him until it is truly confirmed that he is an evil ghost. Your mother-in-law has entrusted you to our master and apprentice, and we must take good care of you and prevent you from falling into the devil's path.
Otherwise, how will we explain to her when she comes back in the future?"
Meanwhile, upstairs.
Qin Yao brought the kid in white to his room, raised his hand to set up a soundproof barrier, then pointed to the wicker chair by the window and said, "Sit down and let me have a few words with you."
The kid in white looked confused. After thinking for a while, he finally sat down obediently.
"Your name is Changsheng, right?" Qin Yao looked directly into his eyes and asked in a positive tone.
The kid in white suddenly widened his eyes: "How do you know?"
"Not only do I know this." Qin Yao said, "I also know that your master's name is Chen Shi, and you have a senior sister who has never been masked, her name is Hua Ningxue."
Changsheng: "..."
After all, he was still young and mentally immature. After hearing this person reveal his origins, he didn't know how to deal with it.
"A normal child, even if he is sensible at your age, does not know much, but you are not a normal child after all, so I will tell you a few more words now. Please remember, don't want to be betrayed in the future.
He even helped the other party count the money." Qin Yao said.
Chang Sheng hesitated and said: "How do you know this?"
He was sure that he had never seen each other before, and it was his first time coming here.
"Don't ask yet, just listen to me."
Qin Yao waved his hand: "You may not believe what I say next, and I don't ask you to believe it now. You just need to be cautious.
Listen up, the reason why the sister outside thinks you are sweet is because you are her essence.
Many years ago, this essence was stolen by your master Chen Shi, and he used the art of clay fetus to transform it into you. The purpose was to wait for you to grow up, seduce and deceive the sister just now, and use the name of marriage to invite you out.
The underworld scroll has his name written on it, so that he can be seen forever."
"Impossible." Changsheng said loudly.
Qin Yao said in a deep voice: "I said it before, you don't need to believe it now, just remember what I said today.
Hua Ningxue also has ulterior motives. After you see her in the future, you will slowly fall in love with her, but she will use the excuse of suffering from a serious illness to join forces with Chen Shi to deceive you and ask you to come to Huangquan to deceive you.
Thirty-seven.”
Changsheng: "..."
After a long time, he scratched his head and asked, "Why are you telling me this?"
Qin Yao: "Because I want to prevent a tragedy. The most critical part of this tragedy is not force, but heart and emotion. You won't understand what I say now. Wait, wait, when you grow up.
, then I really understand.”
"Longevity~"
Just when Changsheng wanted to ask more questions, a deep and heavy voice suddenly came from afar.
Suddenly, a stream of light fell from the horizon, passed through the main door of Meng Po Village, and manifested into the image of a Taoist with white beard and white eyebrows in front of Uncle Jiu and Sanqi.
"Who dares to enter the underworld without permission!"
Uncle Jiu could tell at a glance that the other party was not an ordinary ghost, and silently protected Sanqi behind him.
"Your Excellency, please don't misunderstand me. This is not my true body, but an incarnation of my spiritual thoughts. I am here to find my disciple." The white-haired Taoist said humbly.
"Doesn't the incarnation of spiritual thoughts belong to trespassing?" Uncle Jiu said solemnly.
White-haired Taoist: "..."
Do you want to be so serious?!
"Master." When he was speechless, Qin Yao led Chang Sheng down the stairs, and the latter immediately rushed towards the white-haired Taoist.
"It's just that the soul has left the body. How can you enter the underworld without permission? You are naughty." The white-haired Taoist hugged the other person and scolded him softly.
"Master, I was wrong."
Changsheng said softly.
"It is indeed a mistake. Both you master and disciple are wrong." A loud shout suddenly sounded outside the door. The next moment, a heroic figure with an official hat on his head, a mysterious robe, a jade belt around his waist, and two swords appeared.
Come in stride.
Judging from his appearance, he is exactly the same as the nameless monk who was taken away by Pluto Chacha...