Huikong's words really confused Mu Yangzi and Zhao Ding.
What’s the mystery behind this half bowl of chicken soup?
Both of them were looking at the half bowl of chicken soup on the stone table.
But I can't see why.
This chicken soup looks very ordinary no matter how you look at it.
At most it's quite fragrant.
Mu Yangzi and Zhao Ding, two masters who have long been out of touch with the world, have their index fingers moved and want to take a sip and taste it.
But apart from the aroma, there seems to be nothing special about this chicken soup.
Zhao Ding looked at Huikong with a puzzled look.
"Master Huikong, what's the mystery of this chicken soup?"
Huikong smiled faintly and pointed at the half bowl of chicken soup.
"Obviously, this is leftover chicken soup from a bowl."
Zhao Ding: "..."
Mu Yangzi: "..."
Everyone can see this, right?
Do you still need to say it?
"But do you two know who drank the leftovers?"
Zhao Ding and Mu Yangzi looked at each other.
"Um, it should be the leftovers from Mr. Ye's drink, right?"
Mu Yangzi said.
"good!"
Huikong nodded.
"This is the chicken soup left by the Holy Son."
Zhao Ding scratched his head: "Even if this is the leftover chicken soup Mr. Ye drank, what's the mystery?"
Mu Yangzi was also a little unable to hold himself tight.
"Master Huikong, since you have already seen Mr. Ye's arrangement, you'd better tell us directly and don't beat around the bush."
Huikong was helpless.
He originally wanted to make some subtle moves and let the two of them discover the mystery left behind by the Holy Son.
pity.
Very poor understanding!
I had already said everything to this point, but these two people still didn't understand.
"Amitabha, after following the Holy Son for so long, it turns out that my wisdom, Huikong, has already surpassed that of many people."
Huikong felt that he must have followed Ye Qingyun for too long, and his understanding of all Ye Qingyun's words and deeds had already reached a level of proficiency.
Ordinary people can't understand Ye Qingyun's words and deeds, but Huikong can.
The profound meaning that ordinary people cannot see, only Huikong can understand immediately.
"The Holy Son almost never has anything left over from his daily meals and drinks."
"And today, the Holy Son only drank half of this bowl of extremely delicious chicken soup, leaving only half of it."
"This is why the Holy Son deliberately stayed here to wait for your arrival, City Master Zhao."
Huikong said seriously.
I thought to myself, Lao Zhao, you should be more careful. The Holy Son has already done this, and you are too stupid to see it.
well!
Zhao Ding looked at the half bowl of chicken soup with a look of astonishment.
"Master Huikong, you mean that Mr. Ye knew that I would come here for the saint's affairs, so he left this half bowl of chicken soup."
"good!"
"Could this half bowl of chicken soup be the key to healing my Mohist saint!"
"That's so good! City Lord Zhao, you finally understand!"
Huikong smiled.
Mu Yangzi's face twitched and he glanced sideways at Huikong.
Do you think that for such a simple thing, you can just say no at the beginning?
It doesn't have to be so complicated.
Do all monks like to talk like this?
Things that can be explained clearly in a few sentences must be made mysterious.
Zhao Ding still doesn't quite understand.
"Um, Mr. Ye, does he want me, the saint of the Mo family, to drink this half bowl of chicken soup?"
"City Lord Zhao."
Huikong glanced at Zhao Ding.
"This is the leftover chicken soup the Holy Son drank. It's a great opportunity."
"You have to know that if this half bowl of chicken soup were placed in the four realms, countless people would want to have a taste."
"How could the Holy Son be so generous if it wasn't for his friendship with you, City Master Zhao?"
When Zhao Ding heard this, his expression became solemn.
He quickly picked up the half bowl of chicken soup from the stone table with both hands.
That's called being cautious.
"Thank you Mr. Ye!"
Zhao Ding held half a bowl of chicken soup and bowed deeply to the house not far away.
Then, Zhao Ding turned around and nodded to Mu Yangzi and Huikong.
"Go ahead, don't let the Holy Son's hard work go down."
Huikong warned.
"Zhao is going too!"
Zhao Ding just held half a bowl of chicken soup and flew away.
Along the way, Zhao Ding was nervous and apprehensive.
The hands holding the chicken soup did not dare to shake at all.
I'm afraid that even a little bit of this precious chicken soup will be spilled.
This is the leftover chicken soup that Ye Gaoren drank.
Although it sounds a bit confusing.
But what kind of existence is Ye Gaoren?
If he drank the leftover chicken soup, it was definitely a great opportunity.
Moreover, at this juncture, Ye Gaoren specially left it to himself.
He must be able to help his Mohist saint.
Zhao Ding was excited and rushed back to Shengong City as quickly as possible.
The Mohist saint is currently in Shengong City.
Because Zhao Ding had promised the Mohist saint before that he could invite Ye Qingyun to treat him.
So the Mohist saint was asked to wait in Shengong City.
And at this moment.
Zhao Ding returned to Shengong City holding the half bowl of chicken soup.
"Here comes the chicken soup!"
Zhao Ding was so excited that he quickly walked into the main hall of Shengong City with chicken soup.
The elders of Shengong City all looked at Zhao Ding in shock.
I was wondering why Zhao Ding came in with a bowl of chicken soup?
What's happening here?
Didn't you say that you would invite Mr. Ye?
"Ancestor!"
Zhao Ding walked quickly to the Mohist saint, his face full of excitement.
The Mohist saint looked at the half bowl of chicken soup in Zhao Ding's hand, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Zhao Ding, what are you doing?"
"Ancestor, this is the chicken soup I brought back from Taixuan Mansion. It is the leftovers from Ye Gaoren's consumption!"
Zhao Ding said quickly.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the Mo family present was stunned.
Everyone looked at Zhao Ding blankly.
And the Mohist saint's expression suddenly froze.
He looked at Zhao Ding and the half bowl of chicken soup in his hand with incredible eyes.
"Ancestor!"
Zhao Ding had not yet felt the strange atmosphere in the hall, so he continued.
"Hurry up and drink this half bowl of chicken soup, and the poison in the ancestor's body will be easily eliminated!"
Mohist sage: "..."
He glanced at Zhao Ding, who looked expectant.
He looked at the half bowl of chicken soup in Zhao Ding's hand again and thought that Zhao Ding was already old, so he wouldn't have been deceived, right?
"Zhao Ding, you should also know that I haven't eaten for tens of thousands of years. This chicken soup..."
The Mohist saint frowned and said.
"Ancestor, please don't underestimate this chicken soup!"
Seeing that the ancestor of the Mo family was still hesitant, Zhao Ding immediately became anxious.
"This is what Ye Gaoren left for you, ancestor, specifically. It has incredible mystery and can definitely resolve the yin and yang in the body for ancestor!"
The Mohist saint still didn't believe it.
Just half a bowl of chicken soup?
Can you resolve your own yin and yang qi?
Who believes it?
If it were so easy, who would practice cultivation in the future?
Wouldn’t it be over if you just stay at home and make chicken soup every day?
However, the senior officials of Shengong City present believed in Zhao Ding.
"Ancestor, if this is really Ye Gaoren's chicken soup, then I'm afraid it's really something extraordinary."
"Yes, ancestor, that Master Ye is unfathomable. We have all seen it with our own eyes."
"Then Master Ye is most likely an immortal coming to the world. Ancestor should not underestimate him."
...
Seeing that everyone was speaking out one after another, the Mohist saint also hesitated a little.
He and Ye Qingyun didn't know each other, and they only met once when they were in the Scarlet Blood Ancient Plains.
At that time, his attention was all on Qilin Blood, and he never paid much attention to Ye Qingyun.
Most of what we know about Ye Qingyun is based on various rumors.
Therefore, this Mohist saint did not know exactly what kind of existence Ye Qingyun was.
"Ancestor, I, Zhao Ding, guarantee with my life that this chicken soup will definitely work!!!"
Zhao Ding's tone was extremely firm.
He is one of the people who has the most confidence in Ye Qingyun.
When Ye Qingyun came to Shengong City, it was Zhao Ding who seized the opportunity and allowed Ye Qingyun to leave a great opportunity in Shengong City.
The entire Shengong City benefited from this.
Therefore, Zhao Ding had great trust in Ye Qingyun.
"Oh well."
Seeing Zhao Ding being so determined, the Mohist saint was also a little helpless.
"That's all, it's just a bowl of chicken soup. It won't do any harm if you drink it. It's just useless at most."
The Mohist sage said secretly.
He took the half bowl of chicken soup and smelled it first.
Although it's cold, it's still quite fragrant.
Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the Mohist saint took a sip first.
"Um?"
This small mouthful made the Mohist saint stunned.
"This chicken soup is obviously cold, but why is it warm after entering the mouth?"
Not only that.
The delicious taste of the chicken soup burst out from the mouth of the Mohist saint.
It was like a warm current spread out from the mouth and spread throughout the body in an instant.
The Mohist saint, who was originally a little depressed, suddenly felt that his whole person was on edge.
The Mohist saint took two more sips.
My body felt hot, but the most important thing was the taste of this chicken soup.
It's really wonderful.
The Mohist saint, who had not eaten the fireworks of the world for many years, felt that most of his life had been in vain.