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Chapter 97: Every meal is a practice(1/2)

Wu Qi walked slowly along the way.

In the Liudao Temple, the Dragon Girl of the Water Shui revealed a lot of important information.

What is certain at present is that among the ancient immortals, there is also a group of people who are the true top of the Posa world.

"The most powerful man has no self, the gods have no merits, and the saints have no name."

When Confucianism and Taoism practice reach its peak, it is a saint. A saint is equivalent to an ancient immortal, but it is not as good as a saint. According to this logic, the top level of the Posa world may be a saint, a god, a saint.

Not all supreme people will feed back to the world. Most of them leave this world after they have attained enlightenment, and they don’t seem to care about the invasion of ghosts.

Wu Qi has two conjectures about this.

First, ghosts are not a disaster to the supreme people, so they do not take action to curb them.

Second, ghosts may be a specific phenomenon and are difficult to completely avoid. Even if people are unwilling to support the heavenly way of the world like the six realms, they simply leave to avoid this periodic disaster.

However, because there is too little intelligence, both of these are just associations out of thin air and lack sufficient evidence to support them.

Another thing that Wu Qi cares about is the Taoist sage.

That is, six specific things: bamboo, rice, tea, porcelain, silk, and salt.

According to the words of the Dragon Girl of the Shui River, Wu Qi summarized and sorted out: Taoist sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial s

The word Taoist sacrificial reminded him of the fruits in the sacred peach tree.

I don't know if there is any connection between the two.

Wu Qi sighed.

To verify this, it must be the matter behind the soul. If you think too much at the moment, you will easily lose your direction in front of you.

On the other hand, the Dragon Girl of the Shui Shui is extremely extraordinary in terms of knowledge, ability, and vision, and is tough and yet sensible. Having such a Si Duwei is in charge, it is a good thing for Chengdu Prefecture and Jiannan Road.

When he returned to Fendong Mountain, Wu Qi couldn't help but feel moved when he saw the ditches between the mountains and the paddy fields.

He stretched out his hand and waved it.

Li Mi came out of the picture of impermanence. As soon as she arrived outside, she became energetic and dragged her skirt to look around: "Is it on holiday today? It's so hot."

"It's not vacation, it's work."

Wu Qi took out a straw hat from the three-clawed box and put it on her head: "Put on the hat and prepare to work."

Then he threw another straw hat to the Yasha behind him.

Li Mi stabilized her straw hat on her head to avoid being chaotic: "The venerable is really considerate. My mother used to say that women need to protect their skin the most, especially their face and neck, and they cannot be sunburned..."

"Don't talk nonsense, do things."

"What are you doing?"

“Find ingredients.”

Wu Qi took off his shoes, rolled up his cuffs and trouser legs, lifted up his Taoist robe and pressed it into his belt. He stepped into the paddy field barefoot, feeling the slow and cold water flow, and his fingers groped under the water for a while, and grabbed a snail stained with mud.

"Catch this, the more you get, the better."

Yasha Huang Siro took off his shoes quickly, tied up his trousers and went to the water to touch the snails. He has been hiding in the mountains all year round, and he is familiar with the roads, almost touching them accurately.

Li Mi was much more embarrassed and clumsy, and her skirt was soaked for a long time, but she was very excited. She stepped on the water barefoot and tumbling around under the water. She didn't touch the snails, but her fingers were pinched by a crab, which made her bare teeth bare.

"Don't worry, touch it little by little."

Wu Qi led the way and also hunted in the water: "It's not just snails, loaches, river shrimps, fish, and crabs."

The three of them wore straw hats and were busy for half an afternoon and carried half a bamboo basket of river food. Most of them were Huang Silang's credit.

Returning to the Impermanence View, Wu Qi went straight to the kitchen without stopping.

He ordered: "Silang, go to the vegetable garden to get onions, ginger, garlic, wild celery and leeks, and then go to my house to get dried dogwood fruits. Do you know them?"

"I know, I'll get it now."

Yasha put down the bamboo basket and rushed to the vegetable garden.

"Li Mi, clean the snails and wash them. The fluff on the shell needs to be rubbed off. There is a stream behind the kitchen, so wash it there."

Li Mi grabbed a handful of snails from the bamboo basket and wanted to wash them.

"What are you doing to catch those few?"

"Wash, come one by one." Li Mi was puzzled.

"Then you have to wash until the year of the monkey and horses... use a copper basin."

Wu Qi had to teach her step by step how to use a pig hair brush and how to wipe it with a rag.

This Dragon Girl Miss has never done housework. Many of them are just a little aware of it. She takes it out of thin air and takes it for granted. She even rubs it with her fingers when she washes the snails.

However, although Li Mi has no experience, she is very humble when she learns, and she is also very patient, and she is even a little happy to wash snails.

I have been alone in the underworld for a hundred years. After coming out, I feel everything is fresh, and this momentum has not passed.

Wu Qi could not take care of so much, so he asked Chongyang to supervise Li Mi and start preparing dishes by himself.

The kitchen is like a battlefield. You must not only be well prepared, but also accurately control the time.

He put on a linen apron, tied a slipknot on his back with his hands, and cleaned the cutting board and kitchen knife.

Yasha will deliver all kinds of dishes at this time.

"Go and help Li Mi, cut off the tail of the snails, and then use salt to spit sand for the snails. Make sure you won't spit sand and then bring it over. You have to spit it clean. This is related to whether you can eat it, do you understand?"

"Get it, make sure it's clean."

Huang Silang understood as soon as he heard it, and took the salt and a knife and went there.

Wu Qi sighed in his heart that the demons in poor families have long been in power. Huang Silang is a model. If you come out early to make a living, you have to know everything.

He began to focus on handling the ingredients.

Wash the ginger, green onion, garlic and slice it into small pieces.

Cut the celery into small pieces.

Use a kitchen knife to gently press dried peppercorns to facilitate flavor.

Then scoop out half a bowl of bean paste from the jar, pour a small bowl of rice wine and a small handful of cinnamon.

While the snails were spitting sand, Wu Qi steamed the rice again. He went to the vegetable garden to pull up a handful of water spinach, washed the paste, pinched it into sections, drained the water, heated the pan and cooled the oil, and stir-fried it out of the pan.

At this time, Li Mi and others worked together to handle the snails and brought back the copper basin.

"I didn't expect that snails are so difficult to deal with. Their belly seems to be full of sand. Can this kind of thing really be eaten?" Li Mi looked suspicious of life.

Chongyang angrily scolded: "Pigs still like to eat shit. Can't pigs eat it?"

"It seems yes... the eldest brother is right." The girl suddenly realized: "It's okay for those who eat sand."

Yasha looked reluctant to speak but stopped.

But thinking that these two are one of the elder brothers and the other are third sisters, they both have higher status than you, so don’t feel uncomfortable.

"Everyone is out of the way, the kitchen is not big, you go out and have fun."

"Okay!" Li Mi couldn't help cheering.

Chongyang was upset and said, "What's the best? I haven't practiced well. I want to play all day long! What kind of style is it!"

Yasha: “…”

Three Taoist soldiers left the kitchen.

Wu Qi used branches and dry firewood to set fire.

Hot the pan with cold oil, add peppercorns, stir-fry until fragrant, then pour in ginger, garlic, cinnamon and bean paste.

Stir-fry the snails and small fish and shrimps and pour a little rice wine, add appropriate amount of bean paste to clean, cook over high heat for half a quarter of an hour, then remove the juice and stir-fry out the pot, add the leeks, and turn it slightly into the pot.

A pot of fried snails was placed on the eight immortal table in the lobby of Fuyun Pavilion, next to it was a plate of fried water spinach and a few bowls of rice. The heat was swelling and the scent was tempting.

Chen Gao was the first to come and smell it: "Junior brother, junior brother... there is a big dish! I have a good time today!"

Elder Yan also walked out of it, looked at the snails on the table, sucked his nose, and his throat squinted: "This tastes really good..."

However, Zhao Sheng and Dai Yi, the two senior brothers, both entered the mountains to practice, but they did not have such blessings.

Li Mi and Yasha, one left and the other was standing behind Wu Qi, staring at the dishes on the table.

Yasha stared at Cai with her eyes while Li Mi secretly licked her lower lip.

Wu Qi had already seen through everything: "Sit all."

Huang Silang looked embarrassed: "Honor, according to the rules, demons and Taoist children cannot be served on the table, there is a difference between superiority and inferiority..."

Wu Qi frowned: "In my case, people, demons, and ghosts are treated equally, sit down and have a good meal."

Li Mi and Yacha quickly sat down and each held a bowl of rice, but did not touch the chopsticks.

Wu Qi's eyes moved, and the Three Qingshou was like incense.

——Get the demon soldier Yaksha incense and gain ten years of cultivation.
To be continued...
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