To make the dough more elastic, it's best to scald it with a little boiling water first, then knead it with cold water for a while longer. This will make the cooked noodles smooth and delicious.

Relying on her strength, Xu Milu slapped the dough in her hands, making a "slap slap" sound. She was kneading it with great enthusiasm when she suddenly looked up and was surprised to find that there were many more people on the street at some point.

"Waaaaah...waaaah..."

"I'm suffering... I'm suffering..."

"Waaaaah—"

"Father, Mother, your son is unfilial..."

There was a disheveled, filthy woman kneeling on the steps in front of the temple, wailing and crying. Half of her body seemed to be buried in the soil.

There was a thin man holding scissors, constantly cutting his own flesh, his mouth looking as if it had been stitched up, blood and flesh dripping everywhere.

There were beggars who kowtowed with every step, their foreheads swollen with huge blood blisters, yet they still refused to stop; there were also old men who were barely clothed and crying from the cold; and there were also children who were all pale and blue, staring intently at Xu Milu.

The faces of this group were all ambiguous, making them difficult to discern, like a wisp of smoke.

"Splash—"

"Splash—"

"Behave yourself!"

Then there was a nine-foot-tall man with an iron chain, a bull's head and a horse's face, wearing five-colored armor and standing on black clouds. Wherever he swung his iron chain, those "people" would be torn apart, crying and wailing in pain.

"Mother—"

"I'm suffering, I'm suffering, I'm suffering..."

"Waaaaahh ...

"Father, Mother, your son is unfilial—"

All living beings are in various states of being, and a hundred ghosts roam at night.

"Hmm, the gates of hell opened early this year, so the ghosts of Fengdu City arrived earlier."

The burly, dark-skinned man took a sip of the noodle soup, seemingly used to it, and gestured towards Xu Milu with the bowl in his hand:

"Young lady, I'd like another bowl."

"Master, isn't Master Xuanzang here? Why are there so many ghosts?"

Xu Milu was indeed a little scared. Even though she was no longer a pure-blooded Earthling, the fear of ghosts ingrained in the bones of Chinese people was still there.

The Wei Zheng she had met before was at least kind-faced and looked no different from a normal person. But now, with all this blood and grime, and every ghost looking like it had just been carried out of a car accident scene, how could she not be afraid?

"What does Master Xuanzang's presence here have to do with the opening of the Gates of Hell? During the Ghost Festival, when the Gates of Hell open, wandering souls from the underworld come to the mortal world to visit their families and relatives. Naturally, some ghosts suffering in hell also take advantage of the chaos to come up here. The Huasheng Temple preaches to people during the day, and those who come to listen to the sutras at night are naturally ghosts."

The burly, dark-skinned man looked at her, then at the few other people scattered on the street, and suddenly realized:

"Ordinary people naturally cannot see the opening of the Gates of Hell, but young lady, your eyes are unusual, and you were able to see it. However, young lady, your skills are superb, and these wandering souls are staring at you because they have been hungry for a long time. Don't be afraid, these wandering souls from the underworld have come here to listen to the sutras. This is a sacred Buddhist place, and it is guarded by underworld officials, so they naturally dare not act rashly."

Xu Milu thought about it and agreed. After all, there was a living Sandalwood Merit Buddha above her head. Even if there was a great demon, it would be converted on the spot.

Thinking about it that way, she wasn't afraid anymore, and she scooped up some noodles for the burly man.

The burly, dark-skinned man ate twenty bowls of noodles before finally putting down his bowl with some regret. He touched his clothes, and his face suddenly turned ashamed.

"Female benefactor, I came down in a hurry and I don't have any silver on me. How about I exchange this item for you?"

He actually pulled out a jade branch from his sleeve. It was warm and smooth, and hidden under the green leaves were tiny osmanthus blossoms the size of rice grains. Just taking it out, it was fragrant and its cool aroma was refreshing.

[Silver Osmanthus Tree Branch: Growing in the Moon Palace, planted by the Moon Goddess, a celestial plant born from the essence of the moon. Its flowers are non-toxic and can be used in medicine or to make tea, with a sweet and fragrant taste.]

[Gene editing, which consumes 0.3% of energy, can then be used for cutting transplantation.]

Another divine product!

Xu Milu nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice:

"Yes, yes, yes, of course you can."

Seeing how happy she was, the fat, dark-skinned man felt a little embarrassed. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and shouted at the ox-headed and horse-faced guardians watching over the ghosts in the arena:

"This vegetarian noodle dish is delicious. If you two underworld messengers are not busy, please come and have a bowl!"

The horse-faced man, carrying the iron chain, tilted his head and noticed the fat, dark-skinned man, then bowed respectfully from afar.

"I didn't realize it was an envoy in person?"

The burly, dark-skinned man waved his hand, grinned, and looked quite familiar with the situation.

“I was meditating on the altar when I smelled the aroma of this young lady’s cooking, and I descended to the mortal world because I was so tempted. If you are not busy, please keep an eye on her. The ingredients she uses will be good for you too!”

After saying that, the fat man chuckled at Xu Milu, strode confidently into Huasheng Temple, and disappeared.

Xu Milu never expected to encounter such a "hardcore" solicitation, leaving her both amused and exasperated.

The nine-foot-tall horse-faced man and minotaur were extremely imposing. Only after getting closer did Xu Milu realize that the feet in their black mist were horse hooves and bull hooves, and the footprints they left on the ground were also split in two.

The underworld messengers came to my door, not to collect my soul, but to eat noodles!

While kneading the dough, Xu Milu calmly chatted with the two underworld messengers: "Brothers, I have some vegetarian food here. Are there any dietary restrictions?"

Horse-face's voice was deep, with a slight sawing noise, but he spoke politely:

"We've been traveling all night and are quite hungry. If there were any vegetarian dishes, that would be wonderful. —Are you acquainted with the Clean Altar Messenger, young lady?"

"That must be it, otherwise why would they present a silver osmanthus tree as a gift—"

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