Chapter 262 The Fighter Among Chickens

After that, they rested once more before reaching their destination.

Looking at the old and dilapidated Taoist temple in front of them, Elder Liu cried again, very sadly.

"Little Master, you...are you living in such a place now?"

You used to want to repair Kunqing Gate before you were willing to move in.

And such a far place, he always remembered that when Little Master took them out to play secretly, he often said that Kunqing Gate was too remote and too far away, and it was not convenient to go down the mountain to buy something to see the hustle and bustle.

But now...he lives in such a dilapidated, deserted place, which is more remote and farther away than Kunqing Gate.

It seems that everything his Little Master liked before has moved away from him.

Shen Zhizhuo patted his head and said, "Why are you crying at such an old age? I live here in good health and can run and jump better than you. Do you have any opinion?"

He didn't care at all, and he was as carefree and unrestrained as when he was young. It seemed that Old Liu saw the charming and handsome young master again.

But... I really, really felt sorry for him.

He was obviously a young master with a carefree life and both talent and beauty.

"Come on, I will take you to visit my Taoist temple."

Shen Zhizhuo called out and took them to the Taoist temple.

But a few minutes later, Shen Zhiyin's childish voice with a little anger came.

"Old man! You burned down the stove room again!"

The fair and pretty little Shen Zhiyin stood in the stove room. The walls on all sides were pitch black as far as the naked eye could see, with a few traces of repairs visible in between.

Shen Zhizhuo shrank his neck guiltily and muttered softly: "It's the fire that's out of control, what does it have to do with me."

He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the stove: "Silly girl, go and light the fire. I'll show you my cooking skills now. They're much better now. It just so happens that I picked some mushrooms from the mountains yesterday to entertain the guests."

Shen Zhiyin: "I don't..."

But Shen Zhizhuo pressed her in front of the stove very firmly: "I will cook better if you light the fire."

"Let me see the mushrooms you picked first."

"What do you mean? Although my eyesight is not good, I can still tell the difference between poisonous mushrooms and non-toxic ones. The ones I ate before were all because they were not cooked well."

Shen Zhiyin:... No, you can't tell the difference.

"Little Master, are you cooking? It's so embarrassing to let the young people do it."

Shen Zhizhuo was very stubborn: "No, I will do it myself."

He must show the little girl his improved cooking skills today to make things clear for himself.

Of course, other people can't just watch Shen Zhizhuo busying himself. Instead, these old people are interested in cooking with Shen Zhizhuo.

So Shen Zhiyin, who was lighting the fire, was driven out.

"Why should a child light the fire? I will do this job. When I was young, I was a soldier in the kitchen for a period of time."

Shen Zhiyin looked at Shen Zhizhuo with big eyes: "I have to watch the old man."

"What's so good about that? You are not a child anymore. You are a little baby and you still worry about adults. Don't worry, we are here."

Shen Zhiyin was pushed out of the door and stood at the door watching a group of old people busying themselves: ... ...

With so many people, there must be someone who can recognize the poisonous mushrooms, right?

She had told them before that the old man couldn't tell poisonous mushrooms from non-toxic ones, so he should be able to keep an eye on them, right?

Shen Zhiyin wanted to go in, she was always worried.

But she was carried away by Shen Mujin: "Auntie, although this Taoist temple is dilapidated, the air and scenery here are very good. I saw a peach tree, take us to pick peaches."

The spiritual energy here is much better than that in the city. He accidentally drew the energy into his body. Although he couldn't practice it yet, he could feel the surging spiritual energy around him.

"Xiaojin also wants to go out. Is there water in this mountain?"

Shen Zhiyin nodded: "There is a stream."

"Are the peaches ripe?"

"Some of them should be ripe at this time, but there are other fruits."

When Shen Zhizhuo was bored in the mountains, he also planted a lot of fruit trees to pass the time.

There are fruits to eat in this mountain all year round, so even if the food cooked by Shen Zhizhuo is terrible, the grandfather and grandson will not starve to death.

Shen Zhiyin, the young aunt, took her three nephews and grandchildren to find fruits and familiarize themselves with the surrounding environment. She temporarily forgot about the group of old men and women who were busy in the kitchen.

Forget it, even if she is poisoned, it’s okay, she has a detoxification pill.

At this time, in the kitchen, Shen Zhizhuo came out with a bunch of mushrooms to wash.

"Little uncle, these mushrooms are so bright, could they be poisonous?"

"Nonsense, they are milk mushrooms, which are originally red."

"Oh."

Old Liu believed it without a doubt.

"What about this one?"

Old Liu came out with a bunch of white mushrooms.

"Stupid, that's the Boletus, that's the Cephalus, that's the Cephalus, that's the Cephalus chinensis..."

Shen Zhizhuo pointed at them one by one, his tone and expression were very firm.

He was so firm that Old Liu believed him.

"Don't listen to that stinky girl's nonsense, there's nothing wrong with these mushrooms, I just didn't fry them well before, think about it, Cephalus chinensis is originally poisonous mushrooms, but they are no longer poisonous after being fried, if they were really poisonous, I would have died long ago, right?"

Old Liu nodded very pertinently, that's right, his junior master uncle is so knowledgeable, how could he not tell whether the mushrooms are poisonous or not?

The other old men next to him wore reading glasses and touched their chins to look at them carefully for a long time.

"Can you tell mushrooms apart? Didn't you say you've been in the kitchen?"

"I've been in the kitchen, but I've never cooked mushrooms."

"Is that a problem?"

"No problem!"

Then everyone got to work in a hurry, cutting mushrooms, frying mushrooms, boiling mushrooms...

Shen Zhizhuo even went to the chicken coop to snatch eggs from three old hens and was chased all over the chicken coop.

"I raised all of you. I fed you until you were fat and strong. Now you're repaying me with ingratitude, right? I only ate a few of your eggs, not your meat. I didn't say anything when you went out to fool around with wild chickens. If you peck me again, I'll be really mad. Today, I'll let that stinky girl teach you a lesson!"

He was so angry. These three chickens sometimes ate his good stuff. He was pecked every time he ate two eggs!

When Old Liu saw his junior master being bullied, he immediately stopped and rolled up his sleeves to help.

Then... the two old men who were chased and pecked turned into two old men running away with their heads in their hands.

“Junior Master, how come your chickens are so powerful!”

Shen Zhizhuo said unhappily, “Why do you think I’m so mean? That stinky girl feeds these three chickens so well that they can fight with mountain eagles, and fight one against three against weasels and foxes!” There

are many animals in their mountains, and they used to raise ten chickens in the Taoist temple, but some weasels and wild foxes stole some of them. Shen Zhiyin was so angry that he trained the remaining chickens as disciples of his sect. He went to the mountains every day to train their chicken meat and their flying ability, and fed them medicine.

During the training, several chickens were eliminated and died, and finally they were eaten by the chickens. Only these three survived successfully. They can fight with weasels, foxes and eagles without any problem. They are truly fighters among chickens.