Chapter 192: The Beginning of Dao Heart

192 The Beginning of the Dao Heart

Frequent fainting made him irritable. After getting up from the ground for the eighth time, the pale-faced scholar no longer dared to stay in Ping'an Temple any longer.

When he left, his figure was as quick as a gust of wind, so fast that Xiang Jiannan didn't even have the chance to see him off.

The speed was too fast to catch up, and before suddenly leaving, the pale-faced scholar just took a last look at the clay statue of his master. He had something to say but gave up.

"Let him be."

Just as she stepped out of the incense hall, Gao Yuan stopped her, took the yellow silk bag from her, and opened it again.

The several-inch-long green dragon's horn was still oozing blood, dyeing all the silk that had come into contact with it red.

It’s small in size, but it has great energy.

“This is too expensive.”

Looking at the green dragon horn in the master's hand, Xiang Jiannan felt that the white-faced scholar who left must be extremely regretful at this moment. He felt a little moved when he spoke.

Regardless of whether the green dragon knew about it beforehand, he saw everything that happened in the incense hall with his own eyes.

How much cultivation would such a small piece cost the pale-faced scholar? When he kept fainting, he and his master just watched quietly from the side.

The main reason is that the fainting time is too short. Just after falling down, he can get up immediately.

"I didn't expect that either."

He folded the yellow silk cloth several times and stuffed it in front of his chest. He turned his head and saw Xiang Jiannan staring at him without saying a word. Gao Yuan pointed to the backyard and explained: "Chen Jingxuan is still in the backyard. Disciple, don't you want to go over and take a look?"

"Don't worry, Master, I'm just keeping it for you first."

After saying this, he was about to run away, but was grabbed by Xiang Jiannan who was already prepared.

"Let's go together. After all, you invited us here."

The old Taoist priest was very reluctant to hear this. He looked at Xiang Jiannan with a serious expression and finally nodded.

He really had no selfish intentions in his heart, he was just afraid that something might happen to his disciple. The pile of jewels in the incense hall had not been collected yet. If this was seen by other people, it would easily have an adverse impact on their Ping'an Temple.

Afterwards, he entered the incense hall and used his "Sleeve of Universe" to collect all the glittering jewels. Only then did he follow Xiang Jiannan to the backyard with satisfaction.

When they arrived at the place, Chen Jingxuan was nowhere to be seen. Only Wang Yihang was standing by the stone table in a daze. When he saw the two of them come in, he immediately stood up and said, "The young master went back a long time ago. Didn't you see the master and senior brothers?"

"No."

Turning around, he saw the old Taoist priest getting up and about to go into the house. Thinking that he had indeed not seen Chen Jingxuan before, Xiang Jiannan couldn't help feeling confused.

To get from the backyard to the gate of Ping An Temple, one must pass by the incense hall. How did Chen Jingxuan do it without a trace? Following Gao Yuan into the room, he stood still, wanting only to ask questions.

I wonder if Chen Jingxuan heard everything they said to the white-faced scholar. Although this scholar is not a loud speaker like Wang Yixing, he may not be able to keep secrets. The identity of the white-faced scholar cannot be revealed for the time being. If the people in the town know that they have dealings with Qing Jiao, who knows what kind of trouble will arise.

"Three parts salt, two parts sauce."

He did not show any concern about Chen Jingxuan's departure. He took out a yellow bag from his arms and placed it on the table. He seemed to have already thought of a way to place the Qingjiao horn. Gao Yuan spoke, and Xiang Jiannan reacted instantly after hearing it. He felt that it was indeed right to follow the old Taoist's approach.

You don't want to pickle the contents of the yellow mulberry, do you? I, Xiang Jiannan, will definitely not agree to such a wasteful practice.

The main reason is that there is no need to do so. I, Xiang Jiannan, can swallow something that is a few inches long, even if it is eaten raw.

His own method of dealing with the green dragon horn was naturally to take it orally, even though his master had not said anything yet. Based on his own experience before traveling through time, this green dragon horn was very similar to deer antler.

It is just more precious than deer antler. According to legend, a dragon with horns spread out will turn into a dragon in a short time.

If I can't put it into my stomach, I would feel sorry for the scholar and let him suffer so much.

"Go to town now and buy a big rooster. Make sure it's as fat as possible."

Xiang Jiannan felt that someone always wanted to get rid of him. He stared at the green dragon horn on the table and thought for a long time. Gao Yuan gave another order soon. He saw that his disciple was not very willing. Fortunately, Wang and his group were still sitting in the backyard at this time.

I originally wanted to come in with my senior brother, but after I stood up, I took a look and finally gave up.

I still have some vision. My senior brother's expression shows that he and the master have something to say after entering the room.

"No, I have some at home."

When Wang Yihang heard Gao Yuan's call and came to the door, he agreed immediately when he saw him asking him to buy a rooster.

He ran back home and was chased and blocked by his family for a long time before he returned triumphantly with a big rooster.

The roosters in their house like to peck at people. Maybe they sensed that it was more dangerous than before, so when facing him today, they suddenly became particularly united.

Several roosters attacked together, each one more vicious than the other. He heard his brothers asking him to use magic countless times, and after finally succeeding, he was still ridiculed.

Why use a butcher knife to catch a chicken? This was the only answer he could give at the time. The reason was very simple. He and his party had only been at Ping'an Temple for a few days and had not yet read all the scriptures fluently.

"Disciple, go to the front and watch."

The rooster was delivered to the place where hot water had been prepared, and the two disciples were assigned tasks. Gao Yu'an then walked into the kitchen. When Xiang Jiannan heard that it was time to have lunch and came to the backyard, he saw that Wang Yihang was almost dying.

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He stared at the dish in the middle of the table without moving his eyes, holding the chopsticks in both hands, greedily eating the pieces of meat in the dish.

The chef didn't need to light the fire himself to cook today. After cleaning the rooster and putting it into the pot, he shook a flame from his sleeve and let it fall into the stove.

Ginger was added as a seasoning in the middle, but what surprised me the most was that grass jelly was added afterwards.

The magic herb seemed to melt as soon as it entered the water, and when the pot was taken out of the pot, the fire in the stove just went out.

Isn't it said that fairy grass is a very precious thing? Just cook it with the rooster so casually? Wang and his party are in for a treat today.

"Why is there no taste?"

He picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth. After chewing it for a few times, he felt that it tasted very bland. Xiang Jiannan turned his head to look at the master.

The old Taoist priest in my memory did not have such a bland taste. He was always serious about cooking.

Never make the mistake of forgetting to add salt.

"There are too many ingredients. No matter how much salt is added, it won't bring out the flavor. Please drink more soup, my disciple."

Like Wang Yihang, he couldn't stop eating and spat out a few bones. Gao Yuan didn't seem to want to explain:

"I have already put all the things I got these days into the pot, but the chicken is a little bit off. It would be best if I could replace it with a carrier pigeon from the Demon Subduing Division."

Wang Yihang, who was listening, ate voraciously with his cheeks puffed out. He turned his head and mouthed something to Xiang Jiannan:

“Magic grass!”

Old Taoist, why didn’t you say it earlier!

Awakened by Wang Yixing's words, and thinking of what he said before about three parts salt and two parts sauce, Xiang Jiannan had a premonition that the horn of the green dragon might no longer exist. He used both hands to take a sip of soup and a mouthful of meat, and the three masters and apprentices began a life-and-death competition.

Only after he had finished everything in the bowl did he lean back and burp contentedly.

High-end ingredients require more ingredients, but Wang Yixing was too slow to remind them, so he only managed to eat half full.

"Why do I feel so hot?"

After the break, he wanted to clean up the dishes. Just as he stood up from the stone bench, Wang Yixing suddenly raised his hand and touched his neck. Xiang Jiannan felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to speak, but felt like his throat was stuck.

He only felt waves of tearing pain in his chest, and his mouth opened wide, becoming even more exaggerated than Wang Yixing.

Too nutritious? Or did the chef put some medicine in the dish? Why can't I make any sound all of a sudden?

(End of this chapter)