After asking the questions, Gu Mingtai waited for a long time but received no answer from his chef. When he looked up, he saw that his chef's whole mind was focused on the kitchen in front.
"Master, did you hear what I said? Also, Master, please wipe your saliva. It's embarrassing."
Monk Jingchen wiped the corner of his mouth, only then did he realize that it was dry. He then realized that he had been deceived by this unfilial disciple in front of him. He immediately raised his hand and hit him, "You little bastard, you even dare to deceive your master, don't you? You have no respect for your master."
Gu Mingtai touched his head and smiled secretly. Monk Jingchen, who had tried to save his face, then remembered that his disciple seemed to have some questions for him.
"Didn't you just say you had something to ask me? Go ahead." "Master, have you ever seen high-level talisman paper drawn with human blood? It's even more powerful than the high-level talismans drawn by those people in the Dao Sect."
"I've heard of it, but there's no way this kind of blood talisman paper exists in this world, because people who possess this kind of blood only appear in books."
"But Master, I have seen it, and there is also this." As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Mingtai took out a piece of blood talisman paper that Meng gave him from his bag.
When Monk Jingchen saw the talisman, his eyes narrowed, he snatched it away, and sniffed it, "How is it possible? There really is such blood in this world!"
"Disciple, where did you get this talisman paper?" Gu Mingtai looked at his master's expression and guessed that his master must know about the problem of Xiao Meng's blood.
"Master, can you tell me what's going on with this blood?"
Monk Jingchen immediately said, "It's the blood of Nuwa. I also read about it in an ancient book. Legend has it that talismans drawn with the blood of Nuwa's descendants can defeat any demon."
"The blood of Nuwa's descendants!" Gu Mingtai bit these words and looked towards the kitchen.
Monk Jingchen clutched the talisman tightly. "Disciple, remember this. If you know that person, tell her to be extremely careful. This kind of blood is extremely pure and yin, rarely seen once in a thousand years. If a cultivator obtains it, not only will their magical powers increase greatly, but they can also become a god in one fell swoop. Be extremely careful."
Gu Mingtai nodded, "I understand, Master."
Just then, Zhang Meng and Grandma Zhang came out of the kitchen carrying cooked food.
Zhang Meng called out to the master and disciple in the courtyard, "Master Jingchen, Gu Mingtai, come in and eat."
"Old man, I'll be right there." Without being called, Monk Jingchen hurriedly followed Grandma Zhang into the main hall.
Zhang Meng was about to catch up when she suddenly realized the man behind her was still standing there. He fell back and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look so serious. What did your master say to you?"
Gu Mingtai looked at her, opened his mouth, and finally shook his head and smiled, "I didn't say anything, it's just that the master scolded me a few words just now, and I feel a little uncomfortable."
Zhang Meng used one hand to touch his head, "Be good, it's just a scolding, there's nothing to be sad about."
"Smell it, this is something grandma made especially for you, it smells delicious. Come on, follow me inside to eat."
Pulled him into the main room.
"You stinky old man, this is what I made for my granddaughter and grandson-in-law, not for you. Spit it out!"
"I won't." Monk Jingchen said in a scoundrel voice.
When the two came in, they saw the two old men fighting over something. This late breakfast was eaten amidst noisy laughter.
The young couple stayed at home with Grandma Zhang for the whole day.
At dinner time in the evening, the house was bustling again, with the sounds of the elderly quarreling and the children laughing.
The next day, villagers soon came to ask for help.
Thinking that he still needed the help of the villagers when he was not at home, Zhang Meng would try his best to help anyone who came to his house for help.
It took another busy morning to send these people away.
During lunch, Zhang Meng heard Grandma Zhang talk about Xiaobao.
"Now everyone in the village says that Xiaobao has inherited your true teachings. Normally when you're not in the village, if anyone encounters any difficulties, they will go to Xiaobao for help. But now that you're back, everyone still trusts you as their master more."
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