Chapter 130 National Mourning
This is true whether it is a daytime banquet or a nighttime banquet.
The taste of the food is secondary; what is more important is the strong human atmosphere in it.
Maybe it’s the aroma of meat buns wafting through the morning market, the sweetness of honey during festive occasions, or the taste of a bowl of chicken soup cooked by my mother.
These tastes are very novel experiences for monsters who have rarely been around in the human world.
For those friends who were once human and later became ghosts, these are very distant but never-fading memories.
This is true for the three sisters, and also for Yu He and the Bian brothers.
Gong Mengbi sat with him, Fatty Kang cooked, and Xiangjun served the dishes.
Because they were Yin officials and their fellow palace member Meng Bi was a personal friend, Fatty Kang and Xiang Jun did not sit down at the table.
In fact, they couldn't eat anymore after the meal they had during the day.
Only Gong Mengbi restrained himself intentionally, knowing that there would be another show in the evening, so he left some food in his stomach.
As they drank and chatted, they exchanged some information about the underworld and talked about their recent troubles.
It was not until the dishes were served that the three of them exclaimed, "There is a talented person around the Fox Club. This is a fairy chef."
Yu He said, "I haven't tasted this in hundreds of years. Thanks to you, it reminds me of many past events."
Originally, they weren't talking about official business, but talking about personal interactions made it easier to bring the two closer together.
They were only halfway through their meal when the three of them suddenly trembled and their faces became serious at the same time.
Yu He looked at the food on the table and said, "What a pity."
"Fox Club, the Yue Mansion has summoned us. We have to go."
Gong Mengbi was startled because this time had been agreed upon beforehand. In theory, he would not receive any tasks from his superiors if it was not during official hours.
But now Yu He and the Bian brothers have been summoned, one is a civil official and two are military officers, it seems that something big has happened in the underworld again.
Gong Mengbi said solemnly, "Official business is more important. Let's talk about this another day."
The three of them apologized deeply, agreed to meet again next time, and then disappeared into Shouyue Tower.
Xiangjun was just bringing up the next dish when he saw the three men were gone and asked, "Did they leave? Did the food not suit your appetite?"
Gong Mengbi was a little worried and said, "It's a summons from the underworld. Maybe something happened."
There was no other way, so they had to remove the food they had eaten and invite Fatty Kang to the table. The three of them continued to drink with the prepared dishes.
While eating and drinking, Fatty Kang said, "Brother, I plan to take Xiao Yi'er to Jinhua."
Gong Mengbi was stunned for a moment, put down his chopsticks, and asked, "Why do you want to go to Jinhua?"
Fatty Kang said, "Jinhua is a prosperous place. I want to open a restaurant there so that Xiao Yier can practice his skills."
"We must conquer guests from all corners of the world with our cooking skills. The delicious taste of food cannot be achieved by just shutting ourselves up in isolation; it requires constant practice and refinement. Only by understanding the place and the people can we make good dishes."
Gong Mengbi nodded and said, "Brother, what you said makes sense, but please wait a few more days. I have something to give to Xiao Yi'er."
Fatty Kang was not in a hurry to leave. He was here to teach his disciples, not to leave.
If it weren't for the fact that his apprentice needed teaching, what would be wrong with staying in Shouyue Tower? There are also several female vixens specifically to serve him.
Xiang Jun said, "Why not take me with you?"
"Ah?" Fatty Kang was dumbfounded.
Xiang Jun said, "I rarely leave Longpan Mountain. When I occasionally wander into the human world, it's to learn human language and form. I'm not as knowledgeable as you. If I want to cultivate to the sixth level, I can't stay in Xiangzhu Ridge all alone. I need to meet more people and have the opportunity to comprehend the wonders of the spirits. Since you are very familiar with the human world, why don't you take me with you?"
Fatty Kang thought carefully and said, "But I'm a chef and I want to open a restaurant. What are you doing with me?"
Xiang Jun was also in a spur of the moment mood, and when he thought of this, he sighed and said, "Yes, I was in a spur of the moment mood, and it made you distressed."
Gong Mengbi laughed: "Sister, why don't you ask me?"
"Ah?" Xiang Jun looked at Gong Mengbi.
Fatty Kang nodded repeatedly: "Ask him, ask him. Even though he may not be very capable, he is in charge of nearly a hundred foxes."
Xiang Jun asked, "Little Fox, do you have any ideas?"
Gong Mengbi said, "If your sister becomes a cook with this appearance, I'm afraid there will be trouble. But if she becomes a witch, it's another matter."
"Divine witch?" Xiang Jun lowered his head and thought.
Gong Mengbi continued, "I have an envoy under my command who is a divine sorcerer. She comes into contact with countless people from all walks of life. If you are interested, I can ask her to take you in. Then, you can pretend to be a divine sorcerer and not be afraid of being coveted by others."
In this world where demons and gods appear, you can't be a witch without any ability.
Moreover, ordinary people have always been frightened and afraid of characters like witches, so there is a certain convenience in having this title.
Xiang Jun was tempted, but he said, "Let me think about it first. I don't deal with people very much, so I'm afraid I won't be able to be a shaman."
Gong Mengbi smiled and said, "That's even simpler. Just pretend that you're raised by ghosts and gods and don't know how to handle worldly affairs. Then find two people to help you manage things. That will make you more credible."
This set of rhetoric made Xiang Jun look at him deeply and said, "As expected, a fox is a fox."
Gong Mengbi made a gesture to keep silent.
Xiang Jun sighed: "Okay, then I'll listen to you."
Gong Mengbi said, "However, there really aren't many people here in Wuning County. Sister, if you listen to the rules, you can go to Jinhua with your brother so that we can look after each other."
Fatty Kang agreed readily this time: "That's as it should be."
There are pros and cons to living in this world.
Fatty Kang's path of cultivation is obviously closely related to the mundane world, so entering the world is necessary for him.
But Xiangjun is different. She was born on the earth, grew up in the mountains, and gained enlightenment from nature. She has a natural simplicity and wildness.
If she enters the world, whether it will be good or bad is really uncertain.
Gong Mengbi made this suggestion precisely because witches are among the spirits and gods, close to humans yet separated from them by a certain distance. It's a perfectly suitable position for them to observe the various aspects of life without having to become involved.
I don’t know if this is useful, but it is indeed some of Gong Mengbi’s vague thoughts and suggestions.
Yu He and the other two left, leaving Gong Mengbi and the other two to have a drink, which was also quite interesting.
But soon, Gong Mengbi found out the reason why they left in a hurry.
Because the holiday was over, the foxes who were hanging out in the city returned to the Fox Courtyard and brought back a piece of news - the emperor had passed away.
The death of the emperor is a national mourning.
The city gods all made symbolic gestures to show their respect.
Gong Mengbi was horrified: "Dead?"
A few months ago, at the inauguration ceremony of Shouyue Tower, Meng Hua and Wen Mengchun of the Hidden Dragon Sect unexpectedly broke in and talked about the emperor.
The old emperor was old and had a desire for immortality. He worshipped monks and Taoist masters, hoping that they could provide him with secret methods and elixirs to prolong his life.
At that time, there was no news that the emperor was ill, he was just a little older.
How long has it been since then, and he's already dead?
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