Chapter 221: A wisp of fragrant soul, a long-haired pig
Gong Mengbi handed the wine gourd in his hand to Zhao Siqi. Zhao Siqi took it and realized that the aroma that woke him up from his sleep was exactly this wine.
Zhao Siqi pulled out the cork of the bottle and took a sip. He felt a wisp of cold air going straight into his internal organs from his mouth, but in a flash, it aroused the magic power in his body, and a yang and warm breath surged out, making his whole body warm.
"Good wine!" Zhao Siqi exclaimed.
Gong Mengbi smiled and said, "This wine is called Soul-Restoring Soup. It is very precious and is a wonderful product for nourishing your soul. Drink more."
Zhao Siqi gulped down the resurrection soup until he could drink no more. Then he burped and said with a dizzy head, "Thank you, Fox Fairy, for the wine."
Gong Mengbi said: "There is still a long way to go, Xiao Qi, you have done very well."
Zhao Siqi laughed and said, "It's just wandering, it's not a big deal."
Gong Mengbi said: "It is already remarkable. I am only here as a Yin spirit now, and cannot stay for long."
Zhao Siqi struggled to sit up, looked at Gong Mengbi reluctantly, and said, "Are you leaving?"
Gong Mengbi said, "If you encounter any problems in the future, you can try to pray to me. If I hear you, I will definitely respond. Xiao Qi, you are one step closer to perfection."
Zhao Siqi said solemnly, "I won't let you down."
As he spoke, he could no longer hold on and lay down, falling into a deep sleep.
Gong Mengbi laughed, glanced at the statue of King Qingshan, nodded slightly, and then turned into smoke and disappeared.
Zhao Siqi was in a deep sleep, and in a daze, he heard someone calling him: "This young master, this young master."
He followed the voice in a daze and saw a gentle-looking middle-aged man standing in front of him. He bowed and said, "Sir, thank you for offering incense to me."
Zhao Siqi recognized that this was the King of Qingshan.
King Qingshan led Zhao Siqi forward. Black peonies blossomed on both sides of the road, like ink splashed across the landscape. The peonies turned toward King Qingshan, as if displaying their grace and beauty.
Zhao Siqi asked doubtfully, "Black Peony? How rare!"
King Qingshan smiled and said, "It is precisely because of their enchanting beauty that they are rare. I was born a flower lover, and I have worked hard to cultivate these black peonies to achieve this variety."
Zhao Siqi exclaimed in admiration, "So he is a gentleman."
King Qingshan sighed, "You are no more than a lonely soul. Young Master, I have a favor to ask of you."
Zhao Siqi asked doubtfully, "Please speak."
King Qingshan looked at the black peonies, a gentle light in his eyes. "I just saw you drinking a resurrection soup in the temple, so I thought I'd shamelessly ask for some."
"I am but a lonely soul, so I don't need the resurrection soup. However, these peonies are rare, and others don't know how to care for them. Now they have died. I will only lend you a sip of the resurrection soup to send these fragrant souls back to life."
Zhao Siqi was moved. Remembering that he still had some of the resurrection soup left, he said, "This is the wine the fox fairy gave me. If you can use it to do good, I'm sure the fox fairy won't blame you. Please use it."
King Qingshan then took the wine gourd from Xiaoqi's waist, drew a talisman on it, and blew gently. The resurrection soup in the gourd turned into a wisp of mist, floating among the black peony.
King Qingshan handed the wine gourd back to Xiao Qi and said, "Thank you, young master."
Zhao Siqi shook his head and said, "It's just a token of appreciation, not something worthy of praise."
King Qingshan smiled and said, "Young Master is a kind person. I see that your soul is missing. I have nothing else but a wisp of fragrant soul as a gift to nourish your mind."
King Qingshan leaned over and plucked a black peony from the roadside, handing it to Zhao Siqi, saying, "It's all thanks to you, young master, that this flower has come back to life. Please don't refuse it."
Zhao Siqi had no choice but to take the black peony, and the black peony turned into a light ink-like aura and fell on Zhao Siqi.
King Qingshan invited Zhao Siqi to take a seat and presented him with delicious food.
When Zhao Siqi woke up, it was already noon, but he didn't feel hungry, as if he had eaten a lot in his dream.
He shook the wine gourd and found a mouthful of resurrection soup left, which he drank in one gulp.
Looking at the statue of King Qingshan, he smiled and said, "Your Majesty is a gentleman. We shall meet again by chance."
He lit three more incense sticks to King Qingshan, and when he went out, he found that under the temple steps, which he had not noticed yesterday, were actually covered with broken peony branches.
Overnight, hidden vitality emerged again.
Zhao Siqi laughed, feeling cheerful, and strode down the mountain. It was the New Year's Eve, and the wealthy were willing to give alms, so he could ask for some money and rice.
I had a full meal last night, and there is tonight and tomorrow night.
When Zhao Siqi woke up, the drunk foxes, monsters, and ghosts in Shouyue Tower also gradually woke up.
Fatty Kang was already busy preparing today's meal. Seeing Gong Mengbi enter the kitchen, he asked, "How's the Resurrection Soup? Is it working?"
Gong Mengbi said: "I even added a cup of Guanghan Feixian wine, how can it not be useful?"
Fatty Kang, upon hearing him talk about Zhao Siqi yesterday, sighed, "He's a pitiful child, too. You let him wander the human world, cultivating with the various human qualities to replenish his own spirit. I'm afraid he'll get used to seeing all sorts of human life and gradually become disheartened."
After all, all the various aspects of human life eventually return to silence. A young heart, after experiencing too much, is likely to show signs of old age.
Gong Mengbi said, "This is what makes him so rare. When I went to see him, I saw that he was full of good karma. He wandered all the way and did many good deeds without caring about his life."
Fatty Kang laughed. "That's right! It's worth my staying up late to make the resurrection soup."
"Resurrection Soup?" Xiao Yier yawned and rubbed his eyes as he entered the kitchen. His eyes lit up when he heard this and he said, "Is there any more? I want some too!"
Fatty Kang pinched his chubby face and said, "You want to eat everything. Sooner or later, you'll get a stomachache."
Xiao Yier cried out in pain, pouted and looked at Gong Mengbi, saying, "Uncle Master, look at Master!"
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