Chapter 87 He Deserves to Die (Additional Update)

Lin Du's mind was ready to move, but a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder, "Little Master, let's go, we're going to Qinglu Village."

It’s Mo Lin.

He rarely took the initiative to reach out and touch Lin Du.

Lin Du suppressed his doubts, thanked the two girls again, and closed the door.

Almost at the moment when the door was closing, Lin Du looked through the gate and saw the two girls turn around and walk into the house at the same time, the silver ornaments on their bodies rustling.

The group walked out of the alley, and Mo Lin just spoke, his sword-like eyebrows slightly wrinkled, "It's a corpse puppet."

Lin Du's heart skipped a beat, and his mind quickly recalled what he had written in his notes the day before.

Xia Tianwu also nodded, "Indeed, they look no different from ordinary people. The exotic flowers and vines concealed the deathly aura, so you didn't notice that the two people had no vitality. Moreover, the method used by the person who refined them was extremely special. Their bodies are almost the same as before death. Their expressions and tone of voice are still the same as those of their teenage years before death, and..."

"Those two girls were both very happy when they died, so they don't hold any resentment in them."

Lin Du has already recalled that in the western part of southern Yunnan, there was a group of people called Corpse Makers who refined corpses into puppets. However, most of them could only move according to instructions, and their appearance still retained the appearance when they were refined. Most of them were not very good-looking, and they had a very heavy evil aura on them. They were not like the two girls who loved to talk and laugh.

She just thought it was a puppet with consciousness, but she felt it was strange and was hesitant to confirm it.

The book records that there is a kind of zombie puppet that is unaware that it is dead.

Mo Lin didn't let her investigate, perhaps because he was afraid of angering the zombie.

It is true that talking on paper is not as good as practicing. Lin Du played with the folding fan in his hand.

Tao Xian also heard this, but he didn't say anything and just followed mechanically.

"Fellow Daoist Tao, would you mind asking for directions? Or do you recognize that village?" Lin Du tilted his head and looked at Tao Xian.

Tao Xian came to his senses and said, "I'm afraid I have to ask for directions."

Although he was from southern Yunnan and was familiar with the distribution of power and folk customs in various places, this place was in the western part of southern Yunnan, not within the sphere of influence of the Feixing Sect. Those small mountain villages were scattered in the mountains, and it would take some effort to find them.

Lin Du said, "I thought Daoyou Tao was very familiar with the nearby mountain villages."

After all, when we were on the boat, he said that if you want to eat Lingcong, you can go to the mountain villages in the western part of southern Yunnan. That’s where it’s produced and it’s the freshest.

Maybe, like her, it's just talk?

Tao Xian found a small vendor to ask for directions. The vendor had a wooden cart full of mountain products. Phoenix City was shrouded in clouds and mist, so the sunlight was not too glaring, but Lin Du squinted his eyes.

She wanted to crack open Tao Xian's brain to see what was hidden inside.

After all, she was always a little worried about people from Feixing Sect.

Although there was no evil aura about this man, and only the spiritual power fluctuations of a righteous disciple, there was indeed something strange about him.

They left home early in the morning and arrived in Phoenix City in the afternoon. Shao Fei and Mo Lin were mortals and were already feeling a little hungry.

It's not that there are no fasting pills, but those things are for people who temporarily go into caves in the mountains to practice meditation in seclusion, and are not suitable for people who are in a hurry to travel.

"Let's eat first and then hurry on our way." Lin Du glanced at Mo Lin, who was starting to feel cold again, and Shao Fei, who was already looking extremely pale, and made the final decision.

Tao Xian was stunned for a moment, "Master, don't you need the fasting pill?"

"That thing is a bit greasy," Lin Du crossed his arms, "and it doesn't fill you up."

She had read in a book that the ingredients used in the Bigu Pills were ginseng, Poria cocos, Atractylodes macrocephala, Chinese yam, Astragalus membranaceus, jujube, as well as peanut kernels, chestnut kernels, walnut kernels and the like. The ingredients used could be simple or luxurious, depending on one's wealth; some even used soybeans.

Simply put, it is a large concentration of protein, carbohydrates and unsaturated fatty acids.

This thing is generally used by monks when they go into seclusion in caves in the mountains. Because they mostly meditate and practice cultivation during seclusion, the consumption is not large, so a few pills can provide the nutrients needed for a day.

But Lindu is still growing up, so his nickname is "Never Full", and Molin has been practicing body training all year round, so his scientific name is "Always Hungry". The basal metabolic volume of both of them in a day is ridiculously large, so they have to take a lot of fasting pills to meet their needs.

They don't like to eat either.

The Supreme Sect does not need to take the fasting pills unless it is necessary. Anyway, it will take at most a few hundred years to advance to the fourth stage and then one can go without food and drink.

Tao Xian: ...this damn rich kid.

Do you know how expensive pure spiritual food is outside?

If the food is not grown in the spiritual field, it is ordinary food and contains too many impurities, which is not conducive to cultivation.

These people acted like rich kids who were ignorant of the sufferings of ordinary people. They naturally thought it was just a small matter.

Tao Xian discussed in a low voice, "I am just an ordinary disciple of Feixing Sect. I will need to save money to marry a wife in the future. Taoist priest, please forgive me."

"Don't you have a hospitality fee in your company?" Lin Du asked.

It seems that Feixing faction is not doing well. What good company doesn't allocate funds for entertainment expenses to its external liaison personnel?

Tao Xian felt another sword stab in the chest, and shook his head with a frown on his face.

"That's fine." Lin Du still had some conscience, "But, you don't even have a wife, why do you want to save money for a wife?"

Except for some people with special Taoist traditions, people who practice Taoism are generally supportive of their marriages.

Tao Xian shook his head and said, "I joined the sect just to support my wife."

As he was speaking, he suddenly felt a little stunned. Why did he want to capture his wife?

How much money does it cost to marry a wife these days?

Finally, the five of them found a small shop and ate rice noodles.

The brocade robes and jade belts worn by the three people from the Supreme Sect were out of place in the messy environment of the small shop, but the three of them were unaware of it. There were only a couple in the shop, one serving dishes and the other cooking noodles, and the sour and spicy hot steam wafted over their faces.

"Boss, twelve bowls of goose meat rice noodles first." Mo Lin started to order as usual, "Round rice noodles or flat rice noodles? Flat ones, please."

Tao Xian was stunned for a moment, "Master Mo Lin, twelve bowls are too many? I only need to eat one bowl, and Brother Shao probably also..."

Mo Lin turned around and glanced at Tao Xian, "Ah, do you guys want to eat too?"

"Boss, two more bowls, extra money."

Tao Xian:?

He looked at Lin Du helplessly, only to see confusion on the young boy's handsome face. He then asked, "Are twelve bowls enough? The little girl at the door just now told me that a bowl of noodles is only two taels. How about five bowls per person?"

Tao Xian covered his chest. He actually thought that Lin Du said something serious.

Five people gathered around a small wooden table with a gap and knife marks. Four bowls of noodles were just served, and Lin Du pushed the other two bowls of noodles in front of the two people from Feixing Sect.

Tao Xian was somewhat moved. Then he saw Lin Du and Mo Lin each took a bowl. The aloof female cultivator who had never spoken to him from beginning to end remained calm and stuffed two pairs of chopsticks for the two of them. "Eat first. Don't get too hungry. Your body temperatures are almost colder than ice."

Tao Xian, who witnessed this scene, suddenly felt that the noodles in the bowl were no longer fragrant. He deserved to die.

How could she forget that these two were injured? How could Shao Fei eat?

But soon Tao Xian's guilt was replaced by surprise. The two disciples of Linfeng Zhilan's Supreme Sect held their bowls and ate the noodles with great gusto. After a while, Shao Fei had only finished one chopstick of noodles, and the two bowls of noodles were empty.

"Ah, I'm so hungry." Lin Du took the handkerchief Xia Tianwu gave her and wiped her mouth. The Phoenix City tasted sour and spicy, the flat noodles were soaked in the flavor of the soup, and the meat had already been rotten, so there was no problem in swallowing it directly.

One bowl is appetizing, two bowls satisfy hunger, three bowls are tasty, four bowls are half full, and five bowls are enough to finish.

At this time, Tao Xian and Shao Fei hadn't even finished their bowl.

"Boss, let's settle the bill." Lin Du stood up and paid for the twelve bowls of noodles. He turned around and glanced at the dazed Tao Xian, "Have you finished eating? You can start your journey after you finish eating."