40,000 Years of Cultivation

Master Kuchan kept holding his hand, a black iron Zen stick waved into the wind, hitting the head of the horned monster, and the psychic energy penetrated like water, until the hard as iron skull of the horned monster turned into powder and turned into a powder. The soft and crumpled hair dough was also like that, and then he sighed with satisfaction, took the sticks away, restored the solemn treasure appearance, put his hands together, sang the Buddha's horn, and said to the surrounding refugees: "This beast’s Although the poison has been eliminated by the monk, it is after all the flesh and blood of the monster with powerful psychic energy. If you eat Hesai without knowing the depth, it will be the same as swallowing the'Jade Jingzi'. It has to be intestines and meridians. Cun Suan, the death is extremely miserable!"

"The way this beast eats is that each person takes a pinch with his fingernails, transfers it into a half bucket of water, and slowly drinks it over three days and three nights. One day less will not work. This way, you can guarantee that you will not be hungry and thirst for three to five days. Tired, even if you don’t eat water for seven or eight days, you can barely support it. At that time, the court’s relief will definitely come. Fathers and folks, you can rest assured!"

"You have left your hometown all the way, do you have leaders such as the village chief and security chief? If you don't have one, ask a respected old man to distribute it for everyone!"

Master Kuchan's words were plain and plain, but they seemed to contain magical powers, causing all the refugees to line up in long queues, and a dozen or so respected elders were invited to distribute them, orderly, without the slightest confusion.

Only then did Li Yao know that Master Kuchan took great pains to purify the head of the Polygonal Monster by expending a large amount of psychic energy to find food for the hungry victims.

These victims are ordinary people and consume very little. If the head of a multi-horned monster is crushed into powder and then turned into the water, it can indeed support thousands of people, barely supporting a few days.

After Master Kuchan was assigned, he nodded at Li Yao and greeted him with a smile.

At this time, I listened to this handsome monk with a "grumbling" noise in his belly, fighting for a day and night in the monstrous flood, and he was very hungry.

Master Kuchan rubbed his stomach and walked to the side of the clearing.

Li Yao followed with some curiosity.

Those refugees are naturally grateful to Master Kuchan, but when they see two "fairy masters" trying to talk, they dare not step forward and harass them. They just watch from a distance.

However, there was a big hole in the center of this clearing area, and the hole was filled with straw and firewood, which was burning sullenly.

In addition to the smell of burnt vegetation, there is also a strange smell that cannot be said to be fragrant or smelly.

Master Kuchan raised his nose and sniffed it. When the fire was about to be reached, he squatted down beside the big pit, pulled a corner of his moon-white monk's robe, and wiped the stick covered with mud and brain carelessly, covering the big pit. The smoldering straw and dead branches spread open, revealing a mass of black things.

With a "coax", a sour and stinky smell came out suddenly, drilling straight into Li Yao's nostrils.

Li Yao craned his neck and glanced into the pit, almost vomiting out the food overnight.

In the pit, there are several large pieces of beef wrapped in yellow mud after the eight pieces are unloaded.

This is the way to call a chicken, if it is properly prepared, it should be fragrant.

However, the beef chunks are large and thick, so this method is not suitable for preparation. The heat is slightly lacking. The prepared meat chunks are still blood-red, and there is a lot of water. The surface is black and black. When you touch it gently, it is still flowing. There is a colorful thick juice.

Adding up all the beef, I am afraid that there are more than half of the cattle, but it is a pity that it has been soaked in the flood for too long, and all of them are rotten and deteriorated. No matter how much it is cooked, the smell that is too strong to be removed still lingers over the big pit!

Li Yao is not a man of rich clothes and clothes. The dragon liver and phoenix marrow are very good, but even the most common fried dough cake can be eaten happily, but it is soaked in the flood for a long time and it is highly decaying. Stinky meat, thank you Bumin!

However, Master Kuchan took out a handful of unknown powder from his arms, rubbed his hands and sprinkled it into the big pit to forcefully suppress the smell.

Then the stick was held, poking a **** corbel, and dragging it up, holding the hooves with both hands like a horse-cutting sword, stretched the neck, one mouth on the left, "Kacha", the right mouth, "Kacha", two mouths down , There is almost only a bare corbel bone left!

Master Kuchan was unsatisfied, his teeth were sharp, and the sound of "click, click, click, click" was endless. A hard beef leg bone, like a sugarcane, was gnawed in pieces by him, and there was not even a bit of bone scum. Spit it out!

Li Yao was dumbfounded.

I never expected that the most heroic eating phase I had ever seen in my life would happen to a...flower-like monk!

Master Kuchan smashed the clouds, and gnawed a corbel so that there was no dregs left. He picked up the Zen stick again, poked a rib from the fire pit, and held it greasyly in his hand. Remembering that there was someone next to him, he smiled bitterly at Li Yao, and said: "The monk has a big intestine, and the beef in this cave is still not enough, so please don't ask the Lingjiu donor, forgive me, forgive me!"

Li Yao was still in a daze. Seeing him tearing his ribs apart, he "chuckled" like sucking noodles, sucking it into his stomach one by one. After a long period of stunned, he came back to his senses, stammering and asked: "Does the monk also eat meat?"

"Eat naturally."

Master Kuchan was greasy and scented with meat, his ribs dangling, but there was still a faint compassion and sorrow between his eyebrows. I don't know if he thinks the food tastes too bad, or he is silently overwhelming the old man who has fallen into his abdomen. The scalper is gone, he stretched out his thumb, pushed a little bit of minced meat into his mouth, and sighed, "How can a monk not eat meat, how can he have the strength to save sentient beings?"

This is really a very unreasonable sentence.

However, Master Kuchan has such a charm. Even the most absurd thing in the world, as long as he speaks with this compassionate expression, it will make people unable to help but ponder whether it really makes sense.

Li Yao blinked his eyes for a long time before frowning and said, "Even if you want to eat meat, you should eat the flesh and blood of spirit beasts that contain a lot of psychic powers. Isn't the monk not equipped with the Universe Ring, and these things are not prepared in the Universe Ring?" "

"It was originally a few dollars."

Master Kuchan said lightly, "But along the way, there were too many victims and they were all eaten up."

"Even so, you should get some fresh flesh and blood!"

Li Yao couldn't help saying, "During the flood, there are a large number of dead pigs and cows, as well as a steady stream of river fish. Although most of the pigs and cows are rotten, they can also cut some good meat by scrutinizing them. Why eat these? Something unbearably pickled?"

"The good meat from pigs and cattle, as well as those fresh river fish, is naturally for the victims to eat."

Master Kuchan continued, "The common people absolutely can't eat these rotten and deteriorating stinky meat. I really can't help but eat it. The diarrhea must not stop, the diarrhea must be alive and die! The monk does not matter, except that the entrance is a little bit sour. Besides, it can still nourish the body and restore strength."

"..."

Li Yao was moved, there was nothing to say, he could only endure the shock in his heart, and watched Master Kuchan swallow most of the decomposed cow in one mouthful.

Although sitting in the mud softened by the flood, he was eating roast beef that was sour, stinky, rotten, and greasy.

However, Master Kuchan's calm and sweet look is like sitting in the quietest Zen room, looking at the picturesque green mountains in the distance, while tasting the world's unparalleled tea with the most exquisite tea sets!

"Grandmaster--"

Li Yao took a deep breath, settled, and had nothing to say, “Thanks to the master’s action yesterday that he left the polyangular monster, he was able to hunt down three extremely valuable demon pill. The master is not a person of greed, according to the realm of comprehension. According to the rules, these three demon pills are naturally you and me, plus Jian Chiyan is divided equally between the three people, one for each person, just right!"

"The kindness of the Lingjiu donor, the monk's heart, is that the three are evenly divided, but it is not necessary."

Master Kuchan waved his hand and said very openly.

"How about that?"

Li Yao really admired this pure-hearted and low-spirited monk, his tone was involuntarily anxious, "Master Kuchan’s name, I heard the name of Master Kuchan from time to time when he was in Wunan. This time the Master came here. Going to the Central Plains means to become famous and establish a sect! If the master even takes up the demon pill of the master, how can the master’s face be preserved? This demon pill is the master deserves Yes, the master must accept it anyway!"

"Lingjiu donor misunderstood again."

Master Kuchan sighed, and said with some annoyance, "The monk means that the horned monster was originally discovered by the monk. It was the first to discover it, and it was hard to chase and fight all the way, and it consumed nine out of ten of its vigor. The blow was also issued by the monk. Therefore, out of the three demon pills, the monk said that it would be fair to take up two of them!"

"I was planning to finish eating beef, so I went to your party to ask for it. Since the Lingjiu donor took the initiative to bring it up, it would be better. The monk looks at the donor, not a small belly chicken intestines. The monk cares, right?"

Li Yao: "Huh?"

"If the Lingjiu donor feels that there are too many two, he can ask for the price and pay the money back on the ground!"

Master Kuchan said sternly, "It's not as good as one for one party, and the third one will be divided between two and eight. The monk is 80%, and the nobility is 20%. Isn't it reasonable?"

Li Yao: "How and how to divide?"

"Find the "Qibao" or "Tiangonglou" in the capital of God for an estimate and sell, and the proceeds from the sale can be divided."

Master Kuchan said calmly, "Of course, if your school finds it too troublesome, you can also directly offer a price to the monk. If the monk feels satisfied, then you can sell it directly to your school, and you won’t get the'Qibao' number. 'Tap with'Tiangonglou'!"

Li Yao was dumbfounded and speechless.

Master Kuchan continued to eat large pieces of meat: "Why is the Lingjiu donor silent? Do you think the price of the monk is too high? Don't worry about it, just talk about it slowly!"

"No."

Li Yao smiled bitterly, touching his nose, "The master just didn't expect that the master would talk about money so directly as soon as he came up!"

"You and I didn't know each other, we met by the water, what else would we talk about if we didn't talk about money?"

Master Kuchan frowned and said, "Is it possible that the monk has to talk to you about Buddhism?"

Li Yao: "..."

Master Kuchan: "By the way, when it comes to the final price, it doesn't matter how much. If your pie can afford it, the monk wants to sell all his demon pills to your pie and exchange it for food, medicine, and warm clothing. I don’t know if you have time to send it to raise money? If you can raise a large amount of food in a short period of time, the monk’s share can be reduced slightly, five or five years!"