Asking About Longevity

Chapter 11 Fire Chicken

 The meat in the bowl was light golden yellow and crystal clear. It looked like chicken drumsticks, but was about the same size as the pork knuckles that Mo Hua had eaten in his previous life.

 The soup is translucent in color, with a light sheen of oil, moist but not greasy, and embellished with some mushroom side dishes and some emerald green spices cut into small pieces.

Mo Hua hasn’t eaten meat for a long time. The last time he ate meat was during the Monster Hunting Festival half a year ago.

Meat in the monastic world is very expensive, and it is difficult for ordinary monks to eat meat unless it is a festival.

The meat eaten by monks can be roughly divided into two categories. One is the meat of spiritual animals.

 Spiritual beasts are different from demonic beasts. They are raised by monks and fed with spiritual grass and various other natural spiritual things. Their meat is delicate, easy to cook, and contains spiritual energy, so it is very expensive and cannot be afforded by casual cultivators.

 The other type is the meat of herbivorous monsters.

 All monsters kill people, but not all monsters eat people. Monsters that feed on various spiritual herbs, even if they are violent and kill monks, will not eat their flesh.

As for carnivorous monsters, they have basically eaten people. If they haven't, it's not because they don't eat, but they just haven't met any monks who can eat them.

Therefore, although the meat of herbivorous monsters has a peculiar smell, monks can still eat it, while the meat of carnivorous monsters is **** and dirty, making it difficult to eat. Once a monk eats it by mistake, it can easily contaminate the qi and blood, causing meridians to be disordered. Some may even go crazy.

Although the meat of herbivorous monster beasts is not expensive, most monks still won’t eat it.

The physical bodies of monsters are far stronger than those of monks, and herbivorous monsters are no exception. The meat is too hard to be eaten. If you want to eat it, you need to stew it over a fire for a long time before you can chew it and swallow it.

Casual cultivators simply cannot afford this effort, and monks who can afford it will simply choose to eat the meat of spiritual beasts.

 Therefore, no matter what kind of meat it is, it is rarely seen on the dining tables of casual cultivators.

The bowl of meat in front of me has a dense white air on it. Although it is very small, it obviously has a little spiritual energy.

Liu Ruhua waved to Mo Hua, "This is the meat of a young fire chicken. Your father bought it to replenish your health."

After speaking, I couldn't help pinching Mo Hua's white face, "Look at how thin you have been recently."

Mo Hua was a little reluctant and couldn't help but ask: "This meat should be quite expensive."

Mo Shan waved his hand, "I only bought half of it, and it didn't cost much spirit stones. And I bought it from a friend of the demon hunting team. We are going to do things together next year. It's a friendship, so I bought half and gave half as a gift."

Mo Hua said: "Dad, are you going to the inner mountains next year?"

Mo Shan nodded: "It's hard to mess around in the outer mountains now. The income from killing a monster is too low. If someone is injured, it may even make ends meet. Although the monsters in the inner mountain are stronger, as long as there are some good things in them, we will all I can relax for a while, so next year..."

Mo Shan suddenly stopped and couldn't help laughing, "Why am I telling you this?"

Liu Ruhua rolled her eyes at Mo Shan and poured a bowl of broth for Mo Hua with a spoon, "Have a taste."

Mo Hua took a sip of the soup and then ate a mouthful of meat. The soup was fresh and fragrant, fat but not greasy, and the color, smell and taste were both beautiful.

 This is the most delicious meat Mo Hua has ever eaten.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes and praised: "My mother's cooking is so delicious!"

Liu Ruhua couldn't help but laugh, "If it's delicious, eat more. This bowl is yours, be sure to finish it." After saying that, he walked towards the kitchen, "There are some other dishes, I'll bring them to you." …”

Mo Shan stood up and said, "Let me help you..."

Mo Hua saw that his parents had gone to the kitchen. He put a few pieces of the chicken meat into his bowl and put the rest into his parents' bowl.

 When Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua came back with the dishes, they saw that their bowls were filled with meat. Liu Ruhua was both pleased and funny: "These meats are specially bought for you. At this age, my parents don't expect to make any progress in spiritual practice. Eating these spiritual meats is a waste..."

Liu Ruhua held the meat and wanted to put it into Mo Hua's bowl. Mo Hua covered the bowl with both hands and shook his head: "I have enough to eat, but I can't finish the more."

Mo Hua covered his bowl and said he would not eat anymore.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua had no choice but to give up, but the couple started to give in again.

Mo Shan added meat to his wife’s bowl and said softly: “Thank you for your hard work these years, eat more to replenish your health...”

Liu Ruhua put the meat into her husband's bowl again and said softly: "You are tired from running around and sleeping in the open air. You are the one who is doing the hard work. You should eat more..."

Hearing this, Mo Hua's teeth were sore and he couldn't help but said: "Mom and dad, if you don't eat meat, you will get cold."

Mo Shan and the other two had just forgotten that their son was beside them. At this moment, they saw their son's big watery eyes looking at them. Liu Ruhua couldn't help but blush slightly, while Mo Shan coughed lightly and pretended to eat as if nothing had happened. .

Mo Hua saw that his parents had eaten the meat in the bowl, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

 I then thought that although the meat from the turkey chicken was delicious, it was too expensive.

 Although the meat of monster beasts has no spiritual energy, it can replenish vitality and is definitely good for monks. It's just that the meat of monster beasts is really hard to chew...

I wonder if there is any way to make my parents eat more meat?

Mo Hua put this idea aside for the time being. The most important thing at the moment was to finish painting the open fire array and go to the trading company to find the fat steward in exchange for spiritual stones.

After dinner, Mo Hua went back to the house and meditated for a while to digest the meat of the turkey chicken. Since he didn't have much spiritual energy, it didn't take long.

 When the spiritual energy was refined, I started to continue painting the open fire array in ink painting, and finally completed another painting successfully before falling asleep at night.

 After that, Mo Hua fell asleep and continued to draw the formations on the Taoist stele, consolidating the memory of the formations over and over again, and reflecting on the problems in his own brushwork.

After dawn, I meditated and practiced, and then continued to draw formations. I drew one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Both were successful, but my spiritual consciousness was also a bit consumed, so I had to rest for a while after dinner. At night, I fell asleep and continued to practice Taoism. Formations are drawn on the stele.

On the fourth day, my ink painting skills have become much more proficient, and my spiritual consciousness seems to be a little thicker. Or maybe I understand the open fire formation more thoroughly, so I consume less spiritual consciousness. After finishing two formations during the day, after dinner I still had the energy to draw another one, but because I was a little anxious, I made a mistake in the strokes, so the formation also failed.

 After falling asleep with Mo Hua at night, he continued to reflect and summarize in the sea of ​​consciousness, and practiced painting formations with Taoist tablets.

On the fifth day, Mo Hua spent a whole day painting three open fire formations, and they were all successful. His spiritual consciousness was consumed a bit too much, and he was a little dizzy, but he no longer suffered from the splitting headache of the first time. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a rest. Just know it.

So far, the ink painting has used up all ten formation materials entrusted by the trading company, and has drawn a total of 8 open fire formations.

Although there are some flaws and there is a lot of room for improvement, I am generally satisfied.

 In the evening, I had a little indulgence in ink painting. Instead of continuing to practice the formation on the Taoist tablet, I drew a few comic strips on the Taoist tablet just for fun.

 The next day, Mo Hua got up and had breakfast, then asked Dahu and the others to go shopping.

Mo Hua put the drawn formation in the storage bag and carried it on his body. Before going out, Liu Ruhua also gave Mo Hua a spirit stone and five minutes of broken spirit stones, asking Mo Hua to buy some if he saw something delicious and fun. , and carefully told Mo Hua to pay attention to safety.

Dahu and the others patted their chests and said they would protect Mo Hua and would not let Mo Hua be bullied.

Mo Hua and his mother waved their hands and went out with their three friends.

 The three big tigers were very active and jumped up and down along the way.

On the lively stone road, three young boys and a little porcelain doll-like baby were jumping up and down...

 (End of this chapter)