Chapter 192: The Initial Formation of the Dao Heart
Frequent fainting spells led to a bad mood. After climbing up from the ground for the eighth time, the White-faced Scholar no longer dared to linger at Ping’an Temple.
His figure was as swift as a gust of wind when he left, so much so that Xiang Jiannan didn’t even have a chance to see him off.
His speed was too fast to keep up with. Before suddenly leaving, the White-faced Scholar only took one last look at the Grandmaster’s Clay Statue, and though he seemed to have something to say, he ultimately gave up.
“Let him go.”
Just as he stepped out of the Incense Hall, he was stopped by Gao Yu’an, who reached out to take the yellow silk package. Gao Yu’an opened it again.
The few-inch-long Azure Dragon Horn was still seeping blood, staining all the silk that had been in contact with it red.
It wasn’t large in size, but its energy was considerable.
“This is too precious.”
Looking at the Azure Dragon Horn in his master’s hand, Xiang Jiannan felt that the White-faced Scholar who had left must be regretting it immensely. Xiang Jiannan felt a little touched as he spoke.
Regardless of whether the Azure Dragon knew beforehand, he had personally witnessed everything that had happened in the Incense Hall.
How much cultivation would such a small piece deplete from the White-faced Scholar? While he was constantly fainting back and forth, he and his master had just been quietly watching from the side.
Mainly because the fainting spells were too short; just as he fell, he could immediately get up again.
“I didn’t expect it either, as your Teacher.”
He folded the yellow silk cloth a few times and tucked it into his chest. Turning his head and seeing Xiang Jiannan staring at him without a word, Gao Yu’an pointed to the backyard and explained:
“That Chen Jingxuan is still in the backyard. Disciple, aren’t you going to go take a look?”
“Don’t worry, Master, I’m just keeping it safe for you for now.”
After saying that, he looked like he was about to slip away, but Xiang Jiannan, who had been prepared, grabbed him.
“Let’s go together, after all, you were the one who invited him over.”
The old Taoist priest sounded very reluctant. Looking at Xiang Jiannan’s serious expression, he finally nodded.
He truly had no selfish intentions, he was just afraid that his disciple might suddenly encounter an accident. The pile of jewelry in the Incense Hall had not been collected yet. If others were to see it, it could easily have a negative impact on their Ping’an Temple.
Afterwards, he entered the Incense Hall and used the ‘Universe in the Sleeve’ technique, collecting all the dazzling jewelry. Only then did he follow Xiang Jiannan to the backyard, satisfied.
When they arrived, they could no longer see Chen Jingxuan’s figure. Only Wang Yixing was spacing out by the stone table. Seeing the two of them enter, he immediately stood up and said:
“Young Master Chen went back a long time ago. Master and Senior Martial Brother, didn’t you see him?”
“No.”
Turning his head and seeing the old Taoist priest get up to go inside, thinking that he really hadn’t seen Chen Jingxuan before, Xiang Jiannan couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
From the backyard to the main gate of Ping’an Temple, one had to pass through the Incense Hall. How did Chen Jingxuan manage to disappear without a trace? Following Gao Yu’an into the room, he stood still, wanting to ask questions at this moment.
Had Chen Jingxuan heard everything they had said to the White-faced Scholar? Although this scholar wasn’t a loudmouth like Wang Yixing, he might not be able to keep a secret. The White-faced Scholar’s identity was not convenient to expose for the time being. If the people in the town were to find out that they had dealings with the Azure Dragon, who knew what trouble it might cause.
“Three parts refined salt, two parts soy sauce.”
Not showing any concern for Chen Jingxuan’s departure, Gao Yu’an took out the yellow silk package from his chest and placed it on the table. He seemed to have already figured out how to deal with the Azure Dragon Horn. Gao Yu’an spoke, and Xiang Jiannan instantly reacted, feeling that it was indeed right to follow the old Taoist priest’s lead.
You old man, you’re not thinking of pickling the things inside the yellow silk, are you? I, Xiang Jiannan, would definitely not agree to such a wasteful way of treating things.
Mainly because it wasn’t necessary. Even if it was a few inches long, I, Xiang Jiannan, could swallow it whole.
His own way of dealing with the Azure Dragon Horn was naturally to consume it orally. From his experience before transmigrating, this Azure Dragon Horn was very similar to deer antler.
It was just more precious than deer antler. According to legend, a Flood Dragon that grew horns would transform into a dragon in a short time.
If he couldn’t put it into his own stomach, he would feel sorry for the White-faced Scholar, who had suffered so much.
“Now, you go to town and buy a big rooster, and remember, the fatter the better.”
It felt to Xiang Jiannan like he was always trying to send him away. Staring at the Azure Dragon Horn on the table for a long time, Gao Yu’an soon ordered again. He saw that his disciple wasn’t too willing, but fortunately, Wang Yixing was still sitting in the backyard.
He had originally wanted to come in with his Senior Martial Brother, but after getting up, he looked around and ultimately gave up.
He still had some sense of the situation. His Senior Martial Brother’s expression indicated that he and his master had something to talk about after entering the room.
“No need, I have one at home.”
Hearing Gao Yu’an’s call, he came to the door. Seeing that he was being asked to buy a rooster, Wang Yixing readily agreed.
After chasing and intercepting his family for half a day, he returned in triumph, carrying a big rooster.
Their family’s roosters liked to peck people. Perhaps sensing that it was more dangerous than usual, they suddenly became especially united when facing him today.
Several roosters attacked him together, each pecking harder than the last. After hearing his brothers tell him to use magic countless times, he finally succeeded, only to be ridiculed.
Why use a butcher’s knife to catch a chicken? That was all he could say at the time. The reason was simple: Wang Yixing had only been at Ping’an Temple for a few days, and he hadn’t finished reading all the scriptures yet.
“Disciple, you go watch in the front.”
The rooster was delivered, and hot water was already prepared. After assigning tasks to his two disciples, Gao Yu’an then went into the kitchen. When Xiang Jiannan heard that lunch was ready and came to the backyard, he saw that Wang Yixing was almost done for.
He was staring at the dish in the middle of the table with his eyes fixed, his hands holding chopsticks, craving the chunks of meat in the basin.
His master didn’t need him to start the fire today. After the rooster was cleaned and placed in the pot, he shook a spark of flame from his sleeve and dropped it into the stove.
He added ginger and seasonings in the middle. What surprised him the most was that he added an Immortal Herb afterwards.
The Immortal Herb seemed to melt as soon as it touched the water. When it was taken out of the pot, the fire in the stove just happened to go out.
Wasn’t it said that Immortal Herbs were very precious? He just casually cooked it with the rooster like that? Wang Yixing was in for a treat today.
“Why doesn’t it have any flavor?”
Picking up a piece of chicken and putting it in his mouth, Xiang Jiannan chewed it a few times and felt that it was very bland. He turned his head to look at his master.
The old Taoist priest in his memory didn’t have such a light taste. When it came to cooking, he was always serious.
He would never make the mistake of forgetting to add salt.
“Too much seasoning was added, no amount of salt can bring out the flavor. Disciple, you should drink more soup.”
Like Wang Yixing, he ate with relish, spitting out a few bones. Gao Yu’an didn’t seem to want to explain:
“I’ve put everything I’ve gotten these past few days into the pot, except this chicken is a bit lacking. It would be best if it could be replaced with a messenger pigeon from the Fu Mo Si.”
Hearing that, Wang Yixing buried his head and ate like crazy, his cheeks bulging. At this moment, he turned his head and mouthed something to Xiang Jiannan:
“Immortal Herb!”
This old Taoist, why didn’t he say so earlier!
Awakened by Wang Yixing’s words, thinking about what he had said earlier about three parts salt and two parts soy sauce, Xiang Jiannan had a premonition that the Azure Dragon’s Horn might not exist anymore either. He used both hands to scoop up soup and meat, and the three of them began a desperate competition.
Only after finishing everything in the basin did they lean back slightly, satisfied, and let out a burp.
High-end ingredients require a lot of seasoning. Wang Yixing had reminded him too late, causing him to only get half full.
“Why do I feel so hot?”
After resting, he was about to clear the table. Just as he stood up from the stone stool, Wang Yixing suddenly raised his hand and touched his neck. Xiang Jiannan also felt a little uncomfortable watching him. He wanted to speak, but he felt like his throat was stuck.
He only felt a tearing pain in his chest, and he opened his mouth wide, becoming even more exaggerated than Wang Yixing.
Too much nourishment? Or did his old master put medicine in the dish! Why can’t he suddenly make a sound!
