Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 8
The censer on the table beside the bed caught Pei Ye's attention. This censer was much cleaner than the one in front of the Laughing Buddha outside. It had obviously been wiped. There were three piles of light white incense ash covering it. Pei Ye rubbed it I looked at it, and it was only two days old.

There are also two old signatures placed on the table. They must have been asked for help writing a long time ago, and now they have been moved directly from the Buddha statue to here.One said "Eat meat to get rich" and the other said "Miao Miao's husband's family is good to her".

There is no god statue in front of the stick, only the crooked symbol carved on the table, and a small bronze bottle is placed in front of the symbol.

Pei Ye stretched out his hand and picked it up. This small bottle was of the same shape as the four left in the woods. It should be the cup that Lao Xiangzi said contained fairy water.

He put the cup into his waist pocket and looked again. There was half a bowl of vegetable soup on the bedside, which was the leftovers from the morning meal. Apparently Lao Xiangzi had not returned home since she said goodbye to him yesterday afternoon.

The desire to ask Lao Xiangzi for detailed questioning was in vain, Pei Ye walked out of the small courtyard with a sullen face.

Back in his own courtyard, the old man was weak and drowsy, and he still didn't wake up at this time.

Pei Ye took out his sword, crossed the blade across his forehead, and came to the urn. He lowered his head and used the water as a mirror to examine it carefully.

On the forehead, the oozing blood covered the pattern, but after wiping off the blood and gently opening the wound, the symbol seemed to shrink a step deeper, still imprinted on the flesh and blood.

If the skin is peeled off, it will be born on the flesh. If the flesh is cut off, it will probably be imprinted on the bones. It seems that it is not something foreign, but is generated by one's own flesh and blood.

Is this the mark given by the gods?

The coldness of the autumn rain seemed to be touching the skin for the first time, and at the same time as the chill came up, a kind of anger that was regarded as a chicken and a duck planted a grass mark surged up, and Pei Ye suddenly raised his head, as if he was about to meet someone.

But only the gray and white sky pressed down gloomily, and the big raindrops fell vertically towards his eyes. Pei Ye did not dodge, letting it hit his eyeballs and causing slight pain.

After a long time, Pei Ye said to himself, "You seem to only know how to order food."

……

Pei Ye prepared the meal as usual, brought it to the house and patted the old man awake. As soon as he was helped to sit up, the old man sniffed and said hoarsely: "Why does it smell of blood? Where is the injury?"

While feeding, Pei Ye told her in detail about last night's experience.

The old man raised his deep eye sockets, and frowned where his eyebrows should have grown.

"Do you know this symbol?"

"Candle World Sect."

"Zhu Shijiao?" Pei Ye was startled, "Have you heard of it?"

"I've only heard about it, but I haven't dealt with it before." The old man said, "Evil heretics caused several catastrophes in the southwest 50 years ago, and they were wiped out by Xianrentai. Since Shen Yanping didn't recognize him, it can be seen that Xianrentai It is judged that this cult has been wiped out and no longer distributes relevant information to the local regular inspection.”

"But now that it's revived, what does this sect do?"

"Since it's a sect, of course it's for their gods. I don't know the details. To be honest, when I walked around the world, they had already written it in the credit book of Xianrentai, and I didn't catch up with them to make trouble." The old man slowly raised his head The arm began to tremble as soon as it left the support, until it pressed down on Pei Ye's forearm, "Are they targeting you now?"

"Yes. But it's nothing serious. Several adults have already asked the state for help."

The old man shook his head: "Will a fire that has been dormant for 50 years be easily extinguished?"

Pei Ye was speechless.

"Hopefully they're just a dying try, but it's best not to underestimate your enemies."

Pei Ye nodded heavily, and asked again: "Grandpa Yue, have you heard of 'quail head'?"

"what?"

Pei Ye narrated the dream.

The old man frowned and shook his head.

Pei Ye was a little disappointed, thinking that the old man would have some suggestions.

The old man's dark eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts: "Why are you asking about this? What's on your mind?"

Pei Ye was silent for a while, but did not answer.

He does have a lot of emotions he wants to talk about.

For example, be vigilant against Hei Chi.There are traces of Zhu Shijiao's eyeing on him, because his dantian is better, and he is one of the twelve sacrifices, but why did the black chinch choose him alone?What purpose does it have?
For example, the anger that has to be locked with a rational clamp.I have to shy away from those villains like a rabbit avoiding a wolf, because they killed their relatives and friends, and the next one is me.

But in the end he said nothing.Because the old man in front of him is not the tall man who lives in seclusion in the storybook, he is just a poor worm who has fallen into the mud, and his weakness and powerlessness are not fake.

"It's nothing, let's talk about it after the matter is over. I'm going to the county government to stay overnight, and a few adults will protect us there." Pei Ye changed the topic, "I made more meals, and you can eat it by yourself when it's time." Serve it and eat it, I'll be back tomorrow."

The old man nodded slowly.

The young man walked out the door, and the old man suddenly said: "Xiaoye."

"what."

"There is no gully in front of the tiger's eyes."

"……Um."

Pei Ye returned to his room, came to the cabinet, moved away the clothes, and took out a sword box from the mezzanine.

Open the buckle, and a long sword lies in it.

This is not a precious sword, nor is it a divine sword, but a good sword.

This sword was the first prize he won in the Mid-Autumn Festival when he was 14 years old. The workmanship is solid and tough. The scabbard is rosewood wrapped in cowhide. The sparkling river surface, every detail is at your fingertips.

Pei Ye couldn't bear it to wear and tear, and had never used it for sword practice, so the sword hadn't been out of the courtyard for almost two years.

When he took it out of the box, the tassel hanging from the head of the sword brushed against the back of his hand, and Pei Ye paused for a moment.

The tassels are woven with blue silk, very delicate, and adorned with a small white jade pillar. Pei Ye knew that there were sixteen small characters engraved on it, which read, "Feeling the king's Fangde, hiding the heart in the jade; Crane bone and bamboo ambition, never falling into the blue clouds." ", you have to get close to your eyes to see clearly.

On his birthday the year before last, Lin Jue took great pains to make it up for him. At that time, the dantian had just been injured, and girls often came to comfort and encourage him carefully.At that time, the tassel was very suitable for hanging on the sword, and both of them were very happy.In order to prove that he didn't give up on himself, Pei Ye played the swordsmanship taught by Grandpa Yue on the spot. Although it was superficial, it was indeed fierce and natural enough, and the girl's face flushed with excitement.

If you really want to fight the enemy at this time, the sword tassel will inevitably be a bit procrastinated, so Pei Ye gently untie it and put it away properly.

He rummaged through the closet and changed into a clean and neat attire, the straw sandals were replaced with boots, the sword was in his hand, and the wine and medicine were rolled into a package.

When going out, the wicker in front of the yard scratched her cheek, Pei Ye waved her hand away irritably, and strode northward.

(End of this chapter)