Rebirth as a Cooking God

Lying trough! Lying trough!

Aoki Zongtai's quirky expression, the amount of information burst table.

Originally early in the morning, the temperature in the ancient mountain temple shrouded in dense fog was very cold. At this time, Xia Yu raised goose bumps, and his feet were still chilling.

Big demon? A monster that survived from Heian era to modern times?

In fact, Xia Yu has a lot of alien contacts, but in his view, "demon" and "ghost" are completely two concepts.

If the "demon" is a physical existence, there are traces to follow.

What about "ghosts"?

This thing, coming without a shadow, going without a trace, if it is entangled, is equivalent to a bad thought, always thinking about it, and thinking about it is full of eerie feelings.

I don't know why, Xia Yu intuitively gave the canteen a judgment of a ghost.

Without looking back, he quickly pulled Aoki Sect too far away from the dim canteen.

Xia Yu lowered her voice: "Did you really not see?"

"what did you see?"

"There are others in the cafeteria..."

"..."

The Aoki Sect was too stunned, and his expression immediately became somber.

"Did you see ‘it’?”

"Yes."

"So, have you already contacted him?"

"Contact? If you talk for a while, also called contact, then I've already..." Xia Yu felt awkward at Aoki Sect's somber, watery face.

"Just chatting? Fortunately."

Aoki Zongtai's expression is slightly loose.

"Uh, actually, "it" has asked me to make a bowl of noodles."

Suddenly, Aoki Zongtai's eyes were extremely open, "Then, did you agree?"

"I didn't refuse or promise."

Xia Yu raised his hands.

Realizing that he might encounter a weird existence, a big heart like him can't help but heartbeat.

This is more horrible and gloomy than the tribute incident that arrived at the beginning of the day before yesterday.

The old man may not be a ghost. Since Shilin Temple often gives tribute to it, it proves that it is probably one of the eight million gods. Of course, the gods such as neon are not strong enough, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with the mountain spirits and wild monsters enshrined in incense.

But what is that thing in the cafeteria?

Really are……

Ghost?

My God, why is there extreme dirt in the Buddhist gate? Moreover, the dirt is still majestic, appearing under the eyes of everyone in Shilin Temple, and getting close to people every day.

Aoki Sect too knows the existence of "it", so the abbot must know it.

A monk who made Zhexianxian Zuoweimen more respectful, why didn't he purify "it"? Merit is a merit no matter how small it is. For Fahai, a loveless one, take care of what monsters and ghosts you are, pick up the golden bowl, one word: close!

"Why are there dirty things in the Yulin Temple? You don't deal with them?"

Aoki Sect shook his head too much, "I said, Shilin Temple is not the authentic of Xuanmen, cough, food and cuisine are my pursuits. Moreover, the situation of Shilin Temple is pretty good. You have been to Yuchuanyuan, Chiyo Shrine... So you probably know the situation there?"

Nima!

Xia Yu has a "no **** to say" expression.

The food and cuisine of **** are the pursuit. Xia Yu is extremely suspicious that this group of goods may not have the ability to deal with the weird existence. It’s right to think about it. In the end of the Fa era, not only is it difficult to survive aliens, but humans are also very hard.

Thinking of this global village on the plane of time and space, in addition to the so-called "li-world", but also facing the threat of invasive species, Xia Yu can only cover his face: "People are not difficult to open."

Well, there is this thing as the beginning of the day. Before breakfast, Xia Yu was pulled by Aoki Zong too, and I saw the real abbot who was washing in the abbot's house.

Aoki Suzuki made a long story short, roughly sorted out the incident, threw the real abbot to the heads of the two people, hung the towel on the shelf, "I know."

"The day before yesterday, I heard what Zongtai said about what you encountered."

The old abbot turned, "Some people haven't had this kind of contact in their entire lives. In most people's opinion, this is evil, but, if I say, is this also a blessing?"

The old and wrinkled face showed a meaningful color. Then, the real abbot almost "expressed" and said, "Remember that you defeated Aya's "must kill"? "

A special killer to defeat Ayaka Tamagawa...

Xia Yu's thoughts changed, and his heart lost his voice. Yeah, he almost forgot. The "Peacock Dance" is a must-kill, a link that cannot be copied and reproduced. The most critical thing is the smell of "Suzu".

The corner of the city has been forgotten. It may be one of the eight million gods who gave him special ingredients.

Then, the key piece of the puzzle must be filled...

Thinking about it this way, Xia Yu was shocked and delighted. The trough ate me a salted fish spike, right or wrong, we are the orthodox emperor. There is always a death, and the European dog needs a little help...

But death is impossible, and it is impossible to die in this life. Let me tell you, all of Shilin Temple are talented people, and I like it very much.

Xia Yu's beautiful thoughts came, it really came!

Dragon level will kill!

This is the timing! Can't be wrong!

"Take this." Yizhen's slow abbot, prying out an antique object under the root of a cypress tree behind the abbot's house.

This is a very common stone lamp in the temple. It is not large and is covered with moss.

Xia Yu screamed and excitedly said: "Magic weapon?"

"..."

The true abbot, Aoki Sect, his eyes twitched.

"Ordinary stone lamp."

Things stuffed into Xia Yu's hands, indeed ordinary objects, with a lot of moss on his palms. His heart was cold.

"However, it's "Wang Ji". You can understand it from it," Yizheng delivered a smiley look.

"and this."

Xia Yu has an extra "Yu Shou" in his hand.

This is the amulet of the neon island country, with an incense bag, a shape, is it useful? Of course, it is to pray to the gods for shelter, to expel disasters and ward off evil.

So, I tell you that Shilin Temple is so good...

Yizhen Abbot said: "Don't expect it to be effective, ask for psychological comfort. I think you should need it during your stay in the temple."

"So this is not a Buddhist prop that sets me with a safety cover?" Xia Yu clutched her chest.

"Safety cover?"

Aoki Zong is so funny, "You play too much."

After returning from the abbot's house, it was impossible to eat breakfast. Xia Yu ate snacks and tea, barely filled her stomach, and locked the door to hide in the house, staring at the stone lamp on the desk. .

It contains ‘Wang Silence’.

Since, "Wang Ji" is an aesthetic taste of the island country, if it is everywhere, it is reflected in the stone lamp, it should be...

Xia Yu touched his hand.

The moss of the stone lamp fell into small pieces, so the original material was exposed.

It is not something that breaks the fine stone surface. On the contrary, the stone lamp is generally called the surface of the moon, uneven, and very rough. This is not caused by years of wind and rain, but the original appearance of the stone.

The mountain temple in summer is very quiet. Xia Yu sat alone, and can figure out many truths.

Gradually, there was enlightenment in my heart, but my eyelids became heavier.

Unconsciously fell asleep, a very good time to take a nap.

"...So, did you make the "Wang Silent Dragon Noodle"?"

In the dimly lit canteen, a few days after the case, a young monk with a clear eye was quietly looking at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu was talking, but could not make any sound, the picture was dead.

The young monk sat there by himself, "... this is my little wish. In my time, I can make my "Wang Silent Dragon Noodle", but I want to eat fresh food, which means The freshness of the times, not full of twilight."

"In return, I can give you my experience with Dragon Noodle and Pastry."

Suddenly, the face of the young monk suddenly became treacherous.

The picture also produced strong fluctuations.

"Do you want to know the true taste of ‘Wang Ji’? That’s not different from ‘Ultra’, another way to heaven.”

For some reason, Xia Yu looked at the gradually blurred face of the young monk~www.readwn.com~ always felt like a prank that knocked on the door for sugar snacks on Halloween.

If you don’t give sugar, you have to make trouble.

It's not a good thing to be troubled by someone who doesn't yet know what type of existence it is, and is entangled.

"Uh!"

Suddenly looked up and woke up, taking a nap as if just a little doze off, time has not passed.

A shock?

Xia Yu shook his head, his eyebrows kept jumping, Nima, he regretted that he was too rushed when he went abroad, and did not carry the'Jade Ruyi' that he always carried with him.

Without a powerful amulet, it is no wonder that ghosts are very rampant.

"However, I still love it!"

"Are you silent?"

"Another Tongtian Avenue...a lot of information!"