It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

And this image does not only refer to the fallen god Buddha.

I'm gone, don't I still have a cook?Don't those trumpets still inherit and pass on their legacy?

His fire has been passed down.

Therefore, even though he died, he was still alive.

"In my life, once I find a way, I will die to the end, so in my life, I have no complaints or regrets,

Just, there is a little regret. "

Qin Yuelou smiled and looked at the Fallen Immortals all over the sky.

What a hideous gesture.

It's not as good-looking as the cute and cute figure in memory, is it?

But then again, who could look better than her?

"Xiaoqing! I like you! I like you very, very much!"

With the last of his strength, he yelled out.

Then, stand upright with a stick.

I would rather die standing than live on my knees.

Desperate?No despair, just a little regret.

But, there is no way out.

Not to mention, half of this day is Qin Yuelou.

"Just give me a living to confess your love. If you are in such a mess, Xiaoqing may not necessarily like you." The cook said while eating steamed buns.

He strolled past the Tiangong, stood in front of Qin Yuelou, and pushed Qin Yuelou down the Tiangong.

Instead of Qin Yuelou, he accepted the malicious gazes of the fallen gods and Taoists all over the sky.

"Cook! What are you doing!" Qin Yuelou, who fell into the mortal world, roared.

"I'm hungry." The cook said succinctly, "Come and eat something."

After the words, the realm of the Taoist master is consolidated.

Then consolidate again.

Constantly consolidate.

He seems to be becoming a Taoist in a cycle,

It also seems to be superimposed with the power of his own Taoist master.

The cook finished eating the steamed buns, took a sip of water, and smoked another cigarette.

Looking at the world, he said softly.

"You haven't finished making trouble in Tiangong, I will make trouble for you."

Chapter Thirty-three

The cook repaired the clay figurines left by Ba Xiaochuan with dreams. Although they were intact, he always felt that those cracks were still there.

People die like lights out. In this natural disaster and man-made disaster, there are many people they don't know, and without seeing it with their own eyes, there is a lot of real feeling.

But he also knew about Ba Xiaochuan, and he personally guided the dreams weaved for Ba Xiaochuan.

Ba Xiaochuan is a hard-working man who stutters and loves parting.

But this world, this world of mortals, this sea of ​​suffering, isn't it filled with nine sufferings?

Birth, old age, sickness and death, association of resentment and hatred, parting of love, flaming of the five Yins, nothing to be desired,

Can't let go.

The rolling world of mortals is bitter.

There is a world of mortals and a sea of ​​suffering in the world, but this world of mortals also borders on the sea of ​​suffering.

Just like the lotus seeds.

Although the lotus seeds are sweet, the core is bitter.

This world of mortals is also bitter.

The fly ash scattered by Ba Xiaochuan was gathered again, and it was also filled into the clay figurine that Ba Xiaochuan carried with him during his lifetime.

He picked up the little girl's body, came to a wilderness, buried her and the clay figurine in it, and buried her in peace.

"This world of mortals is really bitter."

Then, the cook also started to realize the Tao through these words.

Enlightenment, it is difficult to say, easy to say, some people spend half their lives wandering, some play in the world of mortals, some practice hard behind closed doors, and they never get the chance to realize the Tao.

But some people wake up a little bit, some people have a feeling in their hearts when viewing the scenery, and some people suddenly realize it because of a dream, and they also rely on their understanding and accumulated success.

All the feelings in my heart and the accumulation of cooking, what I have seen, heard, thought and thought in the past and present life, all of them here, all come together naturally into a dish that does not use any ingredients in the world, a dish that does not use any real objects as ingredients.

The chef understands the history of mankind, which is constantly advancing. The development of culture and language cannot compare with the evolution of cooking.

Food is the most important thing for the people, and no one can live without three meals a day.

And those dishes that have left a hasty footsteps in time may still exist in a corner of the world, and have evolved with the times to this day.

The unique use of the initial fire, and the spreading and development of the seasoning, converged and flowed into a barbecue.

The appearance of utensils also gave birth to processes such as stewing, frying and frying.

Different regions will bring different flavors to the same dish,

The fusion of different flavors has formed the evolution of food fashion in different eras.

Therefore, in the world of mortals, the 5000-year history of the descendants of Yan and Huang also uses food to perceive the world, glimpse the past from food, and predict the future from the small to the big.

"Chafan is for living, but living is not just for chafan."

Thousands of words summed up into one sentence.

The name of this dish finally came to mind.

"Stew the world of mortals."

So Hong Chen heard the sound and came, and then fell into the dream of Wanhua.

The sea of ​​suffering in the world of mortals is boundless, but Qin Yuelou only takes one scoop, which belongs to him alone, and is his own world of mortals.

But from the world of mortals, he sees the big from the small, and sees three lives, so his own mortal world is also the mortal world of all living beings.

Hongchen fell into his big dream, waiting to be processed.

Mengdao Wanhua is the cook's kitchen utensils, replacing the process of cooking, the spreading of seasonings, and the complicated processing.

Dreams are myriad, almost infinite, constantly generating, and constantly adding and subtracting for this stewed world of mortals.

He was seeking a completeness for this dish, but he fell into a realm of infinity and infinity.

A dish has several standards of color, fragrance, meaning and shape, but different people have different opinions. It is also a kind of incompleteness in perfection, but it is also complete in incompleteness.

After all, it is difficult to adjust to everyone's tastes, because the tastes are different from all over the world, but everyone can adjust it, relying on recruiting new ones.

To be a human being is like tofu mixed with shallots, you have to go around innocently, but you have to be like porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, because walking around innocently can’t withstand the malice from all directions, so you have to be like porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, Innocent and evil, natural and pure with a little black.

The universe is big in pots and pans, and the years are long in the sweet and bitter.

This pot is ups and downs, and I can't handle it until I have to carry it in the end.

The kitchen is only a square inch, but it is clanging and colliding. The steamed, stir-fried yellow stew is delicious, and the spicy peppers light up people's eyes.

Vinegar in life, ginger in years, salt is the bride of vinegar, good wine has to be the best man, the fireworks in this world are as delicious as delicacies, how many times do you provoke gods to taste them?

Therefore, a small kitchen can also glimpse a kind of life realm that seeks infinity in the finite but has a limit in the infinity.

Seek the unsatisfactory in the perfection, and then seek the perfection, and repeat this cycle to achieve infinity.

Stewing Hongchen is the dish of enlightenment of cook Qin Yuelou.

When he is doing it, he is also eating it, because there is an endless loop.

What he eats are all kinds of flavors of life, what he eats is the world of mortals and the sea of ​​bitterness, what he eats is the infinite cycle, what he eats is the perfection and the imperfection.

What he eats is, himself.

Like our ouroboros, what he eats is himself, and what he forms is infinity, a Mobius krait.

Therefore, the beginning and end of dreams and myriad transformations form an infinite cycle.

He is the infinite ring serpent, and also his own beginning and end, and the cycle repeats itself.

It is a human body, but it is also in the shape of a snake. With this perfection and imperfection, finiteness and infinity, he was promoted to become a Taoist master.

But he was hungry. In order to satisfy his hunger, he ate himself from the infinite cycle of his body, turned into a steamed bun, and ate it.

Then, he came to the Heavenly Palace.

then……

Looking at the world, he said softly.

"You haven't finished making trouble in Tiangong, I will make trouble for you."

Stewing the world of mortals, why not escape from the world of mortals?

The realm of land gods and Taoists.

The Lord of Taishan Mansion sits firmly on half the sky, smiling triumphantly. It is he who gathers the great power with his small power, and brings out his ordinary and skilled hands in exchange for the cook's opportunity to realize the Tao, the day of enlightenment.

Then he grabbed the Tiandao goblin and punched and kicked him head and face.

And in this heavenly palace.

The depraved and deformed gods can't tell who is who, and who is who, because they are so ugly that they break through imagination and are unforgettable.

Afterwards, the depraved gods and Taoist masters started in corrupt and distorted realms one after another, attacking the chef with their own ways.

"There is no God of Cooking in this world, or maybe everyone is a God of Cooking." The cook never opened his mouth.

Never shot.

But these dishes were also stewed in a pot and became a big stew.

Then it was swallowed by the cook.

"A real chef can use anything to make dishes with excellent flavor, flavor, shape and nourishment, and your Tao is the same." The chef said with a smile, "Tao has no high or low, it only depends on who goes farther. I have gone farther than you, so you are not as strong as me."

If the prime minister's belly can hold a boat, then Qin Yuelou's belly can hold infinitely.

After feeding on Tao, Qin Yuelou wiped his mouth.

Herbivores are good at walking but stupid, while carnivores are brave and fierce.

Those who eat grains are wise and ingenious, those who eat qi are gods and live long, and those who do not eat them will not die and become gods.

The one who feeds on Tao is the God of Cookery in the Great Dream.

The true form of the Great Dream Eater is revealed, the pure white Ouroboros Infinity Ring Serpent is entrenched above the Heavenly Palace in an "∞" posture, seemingly extremely small and extremely large.

The dream world of the Infinity Ring Snake unfolded like a big mouth, sweeping away the fallen gods.

Ouroboros never opened its mouth, and then returned to human form.

Although I was still hungry, I felt full again.

The Great Dream Eater feeds on God.

It's over here, come to an end.

Master Luo Deng, the lord of the dreamland, returned to the Heavenly Palace with a group of unrecovered spirits from this world, including Tang Jiuyin.

These local gods were also injured a lot, because their battle caused their own body to suffer, and the Taoism was not healed, and they could not recover their bodies.

Now that the Heavenly Palace has been cleared of the fallen gods, they have also returned from the dreamland of refuge.

The cook also snorted coldly, without giving the slightest bit of face.

"Do you want to go to the upper realm? We can send you there. With your ability, the upper realm will definitely welcome you to ascend, and there is no priesthood of the God of Cookery in the upper realm." Tang Jiuyin said to Qin Yuelou.

"Open the door, I'll go up later, but I'm going to do something else, and finish it off."