Someone from another plane wants to talk about life with me

Ji Qingquan never thought that one day he would stand in the kitchen and kill chickens.

He felt even more desperate when he thought that he would have to kill a pig soon.

The kitchen master next to him saw Ji Qingquan and was even more desperate than him: "Little brother, I think you may not be suitable for the kitchen." He still remembered the tragic consequences of the last time, the dark food.

This is the meat he helped to handle at the beginning.

This time Ji Qingquan actually wanted to start from scratch.

How much motivation is this to make this well-behaved boy willing to use a knife in the kitchen, from killing chickens to cooking chickens?

Guan Yang was beside Ji Qingquan, holding a knife in one hand and staring at the chickens in the chicken cage with the other, also very desperate.

With his small arms and legs, he never expected that he would encounter such a problem one day.What to do!

The kitchen master had to teach them from the beginning: "First of all, the knife must be fast and accurate, not too hard. If you are too hard, you will toss yourself to death."

Ji Qingquan looked at the kitchen master.

"Oh, you have to be gentle when wiping the chicken's neck, otherwise the chicken's head will fall off and the blood will be sprayed randomly. ——Dong Shuya"

Those who teach inner strength are all elegant people!Why do elegant people teach how to wipe the neck of a chicken!

Ji Qingquan felt like a flat boat, which was about to capsize at any time due to various shocks.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, squatted on the ground, grabbed a chicken's wings, pointed the knife at the chicken's neck, and stroked slightly.

Blood spurted out.

Ji Qingquan's eyes widened suddenly.

The blood stained his face a little bit, and his face was bright red, completely different from the state when the fire was burning.His red lotus fire takes life away and will gracefully send those beings to heaven.

But the way of taking away life now is so shocking.He could feel the chicken's final struggles.Perhaps for this broiler, this is actually the best way to die.

But this... but this...

This froze the thoughts in his brain.

Blood kept dripping down, Guan Yang dropped the knife beside him, climbed to the side not far away and began to vomit, the sound of vomiting could not stop at all.

When Ji Qingquan came back to his senses, there was not much blood left.

The next step is to scald the water to remove all the feathers from the chicken.At this time, the smell in the whole space was very strange, and it was definitely not a pleasant smell.

Ji Qingquan put down his things and felt all kinds of churning in his chest, from his stomach to his throat.He swallowed hard twice, suppressing the nausea all over his body.

He used to have such a strong emotion of revenge against the world, but he never thought that taking a life would be such a process...

The kitchen master next to them understood their emotions very well: "Each cultivator's path of cultivation is different. This is how monks choose to live without food. They cannot accept killing and ingesting impurities, which are harmful to their cultivation. But what cultivators insist on is not absolute kindness and justice, most monks still take the way of killing, it is the kindness and justice in their hearts."

Absolute goodness and justice?Kindness and justice in your heart?

Ji Qingquan looked at the kitchen master, but the kitchen master didn't say any more.

"Everyone has a highest belief in their hearts. For example, I want my country to be peaceful and stable, so for this goal, I will do whatever it takes."

Xia Chu should have said this, but he didn't put his name behind the sentence.

Ji Qingquan thought that many people in the Wuzong plane would be deeply touched by Xia Chu's words.In many cases, language is such a wonderful thing that it can easily unite people's thoughts and goals.

Faith in people's hearts?

Ji Qingquan had some thoughts in his eyes, and he followed the chef's instructions and continued to process the chicken.Guan Yang, who was next to him, spat out his mouth and came back to deal with him together.

The fur was removed by boiling water, and all internal organs were removed by seppuku.In the middle of the journey, the broiler chicken, which had died long ago, would move as if feeling a touch.It's quite depressing.

Waiting step by step until the broiler chickens were cooked, Ji Qingquan and Guan Yang looked at the two chickens in front of them, without any desire to eat them.Ji Qingquan exhaled: "I decided to change to a vegetarian diet starting today."

Guan Yang twitched at the side: "...then I still want to eat meat."

Ji Qingquan: "..."

Seeing that they could kill a chicken like this, the chef smiled and said, "Watch me kill a pig again."

Kill pigs?

Ji Qingquan and Guan Yang's faces turned green, but they still agreed and decided to see how the chef would handle it.The rhythm is pretty much the same.It's just that the various organs of pigs are closer to the human organs in their minds than chickens.

Especially when the chef cut open the pork breast and pulled out those sundries, it was really...

When the two of them stepped out of the kitchen again, their spirits drifted and their faces were pale.

Guan Yang thought of something, and immediately found a place to vomit, but he had vomited before, no matter how much he vomited now, he just vomited some water.Ji Qingquan frowned, not daring to approach, afraid that he would vomit after seeing the tragic scene: "How are you?"

"I thought what if it was a human..." Guan Yang said weakly.

Hearing this, Ji Qingquan wanted to give Guan Yang a heads up on the spot to let him understand why the flowers are so red.

red...red...white...white...

The bloody scene just now flashed through his mind, his stomach was churning, he couldn't even open his mouth, he simply pursed his lips, left Guan Yang there, and walked back to the dormitory by himself.

Those individuals in Wu Zong's plane could only comfort Ji Qingquan with the most pale words.Every monk will encounter this hurdle, those who pass it will pass it, and those who cannot pass it will be promoted to a very high level. This hurdle is still a demon.

Back in the dormitory, as soon as Ji Qingquan opened the door, he saw Xiao Ji who was looking at him in the living room.

The two looked at each other, without saying anything, Ji Qingquan went straight back to his room.

When Ji Qingquan closed the door, Xiao Ji called out: "Qingquan."

Ji Qingquan paused, closed the door anyway, and set the Do Not Disturb mode at the same time.

He lay back on his bed.

All kinds of thoughts are turning around in my mind, and all kinds of people appear and disappear in my mind.Obviously sitting with five hearts facing the sky is the best cultivation posture for a monk, but Ji Qingquan closed his eyes and let the spiritual power continue to wash his whole body.

He fell into such a crazy cultivation mode, the Five Colors Holy Bead naturally appeared and was completely covered by Ji Qingquan.

In Wu Zong's plane, several people on the stage looked at each other head-on. Unexpectedly, the young man who had just been promoted now just killed a chicken and watched someone butcher a pig, and then fell into a closed state again, and his realm continued to rise.

Fang Hongzhong knew a lot. He stared at the situation around Ji Qingquan, and whispered: "The ability of this colorful holy bead is definitely more than just increasing the success rate of alchemy. It allows Ji Qingquan to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy faster."

Du Xuanling, who has seen a lot of things, looked at the situation likewise, and his guess became a bit bolder: "I think the nine-turn red lotus is not easy. Ji Qingquan can be said to be a carrier. The carrier of the red lotus. With this effect, it is likely that Ji Qingquan itself is regarded as a elixir."

As a pill in itself?

Many people around heard this gasped.

If this is the case, then Ji Qingquan is like a panacea for walking. When he is discovered later, it would be good to drink his blood.

They aimed at the boy in the middle, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

Xia Chu sat cross-legged, tapping his fingers rhythmically on his legs, without any expression on his face.This is his habit of thinking about problems, which makes it completely impossible to guess his intentions.

"It's still a child after all." Xia Chu commented on Ji Qingquan.

A little mental shock of killing will lead to mental turmoil, isn't it just a child.She looks precocious on weekdays, but compared to herself and the group of thousand-year-old people around her, she is really...

If Ji Qingquan hadn't been associated with the Wuzong plane, with his personality and aptitude, he would definitely be able to get along well in Youyuan.

It's just that now that they are related, things become complicated, and they are not as simple as before.

"Then Xiao Ji, it's pretty good." Xia Chu dropped his thoughts, regardless of the uproar that would be caused, "I hope he can protect Ji Qingquan with his life."

Dong Shuya looked at Xia Chu in astonishment. She had a delicate mind, so she was the first to realize what Xia Chu meant: "It depends on Ji Qingquan's own intention."

Xia Chu looked at Dong Shuya and smiled, "Of course it depends on what he wants."

Before Gu Dahai could keep up with the rhythm, he glanced at Du Xuanling beside him.

Du Xuanling frowned, and heard Xia Chu's meaning from Dong Shuya's words: "Emotions are two-sided, and the bond between the two of them is not that deep yet."

Xia Chu clearly wanted to bind Ji Qingquan and Xiao Ji with emotion.It can be the loyalty between the superior and the inferior, the friendship behind the delivery, or even the love between two monks.

Without blood relationship, there can only be emotional shackles.

Wu Jiutai understood what Xia Chu meant.In Xia Chu's eyes, as long as the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, it can be done.Ji Qingquan and Xiao Ji already have different meanings to each other, they only need to push things a little...

"I agree." Wu Jiu said, "Ji Qingquan has too few bonds."

Compared with the old Song who is dying, Ji Qingquan can work harder and live longer with a peer as a bond.Ji Qingquan's aptitude and luck are too good, and his 12 years of experience in his native place should not be used to define him on the concept of "letting nature take its course", that would be too wasteful.

Du Xuanling thought for a long time, and seconded: "I agree with the bond."

Fang Hongzhong: "Agreed."

Gu Dahai: "Agreed."

Dong Shuya took a deep look at Ji Qingquan: "...Okay, I agree."

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