PFC Chapter 147
Chapter 147
She thought about it for a while, then stopped thinking about it.
The chicken-headed demon gave her a bottle and said it was a fasting pill, which would prevent her from starving to death if she ate it.
She ate, but it tasted terrible and she was still very hungry, so she lay down and slept, and when she slept she was no longer hungry.
Cao Ping on the other side also ate.
It tasted terrible, and he was still very hungry, so he began to meditate, absorbing spiritual energy and trying not to think about it.
Slowly...I became too hungry.
Things like the Qigong Pill were not originally meant to fill the stomach, but were simply to ensure that people with low cultivation levels would not starve to death while they were concentrating on cultivation.
Before Cao Ping entered the World Mirror, he had also eaten it on the Lingku plank road, and it was just as unpalatable.
Jin Tong said that it was to reduce the practitioners' desire to eat and allow them to focus more on their practice.
Does this work?
This is what Chang Xiaoyu asked at that time.
Jin Tong said, "It's useless, so many people will find a secluded place, without any toys, and then lock themselves up. They will then ask a reliable person to set up a formation that is difficult for them to break through, and guard it for them. The people outside eat and drink the best food, while the practitioners inside have only fasting pills to eat and nothing else to do. Naturally, they can only practice until they break through the barrier."
After he said this, he locked them up.
So Cao Ping was quite familiar with this. The rich spiritual energy here was suitable for meditation. He often did this in the woods, but the forest was obviously not as good as here.
The only question is - why do these monsters want them to have a higher level of cultivation?
Do you think that's more interesting?
No! That's not right. What is this?
The spiritual energy here seems to be wrong!
This is not spiritual energy at all!
Cao Ping was sweating profusely, his teeth clenched, and he remained in a stalemate for a long time, trying to mobilize the spiritual power in his body to drive the energy out of his body and prevent it from getting close to his dantian. However, the thing seemed to be substantial, dodging like flowing water, and gradually wrapped up his dantian, until his meager spiritual power could no longer compete with it, and it instantly drilled in.
"puff!"
Cao Ping spat out a mouthful of blood, held his stomach and rolled on the ground.
it hurts...
That thing was eroding the spiritual energy in his dantian.
The child was awakened by the smoke. She smelled a strange smell coming up from below.
Of course, she also heard some noises coming from next door.
The soundproofing tried its best, but it was of no use to the child.
"Cao Ping? What are you doing?"
She felt that the sound was quite painful, so she kindly asked:
"Did you tap your toes?"
After shouting while clinging to the prison door, the child finally realized: That’s right, he can’t hear me, I have to tear off the talisman.
The child looked around the room but couldn't find anything useful. The table, stool and bed were all she could find. She stood on the stool and reached out, but the door was too deep and she couldn't get her hand out.
So the child looked at the Minotaur at the stairs and said, "Hello, Minotaur, can you help me tear off the soundproofing? I want to talk to the person next door."
The Minotaur's ears moved, and a fearless mosquito tried to bite it, but was killed with a snap.
The Minotaur continued to stand there with satisfaction, faithfully guarding this silent corridor.
Child: Yes, it can’t hear me either.
The child became bolder and kicked the door, but it didn't move at all.
She didn't know what kind of wood it was made of, but it was much stronger than she had imagined.
It’s a good thing that the kick didn’t work, otherwise it would have been so embarrassing for her to face the bull demon.
The child ran back to the bed and called to Cao Ping through the wall: "Is your toe feeling better?"
The moaning seemed to become quieter.
She listened against the wall for a while. The cry of pain continued intermittently for a while and then disappeared. It should be healed, right?
"You better be careful."
Although Cao Ping couldn't hear it, the child still reminded him.
Turning around, the little boy was sitting sideways on the bed, staring at her with his big eyes: "Do you really think he hit his toe?"
Child:……
"How about you go take a look?"
"I'm not going," the little boy said with a pout, "you'd better figure it out on your own."
This time she did not disappear directly, but turned into a wisp of green smoke and drilled into the ground.
Child:……
It was a dim cell, and with only an oil lamp, I couldn't see anything clearly.
The child could only smell the smell coming up from the ground carefully. It was a rich and strong smell that she had never smelled before.
It feels like chili peppers. Even though it tastes painful, people still can't help but like it and want to eat it. That's the feeling the taste gives people.
It's intoxicating, but you can't help but want more.
The child's stomach began to growl.
She wants to eat chili sauce.
The chili sauce made by Guo Huotou does not contain diced meat, but only chili peppers, green peppers and persimmons. Otherwise, the chili peppers and eggplants are roasted and mashed with preserved eggs. Then it is not a sauce, but just a bowl of muddy stuff. It is delicious when mixed with rice, and sometimes a persimmon is also added.
The child looked at the porcelain jar that she had casually thrown aside. When he shook it, the fasting pills inside made a jingling sound. It was a bit fun, but it didn't taste good at all.
Compared to this thing, she would rather eat a sweet persimmon raw, not the kind used for cooking, but for eating in winter, preferably one that has been thawed.
Bite a small hole and suck the juice inside, it will flow into your mouth, as sweet as honey. Be careful, some persimmons have very thin skins, and they will be broken if you are not careful, and the juice inside will remain on your hands. It’s okay, just suck it and eat it. Your hands will not be disgusted after all, but it would be a pity if it flowed to the ground.
The child likes the pieces inside the most. They are very chewy and fun to chew. The skin is just so-so. She doesn't want to eat the skin after eating persimmons, but it's a pity to throw it away, so she has to chew it in two or three bites and swallow it, or stuff it into her stomach with pig blood.
It doesn't dislike anything, but that bite is just not enough for it.
You can't force it on the pumpkin. It's like a child and likes the most delicious part.
She hasn't eaten many persimmons this year.
If she had known earlier, she would have gone back with Waiya to celebrate the New Year. Maybe they could have climbed the trees and picked some persimmons that luckily didn't fall or get picked by others.
I don’t know whether her two chickens like to eat persimmons. The children have not given them good names yet. They usually just call them hen and chicks randomly.
It is impossible to tell whether they are happy or unhappy from their eyes.
Anyway, they are content as long as they have rice to eat and insects to peck at. They stroll slowly every day and go back to the tent to sleep when it gets dark. They like to run around just like pumpkins.
The children are not sure whether they are really happy, but no matter how many days they run away, they will eventually run back, so they must be satisfied, right?
She was fast asleep.
On the other side, Cao Ping was lying on the ground, already unconscious.
After several hours, he finally opened his eyes and moved his fingers with great difficulty. There was no part of his body that didn't hurt. His neck was itchy. He touched it and the touch was particularly familiar. He broke off a piece and pulled it off with determination. It was indeed a piece of fish scale.
"how come?"
How can humans grow fish scales?