PFC Chapter 963 The Demon Buddha Jumps Over the Wall (Please refresh)
Chapter 963 The Demon Buddha Jumps Over the Wall (Please refresh)
Chapter 963 The Demon Buddha Jumps Over the Wall (Please refresh)
I was so stupid, really.
Lu Mingfei raised his lifeless eyes and continued, "I know perfectly well that what this guy says is either true or false. Why not gamble when there's a fifty percent chance?"
Su Lin made the first move, followed by the gluttonous Shi Hao, then Meng Qi, and finally Han Li, who subtly snatched the last piece of food without anyone noticing.
These guys didn't care about the camaraderie between their fellow disciples at all; they didn't even leave themselves a single piece of food.
Lu Mingfei's mouth still tasted of the spicy, bitter, and salty flavors from before. He glanced at the empty steamer and finally sat back down in his original seat with no other choice.
If eating the dishes of a mortal chef would deduct health points, then the dishes of a celestial chef would be the health packs in this competition.
Song Shuhang even took out the Universal Knowledge Talisman and asked a question in the [Nine Provinces No. 1 Group Universal Version].
Gawain and Gahoris's cases are not isolated incidents.
Perhaps it was anger that got the better of them. Some of the less skilled chefs went mad after tasting the dishes of their fellow contestants, turning into culinary demons who also pursued the ultimate experience. Meanwhile, some of the chefs' dishes drove the culinary demons in their groups to the brink of collapse, leading them to take their own lives.
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Although the entire event was within the scope of Senior Su Lin's divine will, is it really true that cooking competitions between chefs can be a matter of life and death?
"That's why we can't afford to waste the chefs' hard work; we must eat everything clean." Su Lin's expression was serious. "Whether good or bad, I will personally taste every dish, and in the end..."
The referee must be absolutely fair and impartial.
Finish your coffee before you talk. We were just joking, are you really going to drink it?!
The judges could only look at the newly presented dishes; now they could trust no one but their own tongues.
When faced with an unknown dish, hesitation leads to defeat, while decisiveness results in failure.
There must be some way to distinguish between normal and abnormal dishes.
'For example, the details.' Klein's gaze swept across the table, finally settling on a dish with a unique plating: '.'
"Zhongli," Su Lin said with difficulty.
Zhongli: "Hmm."
"Who brought emergency food to such a formal occasion?" Su Lin picked up his chopsticks and pointed to Paimon, who was sitting in the middle of the porcelain plate with his eyes closed, looking very peaceful.
Around them were small stew pots arranged according to the number of people.
This isn't just a subtle hint; it's a clear indication of whose creation this dish is.
The judges glanced furtively at the chef team, noting a seemingly calm blond boy and a purple-haired older sister with a long sword in his group.
“From a purely rational perspective,” Zhongli said after looking up at the sky for a while, “that’s enough.”
As if he had made a decision, he reached out and picked up a stew pot, lifting the lid adorned with phoenixes and luan birds.
After glancing at the neatly arranged ingredients such as ham, shrimp, and matsutake mushrooms inside, Zhongli picked up the stew pot and drank the 'Immortal Jumps Over the Wall' soup in one gulp.
His fingers stiffened slightly, but he reached for the next cup without hesitation. As soon as he picked it up, his friends in the group couldn't wait to devour it.
The conclusion that no one can be trusted is too arbitrary. At least as one of the few 'older generation' members in the group, Zhongli's credit record is quite clean.
After taking a sniff of the rich and layered aroma of spices, Lu Mingfei began to savor the 'Immortal Jumps Over the Wall' stew in the pot.
But why is the thickening sauce hanging on the spoon a purplish-black paste?
"Sorry, this seems to be my group." Lei Yingdian called softly to the figure blocking his view.
"Ah, isn't this Sector D?" Huang Quan seemed to snap out of his daze. After glancing at the dazed, blond-haired boy beside him, he turned around and said apologetically, "Sorry, I think I'm lost."
"It's alright." Lei Yingdong turned to the gray-haired figure hanging behind him, "I was also taken to your group by the staff. She seems to have mistaken me for someone else. Could you ask her to let go?"
"it is good."
The two looked at each other for a moment, then brushed past each other.
"Wait a minute," Lei Yingdian said, "would you like to try my cooking?"
Huang Quan paused.
"No."
Even if one's sense of taste becomes dulled, the flavor may not be too strong.
Is there a difference between kitchen utensils and weapons?
Are the ingredients and the enemy different?
The kitchen is like a battlefield; therefore, the moment you pick up a weapon, you must fight with the intention of killing your opponent.
Even though the god who controls thunder and lightning knows he is just cooking.
However, this instinct, honed through countless meditations and battles, remains uncontrollable. When preparing food, a moment's carelessness can lead to the purest killing intent or the wrath of the god of thunder.
Lightning releases enormous energy, which breaks down nitrogen oxides in the air into nitrogen and oxygen. The nitrogen oxides produced in this process recombine with oxygen and water molecules to form ozone.
The chemical bonds in the food will be completely destroyed in this process, and the original nutrients will be completely destroyed by the high temperature and lightning. As a subconscious remedy, the divine elemental lightning will be integrated into the mutated ingredients.
For those seeking the ultimate experience, this hellish dining experience is akin to their souls being placed on an execution platform, their life force draining away with every drop of sweat, their battle-hardened killing intent and chilling divinity being shattered by the thunder.
If I had to describe it, it's like accidentally stumbling into the BDSM community; the more you struggle, the harder it is to move.
There was also a hint of anticipation and excitement.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle
Lu Mingfei's hair, which he had combed in the morning, turned back into an afro under the influence of the electric current. He exhaled a puff of black smoke and looked at Zhong Li blankly.
A paper figure, seemingly battered and bruised, floated down from mid-air and covered Paimon, while Li Changshou had vanished from his seat.
“I bear responsibility for Balzeb’s participation in the competition.” Zhong Li’s breath weakened, and he transmitted a bitter smile: “That’s why I originally intended to eat this dish alone; you should wait.”
Isn't that the underworld? When did it become a ridiculous movie?!
No longer having the energy to investigate whether what they had just seen was an illusion, the group, whose health points were rapidly decreasing, could only pin their hopes on the next dish being a blood pack.
It seems that the bad luck from the series of terrible dishes had been almost used up, and the next dish after [The Time of Judgment] happened to be a highly nourishing dish from the world of culinary excellence.
Unlike the culinary disaster that was disguised as "Immortal Jumps Over the Wall" earlier.
Abalone, sea cucumber, fish lips, and yak skin glue are all common ingredients that can be found in the mortal world and do not possess any magical properties, making it a standard Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup.
But
delicious.
Ordinary ingredients, ultimate umami, extraordinary effects—it's like a sun rising in your soul, radiating warmth and gentleness, countering the cold and murderous thunder. A faint yet captivating, unique aroma begins to permeate the air.
At the judges' table, the space rippled violently like water. A grand, seemingly heaven-high chanting suddenly resounded, and a majestic Buddha, towering between heaven and earth, appeared amidst endless golden light and swirling fragrant clouds.
Is this some kind of top-notch special effects illusion cuisine?!
However, the noise of an old television flashed before their eyes. Before everyone could follow the soup to harmonize yin and yang and nourish their spirit and essence, they saw the Buddha close his eyes and shed tears of blood.
Blood stained the sky and defiled the void, while the pitch-black inverted swastika Buddhist seal emitted a light of despair.
In an instant, purple lightning crackled and killing intent surged forth, following the secret of cause and effect, transcending the space-time covered by the divine will's revision, and exploding directly in the arena.
“I suggested you be hospitalized before.” Su Lin looked at Dr. Meng, who was suffering from PTSD, and asked, “Who made this dish?”
It's like a dish made by a culinary demon, and one that's extremely insidious and full of hidden dangers. Yet, there's also a divine power that's resolving the immense and violent calamity, transforming it into a top-tier delicacy that can nourish the soul.
The organizing committee leader hurriedly flipped through the menu to check: "What the heck are Shidifen Zhou and Stephen Zhou from Group 2 of Section B?"
In the arena area, the culinary demon 'Shit-Fen-Zhou' from the Hell-Lao-Lin Temple and Stephen Zhou, whose face was covered with sponsor advertisements, stood facing each other in front of a large pot. Their eyes were sometimes blood red and exuded demonic energy, and sometimes clear and shimmering with celestial light.
In the pot, the black and white broths are intertwined, each containing the other, forming a tai chi symbol.
The Demon Jumps Over the Wall has a formidable reputation in Hell. During the 9th Demon Chef Competition, one-third of the audience fell into severe depression and despair after smelling its terrifying odor, and subsequently committed suicide over the next three months.
Its level of horror is comparable to the Hell Music Society's banned tracks "Friday the 13th" and "The Thirteenth Eye." But now, this soup has been neutralized by another chef who suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
Bowls of "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" flew out and landed in the hands of every chef and spectator watching the competition. Everyone who tasted it had to get rid of the "malicious" flavor of the "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" in order to digest the miracle it brought.
Therefore, this soup dish is called
"The Demon Buddha Jumps Over the Wall".
boom--
The sky cracked open, flowers rained down, and the special effects of the Demon Buddha were severed in two.
Whether the Demon Buddha would jump over the wall after eating it is unknown, but a monkey jumped over the wall first.
The fantasy crumbled into dust, and the judges, having regained their strength, continued scoring. However, from this point on, they all required the person in charge to first announce the dish's name.
[The Ganges aloe vera juice, which was previously known for its high levels of bacteria and microorganisms, was paired with masala mini crisps. However, due to the excessive bacteria in the aloe vera juice, it was replaced with diluted milk sea aloe vera juice.]
Klein brought Lu Mingfei a glass: "Don't worry, I've done the divination, he should be able to eat it."
Lu Mingfei pushed the object to Song Shuhang: "I brought you a resurrection artifact."
"A hot fire keeps things clean and hygienic."
"Oh."
Li Huowang didn't refuse and ate it in one bite before looking at the other dishes.
Song Shuhang: "."
Aren't you going to say anything?
"Much cleaner than the pork at Anci Nunnery," Li Huowang said, taking a sip of coffee. "That meat had a terrible gamey smell because they were raised and fed under latrines."
Okay, you don't need to say anything more.
The crowd turned pale, but they also looked at him with some pity before picking up the glass of milk sea aloe vera juice and gulping it down.
Huozi drank it all in one gulp; it would be awkward for adults to keep passing the buck.
"Uh, I didn't say I had eaten it," Li Huowang said, scratching his head.
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The gods and Asuras stirred the seawater together, turning it into milk, hence the name Milk Sea. It contains the nectar of immortality but also possesses deadly poison. Even if it is merely a product of diluted fragments, it can make those who taste it experience countless cycles of life and death.
In a daze, it seemed as if a group of Indian gods and demons were dancing and singing before my eyes.
Why do people always want to dance?
Unable to think, experiencing the effects of eating mushrooms, the judges on the panel oscillated between heaven and hell, their expressions and states shifting like the changing faces in Sichuan opera.
Even empiricism is not applicable. For example, the dish served may be glowing, but when you eat it, it turns out to be a plate of macaroni dumplings with fermented bean paste filling. Only after asking around do you find out that the chef who made this dish was influenced by the nine-star chef demon in the same group.
"Shi Hao, you still need to grow, so drink more dairy products."
"Thank you. Here, have this lamb testicle. Your confidante should need it."
Time passed slowly, and apart from a bowl of purple noodles that smelled of garbage that no one tasted, the food on the table gradually dwindled, and everyone was slowly walking into darkness amidst ugly infighting.
Occasionally, rainbow lights would appear, but unfortunately, they were not the light of salvation brought by the world of culinary arts. Instead, they were transfer signals sent by many scholars from the Survival Institute who were hiding in the spectator stands and studying the 'ranchers', before their own collapse, like the Rainbow Bridge.
If it were just a simple cooking game, it would be fine, but instead it's a constant cycle of torment, giving a glimmer of hope followed by a dash of despair.
Suffered from old sin.
[Group 8, Contestant #2 in Section A; Group 1 in Section B. Contestants, please present your dishes.]
As the gate slowly opened, the remaining contestants emerged, caught in a series of altered flashbacks. Xiao Yan, seeing a large group of fellow transmigrators from Earth throwing themselves at him, was beyond thinking.
Seeing such hallucinations isn't really a big deal, but why were these people all round-faced, white-socked, bearded, with white socks, glasses, and gold earrings before they traveled through time?
'What am I doing here?' Xiao Yan wondered, confused.
While I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded, a beam of white light happened to shine on my face.
"Is it alright?" asked Shirou Emiya, who was wearing a headscarf.
Hey bro, are you going to form a fanfiction pairing with me too?
"I've already cooked, so let's skip it."
Cooking?
Xiao Yan, who was caught in a series of hallucinations, opened his eyes and glanced at the 'family photo' pasted on his hand: Xun'er, Cai Lin, Little Fairy Doctor, Xiao Xiao, and everyone else.
suck--!
He took a deep breath, and a brilliant, fiery light burst forth from his pupils, as if he had emerged from the dark mud.
"Bring it here!"
Emiya's cooking?
Including Su Lin, the eyes of the 'walking corpses' once again lit up.
(End of this chapter)