Master Bitter Cicada did not stop there. He waved his black iron staff and bashed the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon's head crazily. His spiritual energy leaked in like water until the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon's skull, which was as hard as iron, was smashed into powder and turned into a soft dough. It was not until he took a breath in satisfaction and retreated the staff. He put his hands together at the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon and chanted the name of Buddha. Then, he spoke to the refugees around. "Although the venom of the beast has been dissolved by me, it is still the flesh of a demon beast that contains immense spiritual energy after all. If you eat it recklessly, you will end up exactly the same as if you swallowed the Jade Crystal Pellets. Your guts will be torn apart, your veins will be broken, and you will die the most miserable death.
"The way to eat the beast, however, is to take a pinch of it with your fingernail, pour it into half a bucket of water, and drink it slowly for three days and three nights. Not one day less. In such a way, you will not be hungry, thirsty, or tired for a couple of days. Even if you do not have any food or water for a week, you will still be able to survive. By then, the relief from the court will certainly arrive.
"You have left your hometown. Do you have any leaders such as the village leader? If not, you can ask the respected elders to distribute the food for you."
Master Bitter Cicada's words were casual, but they seemed to contain amazing power, making all the refugees line up in a long line. More than ten well-respected elders were invited to distribute the goods in an orderly manner. There was not the slightest chaos.
It was not until then that Li Yao learned that Master Bitter Cicada had gone through all the trouble to purge the head of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon at the cost of tremendous spiritual energy in order to find food for the starving disaster victims.
The disaster victims were all ordinary people and did not consume much spiritual energy. If the head of the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon was crushed into powder and melted into water, it would indeed be enough for thousands of people to survive for several days.
After distributing the food, Master Bitter Cicada finally nodded at Li Yao and greeted him with a smile.
At this moment, the extraordinarily handsome monk's stomach was growling nonstop. He must be very hungry after fighting in the overwhelming flood for a day and a night.
Rubbing his stomach, Master Bitter Cicada walked to an empty space nearby.
Li Yao followed him, somewhat curiously.
Naturally, the refugees thanked Master Bitter Cicada profusely. However, seeing that the two 'deities' were about to talk, they did not dare disturb them and simply observed from a distance. < br >
A large hole had been dug out in the middle of this open space. The hole was filled with straw and firewood, and was currently burning.
In addition to the smell of burnt vegetation, there was also a strange smell that was hard to tell whether it was fragrant or stinky.
Master Bitter Cicada raised his nose and sniffed. When the time was right, he squatted next to the pit. He pulled a corner of his moon-white robe and wiped the staff that was stained with mud and brains. Then, he picked away the burning straws and twigs that covered the pit, revealing a cluster of black objects.
With a whoosh, a sour and stinky smell suddenly emerged and drilled into Li Yao's nostrils.
Li Yao stretched his neck and glanced into the pit. He was so disgusted that he almost threw up his dinner from last night.
In the pit, there were several large pieces of beef wrapped in yellow mud after being cut into eight pieces.
It was the cooking method of the Beggar's Chicken. If it had been cooked properly, it should have smelled amazing.
However, the beef was too large and too thick to be cooked in such a way. Also, the fire was not good enough. Therefore, the meat that was cooked was still bloody and mushy. There was also a lot of water on the surface. The surface of the meat was dark, but after a gentle touch, colorful, thick juice was flowing out.
All the beef was probably more than half a cow in total. It was a pity that it had been soaked in the flood for too long and had gone bad. However hard it was cooked, the stink that was too intense to be dispersed was still lingering above the pit.
Li Yao was not a man who lived extravagantly. Dragon liver and phoenix marrow were indeed delicious, but he could still enjoy the most common bread. However, the stinky meat that had been soaked in the flood for a long time and was highly rotten was definitely out of the question.
Master Bitter Cicada, on the other hand, took out a handful of unknown powder from his pocket. He rubbed it with his hands and sprinkled it into the pit, barely suppressing the stink.
Then he raised his Buddhist staff and poked at one of the bloody cow's legs. Dragging it up, he grabbed the cow's hoof with both hands as if he was holding a horse-chopping broadsword. Stretching his neck, he bit the cow on the left. "Kacha!", he bit the cow on the right. "Kacha!" After two bites, all that was left was a bare cow leg bone.
Master Bitter Cicada was still not satisfied. His teeth were shining, and cracking noises were echoing nonstop. The hard cow leg was gnawed down by him one section after another as if it were a sugarcane. Not a single bone was spat out.
Li Yao was dumbfounded.
It never occurred to him that the most extravagant way of eating that he had ever seen in his life would be done by a monk who was as beautiful as a flower.
Master Bitter Cicada devoured the cow leg quickly and quickly. Then, he picked up a rib from the fire pit with his staff again and held it greasily in his hands. It was not until then that he remembered that there were other people around him. He smiled bitterly at Li Yao and said, "I have a large appetite. The beef in this cave is not enough to fill my stomach. Please forgive me, Fellow Spiritual Vulture."
Li Yao was still in a trance. Seeing that he tore apart the rib carefully and sucked it into his stomach one after another as if he were sucking noodles, he was dazed for a long time before he finally came back to himself. He stammered, "Do monks eat meat, too?"
"Of course."
Master Bitter Cicada's face was greasy, and he smelled like meat. Although he was holding the rib in his mouth, there was still vague pity and sorrow on his face. There was no telling whether it was because the food tasted terrible or because he was silently purging the old cow that had fallen into his stomach. He extended his thumb and pushed the meat on the corner of his mouth into his mouth. He sighed and said, "How can a monk have the strength to purge all the creatures if he does not eat meat?"
It was truly an unreasonable statement.
However, Master Bitter Cicada had such a charm. Even the most absurd statement in the world would make people wonder if it did make sense as long as he said it with such a compassionate expression.
Li Yao blinked for a long time and frowned. "Even if you want to eat meat, you should eat the meat of the vigorous animals that contain abundant spiritual energy. Don't you have a Cosmos Ring? Do you not have such things in your Cosmos Ring?"
"I did have a few pieces in the beginning. "Well," Master Bitter Cicada said casually.
Master Bitter Cicada said casually, "However, there were too many victims on our way here. They were all eaten up.
"Even so, shouldn't you have gotten some fresh meat?"
Li Yao could not help but ask. "A lot of dead pigs and cows are floating in the flood. There is also an incessant river fish. Although most of the pigs and cows are rotten, we can still get some of the good meat if we search them carefully. Why do we have to eat the filthy things?"
"The good meat of the pigs and cows, as well as the fresh river fish, are naturally for the disaster victims," Master Bitter Cicada said.
"The rotten meat is absolutely unacceptable for the civilians. If they can't help it, they will suffer incessant diarrhea and may even die of diarrhea. But it's not a big deal for me, monk. Other than the sourness of the meat, it can still nourish my body and recover my strength."
“”
Li Yao was greatly moved, but he did not know what to say. He could only hold back the shock in his heart and watch Master Bitter Cicada swallow more than half of the rotten cow one mouthful after another.
Although he was sitting in the mud that had been softened by the flood and eating the sour, rotten, and greasy roast beef, Master Bitter Cicada was still calm and composed.
However, Master Bitter Cicada was as calm and content as if he were sitting in the quietest meditation room, gazing at the picturesque mountains far away while tasting the unparalleled tea in the most delicate tea set.
"Master."
Taking a deep breath, Li Yao calmed himself down and tried to strike up a conversation. "Thanks to the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon that you captured yesterday, we were able to hunt three invaluable ultimate demon cores. I am not a greedy man. According to the rules of the world of Cultivators, the three demon cores should be divided equally between the two of us and 'Sword Maniac' Yan Liren. One for each of us. It's perfect."
"I appreciate your kindness, Fellow Cultivator Spiritual Vulture, but there is no need for us to divide them equally."
Master Bitter Cicada waved his hands and said generously.
"That won't do."
Li Yao could not have admired the great monk more than ever. He could not help but sound anxious. "I heard your name a lot when I was in the Southland of Sorcerers, Master Bitter Cicada. I've come to the central plateaus to make a name for myself and even establish my own sect. If I take more than one of your demon cores, it will be too embarrassing for me. You deserve the demon cores, Master. You must accept them in any case."
"Fellow Cultivator Spiritual Vulture, you misunderstood me again."
Master Bitter Cicada sighed and said, somewhat in distress, "What I mean is that I was the one who discovered the Multi-Horned Bizarre Dragon in the first place. I chased it and fought hard, which drained most of its strength. The last attack was launched by me, too. Therefore, it is only fair that I take at least two of the three demon cores.
"I was planning to ask for more from your sect after the beef. Now that you've mentioned it, Fellow Cultivator Spiritual Vulture, it couldn't be better. I can tell that you are not a petty man. You won't argue with me about one and a half demon cores, will you?"
Li Yao: "Huh?"
"If you feel that two is too much, Fellow Cultivator Spiritual Vulture, you can always ask for an exorbitant price.
"Why don't we each have one? The third one will be divided 20-80. I will take eighty percent, and your sect will take twenty percent. Isn't it reasonable?"
"How — how should we divide?" Li Yao asked.
"Let's find the Amazing Treasures or the Heavenly Craftsmen Building in the capital city to appraise and sell them.
You can divide the profits, "Master Bitter Cicada said unhurriedly." Of course, if your sect finds it too troublesome, you can also give me a price. If I find it satisfactory, I will sell it to your sect directly. That way, I won't be charged by the Amazing Treasures or the Heavenly Craftsmen Building. "
Li Yao was dumbfounded, lost for words.
Master Bitter Cicada continued eating the meat. "Why are you silent, Fellow Cultivator Spiritual Vulture? Do you feel that my price is too high? There's no need to rush. We can talk about it later."
"Not exactly."
Li Yao scratched his nose and smiled bitterly. "I just didn't expect that you would talk about money so straightforwardly, Master."
"You and I don't know each other. What else can we talk about other than money?"
Master Bitter Cicada frowned. "Do you want me to talk about Buddhism with you?"
Li Yao: "…"
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