The strongest chef in the three worlds

Chapter 769 What a plane!
"I also asked my grandfather about this."

Duan Gongdao: "My grandfather said that innate gossip pays attention to yin and yang. The monk's blood is extremely yang, and his daughter should have special numerology, and her blood is extremely yin! In this way, one yin and one yang correspond to innate gossip, which can suppress it to the maximum extent. Chen Tingen's resentful soul."

Is that so?
Chen Yan lowered his head and thought carefully.

This explanation can make sense.

It has to be said that that monk is somewhat great.

In order to suppress Chen Ting'en's resentment, he even sacrificed himself and his daughter.

Chen Yan felt that if it were him, he would not be able to do this.

Feeling emotional, Chen Yan asked Duan Gong again: "Is that piece of jade handed down by your family real?"

"This..." Duan Gong smiled awkwardly, "I do have a piece of jade like this in my house, but what I plan to give you is that I fiddled with it myself, and the material I used is also imitation jade..."

Chen Yan laughed out of surprise, and said, "Sell me, 100 million."

"This really can't be sold." Duan Gong shook his head.

This time, he really didn't want to sell it.

After all, it is an ancestral thing.

Moreover, now it is basically confirmed that the legend is true, that piece of jade may be of great use, let alone sold.

Chen Yan smiled, "I said you made that thing yourself."

"what?"

Duan Gong looked at Chen Yan with a face full of shock, and stammered, "That's... fake! You... want more?"

"Yes!" Chen Yan nodded and smiled.

Not for anything else, just for this legend.

According to the current situation, this legend is very likely to be true.

It's not a loss to spend 100 million to buy this legend!

The important thing is that Chen Tingen's resentment seems to have dissipated, and he doesn't have to worry about Chen Tingen's resentful spirit coming out to cause trouble for the villagers of Shuishui Mo Village.

However, I have to talk to Sang Mo about this matter later.

It would be best to find the stone mill and let him see if Chen Tingen's resentful spirit is still there.

Only when Chen Tingen's resentful soul completely disappeared, could he be completely relieved.

After making up his mind, Chen Yan chatted with Duan Gong for a while.

They didn't return to their seats until the banquet was almost over.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Shouming was buried, and everyone worshiped Chen Shouming one after another, and then gradually dispersed.

Chen Yan did not go home and entered Shimoshan again.

Duan Gong didn't know exactly where the stone mill engraved with the gossip was, he only knew that it was deep in the stone mill mountain.

As soon as he entered Shimo Mountain, Chen Yan contacted Sang Mo again.

Soon, Sang Mo came.

When Chen Yan told Sang Mo the legend of Shimo Mountain, Sang Mo was naturally surprised.

"Let me just say, how could there be no legends about this seven-yin and blood demon in the world."

Sang Mo muttered to himself, and said with emotion: "This Chen Tingen is also a hard-working person!"

"Who said it wasn't?" Chen Yan sighed, "If there were no such accidents, he wouldn't have fallen into the devil's way."

Although Chen Tingen's hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent lives, to be honest, the most hateful people were those refugees whose humanity had been dehumanized by hunger.

Even if Chen Tingen suffered a family change and was forced to go to Shuimo Village with his family to escape from the world, if there were no later events, there would not be a demon named Chen Tingen in this world.

I believe that most people will have demons when they encounter something like Chen Tingen.

Sang Mo nodded, and while following Chen Yan to the depths of Shimo Mountain, he asked curiously, "What's the name of the monk who sacrificed his life for righteousness?"

"This... I didn't ask."

Chen Yan shook his head, and looked at him suspiciously, "Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Sang Mo explained: "Sacrificing one's life to suppress Chen Tingen's resentful soul should be a great merit. Since that monk can suppress Chen Tingen's resentful soul, his cultivation base should be infinitely close to that of a human immortal. With such a great merit , should be enough to rank in the immortal class."

"So, you suspect that that monk has become a fairy?" Chen Yan suddenly realized.

"Correct!"

Sang Mo nodded and said, "Maybe, we've all heard of it."

Is that so?
Chen Yan was curious, so he immediately contacted his family and asked them to ask for Duan Gong's phone number for him.

Then, he called Duan Gong to inquire.

Soon, Chen Yan hung up the phone.

"Lu Dao, or Lu Daozi." Chen Yan said, "He doesn't know which name it is."

After all, this was all a long, long time ago.

Not to mention Duan Gong, even his grandfather didn't personally experience that incident.

Everything they know has been passed down from generation to generation.

It is normal to confuse the two names through word of mouth.

If you can still know a rough name, it's not bad!
"Lu Dao... Lu Daozi?"

Sang Mo stopped for a moment, frowning and thinking.

Chen Yan looked at Sang Mo's sudden action in surprise, and asked in confusion, "What's the matter? Do you know this person?"

"wait for me a while!"

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Sang Mo's face, and he hurriedly said something to Chen Yan before disappearing.

"feed me……"

Chen Yan stood there dryly, trying to call Sang Mo to stop, but it was too late.

This stuff!

In such a hurry, what kind of plane are you doing!

Could it be that he really knew Lu Dao or Lu Daozi?

Chen Yan searched carefully in his mind, and made sure that he had never heard of any of these two names.

In desperation, Chen Yan could only stay there and wait patiently for Sang Mo.

After waiting for several hours, the surroundings had already been plunged into darkness.

"You bastard! Why did you go there!"

Chen Yan was depressed and couldn't help scolding Sang Mo for leaving him here alone.

While spurning Sang Mo in his heart, Chen Yan lit a bonfire and sat by the fire with extremely strong resentment, but he was full of doubts in his heart.

I don't know what I was doing.

It's been so long, and there is no news at all.

Another few hours passed.

Just as Chen Yan was getting impatient, a strange figure suddenly appeared in front of Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was startled, and when he took a closer look, he realized that the person in front of him was not a human at all, but a ghost!

It should be a ghost messenger from Ziyun City, where their hometown belongs.

"I have met Mr. Chen!"

As soon as the ghost messenger appeared, he saluted Chen Yan respectfully.

"You're welcome." Chen Yan forced a smile, and then asked in confusion, "Are you a local ghost messenger in Ziyun? Why are you here? Where's Sang Mo?"

Hearing Chen Yan's barrage of questions, the ghost messenger showed an apologetic look, "Responding to Mr. Chen, the younger one is indeed the Ziyun ghost messenger. Manager Sang has something to do at the moment. I'm afraid that Mr. Chen will wait for a long time, so I specially sent the younger one to come to replace you." He brought a message to Mr. Chen."

"Something came out?"

Chen Yan frowned for a moment, "What's wrong with him? Is he being dragged into drinking again by someone?"

Uncle's!
I waited for him here for a long time, but he didn't come if he had something to do!
He can have a fart thing!
"I don't dare to ask more about Manager Sang's affairs." The ghost guard replied awkwardly.

Got it!
Everyone else said that, Chen Yan was too embarrassed to embarrass others, so he could only frown and ask, "What did he ask you to tell me?"

The ghost messenger replied: "Boss Sang said, Mr. Chen doesn't need to worry, the man's resentment has completely dissipated."

(End of this chapter)