God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

All the saints in Putuo Temple were numb at this time.

Why are you still fighting? Dao Yizong is probably sick.

"I think it's better for us to keep a little distance from Dao Yizong?"

"Junior brother Jueming, you must be careful when you go to entertain the Taoist sect. There is definitely something wrong with this group of people."

Even Juexin looked strange and didn't know what to say for a moment. He was silent for a long time and only said one sentence.

"Monitor them closely, but don't get too close."

In the eyes of the saints at Putuo Temple, not only Shi Song is crazy, but everyone in this sect is crazy.

On the other side, Daoyizong was stationed. Time was pushed back to the past, where everyone in Daoyizong had just settled down.

Seeing the many senior brothers who were seriously injured and weak, Ye Changqing made secret calculations in his heart.

"The Purple Mansion Realm cultivation level should be enough for production."

With the improvement of cultivation level, the system has also undergone some changes, mainly in the dishes.

Each dish is divided into levels by the system. Starting from ordinary, it is divided into four levels: superior, perfect and ultimate.

For the same dish, but at different levels, the effects are also very different.

With Ye Changqing's current cultivation level in the Purple Mansion Realm, some dishes can already reach the perfect level. This is why the disciples of Divine Sword Peak and Jade Girl Peak have accelerated their cultivation speed recently.

The elixir has no very good effect on the side effects of forbidden arts, but delicious food can. It mainly focuses on warming and nourishing people to speed up everyone's recovery.

"Brother, come and help."

"Junior brother Changqing, senior brother really has no strength."

He said to Xu Jie and others on the side. After hearing this, Xu Jie replied in a dead voice. He really didn't want to move a finger now.

Ye Changqing is actually very weak, but if he lies like this, when will he recover?

Moreover, they are still in the territory of Buddhism. Who knows whether Putuo Temple will suddenly go crazy and take this opportunity to get rid of them in one fell swoop.

Therefore, it is necessary to recover as soon as possible.

"I'm going to cook."

"Junior brother, tell me what you need me to do."

After hearing about cooking, Xu Jie struggled to stand up and said with shining eyes.

Not only him, but also Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, Wang Yao and others on the side.

He was still weak, but his expression completely changed, and he looked like I can do it, I can do it.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing curled his lips, knowing that this would be the case. He was still trying to die just now, but when he heard that he was eating, he felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Instructing Xu Jie and others to get some blood ducks, Ye Changqing planned to make an old duck soup.

With his current level, he should be able to reach the top level.

[Old duck soup, the soup is clear and fragrant, the taste is delicious, the duck fat is yellow and bright, and the meat is crispy and fresh. It is a delicacy that integrates gourmet health care, traditional nourishment, warming and conditioning. 】

Looking at the system's introduction to Lao Ya Tang, Ye Changqing nodded with satisfaction.

This should help everyone recover quickly.

Food and elixirs are different. To put it simply, elixirs are more of a hard treatment, while food is generally a soft nourishment.

Knowing that Ye Changqing was going to cook, all the disciples couldn't help but get excited.

First, wash the blood duck and chop it into small pieces, then peel the yam, cut it into small pieces, and clean the lotus seeds.

Add water to the soup pot, boil the duck meat and skim off the foam.

Then add the yam and lotus seeds and simmer over low heat for two hours.

Finally, pour in the wolfberry, add an appropriate amount of salt, and a pot of delicious and nourishing old duck soup is completed.

It's not difficult. Ye Changqing just needs to rest aside and pay attention to the heat.

When the old duck soup came out of the pot, many disciples' eyes were shining. Although they were exhausted, fierce battles broke out in the face of Ye Changqing's delicious food.

"Junior brother, your forbidden technique should only be used as an introduction. The side effects are even greater. I think you shouldn't compete with your senior brother for this meal."

"Oh, senior brother, are you looking down on me? Tangle your hands."

"Clear Liubi."

For a time, various spells emerged in the courtyard.

It's just that this technique is a bit strange. Because of the side effects of the forbidden technique, the original transformation-level hand-wrapped hand only has a single thread of spiritual power when it is used.

He couldn't even tie up a dog, let alone deal with a disciple of the Taoist Sect.

However, facing this incomplete version of Tangle Hands, the Qingliu Wall used by this senior brother was even more outrageous.

It's only about the size of a palm, and it's so thin that it's as thin as a piece of paper and will break if you poke it casually.

But despite this, the disciples still refused to be outdone and started fighting fiercely.

"Mianzhang."

With a palm shot, it only flew out half a meter before it dissipated directly.

"Haha, junior brother, you still haven't mastered your Mianzhang skills. Look at senior brother's Flowing Light Step."

As he took a step forward, a stream of light lit up under his feet, but it only flickered away. When he looked again, he saw that he had only moved less than half a meter.

"Fuck........."

Normally, a casual step would cover more than a hundred meters, but now his moving steps only moved less than half a meter.

This disciple yelled angrily.

There were others who wanted to punch, but their bodies were shaky and they couldn't use the strength at all.

Outside the courtyard, the disciples of Putuo Temple who were in charge of guarding looked extremely strange when they saw this scene.

"What are these Taoist disciples doing?"

"Is this a fight?"

"Isn't it possible? You're so weak and you still want to fight?"

"Hurry and inform the abbot."

I just can’t understand it. It’s already like this, and you still want to fight, and you’re fighting yourself?

Seeing the senior brothers fighting fiercely, Ye Changqing also had a black hair, pulling his neck and shouting.

"You all have them, senior brothers. There is no need to grab them."

I thought everyone would be quiet in this way, but damn, they started fighting over who was in front and who was behind.

There was a mess in the yard. At first glance, it looked like a group of old men fighting.

His fists were soft and his movements were shaky. Sometimes when he punched someone, he missed the person and fell to his feet.

While beating, he slowly came to the pot. Ye Changqing served soup for everyone, and then he slowly became quiet.

After a bowl of old duck soup entered their stomachs, everyone felt warm in their bodies. Their bodies, which were originally weak, actually recovered a lot at this time.

"Okay, Junior Brother Changqing, your bowl of old duck soup is more effective than the elixir."

"That's right, if you have any more, give me another bowl."

"You really want to eat shit. If you want, I will do it. My forbidden technique is of a higher level and has stronger side effects."

"If you say that, then I have been using it for longer."

"Shit, it depends on how many bald donkeys you have dealt with. I just beat a hundred of them. If you want to add more soup, I have to be the first."

"What's the point of being beaten by a hundred bald asses? What did I say when I was surrounded by five hundred bald asses and beaten?"

"Okay, okay, you guys are nothing. What I just dealt with was the elders of Putuo Temple, a total of twenty."

"Pfft, brothers and sisters, you can see that I'm vomiting blood."

In order to add more soup, the disciples quarreled again, and even more so that their Qi and blood flowed backwards, forcing out a mouthful of blood just to drink another mouthful.