Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1084 - 420: Do Immortal Pills Taste Like Human? (Part 3)
Zhou Xuan heard this and furrowed his eyebrows; the trade in corpses, could it really be legitimate business in Yellow Field Prefecture?
He immediately asked Ye Feiyu, "Has Yellow Field Prefecture produced kidnappers?"
"Not a single one."
"Because in Yellow Field Prefecture, everyone is a kidnapper," Zhou Xuan said coldly.
"It’s just a different concept."
Ye Feiyu added, "However, people in Yellow Field Prefecture don’t emphasize the ’corpse,’ but rather the ’spirit.’ The crow legend is about letting a person’s departed soul find a good resting place. That’s why in Yunlu Buddha Town, there is a custom of ’human sheep cooked together, the crow flutters its wings.’"
To be blunt, Ye Feiyu was afraid of these three gentlemen, lest they start a fight due to differing customs and traditions.
He couldn’t beat any of these three gentlemen.
Zhou Xuan asked Ye Feiyu, "Do you believe in the crow legend?"
"What do you mean by that, sir?"
"The crow flies to the Western Pure Land, stays there for three hundred and sixty years, and then when reincarnated, luck skyrockets," Zhou Xuan said.
"I don’t quite believe it."
Ye Feiyu replied honestly.
Zhou Xuan asked, "Since you don’t believe it, doesn’t your prefecture properly manage and suppress those charlatans and deceivers who confuse people with such absurd beliefs?"
"Can’t suppress them."
Ye Feiyu pointed to the "Mahayana Temple" on the mountainside of Yunlu Mountain and said, "That temple is the most famous in Yellow Field Prefecture. The crow legend originated from that temple, and the common people have faith in it; other halls dare not touch that temple."
"Then we need to take a look inside the temple, and see what strange things it might be hiding."
Zhou Xuan said so.
Ye Feiyu was somewhat afraid, fearing Zhou Xuan and the others might stir up trouble. He quickly said, "Sir, causing a dispute at the inn was manageable, but please don’t cause problems within Mahayana Temple, otherwise it will be hard to resolve."
Speaking to this point, he gestured towards the pointed top of the temple, saying, "Did you see that top? That is the Yellow Field Prefecture’s best place of energy, and every one hundred and eighty years, a Shariputra condenses there, gifted to the heavens."
"Gifted to the heavens? I’ve stayed in heaven for so long, but never heard of Yellow Field Prefecture sending anything there."
Li Changxun commented.
Ye Feiyu shook his head and said, "It’s recorded in town chronicles and county records that every one hundred eighty years, the temple top gathers colorful Shariputras, clouds grow across the Heavenly Dome, and a giant hand emerges from the clouds to take away the Shariputra."
"Now this temple really is interesting."
Zhou Xuan murmured.
The crow legend was spread from Mahayana Temple.
The revival of family after twenty years originates from the handiwork of Master Lu Yun of Mahayana Temple.
Every one hundred eighty years, Mahayana Temple’s pointed top produces a "Shariputra" coveted even by the Heavenly Dome.
All sorts of strange tales combine to make this temple increasingly mysterious.
"Go up the mountain, pay respects to Buddha, and visit the mountain’s spirit as well."
Zhou Xuan had not forgotten the purpose of his visit to Yellow Field Prefecture—to deceive the mountain spirit of Yunlu Mountain using the sixth technique of the Colorful Play Master and recreate the miracle of Master Lu Yun reviving his family.
...
Zhou Xuan, Yun Ziliang, and Li Changxun climbed the mountain.
"Lao Yun, was Yellow Field Prefecture also this vicious three hundred years ago? Selling corpses as goods, and common folk treating it as an ordinary matter."
"It was better before, but in the past three hundred years, Yellow Field Prefecture’s reputation has worsened; everyone thinks it’s a bandit prefecture."
Yun Ziliang as soon as he mentioned that recalled the human meat buns, said, "Those buns really disgusted me; I’m a Taoist."
"The buns are disgusting, but they’re also strange; why do they have the taste of Immortal Pills?"
Li Changxun still couldn’t forget the taste of the "mutton buns."
"Because the pot of mutton stew uses ingredients like cow gallstone, vermillion, minerals, and other alchemical items."
Zhou Xuan said.
Li Changxun shook his head and said, "Cow gallstone is stinky, vermillion is bitter; I can taste them immediately. How can they have the taste of Immortal Pills?"
Zhou Xuan said, "If the mutton filling doesn’t taste like cow gallstone, vermillion, minerals, then what else could it be? Oh, right...in the mutton filling...there’s a taste of human flesh."
He said this and suddenly turned to ask Li Changxun, "Don’t tell me, Li Shanzu, is it possible that the pills in the heavens are refined from humans?"
"Nonsense! We, at Heavenly Vault God Level, although most have already lost their morals, still have a bottom line. Refining pills from humans? How can that be ethical?"
Li Changxun replied, without much confidence,
Not mentioning other gods, but just saying "Ghost hand," "Heavenly Official," and "Peng Hou" at God-level, are plotting to stir up great waves, attempting to murder millions in Mingjiang Prefecture.
Characters like these might actually do such a thing as refining pills with humans.
"These are all speculations, unsubstantiated, can’t be taken seriously." Li Changxun shook his hand.
Zhou Xuan then said, "Actually, it’s simple to verify, Li Shanzu, you should try eating meat without vermillion, cow gallstone, anything, and see if it has the taste of Immortal Pills. If it still does—then those divine pills up on the Heavenly Dome are indeed refined from humans."
"Where can I find solid meat to eat?"
"Buy it; Shanzu seems to have forgotten, this is Yellow Field Prefecture, where human meat is sold by the pound."
"..."
Li Changxun ultimately couldn’t muster the heart to "offer himself." The three of them chatted and wandered all the way to Mahayana Temple.
The plaza in front of the temple was quite grand; a monk, wearing Kasaya, saluted Zhou Xuan and the others at the plaza.
"Are you the gentleman from Mingjiang Prefecture?"
"Indeed, I am." Zhou Xuan replied.
"I’ve been expecting you for a while; earlier, Senior Brother Ye Feiyu sent me a Hall Secret Letter saying the gentleman is coming to Mahayana Temple to pay respects to Buddha."
After the monk finished speaking, he introduced himself, "My name is Chi Sheng, suffering from a strange illness since childhood, creating dense red scars on my head, so my brothers in the temple call me Red-headed Monk."
The Red-headed Monk, fearing Zhou Xuan might not believe, took off his monk hat revealing the red scars covering his head, almost triggering Zhou Xuan’s fear of things dense.
"Why bother with such elaborate verification? It’s enough to understand it in your heart."
Zhou Xuan chuckled and said, "Chi Monk, why do you call Ye Feiyu senior brother though you are a monk?"
"Oh, before becoming a monk, I was a disciple of Bitter Ghost Hall."
Chi Monk led Zhou Xuan and the others into the temple.
Just as they entered the temple gate, Li Changxun’s nose started twitching like a hound, sniffing around, unsure of what he was detecting.
"What are you sniffing?" Zhou Xuan asked.
Li Changxun leaned toward Zhou Xuan’s ear and said, "Sir, I smell the taste of Immortal Pills again."
