The whole world is cultivating qi, only I am cultivating the body

The woman stretched out her hand to the monk, who immediately placed a piece of processed meat in her hand. She pinched the meat with her hands and put it under her nose to smell it: "Not bad, the blood inside has been basically processed, and the little bit left is just the degree that the princess likes."

"As long as you are satisfied, he and I will go wash and pick the vegetables. Are you busy first?"

"Go ahead, just clean the vegetables and bring them here."

The monk bowed flatteringly to the woman, carefully left her side, and walked into the warehouse at the back with Zeng Wenyu.

There were a lot of vegetables piled up in the warehouse, or it could be said that there were a lot of spiritual herbs piled up in the warehouse. These spiritual herbs were piled up on the ground in large quantities. Many of the spiritual herbs pressed underneath had been crushed, and light black liquid was flowing out of those crushed spiritual herbs, and the juice was flowing on the ground.

"These vegetables were delivered this morning, but they have been piled here since they were delivered. Many of them are already damaged and cannot be used. Remember, pick off all the dead and rotten leaves on these vegetables, and then pick out the damaged ones. We don't need to rush. The chef has a lot of steps to cook meat, and it will take some time. Also, you must carefully select the vegetables. If there is anything that the chef is not satisfied with, she will use you to make the dish."

"understand!"

Zeng Wenyu responded to the monk, and then he and the monk were each responsible for a pile and began to carefully select those "spiritual herbs".

As the spiritual herbs were picked and selected one by one, the pile of spiritual herbs in front of them became less and less, and the piles of spiritual herbs that had been selected next to Zeng Wenyu and the monk became higher and higher. Before long, all the spiritual herbs had been selected.

"Hey hey hey..."

There was a laughter in his ears, which came from the monk's mouth. Zeng Wenyu saw that the monk was smiling and stuffing the remaining dead branches, rotten leaves and squeezed spiritual herbs into his mouth. He chewed those spiritual herbs in his mouth, and occasionally black juice flowed from the corners of his mouth. He would immediately use his hands to put the juice back into his mouth.

As he continued to eat those unwanted spiritual herbs, the cultivator's aura became stronger and stronger. Black ghost energy continued to emanate from his body, and his body began to swell.

"Baji... Baji... You don't want to eat? Baji... Baji... These are all good things!" After finishing the leftovers in front of him, the monk turned his head and looked at Zeng Wenyu, "If you don't want to eat it, why don't you give it to me, how about that?"

"You eat, I don't really want to eat."

Zeng Wenyu walked aside humbly. If these were real spiritual herbs, he would take away some that looked good. However, these things were not necessarily real spiritual herbs. After all, the juice inside these spiritual herbs was black. He also felt a strong ghost energy from these spiritual herbs, although the ghost energy was condensed and did not dissipate.

“Hahaha, little brother, you are really a good person! You didn’t drink the spiritual liquid just now, and now you don’t eat these spiritual herbs either.” The monk walked to Zeng Wenyu and patted his shoulder before sitting down. “Don’t worry, I will remember your kindness to me. If you need anything in the future, just call me and I will help you at all costs!”

Without waiting for Zeng Wenyu to answer, the monk had already sat on the ground and began to pick up dead branches and leaves on the ground with his hands, stuffing them into his mouth and chewing them with a crunching sound.

"Thank you very much, big brother. But big brother, I don't know who you are yet. How should I find you if I need anything in the future?"

Zeng Wenyu felt something was wrong immediately after he asked the question. The monk sitting on the ground suddenly raised his head and looked at him. His body showed signs of decay, but it recovered in just a few seconds. He smiled and said, "Originally, our names are our own secrets, but since you gave me all these things, you are my acknowledged brother, so I will tell you my name."

"What's your name, brother?"

"My name is Yierming, and I'm a cultivator here, but my status is not very high, and my cultivation is not very high either."

"So it's Brother Yi. You brought me here. So no matter what your status or cultivation level is, you are my guide."

“Baji, Baji… Hahaha, don’t worry! Baji, Baji… As long as I’m here, I will definitely help you! Baji, Baji…”

Yilming kept chewing the things in his mouth, and the aura on his body was still increasing, but the ghost energy that was just dissipating had now been completely restrained by him.

After eating all these things, Yierming even lay on the ground and licked the juice that had flowed out of the spiritual herbs that had been crushed long ago. Then he stood up from the ground and wiped his mouth with his clothes. He carefully picked up some of the selected spiritual herbs. After seeing Zeng Wenyu pick up another pile, he motioned Zeng Wenyu to follow him back to the kitchen in front.

"Have you finished picking?" The woman put the meat in her hand into a big pot and asked Yilming without raising her head.

"It's all done. These are the ones that were carefully selected. The bad ones have been disposed of. They will definitely not dirty your kitchen and warehouse!"

"Okay, you two just wait here. When everything is ready, bring the dishes to the banquet hall."

Yierming agreed, pulled Zeng Wenyu to the corner of the kitchen, and squatted quietly in the corner with Zeng Wenyu.

After a while, an unpleasant smell came from the pot where the woman was stewing meat. Zeng Wenyu suddenly smelled the smell and looked at the pot with a frown.

Black smoke continued to come out of the pot, and a large amount of rotten smell floated out of the pot along with the black smoke. The whole pot gradually turned black and began to shake violently.

Zeng Wenyu found the smell extremely unpleasant and made him feel physically uncomfortable, but Yierming beside him opened his eyes wide and kept swallowing his saliva. Even though he had just drunk so much water and eaten so much food, he was still drooling over the contents of the pot.

A series of strong and loud growling sounds came from Irming's stomach. The woman looked up at Irming. She did not blame Irming's stomach for making growling sounds. To her, this sound just represented that the food she cooked was very attractive to Irming. With a chuckle, she opened the lid of the pot, took out a small piece of meat from the pot and threw it to Irming.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you for your gift!"

"Okay, no need to thank me here, the food is ready. I just don't want you to eat it when it's brought to the banquet hall."

Yierming quickly picked up the piece of meat from the ground and stood up: "No! I won't do such a thing!"