My Taoist buddy has practiced surrogacy

Chapter 1372 Pay Attention
At some point, a red line appeared on the palm of his left hand. In his memory, a voice warned him that he needed to collect nine kinds of spiritual delicacies in order to awaken his cultivation from his previous life.

On this day, Ling Xue, as usual, came to the imperial kitchen with an embroidery basket on her back, selling her newly embroidered handkerchiefs. She was thin, but her face was very pretty, but there was a hint of sadness between her eyebrows. When Zhou Xing saw her come in, his heart was inexplicably moved, and his eyes fell on her embroidery basket. He saw that the handkerchief was embroidered with gold thread, but the gold thread was broken for no reason, which looked quite strange.

Zhou Xing walked forward and asked with a smile, "Miss, is there anything special about this handkerchief?" Ling Xue raised her head, her eyes a little evasive, and said softly, "It's just an ordinary handkerchief. If you don't want to buy it, I will go somewhere else." After that, she was about to turn around and leave.

Zhou Xing was even more confused. He reached out to stop Ling Xue, took out a silver coin from his pocket, and said, "Don't worry, young lady. I bought this handkerchief. But I just saw that this handkerchief is a little unusual. I hope you can tell me the truth." Ling Xue hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and said slowly, "To be honest, when I was embroidering at night, someone always taught me to embroider strange patterns in my dreams. After waking up, the silk thread had its own spiritual power. I don't know why it was like this."

Zhou Xing was shocked when he heard this. He looked at Ling Xue and said seriously, "Miss, don't show this embroidery easily in the future. I will buy this handkerchief." Ling Xue looked at him gratefully, took the money, and whispered, "Thank you, sir. I will remember it."

After Ling Xue left, Zhou Xing took the handkerchief in his hand and examined it carefully. He found that the pattern on the handkerchief was somewhat similar to the "Nine-turn Spiritual Pattern" recorded in the Demon Sect's secret book. He tried to bring the handkerchief closer to the food, and saw that the food suddenly glowed with a different brilliance, as if it was injected with a mysterious power.

When Ling Xue came to deliver embroidery again, Zhou Xing noticed a light silver pattern behind her ear. He was shocked. This pattern was exactly the same as the "Thousand Silk Soul Seal" recorded in the sect's secret book. Zhou Xing realized that this seemingly ordinary embroiderer was not a simple person.

Late one night, Zhou Xing was mixing spices in the house when he suddenly heard a faint cry for help. He was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, and found Ling Xue lying in the ice cellar of the imperial kitchen, her whole body cold, with white mist constantly coming out of her mouth.

Zhou Xing hurried forward to check and found that Ling Xue was actually poisoned by the thousand-year-old cold marrow poison. He didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately cut his palm and used the magic blood as a guide to perform the poison removal technique. Under the light, the silver pattern on Ling Xue's back flickered, as if she was struggling, or telling something.

In order to find medicinal herbs that can cure cold poison, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue sneaked into the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum. The underground palace was gloomy and terrifying, with various traps emerging one after another. Zhou Xing and Ling Xue moved forward carefully and finally found the legendary Bingpo Ganoderma in a corner.

The Ganoderma lucidum exuded a chilly aura, and a thick layer of frost condensed around it. Seeing this, Ling Xue reached out to pick it without hesitation. However, the moment she touched the Ganoderma lucidum, the frost suddenly turned into a sharp blade and attacked them. Zhou Xing quickly waved his sleeves, releasing a series of sharp sword energy to block the frost.

During the escape, Ling Xue used an embroidery needle to seal the acupuncture points to protect Zhou Xing, temporarily slowing down the spread of the poison. However, black blood oozed out of her fingertips. The black blood dripped onto the ground and corroded the blue bricks. Zhou Xing looked at the injured Ling Xue, his heart full of pain and self-blame.

When they fled back to the imperial kitchen, they were suddenly attacked by men in black. The men in black were holding sharp blades and had fierce eyes, and they rushed towards them. Zhou Xing protected Ling Xue behind him, waving the spatula, releasing a series of sharp kitchen knife energy. However, just as he was using his power, Ling Xue's pupils suddenly glowed silver, and the embroidery thread thrown in her hand entangled the assassin's throat like a living thing.

Zhou Xing knew that they could no longer passively take the beating like this. He decided to use the cooking skills inherited from the sect to refine Ling Xue's life force into the "Nine-turn Universe Soup".

He set up a nine-square grid in the imperial kitchen, using fireworks as a formation, trying to draw out the soul power in Ling Xue's body. However, at the critical moment, Ling Xue suddenly had a splitting headache, holding her head with both hands, groaning in pain. Zhou Xing was shocked, he knew that Ling Xue's memory was recovering.

As her memory came back, Ling Xue's eyes became cold and sharp. An ice needle appeared in her hand and pressed against Zhou Xing's throat. Zhou Xing's heart trembled, but he did not resist. At this moment, Ling Xue saw the mandarin duck pillow she had embroidered on the table, and recalled the past. Her hands trembled slightly, and the coldness in her eyes gradually dissipated.

"Zhou Xing..." Ling Xue called softly, with a hint of guilt and nostalgia in her voice. Zhou Xing smiled and said, "Miss Ling, let the past be the past. The most important thing for us now is to survive this disaster."

However, just when they thought they could cook in peace, the imperial concubine was suddenly poisoned. When Zhou Xing checked the food, he found that the rouge box used by the imperial concubine was hidden with the Demon Sect's tracking incense. He thought to himself that this was not good, and it was obvious that someone was secretly playing tricks.

Soon, he found that the tribute pepper was replaced by the soul-eating grass. The soul-eating grass absorbed the spiritual energy of the food and became extremely powerful. Zhou Xing and Ling Xue worked together to set up a formation, trying to destroy the soul-eating grass. Just when the formation was about to be completed, Ling Xue was suddenly possessed by the soul-eating grass. Her eyes became empty and evil, and the ice needle in her hand stabbed Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing had no choice but to cut off three strands of her hair with a kitchen knife. Ling Xue groaned and fell to the ground. Zhou Xing looked at the injured Ling Xue, his heart filled with pain and self-blame.

Zhou Xing looked for ways to heal Ling Xue. Finally, he learned that the water from the Yellow Spring in the underworld might be able to solve the current predicament. So, he took Ling Xue to the Yellow Spring in the underworld.

Above the Yellow Springs, the Naihe Bridge stretches across. Zhou Xing paid the price of thirty years of his life to obtain half a bowl of Meng Po soup. He fed the soup into Ling Xue's mouth, and Ling Xue vomited black blood, and also vomited out the memories of three lives.

It turns out that they had worked together to refine the Chaos Cauldron in ancient times to save the common people, and were saved by the Demon Sect after their souls merged. In thousands of reincarnations, they have always saved each other, but were teased by fate at the critical moment.

After returning to the imperial kitchen, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue began to cook the "Rebirth Dishes". They put ninety-nine kinds of ingredients into the pot and burned them with the Samadhi True Fire. In the steaming aroma, Ling Xue gradually recovered all her memories.

She looked at Zhou Xing, her eyes full of affection and determination. Where their palms overlapped, the silver lines and the magic lines blended together, emitting a powerful and mysterious force. They knew that this was the continuation of their fate in the previous life, and also the testimony of their hand in hand to overcome the disaster in this life.

Just when they thought everything was going in a good direction, the catastrophe came. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and thick purple lightning pillars fell towards the imperial kitchen. The entire imperial kitchen was shaking in the thunder, as if it would collapse at any time.

Ling Xue looked at Zhou Xing without any fear in her eyes. She transformed into a silver-patterned Dharma image and stood in front of Zhou Xing, resisting the thunder tribulation. One after another, the lightning pillars struck her, and her silver patterns dimmed, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted. Zhou Xing watched Ling Xue endure all this for him, and his heart was filled with grief. He bit his finger and used his magic blood to draw the ancient sacrificial formation. He decided to use his own life as a price to help Ling Xue survive this tribulation.

Just as the eighth thunderbolt was approaching, Ling Xue suddenly discovered Zhou Xing's intention. Her heart tightened, and she burned her soul thread to shatter the thundercloud. However, her own body gradually became transparent, as if it would disappear from this world at any time.

Zhou Xing looked at Ling Xue who was about to disappear, his heart filled with despair and reluctance. He held Ling Xue's hand tightly and said, "Ling Xue, I won't let you leave me." Ling Xue smiled at Zhou Xing and said, "Zhou Xing, I have no regrets in death for meeting you."

Ling Xue's residual soul attached to the embroidered handkerchief, and Zhou Xing nurtured it with his heart's blood every day. He knew very well that only by gathering the "Wanxiang Meal" cooked by the nine heavenly tribulations could Ling Xue rebuild her body.

In order to achieve this goal, he began to travel around and experienced many hardships. Every time he encountered a catastrophe, he would guide the thunder into the stove and cook with a special method.

Finally, after going through countless dangers and challenges, the ninth dish was ready. When it was cooked, the aroma shocked the three realms. Ling Xue's soul was reborn in the sunset glow. She came in a splendid manner, with star fragments studded on her hair.

Zhou Xing looked at the reborn Ling Xue, his eyes full of excitement and joy. He walked forward and hugged Ling Xue tightly. Ling Xue also responded to his hug, and the two smiled at each other.

They returned to the Haoqing Sect of the Demon Sect. The leader looked at them with a gratified smile on his face. He told them that the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine tribulations had ended, and they finally became the protagonists of the Demon Sect's legendary storybook "Cooking Embroidery Book". From then on, there were no more shackles that could bind them in the Three Realms. Zhou Xing and Ling Xue stood on the top of the mountain hand in hand, looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, and began their new life.

Zhou Xing slowly woke up, feeling sore all over, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He opened his eyes and found himself in a strange place, with a blazing fire beside him and the aroma of wine. He was full of doubts, and many strange memories flooded into his mind like a tide.

It turned out that he had become the shopkeeper of Zuiyuexuan in Nanhuai City. Zuiyuexuan looked like an ordinary restaurant, but it was actually a secret place planted by the Demon Sect in this world. A red line appeared on his left wrist at some point, and a voice in his memory warned him that he needed to collect nine kinds of spiritual wine to awaken his previous life's cultivation.

On this day, Ling Xue came to Zuiyuexuan as usual, carrying a bamboo basket on her back, to sell her newly dug lotus roots. She was thin, but her face was very pretty, but there was a hint of sadness between her eyebrows. When Zhou Xing saw her come in, his heart moved inexplicably, and his eyes fell on her bamboo basket. He saw that the purple lotus roots were stained with black mud from the swamp, which looked quite strange.

Zhou Xing walked forward and asked with a smile, "Miss Ling, is there anything special about this lotus root?" Ling Xue raised her head, her eyes a little evasive, and said softly, "This is just an ordinary lotus root. If you don't want to buy it, I will go somewhere else." After saying that, she was about to turn around and leave.

Zhou Xing was even more confused. He reached out to stop Ling Xue, took out a silver coin from his pocket, and said, "Don't worry, Miss Ling. I'll buy this lotus root. But I just saw that this lotus root is a little unusual. I hope you can tell me the truth." Ling Xue hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and said slowly, "To be honest, this lotus root was picked from the Ghost Weeping Swamp. The yin energy there is very heavy, and ordinary people will encounter accidents if they approach it. I took the risk to go there because I had to make a living."

Zhou Xing was shocked when he heard that. He looked at Ling Xue and said seriously, "Miss Ling, don't set foot in that dangerous place again. I will buy this lotus root." Ling Xue looked at him gratefully, took the money, and whispered, "Thank you, sir. I will remember it."

After Ling Xue left, Zhou Xing put the lotus root into the pot and boiled it. During the boiling process, he was surprised to find that the lotus root soup was glowing with a faint blue fluorescence, like a ghost fire. He took a sip and suddenly felt a chill rushing to his head, and the spiritual power in his body stagnated for a short time.

When Ling Xue came to deliver lotus roots again, Zhou Xing noticed a blood-red lotus birthmark on the back of her neck. He was shocked. This birthmark was exactly the same as the "Nine Tribulations Red Lotus Seal" recorded in the sect's secret book. Zhou Xing realized that this seemingly ordinary peasant girl was not a simple person.

Late one night, Zhou Xing was mixing yeast in the house when he suddenly heard a faint cry for help. He was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, and found Ling Xue lying in the wine cellar, her body burning, and black mist constantly oozing out of her mouth.

Zhou Xing hurried forward to check and found that Ling Xue was poisoned by the Swamp Abyss Gu. He didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately cut his palm and used the magic blood as a guide to perform the detoxification technique. Under the light, the red lotus birthmark on Ling Xue's back flickered, as if she was struggling, or telling something.

In order to find the herbs that can cure the poison, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue sneaked into the underground ghost market. This ghost market was gloomy and terrifying, with all kinds of strange creatures shuttling around. Zhou Xing and Ling Xue walked forward carefully and finally found what the vendor called "living dead flesh" in a corner.

The piece of meat exuded a foul smell, and it actually had a human face, and it kept screaming. Seeing this, Ling Xue's stomach churned and she almost vomited. Zhou Xing frowned, forcibly suppressed Ling Xue's mind, and said, "Don't be afraid, Miss Ling, these are just some evil things. In order to detoxify, we have no choice."

The two returned to Zuiyuexuan with the "living dead flesh", but were intercepted by men in black on the way. The men in black were holding sharp blades and had fierce eyes, and rushed towards them. Zhou Xing protected Ling Xue behind him, waved his sleeves, and released a series of sharp sword energy. However, just as he was using his power, Ling Xue suddenly vomited blood, staining the lotus lantern in his hand red.

Zhou Xing's heart tightened, and he was worried about Ling Xue's safety. He tried his best to kill several men in black. At this moment, he discovered that Ling Xue's blood had the power to corrode magic weapons. This discovery made him more convinced that Ling Xue's identity was not simple.

On a rainy night, the pursuers surrounded Zuiyuexuan. Ling Xue looked at the situation in front of her, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She raised the lotus lamp above her head, and in an instant, the wick burst into fire, and the fire swept towards the pursuers like a surging wave. The fire illuminated Ling Xue's eyes, and Zhou Xing clearly saw that her eyes had the unique golden pupils of the Demon Sect disciples.

Zhou Xing knew very well that they could no longer passively take the beating like this.