My master is invincible

Chapter 1912 Yin Yang Rice (116)

The old man said: "Xiao Jiu, look carefully, this black dog blood is even a yang thing, and this human blood is also a pure yang thing, mix these two things evenly, and use it to wash the ingredients of yin-yang rice, it can make the food full masculinity."

After speaking, he paused, glanced at the washbasin in Uncle Huang's hand, and continued: "As the saying goes, extremes must be reversed. Once the yang energy is full, the extreme yang will become extremely yin, and what we need to do is to let them Maintain a balance point, make them both yin and yang, so that you only need to cook those foods."

After saying this, he walked towards Uncle Huang, took the washbasin from his hand and placed it on the ground, and asked Uncle Huang, "Where are the ingredients?"

Uncle Huang quickly replied, "Go back to the old man, I have already prepared it, and I am waiting for you to do it."

While speaking, he walked into the room.

After less than a minute, he came out with a rice sieve in his hand, which contained the ingredients needed for Yin Yang Rice.

Seeing this, I was slightly taken aback. According to my thinking, some things like ice water are needed to make yin-yang rice. To put it bluntly, I need to use some yin things.

However, this old man didn't need any negative things at all, and he still used extremely positive things to wash the ingredients.

The difference is obvious at a glance.

However, there is one thing that I am very puzzled about. The old man said that he only needs to grasp a balance point.

To be honest, this kind of balance point is extremely difficult to find, and its probability is similar to winning the lottery. More importantly, it requires people who are particularly sensitive to yin and yang to achieve it.

This aroused my curiosity, and I wanted to know how the old man did it.

But the facts have proved that the old man is really good at yin and yang rice.

But see, he took the rice sieve, his left hand naturally hung on the side of his thigh, and his right hand held the rice sieve. He first used his right foot as a stake and turned it around three times, and then he pointed the rice sieve in his hand high into the air. Throw it away.

It was strange to say that the moment he threw the rice sieve up, the ingredients in the rice sieve were not thrown up, but stuck tightly to the rice sieve.

The more evil thing is yet to come. When the rice sieve fell into the hands of the old man, he raised his hand and punched the edge of the left side of the rice sieve. The whole rice sieve rolled quickly, and the ingredients were the same as before. Sticking to the rice sieve, it was as if stuck with glue.

What makes me different is that the surrounding villagers didn't show any surprised expressions, as if all this has long been commonplace.

Seeing this, I no longer know how to describe this village, how to describe the old man, and I feel that this village may not be as simple as it appears on the surface.

At this moment, the rice sieve had been tossed back and forth a dozen times in the old man's hands. Suddenly, his expression froze, and his aura suddenly exploded. a feeling of.

He said in a deep voice: "The Eight Immortals Table, set up the Dharma altar."

As soon as this remark came out, Uncle Huang was the first to react. He immediately rushed into the room, followed by seven or eight villagers.

In less than a minute, Uncle Huang and others came out.

They carried a small Eight Immortals table, which was only one meter high and one meter wide. A yellow cloth was spread on it to cover the surroundings of the Eight Immortals table very tightly. Several simple offerings were placed on the yellow cloth.

This is an extremely simple altar.

This is my first thought.

However, what makes me different is that the general altar is placed on the ground, but after Uncle Huang and others lifted the table of eight immortals, they did not put it on the ground, but were carried by four people on their shoulders. Hold a piece of twine and stand on the side.

Hell, is he planning to use people as pillars?
The moment I had this thought, it turned out that my thought was right, because the old man really took people as pillars, and he threw the rice sieve in his hand towards the altar.

I don’t know if it’s something evil or something. After he threw the rice sieve onto the altar, the rice sieve was actually slanted. Yes, it was slanted. The entire rice sieve and the tabletop of the Eight Immortals Table presented a 45-degree angle. slope.

And those ingredients were tightly attached to the rice sieve, and they didn't fall down.

"Huang Maozi, put the washbasin over there, ready to wash." The old man called to Uncle Huang.

As soon as these words came out, Uncle Huang's expression relaxed, and he quickly walked over to the table of the Eight Immortals.

When he walked to the Eight Immortals Table, his face was frozen, first he took a deep breath, then slowly squatted down, and then put the washbasin in his hand under the Eight Immortals Table.

It was a strange thing to say, the moment he put the washbasin in place, the ingredients that were stuck on the rice sieve suddenly fell down.

one by one.

each grain.

A rustle.

Without exception, those ingredients sank into the washbasin without leaking.

Evil.

What's going on here?

I muttered in my heart, staring at the rice sieve, and found that the rice sieve was no different from ordinary rice sieves, and the ingredients were the same.

To be honest, I was very confused about why this happened, but I was not curious. The reason is very simple. I am already numb, and I am also numb to the old man's ability. The main reason is that the surprise he gave me this time is too much. too much.

After about a minute, all the ingredients sank into the washbasin.

After all, the popular method is that washing the ingredients will definitely require labor.

However, the result surprised me. The old man didn't use his hands at all, but moved slowly to the edge of the washbasin.

Just as he walked to the washbasin, the villagers carrying the Eight Immortals table pushed the Eight Immortals table up without warning, as if they were waving the Eight Immortals table.

At the same time, the old man sat on the ground with his hands on his lap naturally, chanting some words in his mouth.

The words he uttered were extremely strange, like some kind of special ancient language, or the whispering of some animals, which was completely incomprehensible.

When the old man was reciting the words, the villagers stared at the old man with eyes, as if they were envious or obsessed.

But, I don't know why, I feel that when the old man is chanting the spell, his energy seems to be gradually passing away. Although the passing speed is extremely slow, I still noticed it with sharp eyes.

Could it be... that the spell on it hurt his body?
This thought flashed through me, and I kept struggling all over my body. To my disappointment, not only was it useless, but the hemp rope on my body became tighter and tighter. In the end, I only felt that the bones all over my body seemed to be falling apart, and those The hemp rope sank deeper into my skin.

I can even clearly feel the sound of the hemp rope rubbing against the bone.

This... this... what's going on, why is this happening!
(End of this chapter)