I slay demons and cook in the world of cultivating immortals

I originally planned to go down for a stroll and leave.

When they were still some distance away from the city gate, they advanced in stealth, and then appeared in the woods near the city gate.

When she was in the woods, Shen Qinglan frowned. What's the matter with the faint blood in the air?

When the two entered the city, they found that the city was also in ruins.

The rare passers-by were also in a hurry, most of the shops were closed, and occasionally a few shops were open, and no one came out to solicit business.

The monk frowned, "Most of the shops opened are medical clinics, medicine shops, and coffin shops!"

Before Shen Qinglan could speak, she heard someone yelling not far away, "Open the door, open the door, I want to drink, why close the door in broad daylight? Open the door quickly! I want to drink!"

A group of men dressed as soldiers, with knives hanging from their waists, were banging on the door of a restaurant.

This group of people took more and more shots, and the door was about to collapse, when a weak voice came from inside, "Master, our shop is closed today, please go elsewhere."

The voice was trembling, and it sounded like it was frightened.

Those officers and soldiers slammed the door louder, "Open the door quickly, your grandfather is going to drink today, if you don't open it, I will smash your shop for you!"

Another person also shouted, "King Wu entered the city, and you are still half-closed, but you have a grudge against King Wu's army!"

I don't know if these words played a role, the door opened from the inside immediately.

Two men came out, one old and one young.

The old man said, "Guys please come inside, please come inside. You can also see that there is really no one on this street, and the farmers who usually deliver food to my family have not come these days. Really, really..."

One of the people in the line slapped the knife on the table with a bang, "Stop talking nonsense, there is always a bar if there is no food, bring some wine."

The person who said that King Wu had entered the city before also shouted, "Cook some dishes and serve them up. Do whatever you want. Grandpas want to drink today."

The old and the young didn't dare to answer any more, and hurried to the back, probably to prepare food and drinks.

Shen Qinglan and the two of them looked at each other and continued to walk forward. One of the officers and soldiers at the table even looked twice.

A kid follows a monk, which one is he going to save the dead again?

This kid is naturally Shen Qinglan's appearance after putting on the mask, and he looks like a handsome little brother.

"Is this a war?" Shen Qinglan was naturally confused when she encountered this situation for the first time.

The monk was also not sure, "It does look like the city was under siege."

"Let's go then?" Cultivators can't intervene in this kind of war between mortal countries.

The monk waved his hand and walked towards a small alley to the east.

Shen Qinglan followed behind him, and she sensed that there were people in the east alley, but it was really difficult for their monks to intervene in the destruction of the country.

Soon, the two saw a seriously damaged house, which seemed to have been broken for many years.

The monk raised his foot and walked in, Shen Qinglan had no choice but to follow.

Inside was a group of beggars, all of whom were extremely weak lying on worn-out straw mats or on the withered straw, probably having not eaten for many days.

The monk looked at Shen Qinglan and said in a whisper, "They can't eat our food, right?"

Shen Qinglan nodded, "Such a weak ordinary person must not be able to bear the spiritual food after eating it."

The monk thought about it, "At this time, these beggars have nowhere to go to even beg for food."

Indeed, on weekdays, one can go to the street to beg for a meal and pick up leftovers to feed one's hunger, but now there is nowhere to pick up the leftovers that people don't want.

The monk sighed, "Oh, my Buddha is compassionate, but the little monk..."

He said this while looking at Shen Qinglan, and the meaning was too obvious, that is, you are a cook and you have to find a way.

Shen Qinglan was completely speechless.

Her storage bag is full of spiritual food. If these people eat it, they really can't stand it.

But it did happen, she could choose to watch these people starve to death and take the monk away, but how could the cook watch someone starve to death in front of her?
"You wait." After Shen Qinglan finished speaking, she turned around and left the courtyard. She let go of her consciousness and found that there was no one living in the courtyard, and the gate was closed. It must have been a war and ran out to escape.

She first searched in the house, and as expected, there was no rice or noodles.

It is said that they are fleeing, so of course they can take all the food and drink with them.

She took out a large pot from the storage bag, waved her palm lightly, and the pot was filled with more than half of the pot of water.

Grab a handful of Lingmi from the storage bag and throw it into the pot, and start to boil it over high heat.

It's just a handful of Lingmi with this large pot of water. It is estimated that the color of the water will not change even if it is boiled, so Shen Qinglan grabbed another handful and threw it in.

This is already the limit, a large group of people eating two handfuls of Lingmi should not be unbearable.

Soon a pot of Lingmi porridge that was so thin that it couldn't be thinner was ready.

It might be more appropriate to call it rice soup.

When Shen Qinglan returned to the broken house, the monk was already sitting at the door waiting for her.

He looked at Shen Qinglan and laughed, and Shen Qinglan rolled his eyes back at him.

Pass the big bucket of spiritual rice porridge to the monk, "That's the only way."

The monk nodded sharply, "If this bowl goes on, they will last for three days."

I don't know if I can withstand it, but when the monk went in with the bucket, he said it was porridge, and the group of people immediately rushed over with their broken bowls.

Shen Qinglan stood at the door, watching the monk smiling and distributing porridge to everyone, and none of those people disliked the porridge being too watery.

I didn't care about the hot woo-woo-la-la, and it all went into my stomach.

People who drank the porridge quickly regained their spirits, are they hungry and stupid?
Why does a bowl of rice soup seem to be full?Even Old Li, who was dying, seemed to have the strength to sit up!

Seeing that everyone was in better spirits, the monk began to ask, "I just arrived here today, what happened here? Why are the doors closed?"

"It turns out that the master just arrived today. The king of Wu rebelled a few days ago and killed the old emperor. Alas, I don't know what will happen in the future."

Another person said, "Naturally, King Wu is the emperor."

"Hey, what can we do? The King of Wu loves fighting so much, and there are wars everywhere. How can we live?"

The monk heard the important point, "This king of Wu loves to fight, has he fought many places?"

"No, how many of us have been arrested and sent to fight, and indeed we have fought farther and farther, destroying many countries, but also killing all of our own people. Now the old emperor wants to withdraw troops, but King Wu refuses, he Why don't you go against it!"

Shen Qinglan also became interested, "Is King Wu the son or brother of the old emperor?"

The beggar smiled, "It's not a son or a brother, it's the original General Wu, the ever-victorious general on the battlefield!"

Shen Qinglan looked at the monk, "It's actually a courtier rebelling."

The monk frowned, "Usually the emperor is fatuous and the people are so helpless that they force these generals to rebel."

Before he finished speaking, an old man yelled loudly, "Nonsense, Emperor Shunde is a wise king!"