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Chapter 113 The Iron Pot Becomes a Demon
As he spoke, the monster took shape.

He looked like a little man, only two feet tall, and his whole body was coal black.

He wore a shiny black iron hat on his head, and his limbs looked familiar, but upon closer inspection, he couldn't tell what they were.

Chen Ji looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out what kind of monster it was.

Miss Bai glanced at him and smiled.

"No wonder the food is so delicious. It turns out that the iron pot has become a demon. This is much more difficult than making plants."

"Iron pot demon?"

Chen Ji was stunned for a moment, then looked at the person in front of him and saw that it really looked like an iron pot.

The limbs are not hands or feet, but outstretched handles.

No wonder it looks somewhat familiar despite being strange.

Of course, Chen Ji was more curious about how this iron pot monster became a monster.

Inanimate objects can naturally cultivate, for example, Baojie Jun is also an inanimate object that cultivates magic.

But after all, it is a brush used by a great scholar. Not only has it been refined by talent over the years, but it has also been imbued with the essence of heaven and earth and the spiritual energy of the sun and the moon since it fell on Xiantai Mountain.

In the long run, it can be considered an opportunity for spiritual practice.

But this iron pot?

However, Chen Ji had no idea where to find an iron pot that could absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

Most of them have never been moved since they were installed on the stove, so they should not have the conditions to cultivate and become demons.

"I dare not hide the real person."

The iron pot demon said slowly.

"I used to be a potter in the porridge factory's porridge shed. I don't know how it happened, but I suddenly became conscious a few years ago."

"Even after knowing that she was the Demon Queen, she didn't do anything. She just stayed at the porridge factory and cooked porridge."

"Some time ago, I heard them say that the world is in chaos and that demons are causing trouble. Someone in Kyoto is going to hold a ceremony to exorcise the demons. I was worried that the demons would be exorcised on me, so I ran away."

"Every word I say is true, so that the real person can know it. I don't know anything else."

After the Iron Pot Monster finished speaking, Chen Ji finally understood.

The pots in the soup kitchen saved countless lives during the famine. They boiled water and burned firewood themselves, suffering day and night, and were undoubtedly grateful to the people.

It is no wonder that one can achieve spiritual practice by practicing asceticism and accumulating virtue.

"There is indeed a layer of golden light of merit on the body, it is indeed true."

Miss Bai nodded slightly, confirming that he was telling the truth.

"He is a monster with good fortune. He is able to obtain so much golden light of merit. It is indeed not easy."

"It's all coincidence, coincidence! It's considered an opportunity for a demon, but it shouldn't be a big deal in the eyes of a real person."

The iron pot demon nodded and bowed, sighing repeatedly.

"You don't have to call me a real person. I'm a demon just like you."

Miss Bai blurted out.

"Are you a demon too?"

The iron pot demon was stunned for a moment, his body softened, and he actually knelt on the ground.

"My lord, please spare my life. I... Although I am a demon, I can only cook ghost food. It is made of iron and it is really not tasty. I don't have any other skills. Please don't eat me!"

"I don't eat monsters."

Miss Bai replied slowly, then her voice turned cold.

"Also, you sound quite proficient in this. Where did you hear that from?"

"It's...it's Ziyun Mountain."

"Tell me in detail."

The Iron Pot Demon looked at Miss Bai carefully, and when he saw that she was not really joking, he got up and spoke carefully.

"After I escaped from the porridge stall, I didn't know where to go. I knew there was a City God in the city, so I didn't dare to enter the town and kept wandering outside."

"When I'm hungry, I transform back into my original iron wok form and lie on the side of the road. If someone sees me, I'll make a meal out of me, eat it when they're not paying attention, and then run off with the leftovers."

"But I've also calculated that if they cook a meal out of me, I eat their meal, which offsets it. I haven't stolen anything from them."

"There was this one time when I met some unreasonable people who said they wanted to smash me up and sell me for scrap metal..."

"He's still a well-behaved demon."

Chen Ji sighed and curiously asked how he handled this situation.

"The man carried me across the river, and I rolled to the bottom and ran away. He didn't find me."

"It was because I rolled into the river and floated all the way here that I encountered the monster from Ziyun Mountain."

"Hutuo River?"

Chen Ji asked, thinking of the nearby river.

"Exactly."

"Please continue."

"I originally rolled into the river to escape from the bad guys, but I didn't expect to encounter a water snake monster."

"There's talk of a gathering of demons on Ziyun Mountain. The Ziyun Dragon King wants to discuss an important matter and sincerely invites demons of all sizes from all over to attend the banquet."

"I was already hungry, so I agreed immediately. But when I got to the mountain, I realized I had been tricked."

"It's not like the Purple Cloud Dragon King is inviting monsters to a banquet. It's clearly that they want to capture monsters and refine monster pills."

"Catching monsters and refining elixirs? Tell me in detail."

After hearing this, Miss Bai was more interested than Chen Ji.

The Iron Pot Demon thought carefully and said.

"On the day of the banquet, I was far away and didn't hear clearly. I only heard that this pill recipe was the best immortality recipe. If the pill was refined, taking it could make one become an immortal instantly..."

"The other monsters became interested, and some even wanted to share one with the Purple Cloud Dragon King."

"The Purple Cloud Dragon King said that all the guests were VIPs, so there was no need to share one. He said he would give them all, but he was missing two things."

"What two?"

"The demons in the courtyard also asked the same question."

The iron pot demon sighed.

"The Purple Cloud Dragon King said that all that's missing is a soul bead condensed from thousands of ghosts to temper the soul, and a demon pill refined from abundant blood essence."

"The soul has already come from a place. He is going to do something big soon. He has enough soul to gather, but he needs to borrow some essence and blood."

"Zi!"

The iron pot demon grinned and gasped, making a sharp sound of scratching against the glass.

"I told you not to be greedy. Those monsters died miserably. None of them had their heads left, their necks hanging by the alchemy furnace, bleeding."

"Then how did you get out?"

Chen Ji raised his eyebrows and looked over.

If what the iron pot monster said is true, he has no other skills except cooking and changing shape.

Ziyun Mountain is not a porridge factory, you can't escape so easily.

"I knew I wasn't very capable, so I didn't dare run away. I turned into an iron pot and escaped."

"I was still trying to figure out how to escape when a Taoist priest came up and said he was acting on behalf of Heaven and had dealt with the evil dragon of Hutuo River. Now I hear there's also a Purple Cloud Dragon King, so he dealt with him as well."

"There was chaos on the mountain, so I took the opportunity to run away, but there was nowhere to go."

"Luckily, I met an old man who had just died on the road. I cooked several meals for him, and that's how I earned enough food to get here."

"I originally wanted to get more information, but I didn't expect to offend the king."

The Iron Pot Demon said this and looked up at Chen Ji and the others.

"Your Majesty, every word I said is true. There is no deception at all."

"I know."

Chen Ji nodded and looked at Miss Bai.

At this moment, the origin of the iron pot ghost is no longer important, but the information revealed surprised Chen Ji.

I was just wondering who attacked the Ghost Gate.

I didn't expect to know the answer now.

But there was one thing Chen Ji couldn’t understand.

The Purple Cloud Dragon King is called the Dragon King, but in reality he is just an evil dragon.

Do you want to die if you dare to attack the underworld?

"Maybe it's not him, there's someone else behind it."

Miss Bai looked towards the direction of Zhanshui Town.

Chen Ji instantly understood what she meant.

"Your Majesty?"

"It's hard to say, but one thing is certain: this Purple Cloud Dragon King must have truly obtained an immortal recipe."

"Ok?"

"That old dragon has been entrenched here for hundreds of years. If it weren't for the real immortal recipe, I'm afraid it wouldn't do such a thing."

"Can you really become an immortal by eating it?"

Chen Ji raised an eyebrow, not quite believing what he said. Before he started practicing, he believed that such a miraculous encounter could happen, and that eating an elixir would make him an immortal.

Nowadays, I have seen many cultivation techniques and discussed a lot, and I know that this elixir is nothing more than a pill with better effects.

There is a limit to improving one's cultivation, and it is impossible to truly become an immortal.

Otherwise, everyone in the world would just make elixirs, so why would they bother practicing cultivation?

"No, there really is a magic recipe, but I don't know which one the Purple Cloud Dragon King has."

Miss Bai thought of something and spoke slowly.

Chen Ji was stunned for a while, and then asked Miss Bai how she knew that.

"I heard about it from Lady Taishan at the Fox School."

"..."

Now Chen Ji had nothing to say.

The Queen Mother of Mount Tai is considered one of the top gods. If she said that, it must be true.

However, this was obviously not something he could handle, so he reported it to the underworld first.

It just so happens that I haven’t tried the Sun Travel God Authority yet.

So he took out his badge, thinking about something, and saw a talisman condensed from Yin energy appear in front of him.

After covering the waist badge with aura, there is no need for any other action, and the talisman will disappear into the ground.

After a moment, a talisman emerged and appeared in front of Chen Ji.

It was obviously a complicated talisman that was difficult to understand, but Chen Ji was able to understand its meaning at a glance.

Just three words.

"understood."

Chen Ji automatically disappeared after reading it.

Chen Ji couldn't help but sigh that these things from the underworld were indeed useful.

The first task of becoming the Day God has been completed.

Chen Ji breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the iron pot monster and remembered the important matter.

"You said you were a ghost food maker?"

"Exactly."

"Where did you learn this skill?"

"There was an old woman in the soup kitchen. She was hired by the officials to make porridge and cook. She used me to make porridge day and night. Even after she died, her soul didn't forget to come here. I only realized she was gone when I heard the officials talking."

"Later, the ghost came to capture the old woman. She said she wanted to cook for the ghost. That's when I realized that I could get golden light, so I learned cooking from her."

"Later, I met a ghost who told me that this was a great deed for me to comfort those homeless souls, so I did it.

"Indeed, offering food is an important part of the sacrifice."

Chen Ji nodded, and also felt that the iron pot monster was lucky.

It is not enough to be able to practice, but you can also embark on a path of meritorious practice.

So he asked the Iron Pot Demon about his next plans.

"I do not know either."

The iron pot demon shook his head.

"Originally, I was thinking of finding a safe place to stay and cook some food for the wandering souls. If I encountered a demon hunter, I would turn into an iron pot and hide there."

"Now that I've met the king, I don't know what to do. I just hope the king can spare my life..."

"I am a Taoist priest, not a demon. You don't need to call me the king. Just call me Taoist friend."

"Taoist... Taoist priest? Are you here to get rid of me?"

The iron pot demon was suddenly stunned and opened his eyes wide.

Chen Ji knew what he was thinking and waved his hand.

"Don't worry, I'm not a Taoist priest who hunts monsters. I just thought the Sophora japonica leaf cold noodles you made were delicious today, and I wanted to buy a few more bowls. I didn't expect to encounter this."

"Seeing you running all the time, I thought you were a demon that could harm people."

"Is that so? That scared me to death!"

The iron pot demon patted his body hurriedly and took a breath that didn't exist.

Then he looked at Chen Ji and Miss Bai.

"If I had told you earlier that we were going to have noodles, I wouldn't have needed to hide for so long. Wait a moment, the noodles will be here soon!"

As he spoke, he leaned forward, stretched out his toes, and to the side of his body, he saw something that had already been built and prepared.

Then he used his skills and made a few bowls of cold noodles in less than a cup of tea. He placed them on the table respectfully for Chen Ji to taste.

“It still tastes the same.”

Chen Ji nodded, also very satisfied.

He slurped down a bowl of noodles and was about to say something when he saw a ghost coming to buy noodles.

His body was covered in dust, but was stuffed with pieces of talisman paper, which one could tell were picked up from a nearby paper burning place.

I couldn't help swallowing as I passed by the stall.

The Iron Pot Demon was no longer as restrained as before. Seeing that Chen Ji and the others didn't say anything, he called the ghost over.

"Guest, do you want some cold noodles? Even ghosts can eat cold noodles, and one portion is only one penny."

"One penny? Give me a bowl!"

"It will be ready soon. How do customers pay?"

"Cash."

As the ghost spoke, he grabbed a few pieces of unburned yellow paper and handed them over, but they turned into a few silver coins in his hand.

The iron pot demon took it and told the quantity without weighing it.

"The customer gave me exactly one cent, and the noodles are here!"

So we mixed the noodles, sprinkled some condiments on them and put them on the table.

The ghost leaned over to smell the noodles, took a deep breath, and a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

"The shop owner is very skilled. I haven't had noodles this good in a long time."

The iron pot demon laughed.

"Sir, you're joking. You're not eating noodles, you're smelling them."

After saying this, the ghost still seemed puzzled, so he added another sentence.

"Even ghosts can eat my noodles."

"Ok?"

Gui was stunned for a moment, unable to believe what he heard. It was obvious that Chen Ji and the others were eating nearby.

So he picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles and put them into his mouth.

"Suck it!"

The noodles in the bowl slid into his mouth and turned into a touch of spiritual energy.

"Good good!"

The ghost cheered loudly, his eyes full of excitement.

“I knew this noodle was delicious just by smelling it, and I didn’t expect it to be even more delicious after eating it!”

"Such good noodles, only one cent a bowl, what a bargain!"

After saying that, he picked up the bowl and ate the noodles in a few mouthfuls, then threw out a handful of scattered yellow paper.

"Come again, come again!"

On the side.

Chen Ji and Miss Bai watched the ghost eating noodles, then looked down at their own bowls, and for a moment they didn't know whether to continue.

Humans and ghosts have different paths, but it's interesting that they end up eating the same bowl of noodles here.

But this was not what shocked Chen Ji.

But it is the unique cooking skills of this iron pot monster.

Humans eat five grains, ghosts eat five elements.

What ordinary human chefs make can only be considered food. Ghosts can only smell the scent and cannot taste any other flavors.

Even if someone is good enough to make some, the taste of ghosts will be greatly reduced.

That day, Lu Pan lamented that although the wine Chen Ji brought was good, the Yin Shen was unable to appreciate the taste for the same reason.

When he was chatting with Lu Pan, he learned that there was such a profession as ghost chef.

However, the food made by this ghost chef can be eaten by ghosts and gods, but not by humans.

Only by mastering the art of cooking and making something that contains spiritual energy can the requirements be met.

Unfortunately, there are too few people who study the art of cooking among practitioners, and even in the underworld there are few real ghost chefs.

I didn't expect that the iron pot monster in front of me would have such talent.

Then Chen Ji thought of what he had just said and his eyes moved.

"Since you are good at cooking, I know a good place. Would you like to go?"

(End of this chapter)