This strange change made the old man a little confused, but fortunately, it didn't last long, and after four or five minutes, his body temperature slowly dropped back.

The old man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, touched my forehead with his hand, and said with a smile: "It should be no problem." ”

"That's it?" I was stunned.

"It should be done, the funeral scripture says, Yang travels to a hundred remains, the qi gathers and disperses, the spiritual platform is fixed, the yin is shed, if the mortal fetus" The old man muttered: "The yang qi has stabilized, in other words, you have now turned into a rising yang body." ”

"Don't lie to me," I frowned, "Why didn't I feel the change?" ”

"Just try it." The old man smiled mysteriously, took out a knife from his pocket, and gently pressed it against my vein: "The Burial Sutra says that the Gu Master who has cultivated the Yang Body is full of Yang Qi and has blood like Dan Cinnabar, which can be used as a magic object."

As he spoke, the old man didn't wait for me to refuse, and slammed the blade of his knife and opened a hole in my vein.

In an instant, blood flowed down the wound, no different from before, except that the color was darker.

Next to this opening, there is the blood hole drilled out by the colored viper, which is no longer a hole at this time, it is obviously a crack, and it seems to be healing rapidly

"You wait." The old man said, as if he remembered something, and ran downstairs in a hurry.

When he returned, he had three pieces of black paper in his hand, the most common kind of paper used to draw talismans, all of which were outlined with patterns of gold dust, but not like charms.

"What's that?" I asked curiously.

"This is the Yin Paper, used when summoning spirits, specially used to write the deceased's birthday," the old man explained, casually pasting a piece of black paper on my vein, and then pulled it back violently.

I only heard a hissing sound, and the black paper suddenly appeared with fire, and the first place to burn was the place where my blood was touched.

Due to the dim light in the room, the firelight looked a little harsh, but in just a few seconds, the entire black paper burned to ashes.

"What does that mean?" I asked, confused.

"Yes!" The old man said with great interest: "The yin paper has the attribute of being afraid of yang, and when it touches something that is too heavy with yang, the body will react, that is, burning."

"Then how much yang energy does my blood weigh?" I couldn't help but ask, "How about cinnabar?" ”

"It's stronger than cinnabar, stronger than Lao Tzu's tongue blood, and it's about the same level as the comb blood of twenty years of colorful old roosters"

Hearing this answer, I couldn't help but be a little disappointed: "It's so troublesome to toss and can't compare to an old rooster in the end?" ”

"You know the." The old man scolded angrily: "Have you ever seen a colorful old rooster for twenty years? That's a fine beast! ”

"Isn't it still a chicken?" I asked cautiously.

As soon as he heard me say this, the old man was also a little panicked, thought about it, and slapped me on the arm.

"Even if it's a chicken, it's the best of the best!"

I was stunned: "Is it a chicken bully?" ”

"Dog's day! Do you dare to scold me on the street?! "The old man didn't wait for me to explain, and slapped me on the head.

I don't know if it was slapped by him, or if the color viper decided to retire, at this time, it drilled down my shoulder, all the way to the vein, returned to the blood hole, and slowly poked its head out.

The old man didn't say much, reached over and pinched its head, and pumped it out effortlessly, directly pulling out the color viper.

He threw it back into the glass jar and closed the lid, and the old man said, "This snake is delicious, you can just peel some apples and feed it every once in a while." ”

"Huh! Yes! ”

The old man didn't toss me anymore, and told me to rest early and go out to eat tomorrow, and then he went back to the house with the glass jar, looking at his expression, he was probably sleepy and panicked.

But it is undeniable that after such a toss, the old man and I are completely relieved.

Although the falling yin body is good, it has limitations, to be precise, it has a certain degree of anti-devouring, and it has to toss me once a month, only when it becomes the current rising yang body, I can be considered free.

Not being bound by the flesh Gu, not eating the backlash of the flesh Gu, this is simply a goddamn fairy day!

"It's all a rising yang body, why does it feel a little unreal?"

I lay on the bed, and I raised my right hand weakly to look, and saw that the blood hole on the vein gate that had just been drilled out was healing rapidly.

Maybe it's the mucus on the viper's body that is working, or maybe it's the role of the rising yang body?

The blood hole healed very quickly, and the recovery process was visible to the naked eye, and the flesh and blood around it slowly spread towards the hollow in the middle as if it had come to life, until the hole was closed, and then it began to scab

After studying for a while, I didn't figure out why, so I simply didn't want to, turned off the light and fell asleep comfortably.

I slept until noon the next day, and the person who came to the room to wake me up was still Qibao.

"Hurry up! Everyone is waiting for you to go out to dinner! Qibao held a cigarette and stood by the bed looking at me, with some worry in his eyes: "I heard Master Shen say, you were operated on by him yesterday?" ”

"yes." I nodded, yawned and asked, "Where did you sleep yesterday?" Why didn't you go back to sleep? ”

"I'm afraid I'll mess with you." Qibao smiled: "You are a wounded, I snored and made a lot of noise with the fat man, if I made you rest, it would be embarrassing." ”

"Yo, do you know you're embarrassed?" I looked at Qibao funny, got up and put on my clothes and pants, and asked him, "What about the fat seniors?" Didn't go, did you? ”

"Finish your meal and leave." Qibao said: "Master Shen said that he would invite him to a good meal, which can be regarded as a thank you." ”

"Have a good meal?" I was stunned: "Isn't that monk a vegetarian?" Do we have a vegetarian in the city? ”

Qibao shrugged his shoulders and said that he didn't know, anyway, the old man said so, and it was right to follow him.

When I went downstairs, I saw that everyone else had arrived, except for me and Shippo.

Wenren Bodhisattva was sitting next to the old man, holding a teacup in his hand, smiling and drinking tea.

"Master Xiao Shen, I haven't seen you for a long night, and your Taoism seems to be a little higher."

"You see that?"

Wenren Bodhisattva nodded, saying that he could see a little.

"Do you feel like I've become more yang?" I laughed.

"Not really." Wenren Bodhisattva said, put the teacup on the table, and said with a smile: "You gained ten pounds in one night, right?" I haven't seen it yet, how stupid am I? ”

"Fat?" Qibao was stunned for a moment, looked me up and down a few times, and his face was full of surprise: "Fuck me!" You took hormones last night?! ”

"Eat a fart." I said angrily, touched my stomach, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Yes, after becoming Luoyin, he was so thin that he was skinny, that is, he ate meat some time ago to make up for it

But why do you have a small belly when you come here this night?!

"It's good to be fat, and it's blessed to be fat!" The old man coughed twice and asked Wenren Bodhisattva, "Shall we eat hot pot at noon?" ”

Wenren Bodhisattva hurriedly reminded him: "I am a monk and a vegetarian!" ”

"Are you stupid in cultivating Buddhism? Who said you can't be vegetarian when you eat hot pot? The old man smiled and said: "No one forces you to eat meat, when the time comes, we will eat a mandarin duck pot, won't you become a vegetarian unilaterally?" ”

"That's fine." Wenren Bodhisattva smiled: "It's enough for me to eat some shabu-shabu, as for other meats, I don't dare to touch them." ”

"Then it's settled."

"Master Shen Shi has broken the bill." Wenren Bodhisattva smiled embarrassedly and thanked the old man.

The atmosphere was harmonious, at least at the time.

From the moment I set off to the store, there was no fault all the way.

The old man and Wenren Bodhisattva also talked very happily, as if they had forgotten the past gaps, and looked closer than their own brothers!

But what I never expected was that the waiter brought the bottom of the pot up, and the atmosphere was instantly solemn.

It was indeed a mandarin duck pot.

On one side is a hot pot with red oil and spicy seeds, and there are more than a dozen chicken bones floating in it, which is obviously something that Wenren Bodhisattva can't eat.

On the other side, there is no meat, and it looks like a clear soup base, but it's just

Fuck me.

Butter hot pot?!