Time passed little by little.

In the humble hut, Chen Zheng sat still like a sculpture, trying his best to empty his mind and practice the introductory meditation of "Tianmu Alchemy".

And it is different from the "Eighteen Styles of Refining Strength", which has been practiced by the original master and is extremely proficient and can be used immediately.

Even if this magic is just an introductory meditation, it is quite obscure and difficult, and after sitting for almost an hour, he barely found a point of state, and achieved the so-called elimination of distracting thoughts.

However, at this time.

"Gollum ......"

There was a gurgling sound in the belly, and there was a signal of hunger.

"This cheats of the Yellow Rank are a bit difficult......"

Chen Zheng, who was interrupted, reluctantly opened his eyes and saw that the sun was already three poles outside:

"Let's go fill our belly first."

On the way to martial arts cultivation, eating and practicing are equally important, and practicing with a hungry stomach is harmful and unbeneficial, especially since he has not even had time to drink saliva since he crossed over, he has long been hungry and thirsty.

Before going out, he hesitated, first tore off a strip of cloth from the bed sheet, and used it as a forehead band to cover his eyebrows, and then pushed the door and walked straight in the direction of the mountain canteen.

At this moment, on the mountain road, the congregants also rushed to the canteen, and many of them seemed to recognize Chen Zheng, and they all cast surprised or envious glances:

"Look, it's that Chen Zheng!"

"Tut-tut, he really came back to life under the transplantation of Tianmu, this kid is simply smoking from the ancestral tomb."

"Haven't you heard? Madame, she summoned him in the morning, and it seemed that she had directly promoted him to a senior sect. ”

"What, senior sect members, isn't that one who can only be promoted after cultivating to the stage of internal training? This kid seems to have only been in the teaching for less than three years, and he actually ......"

Whispers occasionally floated in, but Chen Zheng turned a deaf ear and just went his own way.

And when he was about to get to the dining hall, suddenly two calls came from behind:

"Brother Zheng!"

"Wait for us!"

Looking back, two young men in black uniforms hurried over with a concerned greeting:

"Brother Zheng, I can be regarded as seeing you!"

"It's great you're okay!"

The two of them were tall and short, both of them were thin and thin, and they looked cautious and unattractive.

Chen Zheng recalled that these two people were unlucky people who were taken captive and entered the sect at the same time as the original owner, one was named Wu San and the other was He Daming.

Because the three of them were all exiles who had been taken captive and entered the Church, they hugged together to keep warm after joining the Church, and then gradually formed a small group led by the original owner with the best talent, and also received a formal baptism together two days ago.

Just glanced over, these two people looked quite normal on the surface, and they didn't know where the spiritual eyes or evil eyes grew after the baptism.

For Chen Zheng, these two people belong to the ranks of the original owner's fox friends and dogs, so as not to be exposed, he responded lightly:

"You're here too, let's go, go eat."

If you talk too much, you will lose, and he will not say much to these two people, and continue to walk towards the canteen in front of him.

With such a cold attitude, Wu San and He Daming looked at each other, and it was not good to ask more questions in front of the public, so they could only follow behind and enter the dining hall.

There are more than 200 members in this sub-base, and in addition to those sent out, there are more than 100 resident believers in the base.

With so many people, eating, drinking, and Lazar in this barren mountain range are naturally planned and managed in a unified manner, and the canteen is quite spacious, and at this moment, there are already many low-level sect members queuing up to receive meals.

It's just that some of these sect members look normal, some have a pair of eyes like demons, and some have eyes on different parts such as cheeks, foreheads, and backs of hands, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Chen Zheng had basically accepted this style of painting, and was about to line up, but Wu San behind him came up and whispered:

"Brother Zheng, they said that you were promoted to a senior sect member by your wife?"

Chen Zheng glanced at it: "Not bad, what?" ”

Wu San was full of envy and pointed to another unmanned platform:

"Brother Zheng, have you forgotten? The food and clothing of the high-level congregants is different from that of the mid-to-low-level congregants, and you should go there to get food now. ”

“...... Okay, I got it. ”

Chen Zheng was stunned, still didn't explain too much, and went to that platform:

The eyes of the sect members who were preparing the meal behind the stage were dark red, and they looked at Chen Zheng and the part covered by the forehead band in surprise, obviously knowing his deeds, and brought out a prepared meal without too much embarrassment.

It was a large pot of about ten taels of rice, two large pieces of oily meat steak, and a large bowl of broth, full of aroma and portions.

And there was a small plate, but it was a bloody, fist-sized, I don't know what animal it came from!

Looking at this eyeball, Chen Zheng's eyelids jumped:

"What is this?"

"Bull's eye."

The sect member in charge of the spoon, with strange pupils the size of soybeans, let out a natural strange smile:

"Complementing form with form, this is a rare good thing, which high-level sect member doesn't like. You've just been promoted, so you shouldn't have eaten yet, right? ”

“......”

The corners of Chen Zheng's mouth twitched, he forcibly endured his nausea, and left without saying a word.

Sweeping his gaze, he found a table where no one sat down, ignoring the bull's eye, he picked up the rice and ate the steak, which was a tumultuous meal.

After a while, I saw Wu San and He Daming also come over and sit down with a dinner plate.

Chen Zheng swept his eyes and saw a few taels of brown rice, a few miscellaneous offal, and two baked potatoes.

Compared to what he eats, it is simply the difference between the beggar's version and the deluxe version.

This is because this rudder base is located in a remote area, resources are very limited, and the supply of food has always been regular and quantitative.

Not to mention meat, it is not easy for the low-level sect members to be able to manage the food.

However, the treatment of high-level sect members is not only full of rice and noodles, but also provides a meal of meat every day to supplement nutrition and cultivate.

Of course, this is also because the high-level sects are all masters of the internal training level, and there are only a dozen or so strongholds in the entire base, so there are not many of them, so they can be supplied.

Watching Chen Zheng munching on the meat chops, Wu San and He Daming were all envious and flattering:

"Brother Zheng, you eat slowly, if it's not enough, we'll give it to you."

"Can you tell us what happened last night, when Zine made him say you ......?"

Chen Zheng quickly filled his stomach and said casually:

"There's nothing to say, it's just that Lord Yama won't accept me, and I'll come back. I spent one night in the dungeon, and when Madame saw that I was all right, she promoted me to the rank of senior member and gave me a reward, and the rest was gone. ”

He Daming is not good at words, but Wu San is very clever:

"As the saying goes, if you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing, Brother Zheng, you have become a high-level sect member now, and we will not be afraid of others bullying you in the future!"

Chen Zheng pouted and smiled, noncommittal, and waved his hand casually: "Eat." ”

Wu San and He Daming felt that they had a backer, and they were also happy in their hearts, and they also buried themselves in cooking.

It didn't take long for Chen Zheng to eat all the others, except for the extraordinary-looking bull's eye, and then put down the chopsticks with satisfaction.

Martial arts practice, refining and refining qi, the amount of food for martial artists is naturally much larger than that of ordinary people.

More than ten taels of rice, two large pieces of meat steak, put it in the past was the amount of his two meals, but now he only eats seven or eight points full, which can't help but make him feel amazed in his heart.

And the sharp-eyed Wu San couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the remaining bull's eye:

"Brother Zheng, this thing is said to be quite delicious to Lingmu and Tianmu when eaten regularly, and only high-level sect members are qualified to enjoy it, how can you ......?"

Chen Zhengpi, who had already had a shadow on this thing, didn't smile, and directly poured the bull's eye over:

"I don't want to eat, you two can share it if you want to eat."

"Really?"

"Thank you, Brother Zheng!"

However, when they heard this, Wu San and He Daming were overjoyed, scrambling to divide the huge bull's eye in two, and then fearing that someone would come to grab the same fast chewing and swallowing.

Looking at the two of them with great joy and satisfaction, and then looking around at the strange crowd.

Chen Zheng's face was expressionless, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart:

Leave!

You must find a way to get out of this cult nest!