In the simple hut, Chen Zheng sat cross-legged like a sculpture, trying his best to empty his energy and practiced the introductory meditation practice of "Tianmu Shape Refining".
It is different from the martial arts that have been extremely proficient in the original master's skills and can be used immediately.
Even if this magic is just an introductory meditation, it is quite obscure and difficult. After sitting for about an hour, he barely found some state and achieved the so-called elimination of distracting thoughts.
However, at this time.
"Gululu"
A rumbling sound in my stomach came, and a signal of hunger came.
"This yellow-level secret book is a bit difficult."
Chen Zheng, who was interrupted, opened his eyes helplessly and saw that the sun outside was already at noon:
"Let's fill your stomach first."
In the course of martial arts practice, eating and practicing are equally important. Practicing on hunger is harmful but not beneficial, especially since he has not even had time to drink saliva since he has traveled through time and has long been hungry and thirsty.
Before leaving the door, he hesitated for a moment. He first tore off a strip of cloth from the bed sheet and covered his eyebrows with his forehead band. Then he pushed the door out and walked straight towards the mountain canteen.
At this moment, on the mountain road, the church members rushed to the canteen in groups of three or three, many of them seemed to recognize Chen Zheng, and they all looked at him with surprise or envious eyes:
"Look, it's that Chen Zheng!"
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I actually came back to life under the Tianmu transplant. This kid is simply smoking from the ancestral grave."
"Have you heard of it? Madam summoned him in the morning and seemed to have promoted him directly to a high-ranking church member."
"What, senior sects, can't they be promoted to the level of internal practice? It seems that this kid has only been in the sect for less than three years, but he actually."
Sometimes whispers come, but Chen Zheng turned a deaf ear and just walked his own way.
When we were about to arrive at the cafeteria, two calls suddenly came from behind:
"Brother Zheng!"
"Wait for us!"
Looking back, two young men in black teaching uniforms rushed over with a look of concern:
"Brother Zheng, I've seen you!"
"It's great that you're fine!"
Both of them are tall and short, both are thin and look cautious.
Chen Zheng suddenly recalled that these two people were unlucky guys who were captured and plundered into the sect at the same time as the original owner, one was Wu San and the other was He Daming.
Because the three of them were all refugees who were plundered into the sect, they joined the sect and gathered together to keep warm. Then, they gradually formed a small group headed by the original owner with the best talent, and they also received the formal baptism of the eyes and the 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 of the eyes.
For Chen Zheng, both of them belong to the ranks of the original owner's friends. In order to avoid being exposed, he responded lightly:
"You guys are here too, let's go and have a meal."
He would make mistakes if he said too much. He didn't say much to these two people and continued to walk towards the canteen ahead.
With such a cold attitude, Wu San and He Daming looked at each other, and it was not easy to ask more questions in public, so they could only follow behind and enter the canteen.
There are more than 200 religious members in this sub-substation site. In addition to those sent out, there are more than 100 permanent religious members at the base.
With so many people, eating, drinking, defecation and urination in these deserted mountains and rivers is naturally planned and managed in a unified manner, because the canteen is quite spacious, and at this moment, many lower-level scholars are already queuing up to receive food.
However, some of these church members looked normal, some had eyes like demons, while others had eyes on their cheeks, foreheads, backs of hands, etc., which looked like demons dancing around.
Chen Zheng had basically accepted this style of painting and was about to queue up, but Wu San came up behind him and whispered:
"Brother Zheng, are they said they were promoted to a high-level church member by their wife?"
Chen Zheng glanced at him and said, "No, why?"
Wu San was full of envy and pointed at the other side of the uninhabited Taiwan:
"Brother Zheng, have you forgotten? The food and clothing and consumption of high-level church members are different from those of middle- and low-level church members. You should go there to get food now."
".Okay, I get it."
Chen Zheng suddenly realized that he still didn't explain much, so he went to the Taiwan entrance:
The disciples who were preparing meals in the rear of the stage had their eyes dark red. They looked at Chen Zheng and the part that was covered by their foreheads in surprise. They obviously knew his deeds, so they brought out a prepared meal without much difficulty.
It was a large pot of rice that was about ten taels, two large pieces of sizzling meat chops, plus a large bowl of broth, which was full of aroma and full of portions.
And there is also a small plate that contains a bloody, fist-sized person, and I don’t know what animal’s eyeballs are coming from!
Looking at this eyeball, Chen Zheng's eyelids jumped:
"What's this?"
"A ox-eye."
The sects who were holding the spoon had strange pupils as big as soybeans, making for granted strange smiles:
"It is a rare good thing to replenish the shape with shape. Which senior scholar doesn't like it? You have just been promoted and you probably haven't eaten it yet, right?"
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Chen Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, suppressed his nausea, and picked up the plate without saying a word and left.
He glanced at him and found an uninhabited table to sit down. He ignored the cow's eye. He snatched the rice and stewed the meat chops, and the wind swelled the clouds.
After a while, Wu San, He Daming and the others also came over to sit down with rice plates.
Chen Zheng glanced at him and saw a few taels of brown rice, a few pieces of mixed internal organs pouring into the water, plus two baked potatoes.
Compared to what he eats, it is simply the difference between the beggar version and the deluxe version.
This is because the base of this sub-reserve is in a wasteland, with very limited resources, and the food supply has always been timed and quantitative.
It is not easy for the lower-level scholars to say that they are meat, but it is difficult for food to manage fullness.
However, the treatment of senior scholars is not only full of rice and flour, but also provides a meal of meat every day to supplement nutrition and practice.
Of course, this is also because the advanced scholars are all masters at the internal level, and there are only a dozen of them in total, and the number is not large, so they can only be supplied.
Seeing Chen Zheng chewing the meat chops, Wu San and He Daming were both envious and pleased:
"Brother Zheng, eat slowly. If there is not enough, we will give you the same."
"Can you tell us what happened last night? At that time, Zine made him tell you clearly?"
Chen Zheng quickly filled his stomach and said casually:
"There is nothing to say, but the King of Hell doesn't accept me, so I'll come back. I stayed in the dungeon all night. When my wife saw that I was fine, she promoted me to a high-level ecclesiastical and gave me some rewards, and the rest were gone."
He Daming is a bad person, but Wu San said very cleverly:
"As the saying goes, if you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune. Brother Zheng, you have become a senior sect. In the future, we will not be afraid of others bullying you if we follow you!"
Chen Zheng curled his lips and smiled without commenting, and waved his hand casually: "Eat."
Wu San and He Daming realized that they had a backer, and they were also happy and buried their heads in their work.
Not long after, except for the cow eye that looked particularly vulgar, Chen Zheng had eaten the others and then put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.
When practicing martial arts, refining essence into qi, the appetite of martial artists is naturally much greater than that of ordinary people.
More than ten taels of rice and two large pieces of meat chops were served in the past, but now he only had 70% to 80% full, which made him amazed.
When Wu San, who was sharp-eyed, saw the remaining bull eye, he couldn't help but be surprised:
"Brother Zheng, this thing is often eaten. It is said that it is quite delicious for spiritual and Tianmu. Only high-level scholars are qualified to enjoy it. Why are you?"
Chen Zheng, who had already made a shadow on this thing, smiled slightly and turned his eyes over:
"I don't want to eat, you two can share it if you want to eat."
"real?"
"Thank you, Brother Zheng!"
However, after hearing this, Wu San and He Daming were overjoyed and rushed to split the huge bull eye, and then they were afraid that someone would come to snatch the same chew and swallow it quickly.
Looking at the two of them looking extremely happy and satisfied, they looked around the weird crowds around them.
Chen Zheng had no expression on his face, and a chill rose in his heart: