Chapter 33: Stewing the world of mortals, dreaming about the God of Cookery
The cook repaired the clay figurine left by Ba Xiaochuan with dreams. Although it was intact as before, he always felt that the cracks were still there.
People die like lamps going out. In this natural and man-made disaster, many of them are unknown people, and without seeing it with their own eyes, there is a lot of missing reality.
But he also knew about Ba Xiaochuan, and he personally guided the dream weaved for Ba Xiaochuan.
Ba Xiaochuan is a miserable man who stutters and loves separation.
But isn’t this world, this world of mortals, and this sea of suffering filled with the nine kinds of suffering?
Birth, old age, illness and death, resentment and hatred, love and separation, the five Yins are blazing, and what you seek cannot be achieved.
Can't let go.
The rolling tide of mortal world is bitter.
There is a world of mortals and a sea of suffering, but this world of mortals is also bordered by the sea of suffering.
Just like the lotus seeds.
Although lotus seeds are sweet, their core is bitter.
This mortal world is also bitter.
Gather the scattered fly ashes of Ba Xiaochuan and fill them into the clay figures that Ba Xiaochuan carried with him during his lifetime.
He picked up the little girl's body, came to a wilderness, buried her and the clay figure together, and laid them to rest.
"This world of mortals is so bitter."
Later, the cook also began to realize the Tao through these words.
Enlightenment is said to be difficult or not easy. Some people have been wandering around for half their lives, some are playing in the mortal world, and some are practicing hard behind closed doors, but they never get the chance to enlightenment.
But some people wake up with a cue, some people feel something when they look at the scenery, some people suddenly realize it because of their dreams, and they also rely on their understanding and accumulation to succeed.
All the insights in my heart and the accumulation of cooking, what I have seen, heard, and thought in my past and present lives, all of them are naturally gathered into a dish that does not use any ingredients in the world, or any real objects as ingredients.
The cook understands that human history is constantly moving forward. The development of culture and language cannot compare to the process of cooking evolution.
Food is the most important thing for the people. Firewood, rice, sauce, vinegar and salt are the three meals a day that no one can live without.
And those dishes that have left a hurried pace in time may still exist in some corner of the world, evolving with the times to this day.
The unique use of the original fire and the spreading of seasonings have converged into barbecue.
The emergence of utensils also gave rise to processes such as stewing, frying, and stir-frying.
Different regions will bring different flavors to the same dish.
The fusion of different flavors has formed the evolution of food trends in various eras.
Therefore, in the rolling world, the descendants of Yan and Huang have used food to perceive the world for five thousand years, glimpsed the past through food, and used food to see the big from the small to predict the future.
"Eating is for living, but living is not just for eating."
Thousands of words are summarized into one sentence.
The name of this dish finally came to mind.
"Stew the world of mortals."
So the world of mortals heard the sound and came forward, and then fell into the dream world.
The world of mortals is boundless, but Qin Yuelou only takes one scoop. This scoop belongs to him alone, and is his world of mortals.
But from the world of mortals, we can see the big from the small, and we can see the three lives. Therefore, the mortal world of one person is also the mortal world of all living beings.
The world of mortals fell into his big dream, waiting to be processed.
Meng Dao Wanhua is the cook's kitchen utensils, which replace the cooking process, the spreading of seasonings, and the complicated processing.
The dream path is endless, almost infinite, constantly generating, and constantly adding and subtracting to this stew of mortal world.
He was seeking perfection for this dish, but he fell into an infinite realm of perfection and imperfection.
A dish has several criteria for color, flavor, flavor, shape, and taste, but different people have different opinions. It is also a kind of imperfection within perfection, but it is also perfection within imperfection.
After all, it is difficult for everyone to adjust it, because the tastes are different all over the world, but it can be adjusted by everyone, it depends on recruiting fresh food.
Being a human being is like green onions mixed with tofu. You have to walk around in all directions. But being a human being is also like porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat. Because walking around in an innocent manner cannot withstand the evil intentions from all directions, you have to be like porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat.
Innocent and evil, naturally pure and kind with a bit of darkness.
The vast world comes from the pots and pans, the sweetness, bitterness, and spicyness come from the long years, and the house full of gold and jade is just a piece of cake. The three mountains and five mountains are stewed to create all the flavors of life. One pot cannot stew all the flavors of life, and one pot can cook all the flavors of life.
This pot has been ups and downs, from being unable to lift it to being able to lift it, but finally having to lift it.
The kitchen is only a small space, but it is full of delicious food, steamed, stir-fried, stewed and spicy, which makes people’s eyes light up.
The vinegar of life, the ginger of time, salt is the bride of vinegar, and fine wine has no choice but to be the best man. The fireworks in this world are as beautiful as food, how many times have the gods tasted them?
Therefore, a small kitchen can also give us a glimpse of a realm of life in which we strive for infinity amidst the finite, but at the same time have a finite amidst the infinite.
Seeking imperfection within perfection, and then seeking perfection again, and so on, until it reaches infinity.
Stewing the red dust is the cook Qin Yuelou's way of enlightenment.
While he is doing it, he is also eating, because there is an infinite cycle.
What he eats is the various tastes of life, what he eats is the bitter ocean of mortal world, what he eats is the endless cycle, what he eats is perfection and imperfection.
What he eats is himself.
Like ouroboros, he eats himself and forms infinity, a Mobius ring.
Therefore, the beginning and end of the dream path constitute an infinite cycle.
He is an infinite krait, his own beginning and end, and the cycle repeats itself.
It is a human body, but it is also in the shape of a snake. With this perfection and imperfection, finite and infinite, he has been promoted to become a Taoist master.
But he was hungry, so in order to satisfy his hunger, he fed himself from the infinite cycle of his body, turned into a steamed bun, and ate it.
Then, he came to the Heavenly Palace.
then……
Looking at the world, he said softly.
"If you haven't finished making trouble in Heavenly Palace, I'll make it for you."
Stewing the world of mortals is not about escaping from the mortal world?
The land of gods and Taoists.
Lord Taishan Mansion sat firmly on half of the sky, smiling proudly. It was he who used a small force to gather a big force, and used his ordinary skills and ghost hands to give the cook the opportunity to realize the Tao, the day of enlightenment.
Then he grabbed the Tiandao goblin and beat him all over his face. He punched and kicked him hard and cursed him hard. The beating made the Tiandao goblin flinch and keep running away.
And in this heavenly palace.
The depraved and deformed gods can't tell who is who, and who is who, because the pursuit of novelty breaks through imagination and is so ugly that it is unforgettable.
Then the fallen immortal Taoist masters used their corrupted and distorted Taoist realms to attack the cooks with their own methods.
"There is no God of Cooking in this world, or maybe everyone is a God of Cooking." The cook never opened his mouth.
He never took action.
But these dishes were also stewed in a pot and turned into a big stew.
Then he was swallowed into the mouth by the cook.
"A true god of cooking can use anything to make dishes that are full of flavor, flavor, texture, and texture. The same goes for your Tao." The chef said with a smile, "There is no big or small Tao. It just depends on who can go further.
I've gone further than you, so you're not as strong as me."
If the prime minister's belly can hold a boat, then Qin Yuelou's belly can accommodate endless things.
After eating Tao, Qin Yuelou wiped his mouth.
Herbivores are good at walking but stupid, while carnivores are brave and strong.
Those who eat grain are wise and skillful, those who eat breath are divine and live long, and those who do not eat are immortal and divine.
Those who feed on Tao will dream of the God of Food.
The true form of the God of Cookery in the dream is revealed, the pure white infinite ringed snake with the tail in the "∞" posture, which seems very small and yet very large, entrenched above the heavenly palace.
The infinite kraited snake dream world unfolds, like a huge mouth pouring down, swallowing up all the fallen gods in one fell swoop.
The Ouroboros did not open its mouth, and then returned to its human form.
Although I was still hungry, I felt full again.
Dreaming about the god of food means eating gods.
This is done, it's over.
Master Luo Deng, the master of the Dreamland, returned to the Heavenly Palace with a group of unrecovered gods from this world, among whom was Tang Jiuyin.
These local gods were also seriously injured, because their battles caused Dao Shang to appear on their bodies. The Dao Shang had not healed, and they could not recover their bodies.
Now that the Heavenly Palace has been cleared of fallen immortals, they have also returned from the dreamland where they had taken refuge.
The cook also snorted coldly, showing no respect at all.
"Do you want to go to the upper realm? We can send you up there. With your ability, the upper realm will definitely welcome you to ascend, and there is no priesthood of the God of Cookery in the upper realm." Tang Jiuyin said to Qin Yuelou.
"Open the door, I'll be up in a minute, but I have to do something else and finish up."
He also had a better attitude towards Tang Jiuyin, and after saying that, he fell from the Heavenly Palace.
After eating Jianmu, the cook reappeared as a Jedi, but left a way up for himself.
Then he found Qin Yuelou who was lying motionless on the ground.
"Original body, I'm going to the upper world. I have to inquire about information for you and collect all available information. Just one Heaven's Dao can knock us back to before liberation. I can't support myself alone, so I might as well take the heat from the bottom of the cauldron. In addition, you are now
Are you okay?" the cook asked Qin Yuelou.
"It's not good. The bloodlines of the four monkeys are not compatible now. Everyone is fighting. If I hadn't been spoon-fed by the system, I would have exploded by now, and the mental pollution is lingering. If I want to fully recover, it will probably cost hundreds.
Years ago, those fallen gods beat me so badly." Qin Yuelou said with a bitter smile, but then he started laughing.
"Go to the upper realm. Our fire has been passed down. When we get there, we must protect ourselves."
"I know." The cook said, "Do you need me to do something for you?"
"Go to the upper world. I'll call Dr. Qin later. You need to develop well and become a super god."
"I understand." The cook nodded, and then walked up to the Heavenly Palace.
He disappeared into the clouds, and then a ray of light fell from the sky.
The huge infinite krait snake ascended from the sky to the upper realm.
"I will wait for you to drink together." Qin Yuelou said and slowly closed his eyes.
He is too tired.
But in the end, with his eyes closed, the researcher picked him up and brought him to the scientific research space.
None of the Tao masters died, so the mixed Tao realm is still there.
"The Xiongguan Road is really like iron. Now we are crossing it all over again. At least Dajing is temporarily safe." Researcher Dr. Qin took off his glasses and wiped them.
Then he looked at Qin Yuelou.
"What should I do with you? The main body?" the researcher asked in distress.
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