My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again-Chapter 110 - : Mysterious Vegetarian Feast on the Eve of Buddha ‘s Birthday

Chapter 110: Mysterious Vegetarian Feast on the Eve of Buddha ‘s Birthday

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Isn’t this a secret of our sect? How do you know about it?” Chu Qian asked, incredulous.

“He once stayed in our Spirit Charm Sect; it’s hardly a secret anymore.”

Lin Qingyu explained.

Chu Qian hissed in admiration, “People say that the intelligence capabilities of the Spirit Charm Sect are second only to the Tianji Sect. Now I believe it.”

As they bantered, they hurried towards the kitchen of the Tian Chong Temple.

Lin Qingyu held a soul lamp in her hand. As she had predicted, the closer they got to the place, the brighter the light of the soul lamp became.

“There’s half an hour until the hour of Mao. The Buddha’s Birthday ceremony will be held in the morning, and these monks have already started preparing the vegetarian feast.”

Lin Qingyu looked ahead.

The kitchen courtyard of Tian Chong Temple was located at the top of the rear mountain. Despite being a kitchen, due to the characteristics of the sect, it was grand and imposing.

Uninformed people might even mistake it for a hall dedicated to worshiping the Bodhisattvas.

The two concealed themselves in the shadows and saw monks steadily ascending the mountain, their numbers not small.

They cast an invisibility spell and followed the monks, their presence masked by the artifacts they carried.

Upon entering the courtyard, they saw the kitchen, resembling a hall, with bright spirit lamps.

Chu Qian sniffed the air, catching the scent of top-grade ingredients from the kitchen, eager to enter and “learn the craft.” But Lin Qingyu tugged his sleeve.

He turned to see her gesturing towards a direction.

Following her gaze, Chu Qian noticed four monks carrying a large vat towards a grand kitchen.

The vat was over a person’s height, with an ancient design, dark and adorned with vague patterns.

Chu Qian frowned.

“They didn’t store this vat in a storage artifact; it needed to be carried by hand.”

Lin Qingyu telepathically communicated.

“…What’s inside is alive; it can’t be kept in a storage artifact.”

Chu Qian nodded, understanding her implication.

They followed the four monks into the kitchen. The scent of rice and cooking pots boiling porridge filled the air.

The monks at the stove offloaded a pot onto the ground. The ones carrying the vat lifted its lid and tipped it over.

Someone brought a woodcutter’s axe, standing by the vat. Lin Qingyu and Chu Qian saw a black substance flowing out.

It wasn’t quite a flow; more like a gelatinous substance, similar to aspic but dark and murky.

The black jelly, sliced like it had been cut, was piled in chunks inside the vat, each the size of a basin.

Lin Qingyu noticed a dark green slime covering the cuts on the jelly, secreting like blood from a wound, tangling and deforming as the pieces stacked and twisted, seemingly fusing.

The monk with the axe chopped down, and a piece of the “jelly” fell into the pot. Beside him, another monk with a fierce look in his eyes pounded the jelly with a pestle, grinding it to pieces.

Chu Qian saw the black substance shrink back as it was chopped, as if in fear of pain.

“What in the world is the Tian Chong Temple doing?”

Chu Qian’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty.

The contents of the vat didn’t resemble vegetarian food, nor did the monks in the temple seem like typical monks.

Each pot received many of these black jelly pieces, with steam rising in the kitchen, dissolving and stewing the substance.

After emptying the vat, the four monks left the kitchen and headed towards the summit of the rear mountain.

Chu Qian and Lin Qingyu followed closely, the former remaining silent, while the latter watched the soul lamp in her hand grow increasingly brighter.

More monks continued to descend from the mountain top, each group of four carrying a large black vat on their shoulders.

At the summit, there was no building, replaced instead by a vast pit.

The pit, over ten meters in diameter, had a dark mouth with faintly visible steps leading downwards. The monks carrying the vat had emerged from this pit.

Lin Qingyu looked up at the sky, noting the approaching dawn.

She glanced at the small characters on her wrist, the golden color of the divine decree fading, lasting at most another half hour.

“That should be enough.”

After calculating in her mind, she bowed to Chu Qian, “Daoist Chu, this is where we part ways.”

“Wait. ”

Chu Qian telepathically communicated, “I will accompany you… I have a secret treasure that keeps me hidden, I won’t be a burden.” Lin Qingyu gave him a look, shaking her head.

“No, Daoist Chu, you shouldn’t follow me.”

She took out a communication artifact and handed it to Chu Qian.

“What you need to do now is to descend the mountain quickly and find a safe place to hide.

Tomorrow is the day of Buddha’s Birthday at Tianchong Temple. Numerous temples within the Tian Chong domain will hold vegetarian feasts.

We don’t know what these monks have added to the vegetarian dishes, nor if they have distributed that vat’s contents to other temples.

If the vat contains only a special ingredient, that would be best, but if there’s some conspiracy behind this, the consequences are unimaginable.

There are many prohibitions in Tian Chong Temple, and external communication artifacts can’t be used inside. Someone must wait outside the temple.

I will investigate this matter. If you don’t receive my message within an hour, please contact your sect immediately and inform them of tonight’s events.”

Lin Qingyu was calm, knowing what had to be done.

Chu Qian stared at her.

The dawn light began to break, the night not yet faded, and a gentle breeze stirred on the mountain, lightly fluttering her hair.

In this moment, Chu Qian felt she resembled not a demoness, but a true heroine.

“Daoist Chu… Bids farewell.

Chu Qian inhaled deeply, “If we meet again, I shall personally host a feast to honor you.”

Lin Qingyu bowed deeply in response.

The two turned away simultaneously, one running towards the base of the mountain, the other, without a backward glance, heading towards the dark pit..