Chapter 1455 - 788: Boiling White Stones to Summon the Spirit Deer (Double-Length)_2

The stream was not wide, clear to the bottom, gently flowing over smooth pebbles, creating a pleasing sound.

Chen Yi pushed open the carriage door, jumped down first, stood by the stream, took a deep breath to dispel the gloom, then stretched lazily, his gaze once again directed toward the ancient temple in the twilight, his eyes somewhat distant.

If she brought Little Fox here, with her temperament, she would surely want to go up the mountain to pay her respects... if he teased her a little and then fiercely warned her, Little Fox would gently plead with him, so it would be easy to get her to agree to something, and bullying her wouldn't be difficult...

Chen Yi thought aimlessly.

At that moment, the last rays of the sunset shone through the sparse branches and leaves across the stream, dappled on the water, sparkling with a golden red.

The ancient temple in the distance was left with a silent, solemn silhouette in the deepening twilight, the Buddha Light had already faded, only the contours of the halls on the mountaintop were vaguely visible.

Chen Yi turned back to the carriage to fetch wood for the fire; at this time, Donggong Ruoshu also squeezed out of the carriage, and Chen Yi slightly gave way, yet still brushed past her chest.

He didn't really care, but Miss Donggong, this stupid girl, didn't feel anything at all.

Yin Weiyin followed Donggong Ruoshu, seeing the scene, and slightly lowered her eyes.

Before long, with a crackling sound, as the flint and steel struck, a bonfire ignited, the orange light replacing the color of the sunset, when darkness fell, the foothills turned into a small Golden Summit.

Chen Yi scooped water from the stream to cook porridge, cut several pieces of bacon into it, tasted it a bit when it was about done, and found it good.

The light from the bonfire was blocked for a moment, Chen Yi turned back to look, seeing the female crown slowly sitting beside him, he was about to reach out and hug her.

"…Donggong told me… she wants to become Immortal."

Chen Yi abruptly turned his head to take a look at Yin Weiyin.

This gaze made Yin Weiyin's heart jolt, but she was ultimately calm, saying, "Don't doubt me, I didn't entice her, she missed the feeling of becoming a ghost. I argued that being Immortal would be better, anyway, one can feed on energy."

Chen Yi shook the spoon, the porridge swirling, Miss Donggong missed the feeling of being a ghost and preferred to feed on energy, he knew of course, and it was good that his Great Yin would straightforwardly disclose, rather than laying another subtle trap.

"What… do you think?" Yin Weiyin asked out loud.

"What can I think, what do you think then?"

She probed him, yet he turned and probed her, Yin Weiyin furrowed her brows for a moment, why did he have so many tricks with her, yet act childishly in front of Tingxue?

After pondering, Yin Weiyin said, "Since she wants it, I think she might as well give it a try, cultivating some Immortal Law can't harm."

"Give it a try then." Chen Yi responded casually.

According to the remnant soul of the Bhikkhuni inside Miss Donggong, Donggong Ruoshu had sealed her dharma body, thus she was cut off from Immortals and Buddhas, prevented from peering, so no matter what Yin Weiyin did, it was useless.

Yet this matter need not be spoken, just let her try, he believed in his Great Yin's cultivation.

Upon hearing this, Yin Weiyin was pleased for a moment, but seeing his face remain calm, showing no worry, she furrowed her brows again; he clearly didn't believe she could succeed!

As First Lady, can he belittle me?

"You think I can't succeed, you belittle me?" Yin Weiyin spoke up.

Chen Yi remained silent for a moment, before asking, "Has anyone heard of Taichua Goddess's name without laughing?"

"You!"

Yin Weiyin was vexed, her sleeve fingers clenched:

"Except for you, who else has laughed? Everyone in the world hears my name and dare not hope to catch up."

Indeed, most people in the world revere the name of Taichua Goddess, but Chen Yi just smiled, didn't argue, didn't pay much attention,

"I'm still cooking porridge, not arguing with you."

Yin Weiyin furrowed her brows deeper, snatched the spoon from Chen Yi's hand, saying:

"No need for you to cook, watch me make some gourmet delicacies."

Chen Yi withdrew his hand, wanting to see what his Great Yin intended to do.

Yin Weiyin composed herself, reached for a white stone by the stream, and threw it into the white porridge.

Seeing the act of spoiling food, Chen Yi furrowed his brows but held back.

Yin Weiyin shook the spoon, porridge soaked the white stone, with the spoon's rotation, she murmured the spell, every word and phrase careful and deliberate.

She had to show Chen Yi something impressive.

Tonight, she would cook a bowl of Immortal Porridge.

The spoon continuously stirred, the white stone in the pot had already melded with the porridge water, surprisingly softened, Yin Weiyin gestured slightly to him.

Chen Yi leaned forward to smell.

Inside, there was a fragrance of bamboo shoots, almonds, and crucian carp, yet he had only put bacon and rice.

"This is..."

"Don't rush, let me cook a little longer." The female crown gently tucked her sleeves, playing coy, Goddess under the moon making porridge, quite charming.

As the cooking time lengthened, the fragrance spread further, attracting Miss Donggong, who drooled with desire, the earlier scent circled, seemed to have flipped over, transforming, as if cooking inside there were matsutake, bird's nest, shark fins, these precious ingredients, with a hint of dragon liver and phoenix marrow fragrance.

The stone soft aroma filled the mountain.

Yin Weiyin continued the stirring, the spell chanting unwavering, at this moment, she felt a bit flustered.

At the crucial moment, saying she wasn't nervous would be false, fear that a slight misstep would ruin the pot of porridge, necessitating a good laugh from Chen Yi, quite embarrassing.

Yet, taking a deep breath, at this step, she couldn't throw away her previous efforts.

Half an hour later, she finished murmuring the last word of the spell, then slowly released her hand.

The edge of the porridge had a faint white hue, but the center had started reflecting a gold color like Buddha Jumping Wall, the white stone had dissolved without a trace in the porridge water, a rich aroma filled the nostrils.