Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1121 - 432: Twin Fish Descend

The Yellow Field Prefecture loves sheep meat even more than the Mingjiang Prefecture, and the quality is superb. Whether braised or made into soup, the aroma can knock a passerby off their feet.

"Four bowls of mutton soup, one mutton pot, a bowl of plain noodles, and three trays of mutton shumai."

Zhou Xuan finished ordering and casually grabbed the innkeeper’s sleeve, asking, "It’s real mutton, right? I don’t eat it with human flesh seasoning."

Yesterday at the inn on Yunlu Mountain, Zhou Xuan had a psychological shadow from eating mutton, fearing he might end up in trouble again, so he asked upfront to be clear.

The innkeeper laughed heartily and said, "You’re joking, sir. We Bitter Ghosts can’t afford that fancy meat, just getting a bit of mutton is enough."

"You’re calling me sir, do you know me?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"In the whole Water Fort, there’s not a single person who doesn’t know you, sir. Last night, Master Lu sent out your portrait and made it clear that if anyone in the Water Fort acted unwisely and offended you, they couldn’t handle the consequences, even without invoking family law."

"That Lao Lu really attends to details."

Zhou Xuan smiled as he placed the money on the table, holding it down with a green onion bowl, and returned to his seat. As soon as he sat down, Wu Ya Zen said, "Sir, there are five of us, and you ordered four bowls of mutton soup and one mutton pot. Should I eat the pot or drink the soup?"

"..." Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan said, "Didn’t you hear me order plain noodles? That’s yours. A monk eating meat?"

"Wine and meat may pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart... as the saying goes..."

"Enough with the sayings, I’ll go order another bowl of mutton soup."

Zhou Xuan really didn’t see it coming, this thick-browed, big-eyed Wu Ya Zen was also a wine and meat monk.

"Boss, add another bowl of mutton soup," Zhou Xuan took out more money, intending to press it under the bowl like before, but the innkeeper saw it.

He hurriedly took the money back, trying to give it back to Zhou Xuan: "Sir, I can’t take this. If Mr. Lu finds out I took your money, we’ll be skinned."

"That’s too kind, boss. You should take what’s yours. Getting paid for cooking is justified anywhere in the world."

Zhou Xuan pressed the money down again, noticing the innkeeper’s son sitting at the stall, staring longingly at the mutton soup on the other customers’ tables.

"For someone selling mutton but not eating mutton themselves..."

Sellers know the meat is expensive, and often they can’t bear to eat it at home, leaving the kids craving meat.

Without a second thought, Zhou Xuan ordered another bowl of mutton soup and a tray of shumai to share with the innkeeper’s son.

"Kiddo, eat up."

"I can’t eat what a guest gave, Dad will hit me."

"You little rascal, sticking to principles, I’ll explain it to your dad." Zhou Xuan turned around and said to the innkeeper, "Boss, your kid is adorable. I bought him a tray of shumai and a bowl of mutton soup. If you don’t let him have it, that’s not giving me face."

"Thank you, sir, thank you. Simpleton, thank the gentleman."

"Thank you." The child said earnestly, then buried his head in the food, eating heartily.

Zhou Xuan and his companions ate at the stall, while the innkeeper was busy and chatting with familiar customers.

"Did you see that? That’s the gentleman. He’s different from the usual folks who come to our Water Fort, very kind. He even bought my son mutton soup."

"Those high-and-mighty officials can’t compare to our gentleman. Didn’t you hear recently? There was a big disaster in Mingjiang Prefecture, and this gentleman gave away his wealth to buy rice and meat for the Mingjiang people."

"It wasn’t just rice and meat, but also soda, chocolate, foreign spirits. Is that escaping disaster? That’s enjoying life. We haven’t had diseases or disasters and haven’t eaten those things much ourselves."

"The gentleman is truly righteous."

The crowd collectively sighed with admiration.

...

"Does even having a meal generate Wish Power?"

As Zhou Xuan ate the fragrant mutton, he felt a few wisps of cold mist seeping into his body.

"The refinement of Qi Pills needs to be prioritized as soon as possible. My Wish Power is steadily increasing."

Zhou Xuan was calculating in his mind.

Meanwhile, the others at the table were eating seriously.

Yun Ziliang praised, "The mutton in Yellow Field Prefecture really is tastier than in Mingjiang, the meat is so fresh and tender."

"Lao Yun, you heartless rat, saying such things—forgetting the aroma of Sister Cui’s mutton?"

Zhou Xuan said.

"Sister Cui’s cooking is impeccable, but even the cleverest cook can’t make a meal without good ingredients. Mingjiang Prefecture just doesn’t have good sheep."

Li Changxun added, "That Old Hua, he’s probably rushing back to Mingjiang Prefecture in vain, missing out on such delicious mutton."

Speaking of good food, Zhou Xuan chuckled and said, "Old Hua may lack fortune, but the people of Yellow Field Prefecture sure are lucky. Right about now, the Fish Monk should be divided among the townsfolk."

According to last night’s conversation between Zhou Xuan and Lu Xingzhou at the wine table—at five in the morning, the Fish Monk was to be carried to the center of the Yellow Origin Prefecture City, to face the public’s justice.

"It’s already eight now, they should have almost finished, right?"

Zhou Xuan checked his pocket watch and said.

He was waiting for the Fish Monk to die quickly, so he could take over those two big blue and red fish.

"I’m tempted to go into town to see the commotion." Yun Ziliang, who always loved spectacles, said.

"Don’t bother, blood and gore, what’s there to see?"

Zhou Xuan rebuked.

Coincidentally, just as Zhou Xuan brought up the topic of the Fish Monk, Lu Xingzhou descended in a watery form.

"Master Lu."

The small street vendors all saluted Lu Xingzhou.

Lu Xingzhou waved them away to continue their business and then said to Zhou Xuan, "Sir, there’s a bit of trouble."

"What? Did the Fish Monk escape?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"He can’t escape; the skilled men of Yellow Origin have an eye on him."

"Since the Fish Monk didn’t escape, what’s the trouble?" Zhou Xuan said, sipping mutton soup at an unhurried pace.

"The townsfolk... they don’t dare to share the Fish Monk."

Lu Xingzhou said.

The Fish Monk, that big fish, was laid out in the center of Yellow Field Prefecture City, but not a single townsfolk dared to cut him.

Zhou Xuan asked, "Did my Little Brain reveal the Fish Monk’s crimes?"

"It was revealed."

"Aren’t the townsfolk angry?" Zhou Xuan asked. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Angry, very angry—emotions run high," Lu Xingzhou said, "but the Fish Monk’s influence remains, the townsfolk fear him. Alas, it seems the Fish Monk guessed correctly, the townsfolk dare not act against him!"

"He guessed nothing," Zhou Xuan said. "I’ll give you a trick—you’ll see whether the townsfolk skin him and eat his flesh."

"Please enlighten us, sir."

Lu Xingzhou respectfully awaited Zhou Xuan’s directions.

Zhou Xuan took the last sip of mutton soup, set down his bowl, and said to Lu Xingzhou, "Lao Lu, tell all the townsfolk in Yellow Field Prefecture that eating the Fish Monk’s fish meat can enhance virility!"

"..." Lu Xingzhou.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The whole table burst out laughing, spilling soup at Zhou Xuan’s suggestion.

"Xuanzi, you sly fox, always up to your tricks."

Yun Ziliang laughed heartily.

Zhou Xuan waved and said, "Mr. Lu, just use my trick and spread the word far and wide—eating the Fish Monk’s flesh can enhance virility, nourish yin, ward off illness, boost brain power, and replenish Qi... just you wait,

don’t say the townsfolk won’t dare to handle the Demon Monk, I fear they’ll be fighting over the meat, turning human brains into dog brains in the process."