monk family

Chapter 52 Wudan Illusion
As the eighth uncle shouted, a sword light roared from outside the city. Fu Shijing took a closer look and saw that there were five people standing on the giant flying sword.

The grandfather, the third grandfather, the fourth grandfather, and the other two turned out to be the uncle and the second uncle who hardly showed up.

The flying sword stopped on the square in front of the sacrificial hall, and then the five people spread out, but they were half-hanging in the air, each holding a token of different color, and chanting words in their mouths.

"Buzz!"

The five tokens suddenly glowed red, yellow, gold, blue, and blue, and the light was dazzling, so Fu Shiyi had to temporarily close his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, a sycamore tree nearly a thousand feet tall appeared above the square, covering the sky and the sun.Its sturdy branches are vigorous and vigorous, and are darkly covered with the wrinkles of the years. Just looking at the branches, it seems that they have already died, but there is a touch of green at the top.

When the mortals in Dongcheng saw this miracle, they had already shouted and bowed down.

"My darling, the seven third-order plane trees in the ancestral land are said to have lived for nearly a thousand years, but compared to the ancient tree in front of me, they are nothing but nothing. Eleven, it seems that we are not selected this time. But being able to feast your eyes is also earned.”

Not only the starling was full of praise, Fu Shiyi was also surprised when he saw the towering tree in front of him.

"The magic circle has been opened, and within ten breaths, the tester will put his divine sense into the token issued to you, and you can enter the Wudan illusion!"

Fu Shiyi saw that the sycamore tree hanging in the air was exuding green ripples at this time. In the dark, she felt a power of reception from it. She did not dare to delay, and immediately followed the method that the eight uncle explained before. , put the divine consciousness into the token in the hand.

As soon as his consciousness touched the token, he felt a flash in front of him.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing above an isolated island, and she looked down:
I saw the isolated island suspended above the endless river, with layers of mist like a veil lingering around the island.Two white cranes fly leisurely on the river, like beautiful little fairies patrolling the landscape.

"It's like a fairyland."

As soon as Fu Shiyi finished speaking, he felt his body sink.

"Oops"

Fu Shiyi felt that he was landing on the island at a very fast speed. When he was about to summon the green ivy to buffer, a leaf of the parasol fell lightly at her feet, and then stably sent her to a fence on the island. Small courtyard.

The small courtyard consists of a thatched hut and a spiritual well. There is a wooden barrel beside the well. There is an uncultivated spiritual field in front of the house. A few fluffy little rabbits the size of slaps came out of the house, and they drilled in the blink of an eye. out the fence.

The fence was covered with vines, and clusters of purple and green grapes hung from the branches, big and round.

Fu Shiyi picked one and threw it into his mouth.

Luscious and juicy, crisp and delicious.

It was so delicious that Fu Shiyi closed his eyes involuntarily, and then sighed:
"It's not like a fantasy, it's just like the real thing."

As soon as Fu Shiyi finished his words, he heard the voice of "really sweet" coming from the next door, but found that Myna directly picked a bunch of grapes and was eating happily.

"Hey, Eleven, what a coincidence? You're right next door to me."

Starling threw away the grapes and wanted to cross the fence between the courtyards, but as soon as he touched the wooden fence, he was bounced back. Fu Shiyi blinked, it seemed that all the courtyards in this fantasy realm were set up. Enchantment.

The two exchanged a brief chat.

Fu Shiyi saw that the sixth sister in the yard on the left had started to pick up the hoe to loosen the soil, so he didn't dare to delay, and turned around and entered his thatched hut.

In addition to the Yidan stove in the middle of the room, there is also a desk by the window. On the desk is a cloth bag, a hoe, and a piece of paper made of silver foil.

Fu Shiyi glanced at the tiny words on the paper, and suddenly smiled:

"The trial task turned out to be refining blood elixir, which is really great!"

She has been down the mountain to take care of the blood spirit grass for six years. Although she has no experience in alchemy, she knows the blood spirit grass very well.

This alchemy trial is about the whole process from the planting of spirit grass to the formation of medicinal herbs.

The original intention of the ancestors who created this phoenix illusion was to let the clansmen understand:
If you want to achieve something in the way of alchemy, you can't just mechanically concoct alchemy according to the steps and dosage of the alchemy recipe.An alchemist must first understand the medicinal properties of the spirit grass. Only by thoroughly understanding the pharmacology and laying a solid foundation can the spirituality of the spirit grass be preserved during the refining process.

Fu Shiyi counted that there were exactly thirty seeds in the bag.

Sharpening knives does not miss woodcutters.

Fu Shiyi divided the seeds of different qualities into three categories, and then picked up the hoe on the table and transferred them to the courtyard.At this time, the sixth sister on the left has reclaimed one-third of the spiritual field.

The starling on the right is faster, and most of the spiritual fields have been reclaimed.

It's just that the clods he excavated were not evenly broken, and he just shoveled up the thin layer of soil on the surface of the land. At a glance, he knew that it was a novice who had never cultivated.

Fu Shiyi was not in a hurry. According to what Sanbo had taught before and the experience he had gathered over the years when he cultivated the spiritual field, he used the method of deep plowing and finely crushed the spiritual soil, so that it could fully nourish the spiritual grass for a while.

Fu Shiyi divided the land into three parts, and planted seeds with three grades of poor quality.

"Ouch, Eleven, why are you so slow, I'm all... uuuuuu."

When Fu Shiyi got up, the blood spirit grass had grown in the spiritual field of the starling on the right, but he was only half-speaking, but he was banned from speaking, and his mouth was tightly closed.

"It seems that someone outside the phantom is controlling"

Fu Shiyi turned around and picked up the wooden bucket, and drew a bucket of spiritual spring water from the well.

She had finished watering the third-level spirit grass seeds, and was about to water the second-level seeds in the spiritual spring, when she glanced at the immediately lush spiritual field of the starling on the right, and suddenly changed her mind:
"The growth rate of this fantasy spirit grass has accelerated more than a hundred times, and its growth habit is definitely different from the usual."

Fu Shiyi decided to cultivate the seeds of the third grade first, and after summarizing the experience, he would plant the remaining seeds one after another.

"Sure enough, in the outside world, the Blood Spirit Grass uses the Spirit Gathering and Rain Transformation Art every five days, but the best time here is to water the Spirit Spring once every quarter of an hour."

After planting the third and second levels of spirit grass, Fu Shiyi combined his previous experience and finally figured out a better way to plant it.

When the spirit grass matured, three rare trees appeared, the colorful halo only found in second-order spirit grasses.

Fu Shiyi was overjoyed and carefully harvested the spirit grass. At this time, others had already started alchemy, and some people had even finished refining the spirit grass.

"Someone came out!"

The crowd watching in the square of the sacrificial hall saw the blue light flashing on the plane tree, and then the starling who was sitting cross-legged in front of the hall opened his eyes first.

"How's it going? Can a spirit pill be refined?"

Eight Uncle leaned the closest, quickly stepped forward, and picked up the token in Starling's hand.

If the tester succeeds in alchemy, the token will display the quantity and quality of his elixirs.

But the starling token was empty and nothing was displayed.

Even though he had been mentally prepared, the eighth uncle was slightly disappointed, but his face did not show it, but comforted the frustrated starling and said:

"On the way to alchemy, you need to look at your talent. Thousands of cultivators are only one of them. You don't have to be too discouraged."

"Yes, father. Save the boy."

As soon as Uncle Ba's voice fell, Brother Myna showed a big smile. Obviously, he was not interested in this, and he was lost in an instant just now.Seeing this, Uncle Ba laughed and scolded "stinky boy", thought about it, and added:
"When you finish the task of guarding Xihefang City, come with me to help with the external affairs of the clan."

He is also getting older, and just in case, he has to train a successor who can take his place in advance.

　Thanks to "Shaohua Yiran" for the reward and all the fellow Taoists for their support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)