Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 277
"Gathering the spiritual power of the wind in the sun Shaoshang, hand-knotted the five-grade lotus to seal the characters..."

Zhao Lin stood in his small courtyard, pacing back and forth.

Holding "A Preliminary Exploration of Cheng Huazong's First-Level Spells" in his hand, he muttered words, trying to figure out the magic formulas in the book.

The empty hand was not idle either, and kept producing various Taoist handprints.

After the pulse was opened, all the disciples began to have mana, and the Lingdao Academy also began to teach spells.

There are many magical features in spells, and the disciples are full of interest and practice tirelessly.

Zhao Lin is no exception, but compared to others, he has also figured out the basic principles of spells and their underlying logic.

Spells are not born out of thin air, nor are they bestowed by the so-called gods, but the power of laws generated by monks using the laws of heaven and earth and triggering them with their own spiritual power.

It can be understood in this way that the heaven and the earth are divided into yin and yang, and yin and yang transform into the five elements, and the air is filled with a large number of "particles" of the five elements.

When monks release spells, they integrate these five-element "particles" and guide and release them according to their laws.

It's like igniting explosives with a fuse.

As for the wind, ice and thunder and other alien attributes, they are actually derived from the five elements, so there is no need to consider them separately.

In the world of Taoism, the laws of heaven and earth exist objectively like the laws of physics in previous lives, but in this world both exist.

"Wind knife technique!"

Zhao Lin snorted softly, hooked his little finger with his right thumb, swirled inward and downward, and waved his hand with a burst of green energy.

The green energy condensed in the air, turned into a small three-inch flying knife, and flew crookedly towards a corner of the courtyard.

Zhao Lin raised his brows, and his eyes showed joy, but he saw that the wind knife flew only two feet away, and the color turned pale in an instant, and then disappeared.

"It seems that the most basic spells are not so easy to practice. There is still a long way to go before getting started."

Zhao Lin shook his head lightly.

Spells are divided into six levels according to the degree of mastery: entry, proficiency, minor success, proficiency, major success, and perfection.

These levels represent the monk's understanding of the law and his ability to use spells.

Has nothing to do with mana.

For the same spell, if both the foundation-building monk and the qi-refining monk are only at the entry level, then the former must have the upper hand, because the foundation-building monk has more powerful mana.

However, if a Qi Refining cultivator cultivates magic to a small degree, or even proficient in it, and can use the laws of heaven and earth more effectively and reasonably, then he can beat the Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It is equivalent to using external force.

Even the lowest level of spells, if they are cultivated to great success or even perfect, their power is extremely impressive, but not everyone is willing to spend so much energy.

Every time the spell is improved by a level, the energy invested will be multiplied several times.

To practice spells, one depends on talent, and the other depends on hard work.

Zhao Lin's talent wasn't bad, but it wasn't top-notch either. Naturally, he had to work harder.

"Guru..."

There was a cock crowing in the stomach.

Zhao Lin frowned, and wanted to continue practicing spells, but found that the spiritual power in his body was running low.

I had no choice but to sigh softly, walked into the main room, took out the lock bag from the cabinet, and grabbed a handful of crystal clear "ling rice" covered with a layer of golden oil.

Suddenly, a fragrant fragrance wafted out of the room.

Ordinary food contains turbidity. After becoming a monk, you can no longer eat ordinary food, otherwise you will spend energy refining it, which is not good for your practice.

Lingmi not only has no impurity and turbidity, but also can replenish spiritual power, which is the basic "ration" of monks.

Taking Lingmi, the body can completely refine and absorb it, and no impurities will be produced, and there is no need for "exit Gong".

The small cauldron is used for cooking rice, not the medicinal cauldron that Zhao Lin thought at first.

He put the Lingmi into the small cauldron, hesitated for a moment, twisted dozens of grains and put them in again.

The Lingdao Academy distributes ten catties of spiritual rice to the disciples every month. Although it can provide energy, it...doesn't satisfy the craving.

Disciples who are used to eating big fish and meat in the mortal world are not used to it, just like they can survive only on glucose, but no one wants to live like that.

Of course, it is not impossible for monks to eat delicious food, that is spiritual food.

Spiritual food is a unique method for monsters and spirit animals to remove turbid air impurities, retain spiritual energy, and cook delicious food.

Not only can it replenish spiritual power, but it can also give monks a real treat. It is really a good product for cultivating Taoism and replenishing qi.

It's a pity that spiritual food is expensive, and it is a luxury. The disciples just entered the sect and are penniless, how can they afford it?

Some disciples even wandered around the dining halls of mortals for no other reason than to smell the aroma of food.

For Zhao Lin, the desire for appetite is secondary, and the key is not getting enough to eat.

He is tall and strong, and his appetite is much larger than that of the teenagers. He only eats three taels of Lingmi every day, which is really not enough.

It is estimated that when the Lingdao Institute formulated the ration rules, it did not consider the minority group of martial arts at all.

There are also delicious disciples who want to ask the monastery for more Lingmi, but they are ruthlessly rejected by the Taoist elders.

The reason is that three taels of Lingmi are enough for daily needs, and eating more is a waste, and if you persist for a while, your body will naturally get used to it.

Seeing this, Zhao Lin gave up his thoughts and added more water when cooking the rice to make rice porridge to fool his stomach and increase the feeling of fullness.

When Li Sancai came to ask for advice, he found that Zhao Lin didn't have enough lingmi, so he expressed his willingness to give him his own lingmi.

"Brother Zhao, I haven't had enough to eat since I was a child, I can't finish eating these Lingmi..."

Zhao Lin immediately interrupted him, "You haven't had enough to eat since you were a child, and now you're finally full, so don't suffer from hunger anymore, brother is fine."

When the Lingmi is cooked, the tripod will make a "gurgling" sound.

Through the rising smoke, one could see a little worry on Zhao Lin's face.

The problem of eating is not a big deal, at most it can be overcome, and what he is worried about is cultivation.

After joining the sect for nearly two months, the talent gap among the disciples can already be clearly seen.

Lin Chaoran has already broken through nineteen spiritual apertures as soon as he rode Juechen, and it is estimated that he will be able to enter the third level of Qi refining next month. The speed is terrifying.

Several disciples with high-grade spiritual roots also broke through more than ten spiritual apertures, and were about to touch the threshold of the second floor of Qi Refining.

Zhao Lin doesn't feel jealous. Cultivation is his own business. No matter how fast others practice, he won't lose a piece of meat.

But if it continues to develop like this, the hope of building a foundation in the future is slim.

One out of a hundred foundation building is for all monks in the Xuanyuan Continent.

In a large sect like Cheng Huazong, the success rate can be increased a little through pills and exercises, but it's only one and a half more.

There are 45 disciples this year, how many of them can build a foundation?How many people are in Zifu?

The outlook is grim.

Zhao Lin inquired about the deeds of Lu Yuanxiu, the senior of the Xingyun Sect. He was able to cultivate to the purple mansion. On the one hand, he had great luck, and on the other hand, he had to escape from death several times.

The same way, I may not be able to walk.

Naturally, he thought of the spirit beast map.

There is an empty grid in the spirit beast map, which was originally reserved for immortal spirits, but now it seems that such creatures do not exist at all.

If you want to live forever, the best way is to cultivate to a higher level.

What monster's spirit can speed up the cultivation speed?

During this period of time, Zhao Lin often stayed in Zangshu Pavilion to check relevant information.

There are many related records in Zangshu Pavilion, and there is also a monograph introducing the monsters and insects on the mainland.

There were indeed some things that moved Zhao Lin's heart.

For example, the mighty Mountain-Moving Beast, the Lightning Flood Dragon that can breathe out lightning, the Phantom Spider that comes and goes like the wind with its poison, the Purple-striped Scorpion that swallows gold and eats iron, and is not afraid of any magic weapon...

But the heartbeat is the heartbeat, these monsters are too powerful, and they are beyond reach.

What's more, even if you absorb the spirits of these monsters, it won't help your cultivation.

If the foundation is not established, no matter how strong the combat power is, it will eventually be classified as a handful of loess.

The answer could not be found in the book, Zhao Lin did not give up.

The types of creatures in Xuanyuan Continent are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River, and only a small part can be recorded in the book, and there are many unknown monsters and strange insects that have not been listed.

If you want to find a suitable spirit, the best way is to see and understand it with your own eyes.

But Zhao Lin, as a cultivation disciple now, cannot enter and leave Hanchi County at will. In fact, even if he is allowed to go out, he doesn't want to take the risk.

His own cultivation base is too low, and he will die if he encounters a slightly more powerful monster.

While thinking about it, Xiao Ding suddenly made a "squeaky" sound.

Lingmi is cooked.

Zhao Lin suddenly had an idea, and patted his thigh, "Aren't there many spirit beasts and insects raised in Hanchi County?"

"It's dark under the lights!"

　Sorry, today's chapter is a bit short.

　　The new map is slowly unfolding, it takes time to conceive the details, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)