Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 278 The Ninth Path Spirit

Among the hundreds of counties in the Chenghua Sect, Hanchi County is not that big, and it is in the middle of the bottom in terms of the number of monks and the geographical area.

But although the sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs. Hanchi County has a talisman pavilion dedicated to making talismans, a casting hall for refining utensils, a alchemy platform for alchemy, as well as medicine fields, tea gardens, mulberry forests, wineries, beehives...

When selecting the site for the Spiritual Dao Academy, it was because it could draw out the fire from the ground, and the five elements in the veins of the ground were complete, suitable for the growth of spiritual plants, and convenient for the disciples to learn various Taoist arts.

Over time, these industries developed slowly and managed quite well, especially the three most famous ones, Spirit Silk Robe, Songyufeng Tea, and Tibetan Sword Cold Fish.

Zhao Lin intends to find suitable spirits in these places.

Although there are blue-necked egrets, five-color moose, golden red ape and other spiritual beasts in the county, Zhao Lin dare not take their ideas.

Moreover, these spirit beasts are mainly used for decoration, or as mounts for foundation-building monks, and they do not have outstanding specialties.

Zhao Lin came to the foot of Guangze Peak, glanced at the map in his hand, looked up the mountain, and saw a large mulberry forest on the north slope.

He nodded slightly, and said to himself: "Sang Lin should be over there!"

Turn north along the mountain road and go up, when you get near the mulberry forest, you are blocked by a prohibition.

The restriction was gray, with obvious fluctuations in spiritual power, and there was a notice board on the ground that said "no entry for idlers".

Zhao Lin stopped, took out his identity badge, and took a photo of the barrier, and suddenly a white light flew into it.

Not long after, a thirty-year-old monk with bushy eyebrows as thick as two brushes came out and looked at Zhao Lin suspiciously.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Zhao Lin took the initiative to explain: "This brother, Zhao Lin, is a new disciple of Lingdao Academy."

Brother Nongmei could already tell from Zhao Lin's clothes, but he still stretched out his palm and said expressionlessly, "Show me the jade card."

Zhao Lin flipped his palm, and the jade plaque slowly flew into Brother Nongmei's hand as if it had grown wings.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of Senior Brother Nongmei, Zhao Lin only had a level of Qi refining, how could he control things through the air?
But he immediately realized that the opponent was using martial arts.

"I heard that one of the new disciples is a martial artist, so it's you!"

Brother Nongmei finally had a smile on his face, and asked, "Why are you here..."

Zhao Lin said humbly: "Senior brother should also know that a disciple has to choose a Taoist art after one year of entry. I want to know about it in advance, so that I can have a bottom line in my heart."

Brother Nongmei chuckled, "Planting mulberry and raising silkworms is a traditional Taoist art of my Chenghua sect. It's rare for my junior to be interested. Come in."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and released the restriction.

Walking into the mulberry forest, Zhao Lin looked curious and asked a few questions.

Brother Nongmei was very enthusiastic, and took Zhao Lin for a walk in the forest, while explaining to him the whole process of making the spiritual silk robe.

The so-called Taoism is a collection of a series of Taoism and skills.

Take alchemy for example, starting from identifying medicinal materials, understanding the structure of the alchemy furnace, familiarizing with the temperament of the medicine cauldron, and the most critical fire control spell.

Refining a pot of elixir often requires the use of seven or eight or even more than a dozen fire control spells, and it is by no means a one-time achievement.

The same is true for making robes. Not only must you be proficient in spiritual planting, but you must also be able to use spells to appease silkworms, control cold, heat, dryness, and exorcise pests.

Brother Nongmei spoke carefully, and Zhao Lin also listened carefully. Although he is not interested in Zhisang, it is always beneficial to learn more knowledge. Maybe he will really engage in this line of work in the future?

When Brother Nongmei talked about the pests such as stinkbugs, bitter knots, and cockroaches that affect the growth of mulberry trees, Zhao Lin asked carefully about the characteristics of these insects, and found that there were no insects suitable for cultivation.

After Brother Nongmei finished speaking, he called a silkworm farmer because he was busy with other things, and asked him to take Zhao Lin to visit the silkworm house.

The silkworm farmer is a gray-haired old man in his [-]s, with no spiritual power fluctuations in his body. Zhao Lin knew he was a mortal at a glance, but he still said respectfully: "I'm sorry, old man."

Brother Nongmei grinned, with a bright smile on his face.

This old silkworm farmer is actually Brother Nongmei's uncle in the mortal world. His parents died young when he was young, and he was brought up entirely by his uncle.

After cultivating Taoism, he brought his uncle to the sect in order to repay his family's kindness, hoping that the old man could enjoy peace and happiness.

But the old man worked hard for most of his life, and he couldn't stay idle when he came to the world of cultivating immortals, so Brother Nongmei had to arrange for him to enter the mulberry garden to work with him.

Zhao Lin respected his relatives, so Brother Nongmei was certainly happy to see it.

The old silkworm farmer also had a smile on his face, bent over and said: "Master Immortal, you are welcome, come with the little old man."

There are many stone niches in the silkworm room, in which there are as few as seven or eight silkworms and as many as a dozen silkworms.

These spirit silkworms are colorful, and they are constantly nibbling on the leaves of Bailing mulberry, making a rustling sound like drizzle.

Zhao Lin approached the stone niche and found that there were restrictions on it to prevent the spirit silkworms from escaping from it.

Looking at the spirit silkworm inside, he couldn't help taking a breath.

Seeing this, the old silkworm farmer took the initiative to explain: "Look, Master Immortal, the white one is the Ice Silkworm, the red one is the Fire Cloud Silkworm, and the green one is the Waterwood Silkworm..."

"The silk spit out by these spirit silkworms is not only strong and tough, not afraid of water, fire and sharp blades, but also the robes made of different spirit silks can resist various magical attacks."

Although the old man is not a monk, he speaks clearly and clearly.

In fact, even if he didn't introduce them, Zhao Lin would still recognize these zergs, which are extremely rare in the small world, but here they are just worms for spinning silk.

There are six kinds of spirit silkworms raised in the silkworm house, Zhao Lin looked around and found none that he liked.

The Frost Silkworm and Fire Cloud Silkworm were already in the spirit beast map, and the rest of the silkworms only had different attributes.

One's spiritual root has already been finalized, and it is meaningless to absorb another attribute.

"Looks like there's nothing I want here."

Zhao Lin thought to this point, and said to the old silkworm farmer: "Thank you, old man, I have gained a lot of knowledge today, so I won't bother you anymore, please help me to thank my brother..."

Coming out of the mulberry garden, Zhao Lin stood under a big tree by the side of the road and thought for a while before deciding to go to Songyu Peak opposite.

There are many spiritual fields and tea gardens on Songyu Peak. It is said that there are many small spiritual animals such as green sparrows, long-tailed pheasants, and six-clawed toads, which are used to repel insect pests.

Although he has a general understanding of the characteristics and habits of these spirit beasts, he has to see them with his own eyes before he can rest assured.

Walking down Guangze Peak and passing through the valley between the two peaks, a clear blue lake appeared in front of you.

This lake is called Tsing Yi Lake. The water is cold and cool, and it is rich in a kind of cold-water fish that is fat, white, delicious, and rich in aura.

Because there is a bone sword hidden in the fish's skull, it has the reputation of hiding sword cold fish.

Zhao Lin heard from senior brother Chuan Gong that every new year's festival, the Lingdao Academy will use hidden sword cold fish to make spiritual meals for the disciples to enjoy.

There was a layer of white mist floating by the lake, obviously there were also restrictions placed.

"I don't know if there are other aquatic species in this lake besides the spirit fish?"

Zhao Lin thought for a while, and thought that since he was here, he should not miss it, so he might as well go in and find out.

Thinking of this, I took out the jade card and took a photo of it in the ban...

"It turned out to be a junior from the Spiritual Dao Academy, so welcome."

The guard of Tsing Yi Lake was a young monk in a green robe, who said he was very welcome, but his expression was very cold.

Knowing Zhao Lin's intentions, the green-robed monk summoned a yellow-clothed man who was over forty years old.

"Brother Hu, please take this Junior Brother Zhao around and call me if you have anything to do."

After finishing speaking, he walked away Shi Shiran.

The man in yellow is also a monk, but his cultivation does not match his age.

Zhao Lin is only proficient in two basic spells now, one is Qi Wang and the other is Spiritual Saber.

Just now I used the qi-watching technique to observe. The aura of the man in yellow is weak, only at the level of the early stage of qi refining.

It stands to reason that no matter how poor the talent is, it shouldn't be just this level after more than [-] years of cultivation.

Zhao Lin changed his mind and guessed that the other party must be a cultivator of Fanlingen.

Fanlingen cultivator is a relatively special existence, because he can cultivate Taoism and refine Qi, so he cannot be regarded as a mortal.

But all spiritual root monks only have one or two spiritual root joints, and their ability to sense the aura of heaven and earth is very weak.

Most of them spent their entire lives, and their cultivation could only stay at the early stage of Qi refining, and a few of them could enter the middle stage of Qi refining, but it was over.

Therefore, most of the Lingen monks are engaged in auxiliary work, using limited mana to help orthodox monks do some redundant and cumbersome things.

"I met Brother Hu."

Zhao Lin cupped his hands seriously and said.

"It's easy to talk, I don't know what Junior Brother Zhao wants to know? I must know everything and talk endlessly!"

The monk surnamed Hu responded very enthusiastically.

Zhao Lin noticed that his hands were covered with calluses, turned his head and glanced at the lake, saw a small boat parked on the shore, and thought about it.

"Brother Hu often patrols the lake, right? Why don't you continue to work and let me watch from the sidelines? If you have any questions, I hope Brother Hu will not hesitate to enlighten you."

The monk surnamed Hu said with a smile: "That's fine, I just happen to have to make inspections every morning and evening."

As he spoke, he invited Zhao Lin to board the boat, and while skillfully rowing the oars, he told him some knowledge about taking care of the spirit fish.

Tibetan sword cold fish are delicate and have extremely high requirements on water quality. The main job of the monk surnamed Hu is to observe the health of the fish and whether the lake is polluted.

If there are harmful insects such as shrinking worms, anchor snails, and fish-eating lice in the lake, people must be led to kill them.

Zhao Lin listened for a while and observed silently at the same time.

Seeing the clear water of the lake, as soon as he could see the bottom, and the cold fish with hidden swords swimming freely in the water, he thought to himself: This lake... I am afraid there is no spirit he is looking for.

When the boat reached the middle of the lake, the monk surnamed Hu suddenly threw away the oars, squeezed the magic formula, and shot a "water arrow" into the water.

Whoosh!
The water arrow sank into the lake, and after a while, a palm-sized, striped fish emerged from the bottom of the water.

The monk surnamed Hu caught the fish and laughed loudly, "Caught another one!"

The fish looked very strange, with a small head and a big tail, a broad and flat body with stripes and thick lips like a sucker.

Zhao Lin asked curiously, "What kind of fish is this? How did it look like this?"

The monk surnamed Hu laughed and said, "This fish is called Pipa catfish. Do you think it looks like a pipa?"

The two were talking, when the pipa catfish suddenly moved a few times and struggled violently, making a "cuckoo" sound as the fins rubbed against each other.

Zhao Lin was slightly surprised, and said in surprise, "This fish has a solid body."

Water archery is condensed by the essence of water, and it is as fast as a sharp arrow. Even at the entry level, it can easily pierce through the body of ordinary fish.

The cultivator surnamed Hu is not high, but because of this, he has studied this method for many years, and his water archery has reached the "proficient" level.

After being hit by a spell, Pipa catfish can still shake its head and tail, jumping around alive and well, it's definitely not easy!
The monk surnamed Hu nodded, "Junior brother is right, the skin of the anglerfish is hard and the flesh is tough, especially it is not afraid of water spells."

Then his expression changed, and he said, "If you say that the most harmful thing to hidden sword cold fish in this lake is actually this pipa catfish."

Zhao Lin was very cooperative and said: "Brother Hu, please tell me!"

The monk surnamed Hu continued: "Don't look at it, which usually feeds on underwater sludge and algae. It seems harmless to humans and animals, and it can also clean up the lake."

"But if the hidden sword cold fish is injured even a little bit, the Pipa catfish can smell the smell and catch up with it, and stick to its wound until it sucks the injured fish dry."

"And it also steals the eggs of the hidden sword cold fish, so it's doing all kinds of bad things!"

After hearing this, Zhao Lin felt that the behavior of the pipa catfish was similar to that of the scavenger in his previous life, and wondered if this thing is also an invasive species?
After the monk surnamed Hu finished speaking, he put the pipa catfish on the frame of the boat, and took out a hatchet from under the side of the boat.

Zhao Lin was startled, "Brother Hu, are you going to chop the fish into pieces?"

The monk surnamed Hu shook his head and said seriously: "Junior Brother Zhao doesn't know something. The skull of the pipa catfish is extremely hard and cannot be killed easily. It also has a strong self-healing ability. If you don't kill it completely, it may come back to life in a few days. .”

After hearing this, Zhao Lin understood that many animals have the ability to heal themselves, such as sea cucumbers, starfish, geckos, salamanders, etc., even lost parts of their bodies, and even their internal organs can be restored to their original state.

But when he said his thoughts, the monk surnamed Hu shook his head again and again, "It's different, the beasts you mentioned can be reborn with severed limbs, but it will take a few months, at the earliest it will take dozens of days."

"But the pipa catfish..."

While speaking, he cut a deep wound on Pipa Catfish with the blade of an axe, and blood gushed out immediately.

But after only a few breaths, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a blink of an eye, the wound was gone!

Zhao Lin took a deep breath and didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing him so surprised, the monk surnamed Hu was quite proud, "How is it? Let me tell you, although this beast is ugly, its ability to recover is rare in the world."

Zhao Lin nodded silently, deeply convinced.

In addition to being amazed, I couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

With this kind of self-healing ability, if one day you encounter danger and are seriously injured, as long as you don't hurt your vitals, you can recover. No matter how you look at it, you are an excellent spirit.

It's a pity that there is only one grid left in the spirit beast map.

If you can't speed up your cultivation, no matter how good the spirit is, you can only reluctantly part with it.

"Brother Hu, how long can the pipa catfish live?"

"It's only two or three years. If it can live longer, then it's okay?"

It seems that the super recovery ability does not increase the lifespan...

Zhao Lin secretly sighed that it was a pity, and bid farewell to the senior brother surnamed Hu, planning to go to Songyu Peak for a stroll before it was dark.

"Okay, I'll send my junior brother ashore."

The monk surnamed Hu controlled the boat and rowed towards the shore.

Halfway through the boat, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in Zhao Lin's mind. He stared at the void for a moment, and hit his palm hard with his fist.

"Yes, that's it!"

(End of this chapter)