From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 128 Six One Divine Mud
The eaves of the Taoist temple gleamed golden in the sunshine after the rain, and the lingering scent of incense in the incense burner in front of the door was intertwined with the smell of moist soil in the mountains.

Qi Qiansu was very surprised when he heard that Li Yang and Chi Yanhong wanted to refine the sword pill. He had just finished refining the sword pill and was about to store it in his dantian, but he didn't expect that the two from Baiyun Mountain were already thinking about taking it a step further.

"Based on Baiyun Mountain's strength, refining the sword pill should not be difficult, right?" Qi Qiansu looked at the two of them doubtfully. As the saying goes, the sun and the moon determine yin and yang, the Baiyun Mountain Sun Essence Wheel and Moon Essence Wheel have long been passed down as myths within the Taoist Alliance.

"The refining method of the sword pill is different from that of our sect, and each sword pill requires materials with specific properties to be refined. Although Baiyun Mountain has some reserves, it is still a bit stretched to gather them all."

Qi Qiansu was already overjoyed when he got the sword pill. With his innate realm, he had never considered refining the sword pill at this stage. After hearing what the two said, he began to have some ideas in his mind.

"I wonder if Qingcheng Mountain and the Dao Alliance can help you in any way?"

When Li Yang saw that Lao Qi was so knowledgeable, his face lit up with joy, knowing that he would have a sure success in refining the sword pill this time.

"One, we want to exchange materials with the Dao League or the government. Currently, we need rare and precious irons with ice and fire attributes. If there are any related to spiritual power, we can also exchange them."

"Another thing is that we want to exchange the true fire and furnace for training weapons in the Taoist Alliance."

According to the information Li Yang and Chi Yanhong obtained from the sword pill, in order to refine the sword pill into a mature sword weapon, they need to find the right time and place, assisted by real fire and refining furnace.

The two were not sure what the refining furnace mentioned by the Nanming School was, but they estimated that it could be replaced by a Taoist alchemy furnace.

In Taoism, the alchemy furnace is not an ordinary furnace, nor is it made of fine iron.

In Taoism, the material for casting alchemy furnaces is called "Liuyi Mud". Liuyi Mud was also called divine mud in ancient times. Unfortunately, since ancient alchemists regarded the production of Liuyi Mud as a secret, the production method can no longer be verified.

The production process of Liuyi mud is unknown. It is only mentioned in Ge Hong's "Baopuzi·Jindan" chapter: "Use realgar water, alum water, Rong salt, brine salt, alum, oyster, red stone, talc, and Hu powder, each weighing dozens of pounds, to make Liuyi mud (seal it)."

It can be made in this way. The Liuyi Mud produced is also called Xiao Liuyi Mud. Its function is far different from the real Liuyi Mud. Before in Mount Emei, the official had used this kind of Xiao Liuyi Mud to firmly seal the Blood Demon.

Therefore, if one wants to find a truly effective alchemy furnace now, one can only see if the ancestors of the Taoist Alliance with a long tradition of Dharma have left something behind.

Qi Qiansu thought for a moment and replied: "The material problem should be solved, but the ancient alchemy furnace and the true fire are a bit troublesome. I need to ask the other Taoist priests."

"If there is a Taoist priest willing to lend it, Baiyun Mountain will reward him handsomely. There are still some spiritual fruits left for Taoist priest Zheng on Baiyun Mountain." Li Yang immediately agreed.

Li Yang was not in a hurry. If the Taoist Alliance couldn't find something like the alchemy furnace, it would be extremely difficult to find one within China.

"Master Li is willing to do so."

A 30% chance of innate fortune is enough to drive those Taoist priests crazy.

Immediately, Qi Qiansu arranged for Li Yang and Chi Yanhong to stay in Qingcheng Mountain, while he himself went to take care of the matters concerning the alchemy furnace and the true fire.
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Qingcheng Mountain, Hospital.

After taking the medicine and some second-level spiritual rice, Xu Yihe's pretty face finally regained some color.

Since the Qinghe rice of the Buddhist sect in Mount Wutai has just been cultivated and has not yet been planted on a large scale, the rice that Qingcheng Mountain and the government can currently eat is basically the Bailing rice traded with Baiyun Mountain.

The official name of Baiyun Mountain’s second-grade spiritual rice is Bai Ling Rice. The first-grade spiritual rice has not been circulated and is named Yue Ling Rice within Baiyun Mountain.

Xu Yihe was also fortunate enough to taste a small bowl of rice soup at the Xu family. At that time, the elders of the Xu family distributed the rice soup, in which there were almost no rice grains, to the younger generations like a treasure. The taste has been unforgettable to Xu Yihe to this day.

But it happened only that time, and never again.

So at this moment, Xu Yihe looked at Wang Shuhuan in front of him with a complicated expression.

"Thank you, did you save me?"

Ever since Wang Shuhuan obtained the sword pill in Fangshan, his status in the official and Taoist alliance has risen again, and he can get a share of the spiritual rice.

At this moment he was a little embarrassed: "It's okay, I just saw you fainted at the entrance of Tianshi Temple, so I carried you back."

Xu Yihe suddenly stood up and stared at Wang Shuhuan for a long time, until the teenager avoided his eyes, then he burst into laughter.

"I recognized you. When that Wanzi was about to cut off my arm on Fangshan Mountain, you saved me, right?"

The laughter and the distance made Wang Shuhuan unconsciously take a step back, but when he heard that Xu Yihe recognized him, he suddenly felt a little happy for some reason.

"What's your name?"

"Wang...Wang Shuhuan."

"Oh, I know you. You are the sword master who fled when facing the blood demon, right?"

Xu Yihe's eyebrows curved, but Wang Shuhuan felt a little more anxious in his heart, and he refuted in a panic: "No, I wanted to fight the blood demon to death at that time, but my mother tricked me down from the mountain."

"Hey, I don't believe it. If you don't want to leave, how could your mother deceive you?"

"Really? I'm not lying to you. I even wrote a suicide note!"

"Then you are stupid. You only listen to your mother."

Wang Shuhuan grumbled, a little surprised: "Isn't it normal to listen to your mother?"

"Humph, I won't listen!"

After saying this, Xu Yihe pulled out the needle from his hand, stood up and wanted to put on his shoes: "Brother Wang Shuhuan, thank you for your spiritual rice. When I become an immortal in the future, I will definitely return your spiritual rice to you."

"The doctor said you can't be discharged from the hospital yet." Wang Shuhuan wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare to touch Xu Yihe.

"I don't even listen to my mother, so how can I listen to a doctor? Help me up! I want to continue my apprenticeship!"

"Ah, you still want to become my disciple? Haven't you been kneeling for several days?"

"With sincerity, even metal and stone can be moved. I believe there will always be an old immortal who will recognize my talent and accept me as his disciple!" Xu Yihe wanted to encourage herself, but when she thought of what Qi Qiansu had said to her, her voice became softer and softer.

Xu Yihe thought for a long time, fixing his eyes on the somewhat sluggish Wang Shuhuan in front of him. "As the former sword master, you have been in Qingcheng Mountain for so long. Do you know any Taoist priests who want to take in disciples?"

Wang Shuhuan thought for a moment, then looked up at Xu Yihe and said, "No."

"What about your master?"

"I don't have a master..."

"How come you're doing even worse than me? You've been in the mountains for so long and still haven't succeeded in becoming a disciple?" Xu Yihe slapped his forehead, feeling that his chances of becoming a disciple were becoming increasingly slim.

Wang Shuhuan did not lie, he really did not have a master. Because of his identity as the Sword Master, he had access to all the classics in Qingcheng Mountain. Qi Qiansu and a group of Qi Ling masters had taken turns to teach him, but they had never established a master-disciple relationship.

The Blood Demon was done, and his identity as the Sword Master was taken away. Although he was not as respected in Qingcheng Mountain, he still lived a stable life. Later, he obtained the Sword Pill in Fangshan, and his cultivation level increased smoothly to Qi Ling. Those old Taoists, who were Qi Ling themselves, did not dare to accept him as their apprentice.

As for the only innate Qi Qiansu, he had no intention of accepting any disciples.

Xu Yihe didn't know all this. He just thought that Wang Shuhuan also had no one to become his disciple, and he felt a sense of sympathy when looking at him.

"You are not doing well either, but you still give spiritual rice to everyone you meet. Are you stupid?"

Xu Yihe poked Wang Shuhuan on the forehead.

But soon, Xu Yihe became pessimistic again: "What should I do? If I fail to become your disciple, I will be caught again soon. If I am caught, my life will be completely ruined."

"Why do you insist on becoming my disciple?"

"Little brother, you won't understand even if I tell you. I'm doing this for my own life values ​​and pursuits." Xu Yihe paused: "Of course, I don't need to become a disciple. It would be fine if I were a congenital master like the leader of the Taoist Alliance or killed the blood demon with one sword like the one in Baiyun Mountain."

"What a pity! If I don't become your disciple, how can this young and invincible beautiful girl become a master?"

Wang Shuhuan scratched his head, as if he could empathize with Xu Yihe's troubles.

"It won't work on Qingcheng Mountain. Why don't you try somewhere else?"

"It's even worse if I worship a cult master. If I worship a cult master, my mother will kill me for the sake of justice, not to mention my ideal life." Xu Yihe waved his fist in anger: "If I want to worship, I have to worship a reputable and upright sect!"

"I didn't say to worship a cult. You can try... Baiyun Mountain."

"Well, that's a good point. Do you think I don't want to? Is it because I don't want to? That's Baiyun Mountain. I can't even enter the mountain gate!"

Wang Shuhuan looked at Xu Yihe strangely: "Why do we want to enter the mountain gate? The two people from Baiyun Mountain are now on Qingcheng Mountain..."

Seeing Xu Yihe's silent and thoughtful expression, Wang Shuhuan asked tentatively: "How about giving it a try?"

Xu Yihe thought of Chi Yanhong whom he met at the gate of Tianshi Temple. After hesitating for a long time, he nodded heavily: "Let's give it a try! It's nothing more than a little loss of face."

"If I really join Baiyun Mountain, the Guangyue Tian family and all the family interests will be chopped off!"

Looking at Xu Yihe's neck raised like a swan, Wang Shuhuan blushed.

However, the first guest who visited Li Yang that night was not Xu Yihe, but Zheng Zhaoyuan, who looked ready to die.

Zheng Zhaoyuan sat in front of the stone table and bowed to Li Yang and Chi Yanhong in shame.

"I thought my determination to seek the truth was as firm as a rock, but I didn't expect that when I heard the 70% chance of death in broad daylight, I still hesitated. I am really ashamed."

"Thank you for the opportunity today, which has allowed me to have a glimpse of the majestic scenery of the innate. I came here tonight to say goodbye to you, Li Daoist. Tomorrow I will fight for the 30% chance of death."

Li Yang looked at the resolute Zheng Zhaoyuan, and he was in a trance after sighing: "Friend Zheng Daoyou once said that if I see bones in the depths of the clouds in the future, I will ask me to be the one to bury them."

"But now, I am afraid that my time as a bone burial person will be delayed for a long time."

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Li Yang and Chi Yanhong smiled at each other.

Although what Li Yang said about the 30% success rate was true, he just wanted to test Zheng Zhaoyuan's determination to seek the truth.

If there is no interference from external forces, the success rate is naturally 30%, but Li Yang naturally has other things to help increase the success rate.

As they spoke, Li Yang and Chi Yanhong took out a small jar of Baiyun Li and a box of spiritual rice that they had prepared long ago.

"This is the Baiyun Li recently produced in Baiyun Mountain. Taoist priest, drink a small cup at a time for three days in a row. It is a holy product for replenishing qi and blood.

This box is Moon Spirit Rice, which is one level higher than the Bai Ling Rice I exchanged with you before. When you go back, take this small box of Moon Spirit Rice in three days. After three days, your body will be nourished to an extreme state. When you take the spiritual fruit at that time, you will have a 60% success rate. "

Even if he failed, Li Yang would not panic. He was confident that he could save Zheng Zhaoyuan who failed to break through.

The exchange of the alchemy furnace and the true fire was imminent, and Li Yang did not want to ruin his reputation, so he had to take the opportunity to promote the names of Hongguo and Baiyunli.

Zheng Zhaoyuan burst into tears and bowed again and again before taking the Baiyunli and Yuelingmi and going down the mountain.

Li Yang stood at the gate and looked at Zheng Zhaoyuan's hunched figure in the mountains, muttering in a low voice:

"If you can understand the mysteries with just a few words, why do we need thousands of chapters of alchemy manuals?

If people are not burdened by their physical form, then the Daluo Heaven will be before their eyes..."

"Take care, fellow Taoist"

I had something to do at home today, so I only updated 5k words. I’m very sorry. I will definitely update more in two days!
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