Nine Netherworld Demon Subduing Record

"Integrate the Dharma into the meridians...condense the medicine into the elixir...use the body as the cauldron..." Fu Qing walked along the road, occasionally conjuring a leaf in his hand.

In secluded places, Fu Qing would occasionally test his abilities.

However, regarding the method of integrating the Dharma into the meridians, even after testing it for a long time, Fu Qing did not feel any signs of growth.

However, he could vaguely sense his spiritual veins. If he carefully felt them, he could clearly see the thin threads in his body that were slowly glowing in his left hand.

It had a strange golden hue, and Fu Qing didn't quite understand why the power he obtained from the Nine Netherworlds and from that demon would be this color.

Moreover, as he used his power, he quickly discovered some problems.

That is, one's abilities are not unlimited, and they are slowly consuming the power within one's spiritual veins.

Fu Qing could clearly sense that the light in his spiritual veins was slowly dimming as he used his power.

Since acquiring this method, Fu Qing has only used it about twenty times before feeling some soreness in his arms.

Although as time went by, Fu Qing could feel himself slowly recovering.

"It seems that if something really happens, I need to be more careful. I really can't put all my eggs in one basket."

And that's not all the biggest problem right now.

Fu Qing pinched the few silver coins in his sleeve pocket. According to the teachings, he could condense medicine into pills, but he didn't know how.

He was indeed willing to give it a try, but after entering the shop and asking the clerk the price, he was still somewhat surprised to hear that the price was twenty coins per plant, equivalent to one-fifth of a jade coin.

After reluctantly buying one plant, Fu Qing now only has two jade coins and ninety copper coins left.

The other expense was the gift I bought this morning.

After buying it, he carefully wrapped the elixir and listened to the shopkeeper explain that it had a miraculous effect on healing injuries. Fu Qing had never used herbs from this world before and didn't know how effective these strange flowers and herbs were.

But Fu Qing didn't take it seriously. If it really worked that well, then everyone would have a dose, and any minor ailment would be cured after taking it. That would be worth far more than twenty jade coins.

The male prostitute who dispensed the medicine inquired whether he was a Taoist master of the cauldron of medicine. After Fu Qing nodded, the prostitute said that he could integrate the medicinal properties into Taoist magic, which would have unexpected effects.

Fu Qing felt that the young man asked the question because he seemed unhurried and hesitant, his eyes darting back and forth in front of the spiritual medicine. He didn't seem like an ordinary person buying medicine to treat illness, but he also didn't seem like a Taoist master who was only there to refine the medicinal properties.

That's why Fu Qing bought this elixir.

But if the effect is really good, then I will inevitably consume a lot of spiritual medicine in the future. The cost of spiritual medicine and weapons is a lot of money.

This leads to the second problem: lack of money.

According to the General Affairs Department's salary, even if Fu Qing lived frugally for a year, he wouldn't have much left.

"Looks like I still need to find a way to make money."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but fall silent. He originally wanted to become a Taoist master and go to the Nine Netherworlds, but now he was still worrying about money.

Hearing that some Daoist masters going to the Nine Netherworlds would choose to travel with the Medicine Cauldron Daoist, Fu Qing felt that he obviously did not have that opportunity. Firstly, he was not yet fully familiar with his own abilities. Moreover, he had only encountered the Black-Faced Ghost, which brought him considerable psychological pressure. If he were to actually face such a demon, it would be a question whether he could calmly use his abilities.

With that thought in mind, Fu Qing returned to the Imperial Household Department.

Qi Feng was quite attentive, arriving at the library early to wait for him.

"Brother Fu, you seem different today."

"Perhaps it's because you've become a Daoist Master that you have this feeling," Fu Qing thought to himself.

Qi Feng learned quickly; in just a few days, he could apply what he learned to other simple characters.

For example, Fu Qing told him that characters with the radical for "earth" are generally related to soil, earth, or buildings, and he learned to recognize many of them without a teacher by following this method.

After finishing his work, Qi Feng was too embarrassed to bother Fu Qing any longer. He only asked a few questions before taking the dictionary back with him.

Fu Qing simply tidied up the books that Grandma Yu had copied today and returned them to the bookshelf.

Grandma Yu wasn't there at the moment; she usually went out around noon.

Today was supposed to be Fu Qing's day off, but he felt embarrassed because he had been absent from work for various reasons these past few days and cleaned for a while longer.

While I was cleaning, it sounded like someone was shouting outside.

Fu Qing was puzzled. He put down the broom in his hand and went out the door, only to see a very strange mechanical car outside.

The mechanical vehicle was made entirely of wood and brass, but it looked quite old, with the brass components covered in green rust.

On the frame was something resembling a box, except that the box was integrated with the frame, with several latches in the center, interlocking tightly.

Surrounding the mechanical vehicle were four armored officers, one of whom was the bearded man they had met in the tavern that day.

"Hey, it's you, young man. I didn't expect you to be in charge of the library now. Where's Old Zhang?" The burly man spat out a blade of grass from his mouth and laughed loudly when he saw Fu Qing come out.

Old Zhang was the previous official in Fuqing. He returned to his hometown not long ago, and it seems he knew the big man.

Fu Qing hurried down the stairs to greet him.

"So it's the officer from that day. I'm so sorry for not greeting you sooner. Old Zhang went back to his hometown not long ago, and I'm taking over his shift now." Fu Qing bowed to the group, and the others simply smiled and nodded before going about their own business.

"But I wonder what brings you all to this library..."

The burly man patted the mechanical vehicle and said, "We came to deliver this, and we've delivered it safely. We'll just have to trouble you to carry it upstairs, young man. We still have a mission to complete, so we can't stay any longer."

"This is……?"

Seeing Fu Qing's puzzled look, the big man's hand revealed subtle patterns. He then tapped the bolt, and the lock opened automatically, revealing what was inside.

Those were the lacquered boxes that Fu Qing had moved to the third floor earlier; the four boxes were neatly arranged on the car.

The official gestured with his chin toward Fu Qingyi and said, "Mr. Murong should have told you the rules."

As soon as Fu Qing saw the box, he knew what rule he was referring to.

"Understood, no peeking without permission." Fu Qing smiled and asked no more questions.

The burly man placed all the lacquered boxes on the ground, then gathered the people around him. One of them held up a corner of the mechanical vehicle and said to him, "Young man, thank you for your help. We'll be going now."

Fu Qing bid farewell to the officials, secretly lamenting his predicament.

Each of these boxes weighs about 80 pounds, which is equivalent to Fu Qing carrying four people up twelve floors.

"I almost forgot, I haven't asked Grandma Yu how she obtained permission to look at the books in this box."

But since things had come to this, we had no choice but to move...

It wasn't until sunset that Fu Qing finally sat down next to the last box.

"finally……"

As he picked up Grandma Yu's palm-leaf fan to fan himself, his gaze swept over the lacquered box.

"Um?……"

Fu Qing stared at the pattern on the lock and suddenly realized that the pattern was somewhat similar to a spiritual vein, spreading from left to right.

On the left side of the lock is a tiny white dot.

"Could this be unlocked using Taoist magic?"

Fu Qing looked puzzled, turned his body to the side, and touched the white dot with two fingers of his left hand. A thought struck him.

"Click!" When he removed his hand from the box, the lock, which had no key, opened by itself.