Nightfall Chapter 11: Small porcelain bottle
"Waste! Scum!"
"Get out!"
In the depths of Xiling, in the cliffs covered by green vines, husky curses full of spitefulness and violent aura sounded. The curses were sharp and unpleasant, like a sword that can pierce countless layers of armor, and for some reason. , Was tightly sealed off around the cliff, without leaking a trace to the outside world.
The green vines were in a sudden chaos, and a figure swept out from the deep cave, and fell heavily on the stone flat. It was a young man in an old robe. I don’t know how long it took. He finally regained his consciousness. He climbed up with difficulty and helped the ivy on the cliff next to him to cough painfully, and blood spattered from his lips. After coming out, he dyed the front of the robe red in a short while, looking extremely miserable.
The Taoist is naturally Longqing. He grabbed the ivy and rested for a while, confirming that the injury was not serious, walked to the edge of the cliff, picked up the bucket, picked up the bag, and continued to the caves above the cliff. There was no fear or spite in his calm eyes. He didn't even look back at the deep cave at all.
Climbing this ivy-covered cliff every day these days and dealing with the seriously injured veterans in the cave, he deeply felt the grumpy and terrifying temper of these abnormal people.
I have been humiliated more often, naturally numb, and injured more often. I have become more aware of the difference in strength between the veteran Taoist priest and the old Taoist priest. There is no resentment and revenge.
The disabled veteran Taoists in the cave do not have any good looks towards Long Qing, they can be said to be screaming, beating and scolding as they please, but they know that if they want to know the news in time and keep in touch with the outside world, They couldn't kill Long Qing directly, so they still had a sense of measure, which made Long Qing miserable without affecting his actions.
It's just that there are a lot of caves in the cliff, and there are many disabled veterans. Everyone thinks that he has a sense of measure, and they don't know where to go when they are in one place. Long Qing suffered no serious injuries in each cave. But adding up so many days and so many caves, the injury is still getting heavier day by day.
Because of injury. Long Qing's movements were much slower, and when he returned to the Taoist temple after a day's work, it was almost dusk. The warm and fiery sunset illuminates the simple Taoist temple from the end of the Xiling Mountains. He stood in front of the thatched cottage by the lake, looking at the beautiful scenery without any expression on his face.
The middle-aged Taoist walked slowly beside him and looked at the lake in the twilight, without explaining to him the identity of the old Taoist in the cave. Instead, he said calmly: "The more beautiful the scenery, the fewer people there will be."
Long Qing salutes the middle-aged Taoist and asks: "Master, are there always so few people in Guanli?"
From Nanhai to Zhishouguan, except for the three uncles. Long Qing didn't see anyone else, and the simple and beautiful Taoist temple was always shrouded in silence.
"Ten years ago. When Pippi and the little girl were still there. Guanli was a lot of fun, but then everyone left, and Ye Su only came back occasionally. Guanli inevitably became lonely. Some."
The middle-aged Taoist said: "But I heard that the little girl has inherited the seat of the Judgment God. The Guangming and the Oracle God will probably have to change, so in some time. The temple will be lively for a few days."
The head teacher of the Xiling Temple and the three great priests, as well as the Datang State Master and figures like Master Yan Se, need to be baptized by Haotian in the Zhishou Temple before they can be awarded the position of great priest. Long Qing knew this allusion, only thinking that Ye Hongyu had come this far, his expression inevitably a little confused.
"The sacred place in the heart of Taoist disciples, the unknowable place in the legend of the spiritual world, but the result is such a simple and even quiet to boring Taoism. Is it a little different from your imagination?"
Long Qing shook his head and said: "Since it is unknowable, I can't imagine it. I can only know it by seeing it with my own eyes... No, even if I live here, I don't necessarily know."
The middle-aged Taoist smiled and looked at him and said, "It’s good to understand this. I know that Shouguan is a place outside the world, so it can be simple, quiet, or even lonely, if you really think what you see in your eyes The view of Zhishou is Zhishou, and that is foolishness."
"The Taoists living in that mountain are Zhishou Guan. Xiling Temple is Zhishou Guan. Guan Master is Zhi Shou Guan, you and I are Zhi Shou Guan, the whole Taoist is Zhi Shou Guan, as long as you are The places where the sky shines are all Zhi Shou Guan. Before you came to Zhi Shou Guan, you were already in Zhi Shou Guan."
The middle-aged Taoist sentence seems a bit profound, but Long Qing understood the first sentence at least.
Be aware that the disabled veteran Taoists living in the cave are unknown in the world, but the realm of cultivation is extremely terrifying. Some of them have obviously passed the five realms and become saints in the legends of the scriptures. It is really hard to imagine its greatness.
"I know very well how terrible the old guys living in the cave are. Since they are injured, you don’t need to endure it forcibly. Although this is really good for your mental motivation, it is detrimental to the Tao. It will eventually become an obstacle to practice in the future. Later you go to the pharmacy to dispense some medicine by yourself."
The middle-aged Taoist looked at him and said.
Long Qing seemed to remember something accidentally, and asked: "Uncle Master, when I was sorting the medicine storehouse a few days ago, I saw a medicine pot. I wonder if I can use it?"
The middle-aged Taoist showed an expression of appreciation in his eyes, and said: "It seems that you have gained something from practicing Shazijuan, and your mind is not deceived by those complicated exercises. You can actually notice the records in the corner. With the method of refining medicine, probably this is your blessing. If you want to use the medicine pot, use it, and wash it afterwards."
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The medicine storehouse of Zhishouguan is not on the lakeside, but on a cliff to the west. It is a two-story temple building. The beams and columns are carved with complicated runes, painted with gorgeous patterns, and a clear breath. The taste of expensive is more like the main temple of Taoism compared with the thatched houses on the lakeside where the seven-volume scriptures are enshrined.
In front of the Medicine Palace is a large meadow of gentle slopes, and below the gentle slopes is a cliff. The cliffs are so deep that they can’t climb even the apes, and ordinary humans can’t come here, even those with amazing strength in the world. Major practitioners can climb this cliff, but they will also be instantly killed by the hidden formation in the meadow.
Long Qing looked at the burning meadow shrouded in the twilight, feeling those looming terrifying forces, turned around and walked towards the Medicine Palace after a moment of silence. He was holding an old big iron ring with many seemingly ordinary keys, but without these keys, he would never have been able to enter the Medicine Hall.
The door of the Medicine Palace slowly opened, revealing a vast space that was completely inconsistent with the appearance of the temple. The rows of array frames stretched out to the depths of the temple, which seemed to be miles away, with no end in sight.
Countless rare drugs and pharmaceutical raw materials are placed on the array shelf, and various pharmaceutical materials have corresponding arrays to provide them with suitable ventilation conditions and a warm and humid environment.
These medicines and materials are hard to see in the world, and there are even many kinds of them that have been marked as vacancies in the Xiling Church. If they flow into the world, I am afraid that they will attract countless practitioners to **** them. However, here, these rare medicine materials Because there are so many types, they seem so ordinary, they are randomly placed on the array shelf, and it seems that they have been placed for many years, and no one pays attention to them for many years.
It’s hard to imagine, but it’s easy to understand. Whether it is the emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty or the monarch of the Song Kingdom, he must bow before the Xiling Temple. Whether he is poor or rich, he must dedicate his wealth to the Xiling Temple. , This is if the wealth and resources of this world are all owned by the Xiling Temple.
In the words of Master Liansheng, Xiling Temple is a group of dogs raised by Zhishou Guan. Xiling Temple searches for all the wealth and resources in the world. In addition to maintaining the Taoist rule over the world, the most precious of them are of course sent to Zhi Shou Guan, in this sense, what the middle-aged Taoist said earlier was not wrong. The world shrouded in Haotian's glory is Zhi Shou Guan, except for the kingdom called Tang.
Long Qing is responsible for cleaning and tidying up the entire Zhishou Temple these days, and every day he comes to the medicine hall to select the medicines needed by the terrifying old Taoists in the cave. He is very familiar with this place, so it is not like the first time he came in. Shocked, he took the key and walked into the depths of the hall, not even looking at the drugs on both sides.
Living in Jinshan Yuhai all day, anyone can develop this state of mind, but when Longqing walked to the deepest part of the Medicine Hall and walked to the hollow sandalwood door, his expression still became solemn .
Behind the hollow sandalwood door is the most important part of the Medicine Hall. It contains some of the most precious materials and medicines. He didn't have the key to this door before, and he had never entered.
The medicine cauldron that Long Qing needed was outside the door. He saw it through the wooden door a few days ago. Today, he tentatively asked him, but he got the permission of his uncle.
He found the simplest key on the big iron ring and inserted it into the lock. Only a slight click was heard, and the sandalwood door slowly opened.
Long Qing walked in and began to look for the medicine materials he needed. Most of the medicine he was preparing to refine was in the main hall, but the two most important materials should be cherished here. So his expression is very cautious, even a little nervous.
The medicine he is preparing to refine is called the sitting ground pill in the book of the book of heaven. In addition to curing the wounds left by the old Taoists these days, it is more important to allow him to be forcibly repaired by the master The snow-capped mountains and the sea are repeatedly stable, in other words this pill can make his practice more smoothly.
A pill capable of such an effect is of course extremely precious. In the records of Xiling's teachings, it has even been described as a supreme spirit pill for healing the bones. Long Qing never imagined that he would have the opportunity to make it by himself. This kind of medicine, so his nervousness at this time is understandable.
Suddenly, the tension on Long Qing's face was replaced by shock.
He didn't find the medicinal materials needed to refine Zuodidan, but among those bottles and cans, he saw a crystal clear small porcelain bottle that was fired from unknown materials.
A very faint medicinal fragrance came out of the small porcelain bottle.
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