"The Taoist priest's name is Hoe. He came from the Jianmu Hall of the Taichu Palace. I have some quarrels with your master Fenhai, the old thief." The Taoist priest introduced himself with a smile that was almost invisible to the eyes.
Wei Yuan quickly saluted: "I've seen Master Hoe."
Wei Yuan's courtesy was thorough, his voice was sincere, his expression was solemn, and there was no flaw in his body from top to bottom.
Not to mention being able to get along with Fenhai Zhenren and still be alive and kicking. There are a few brushes that are advertised everywhere. The three words Jianmu Palace alone are very magical. Like Tiangong Palace, Wei Yuan has been thinking about it.
It's been a long time. Now that the real person is face to face, it means that you can't let it go... no, it offends you.
Wei Yuan was very polite on the surface, but he was thinking in his heart. He had a problem with Fen Hai, and he didn't know whether the veteran was beaten badly that day. Don't take it out on his junior. If you just want to beat him,
I can still bear the meal, but I am afraid that he will walk away in anger.
It's just that Master Chue He seemed to be honest and honest, but he could see through Wei Yuan's thoughts at a glance. He became displeased and asked: "Do you know why when it comes to Tianqing Palace, it is said to be one of the most powerful palaces? Why?
Will there be one of these?”
Wei Yuan said honestly: "This junior doesn't know."
Master Chuehe narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "That's because as long as I build the wooden palace, I can't even think of taking off this one!"
Wei Yuan was dumbfounded when he heard this. He never expected that a palace who made a living by farming could actually be on par with Tianqing Palace in terms of fighting? Even the farmers were dishonest.
However, Master Chuhe also felt that he was exaggerating a bit, and was a little embarrassed. He added: "Of course, we must also add the Temple of Creation, the Temple of Heavenly Secrets, and the Temple of Haotian."
Wei Yuan was doubtful. Except for Haotian Temple, the others didn't sound like they could fight.
Master Hohe's face sank, and he said coldly: "Why, you still don't believe it? Why don't you call your master and ask for it yourself! The poor Taoist has eight immortal swords, all of which are gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind and thunder. How can he not be harmonious?
Did he fight until both sides were injured? Did he ever take advantage?"
Wei Yuan was really surprised. What would a veteran who built a wooden palace do with eight immortal swords? The other ones were just fine. The Thunder Sword alone was considered the Immortal Base.
"Don't you have too many swords?"
Zhenhe Zhenhe said: "Not much, not much at all! Now you know that the old Taoist is not bragging, right? Your teacher also has four fairy swords, and he is already better than his master. When he achieves the Dharma, the old thief Fen Hai will have nothing to show for himself. Oh, you too
Are you a cultivator of immortal swords? How many do you have now?"
Aren't fairy swords more about quality than quantity? And when it comes to the number of fairy swords, Wei Yuan was a little speechless and hesitantly said: "Yeah, there are not many..."
Master Chuhe snorted loudly and said: "I originally thought you were a good young man, but I didn't expect you to be so unwilling to be down-to-earth! Just talk as much as you have, even if you have two, no one will laugh at you, I'm afraid
What? Tell the truth!"
Wei Yuan had no choice but to say: "This junior has a total of one...thousand and twenty-four immortal swords."
The old hoeer was twirling his beard and smiling when suddenly several strands of his beard broke.
Seeing that the old Taoist was no longer calm and was about to have an attack at any moment, Wei Yuan observed his words and quickly took out a bundle of fairy swords and said: "This is a small part."
The old Taoist opened his mouth, but he was at a loss for words. There was a breath in his chest, and he couldn't spit it out for a long time.
The old Taoist managed to force out a smile and said: "The quality of these fairy swords is a bit low, take out the good ones."
Wei Yuan looked ashamed: "These are the best. There are a few worse ones. Do you want to take a look?"
The old man opened his mouth again, but said nothing. After a while, he said: "No need. Oh, I'm not telling you, what's the use of all this garbage? A thousand pieces of garbage..."
The second half of the sentence suddenly disappeared.
Just because the old man suddenly remembered that a handful of rubbish can be said to be rubbish, but a thousand rubbish put together is not rubbish.
"Old Taoist, let's take a look at your fields first." The real person decided not to talk about this topic anymore.
When he walked into the field, Master Hoe suddenly seemed to be a different person. Sometimes he would squat down and caress the field seedlings, as tenderly as caressing the thighs of his lover. Sometimes he would talk to a few seedlings that were not growing well and keep encouraging them.
, as if they can really understand.
But the strange thing is that the seedlings that I talked to Lao Dao really became more vigorous and grew faster. And not just a little faster, but several times faster!
The old Taoist would occasionally stand up and look at the sky to see the direction of the surrounding earth veins and the direction of the wind. Sometimes he would dig up a piece of soil and look at it carefully, and even take a little of it and put it in his mouth to taste it.
They were busy for two whole moments, leaving Wei Yuan aside. Wei Yuan was not in a hurry, and just waited patiently. At this time, someone next to him said: "Master Wei, can we go in with Master to have a look?"
?”
Wei Yuan turned around and saw four monks, either Taoist or lay, standing nearby. Their Taoist powers were somewhat similar to those of Master Chue He, and they came from the same source.
Wei Yuan said with a smile: "Uncles, please help yourself."
The four of them immediately rushed into the field, and only the youngest one remembered to be polite and saluted Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan was watching from the sidelines and realized that the auras of these people were very similar to those of grass and trees. If he only used his spiritual consciousness, those with slightly poorer perception would regard them as ordinary grass and trees that can be seen everywhere. The deeper the cultivation level, the more likely they are.
The smell is closer to that of ordinary grass and trees.
Wei Yuan, the four disciples, could still distinguish them to some extent, but in Wei Yuan's perception, Zhenhe Zhenhe was completely like a small grass, the kind that could be seen everywhere. So Wei Yuan was unaware of his arrival. Finally, Master
After the disciples had finished looking at the entire field, Master Hohe returned to Wei Yuan and said, "Are there any other spiritual fields? Take me to see them."
The real person's face was full of joy when he went in, but his brows were furrowed when he came out. Wei Yuan was shocked when he saw it, but he didn't ask and took a few people to the medicine garden.
Master Chee He praised the wood spirit ginseng very much. When he stood in front of the star nightshade with platinum thread, he fell into deep thought. After a moment, he said: "The star nightshade is originally a middle-grade spiritual plant. From its discovery to
It has a history of more than 100,000 years and has rarely changed. But this one has acquired a trace of the fairy spirit of laurel from somewhere. It can be called the moon tree and nightshade, and it is a top-grade spiritual plant."
His eyes fell on another piece of black land, and he suddenly let out a sigh. He came to the edge of the land and sniffed hard. Shock slowly appeared on his face: "Did you add underworld here?"
"It's just a little added."
"Where did the underworld come from? Show me?"
Wei Yuan sensed that both Ji Liuli and Zhang Sheng nodded, so they had a handful of Netherland in their hands.
However, this handful of soil is not the one originally brought from the Youhan Realm. Instead, it is made up of a portion of the soil from the Youhan Realm mixed with nine parts of the soil generated from thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and is mixed evenly before it appears.
It is said that when stirring up soil, Wei Yuan always felt that he was missing a stick.
Seeing this handful of soil, Master Hoehe's expression changed again and again, and he took it carefully, feeling the power of eternal silence inside. After a long time, he said: "So that's it."
He looked at Wei Yuan and asked: "Why does your Dao foundation have the power of eternal silence in the underworld?"
Wei Yuan shook his head: "Disciple doesn't know."
“How many more manifestations of this underworld can there be?”
Wei Yuan estimated that if all were mixed according to the current proportions, the resulting soil would probably cover several hundred acres, so he said: "There is still some left."
Master Hoe He grabbed a handful of dark soil and asked: "How many others are there? How many pieces of land like this can be paved?"
"Three yuan." Wei Yuan originally wanted to answer one yuan, but after thinking about giving Sun Yu dozens of kilograms, he changed his mind and said three yuan.
Master Chuhe immediately said: "Find a place for me to live, I won't leave!"
Wei Yuan was overjoyed and immediately arranged the summit. But the real man shook his head after seeing it, and finally just picked a piece of land next to the rice field and asked a few disciples to build houses.
"Why did you choose this place? Isn't the Medicine Garden better?" Wei Yuan asked.
"Although the level of the spiritual plants in the medicine garden is high, the number is too small, and the spiritual energy is not enough for my few disciples to cultivate. But it is different here. There are thousands of acres of spiritual fields, and the spiritual energy has gathered into a stream. Besides,
If you do it well here, it will be a great merit."
Wei Yuan didn't understand, so he asked, "Please ask the real person to teach me."
Master Chehe said: "Those elixirs are only for oligarchs, but the rice in front of you can be eaten by everyone, and it is also the key for mortals to transform into mortal bodies, cast bodies and practice. The vast majority of mortals are not unable to practice, but
You can’t eat spiritual food. There is a saying you may not like to hear. For an experienced Taoist, instead of growing a few spiritual ginseng plants and a few more nightshade nightshades in your garden, it is better to find a way to harvest the rice in these fields.
Increase it by 10%. Let more people transcend the mortal world and become immortals. This will be a contribution to heaven and earth."
Wei Yuan sincerely admired him: "A true man of great righteousness!"
Chuhe suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said: "The other Skystar nightshade, the one planted in the underworld, needs to be guarded. That one has probably brushed against the edge of the fairy tree!"
After everyone in the Jianmu Hall was settled, Wei Yuan returned to the main peak and came to see Zhang Sheng. After the usual greetings, Wei Yuan asked: "Master Chuehe said that he has eight immortal swords, and he can fight with Master Fenhai."
Reply, is this really the case?"
Zhang Sheng was still looking at the history book and said calmly: "Listen to his nonsense! In addition to the thunder sword, you can also look at it, but the other swords are vulgar. How can you rival your master with these swords? But Jianmu Palace still has
Raise spiritual beasts, and there are also many kinds of spiritual plants that eat meat. Therefore, when fighting with people in the Jianmu Temple, they will often release a large group of spiritual beasts, and then swarm them. That old Taoist can fight to a draw with your master because he has
Two Dharma-level spiritual beasts.”
I see.
At this time, Zhang Sheng was sitting in front of the window, holding a book in his hand. The sunlight came in through the window and fell on his hand, stirring up a jade-like halo.
Wei Yuan suddenly discovered that the teacher's hands were slender, white, moist and strong. In terms of the beauty of bones, skin and flesh, and the beauty of spirit, they were not inferior to Baoyun and Ji Liuli in any way.
It was also this hand that wielded the sword to cut off the snow eagle in the northern region and saved Wei Yuan. At that time, blood gushed out from between the fingers, like red plums and white snow.
At that time, Wei Yuan felt in a daze that this hand was so beautiful.
He suddenly wanted to touch it.
Chapter completed!