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In fact, there are not many things in the secret room, just a big cabinet.

In the drawers in the cabinet, there are precious Chinese medicinal materials stored densely. Things like ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, Polygonum multiflorum, etc. are stacked in small boxes like ordinary cabbage.

Of course, Qi Xiang also knew that these precious medicinal materials such as ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum can only be said to be of good quality, but they are far inferior to the century-old wild ginseng in Changbai Mountain that Jun Bufu gave him. However, as auxiliary medicinal materials for alchemy, these Chinese medicinal materials are also competent enough.

Qi Xiang carefully examined the medicinal materials, nodded quite satisfied, and then turned around and asked, "Where is the main medicine?"

“Here…”

Jun Bufu walked to the medicine cabinet and didn't know where he pressed it, but he saw a black gap breaking in the middle of the medicine cabinet.

Jun Bufu reached out his hand and carefully held out a jar in the gap. The jar was pitch black all over and seemed to be able to absorb light. The light shone through it and did not refract any light at all.

If Jun Bufu hadn't held it with both hands, there was a band of jars. I'm afraid Qi Xiang would have thought the jar was invisible at first glance, and Jun Bufu was playing with the air.

At the right time, Jun Bufu put the jar on the table next to him, then took a step back and said softly: "Master, this is the main medicine for alchemy. Please appreciate it!"

Qi Xiang's expression turned solemn, she walked over slowly, then reached out and touched the jar. At this moment, he felt a biting coldness coming from his fingertips.

"sharp……"

The pain of needle stabbing Qi Xiang pulled her hands like an electric shock, and sighed sincerely: "Is the cold spring water in the altar?"

"That's right, the water of the cold spring that has lasted for thousands of years."

Jun Buddled with the heavy lifting and said according to the truth: "I searched hard in Tianshan for more than three months. Only after the guidance of a master, I found a cold spring that had been exhausted and then got the jar of water back."

"Not bad. Not bad, very good." Qi Xiang praised it. Even through the jar, he could still notice the cold air contained in the cold spring and the traces of spiritual energy.

"By the way, what else is there?"

Qi Xiang paused and continued to ask: "That thing is also the key. Without it, this pill cannot be refined."

Jun Bufu hurriedly said, "Master, something else is also in the jar."

"Hmm?" Qi Xiang was stunned, then thought of something, and immediately smiled and said, "It's not bad, I have a brain. Two things can be considered complementary and together, and they can nourish each other."

"I have to be guided by others to understand this." Jun Bufu asked, "Master, do you want to open an official position to see?"

"Forget it..." Qi Xiang waved her hand and said, "I won't look at it anymore. Anyway, you should know. What quality of the main medicine is, it determines the success or failure of the elixir. I believe I won't fool it casually."

"However, even if the main and auxiliary drugs are complete, there is still a key medium."

Qi Xiang pondered: "If there is no such medium, I will only have 50% of my confidence in the success of alchemy. If there is that medium, it can be increased to 80%."

When Jun Bufu heard this, he was surprised and happy and asked quickly: "Master, what medium are you talking about?"

"Yin land, a piece of Yin land. A piece of Yin energy surrounds." Qi Xiang said in a deep voice: "Refining elixirs in places with rich Yin energy can increase the chance of becoming elixirs."

"What?" Jun Bufu was stunned: "Silent land?"

"What is Yindi?"

Jun Bufu was a little confused. Or he explained it a little, but he was not sure.

"Well. How do you say it..." Qi Xiang thought about it before explaining: "Similar to Mangshan outside Luoyang City is the real Yin land."

"Mingshan?" Jun Bufu seemed surprised. Of course, he knew very well what Mingshan existed.

Born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and buried in Beimeng, this is a widely circulated proverb. It can be said that since the Eastern Han Dynasty, Mangshan has become the first choice for the death of emperors and powerful men in all dynasties.

From the Eastern Han Dynasty to the present, it has a history of at least two thousand years. In these two thousand years, the tombs buried on Ranmang Mountain may be similar to the stars in the sky, countless, and it is impossible to sort out clearly.

In the Tang Dynasty, the number of tombs in Mangshan became the subject of repeated sings by poets. Throughout the Tang Dynasty, poems about Mangshan were everywhere.

The ancients said that a person was poor and used to describe it as a place without standing cone. However, when there were many tombs in Mangshan, the word used was a place with almost no cows. To some extent, it is also a fact.

Not to mention lying in the cow, as long as you walk around Mangshan, no one can guarantee whether there are ancient tombs from the previous dynasty under the land you are stepping on. There are too many tombs, called Yindi, and it is not uncommon.

"Master, do you have to refine alchemy in Mangshan?"

Just because he knew the situation in Mangshan, Jun Bufu was both surprised and puzzled, and couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"Because this pill is weird."

Qi Xiang said bluntly: "Although I don't know what kind of pill this is, judging from the properties of the pill recipe, it should be related to Yin God. It seems to have the effects of nourishing souls, nourishing yin and replenishing spirits. It is probably made for Xuan Cultivation."

"cough!"

You Bubu let down the voice of Nasty and suddenly fell silent.

Qi Xiang had no intention of exploring it, and said to himself: "When refining such elixirs is also very important for the choice of environment. If the environment is similar to the elixir properties, the success rate will definitely increase."

"Hey, after all, we are still unprofessional alchemists."

Qi Xiang suddenly shook his head and sighed: "Think about it, it's better to think about it. Ancient alchemists, especially those who work in the imperial palace, once they decide to open the furnace to refine alchemy, naturally, some people will use the emperor's flag to visit famous mountains and rivers across the country to find the most suitable location. Some people will immediately build the attic of the Dan Palace, stockpile medicinal materials for him to squander..."

Qi Xiang expressed his envy and then said some secrets: "Do you know why there are always alchemy relics such as Taishang Laojun, Ge Xianweng, and the Medicine King in all over the world?

Qi Xiang laughed and said, "In fact, those relics were mostly done by alchemists from all dynasties. After they refined the alchemy, in order to completely cover up the traces in it, they simply pretended to be a god..."

"No, it should be called pretending to be a god and playing immortals, and placing immortals like the Heavenly Lord Taoist Ancestor to descend to earth, and then publicize them among the people, attracting many devout believers to worship them. It can be said that they kill two birds with one stone."

Qi Xiang was not talking nonsense. These secrets were the personal experiences of Shuiyuesanren. Shuiyuesanren personally participated in such a god-making action and must have a deep understanding.

After chatting a few off-topic words, Qi Xiang got back to the topic: "In short, Mangshan is not only a yin land, but also a place where the feng shui fortune in Luoyang is gathered. There are some benefits to refining alchemy in that place."

"But……"

While Jun Bufu suddenly realized, he hesitated and said a little hesitantly: "There are many people visiting and visiting every day, and there are many management agencies on the mountain. We may not be able to hide the alchemy on the mountain."

"It's okay, I checked the information and found that the mountain is actually very large."

Qi Xiang smiled and said, "The real Mang Mountain should start from the north of Luoyang City and stretch along the south bank of the Yellow River to Zhengzhou. It is at least 100 kilometers long. However, only the Yellow River tributaries north of Luoyang and the Luo River watershed area are densely covered with a large number of tombs."

"The management agencies you mentioned, as well as tourists, are mostly visited in this area."

Qi Xiang said confidently: "As for us, just follow the mountains and look for a relatively remote valley, stay in the valley for ten days and half a month, quietly refining the alchemy, as long as we don't make any big noise, no one should be able to notice it."

"good……"

Jun Bufu nodded immediately: "I'm asking someone to explore the terrain."

"No need to call people, we'll go by ourselves."

Qi Xiang reached out to stop him and said diligently: "The place others are looking for may not be as good as we can do it ourselves."

Jun Bufu was even more unfavorable. After assisting Qi Xiang in sorting out the medicinal materials, he left the secret room.

The next morning, Jun Bufu retreated from the group of big men and drove away from the city himself, then went down the mountain from the remote suburbs, and entered Mount Mang from another direction.

The Gushan Mountain belongs to the remnant of the Gushan Mountains. Qi Xiang slowly walked up from a small hillside and saw that the nearby mountains were a little desolate, with little vegetation covering it, making it look a little depressed.

It seems that in ancient times, the grass and trees in Mangshan were lush, with green trees and green as clouds. The powerful officials and ordinary people who lived in Luoyang City all liked to visit Mangshan if they were both fine or not.

But now, there are many scarce plants and trees, and naked/exposed soil can be seen everywhere.

Qi Xiang took the opportunity to step on the soil slope and found that the soil under the surface was good in bonding and tight in the soil, which was indeed very suitable for burial and tomb construction.

Looking around the desolate hillside, Qi Xiang's malicious guess was that for thousands of years, the trees in the mountains had been cut down and used to make coffins, so it was so bleak.

Jun Bufu seemed to be familiar with this place, and he pointed at it casually: "Master, there is a protected ancient tomb group."

Qi Xiang took a look and nodded gently.

As a practitioner in the antique industry, he naturally understood that in places where large tombs gather, the trend of tomb robbery must be very rampant. Especially in famous capitals such as Chang'an and Luoyang, a large number of high-ranking officials and nobles have been buried in them in dynasties.

This also means that immeasurable burial objects are buried in various ancient tombs.

People die for money and birds die for food. This is an eternal truth. Over the past thousand years, the ancient tombs in Luoyang have been stolen for many times, so that nine out of ten rooms are empty, and many thieves are filled with holes in the mountains.

This is why, news about the sudden collapse of landslides in Mangshan is always heard from time to time on the mountain.

For archaeological research needs or safety concerns, special institutions must be set up to protect these valuable ancient tombs so as not to suffer more serious damage.

Of course, compared with the hundreds of thousands of ancient tombs on the mountain, only a very small part is protected, which is equivalent to a drop in the bucket, and its symbolic significance is greater than its actual effect.
Chapter completed!