After the inner sect disciples enter, the Taoist sect will distribute Taoist robes, swords, bronze mirrors, jade hairpins, Qiankun bags, elixirs, spiritual jade and other items.
Taoist magic weapons are divided into four levels: "talisman, magic weapon, spiritual weapon, and immortal weapon." Each level is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.
Although most of the magic weapons distributed by Taoist sects to everyone are low-grade magic weapons, for casual cultivators outside the Taoist sect, they are rare treasures that can only be found.
For example, that Taoist robe, ordinary weapons and low-level spells are difficult to break through its defense, and it also has a self-cleaning function.
And the Qiankun bag has reached the level of a middle-grade magic weapon. It is only about the size of a palm, but the space inside is enough to be one foot square. As the saying goes, "The sun and moon are hidden in the pot, and the universe is hidden in the sleeve."
The pills distributed are Peiyuan Pills, a total of three pills, one month's share, which is thirty-six pills a year, which seems like a lot, but the demand for spiritual energy by the monks after condensing the pills has also increased massively, and three pills a month are not enough.
It is just enough. When the realm is stable and the state of enlightenment reaches the late stage, the Taoist sect will also increase the number of pills.
In addition to receiving the Peiyuan Pill every month, you can also receive three spiritual jades every month. In the practice world, spiritual bis, spiritual jade, and spiritual marrow are used as the currency of transactions. They are all things that contain pure spiritual energy. A hundred spiritual jades
Bi is equivalent to one spiritual jade, and ten thousand spiritual bis are equivalent to one spiritual marrow. The deacon Taoist emphasized the sect rules and precautions, and then the disciples, led by several boys, went to their residence.
By the time everything was settled, it was already dusk.
The new residence is completely different from Longmen Island. Each inner disciple is assigned an independent courtyard. The courtyard is not big, covering an area of just over an acre, but it also has a main house and left and right side rooms.
The main room is used as both a bedroom and for entertaining guests. The left and right side rooms can be used as an alchemy room, a study room, or an instrument refining room according to the needs of practice.
There is a ginkgo tree planted in the courtyard, which is as tall as two people, with lush branches and leaves, like an umbrella cover. There is a three-foot-square well and a semi-abandoned small medicinal field.
Bailiming thought to himself: "When I have time, I will plant some spiritual herbs to prepare for emergencies."
After tidying up, although he felt a little tired, he didn't want to relax in his practice, so he sat cross-legged and meditated, and started breathing in and out.
Early the next morning, as soon as it was dawn, Bai Liming got out of bed, washed up and pushed the door open. A familiar figure also walked out of the courtyard next to her.
It was General Zhou. The twelve people who entered this time. Except for Yuan Chaoxi who did not need to arrange a residence, the courtyards of the other eleven people were all in the same area.
After Baili Ming and Zhou Jiang greeted each other, they walked together to the teaching building to start their first lesson.
Zhou Jiang has a character that cannot be idle and cannot be hidden. After five years of hard work, he finally entered the inner gate. The joy of getting what he wanted has not faded to this day.
He grinned happily and asked: "Junior Brother Ming, last night I dreamed that I was promoted to the Compassion Realm. My natal leaf was hanging high on the highest point of the Fuyao Sacred Tree, and I was dancing happily. I never thought that the leaf would wither in an instant.
, it scared me so much that I woke up, but fortunately, it was just a dream. Junior Brother Baili, do you think we can reach the state of compassion?"
Seeing his happy expression, Bai Liming couldn't help but joked: "It's definitely no problem. For Senior Brother Zhou, for example, it's like picking something out of a bag, and you're sure of it."
Zhou Jiang heard this and said teasingly: "Bai Liming, don't imitate my catchphrase. For example, you are just trying to do what you want to do, and you are making everyone laugh."
Both of them laughed heartily.
After arriving at the teaching building and sitting down, not long after, a thin middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a green shirt walked in. Bai Liming took a closer look and his heart sank: "Bian Changji's father? Master Bian?"
Bian Wentao also noticed Baili Ming in the audience. After a sideways glance, he said with a normal expression: "I am the preaching master of the Five Elements Department - Bian Wentao. You can just call me Master Bian."
Seeing that Bian Wentao didn't pay too much attention to him, Bai Liming relaxed a little, but he also warned himself that in future Five Elements Kung Fu classes, he must pay attention at all times to prevent the other party from deliberately targeting him.
Bian Wentao first explained the differences and complementarity among the seven branches of Taoism, and then said: "The five elements magic is the basis of all magic. As the saying goes: the five elements are the basis, mutual generation and restraint, yin and yang depend on each other, light and darkness alternate, wind and thunder
Chasing each other, all phenomena are impermanent. Now I will teach you the basic techniques of the Five Elements Technique, and you can try one or two."
During the foundation-building period, monks cannot directly cast the Five Elements spells through their own magic power. They can only use talismans or talisman tools, and the power is generally weak.
This basic method talks about how to mobilize one's own golden elixir spiritual power and directly transform it into the Five Elements spell. However, it can only initially manifest the state of the Five Elements, such as making a small flame. If you want to use it more powerfully, you need to use it more powerfully.
For offensive spells, special corresponding techniques need to be studied.
Watching the disciples try and fail over and over again, Bian Wentao secretly laughed in his heart: "Haha, I am still too young and conceited to succeed on my first try."
But he kept encouraging: "Don't be anxious, feel the movement of spiritual energy in the body with your heart, master the key points, and stay calm."
After seeing that several disciples had failed in their attempts, he earnestly taught: "You are not in a stable state now, so it is normal for your first attempt to fail. I have been teaching and practicing for many years, but no disciple has ever been able to succeed in one go..."
Suddenly, there was a soft "bang" sound, and a fireball the size of a human head appeared out of thin air.
Bian Wentao, who was pretending to be a good teacher and teaching everyone eloquently, suddenly stopped speaking and looked at Yuan Chaoxi behind the fireball with his mouth open.
He concealed his embarrassment and said: "Yes, yes, I am worthy of being a legitimate son of the Taoist sect. I have outstanding talents. The key is to lay a good foundation in practice to succeed. This also reminds you to guard against arrogance and impetuosity and lay a good foundation. As the saying goes,
The road must be walked step by step, and the meal must be eaten one bite at a time..."
Suddenly, there was another "bang" sound, and another fireball the size of a human head appeared. Bian Wentao seemed to have been strangled by the neck, and his passionate and high-pitched voice was stuck in his throat, making only a strange gurgling sound.
When he saw the face behind the fireball, he had mixed feelings in his heart: "Bai Liming? How could it be him?"
But Bian Wentao quickly suppressed his surprise and resentment, and pretended to be calm and said: "Ah, this, Baili Ming is not bad either. But stabilizing the realm is your first priority at the moment. Don't indulge in trying magic techniques and ignore the basics.
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As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly, a "bang" sounded again. Bian Wentao's cheeks turned red, as if he had been slapped several times, and he couldn't help but secretly curse: "Who is this? This is who?"
How could a first-year disciple be such a monster?"
When he saw the source of the sound clearly, he couldn't help but feel angry. He was a little bit nervous. When he heard the sound, he thought someone had succeeded. Fortunately, otherwise he would have nowhere to put his old face.
At this time, all the disciples followed the sound and saw a young man bending down to pick up a book from the ground. When he saw that everyone was looking at him, he couldn't help but feel a little worried and grinned.
He giggled awkwardly and said: "It's okay, it's okay. My book fell on the floor. I accidentally touched it. It was really accidental. For example..."
At this time, Bian Wentao interrupted angrily: "Okay, okay, you don't have to try."
In order to prevent someone from trying again successfully and making himself lose face even more, he changed the topic and said: "Ahem, next, if you have any doubts, please feel free to ask them."
Zhou Jiang, who had just bent down to pick up the book, actively asked in order to resolve the embarrassment and reduce the bad impression in Master Bian's mind: "Master Bian, I have a question to ask."
Bian Wentao replied without losing his grace: "But it doesn't matter."
"What kind of tree is that Fuyao sacred tree? My disciples have little knowledge and have never heard of it." Zhou Jiang asked respectfully.
Although this question has nothing to do with practice, Bian Wentao is not surprised, because many new disciples will be deeply impressed and confused by the towering tree after leaving their natal mark.
Bian Wentao stroked his beard and talked eloquently: "It is said that when the heaven and earth were first born, there was a sacred tree, ten thousand feet high, towering above the sky. Its crown protected the living beings from natural disasters, its fruits opened spiritual wisdom to the living beings, and its roots protected the living beings from death.
The final resting place.”
"Our ancestors of the human race recuperated and multiplied the race under the Fuyao Sacred Tree. Under the inspiration of the Sacred Tree, the great wise men created the cultivation techniques and continuously improved them. Only then did we have the Taoist Divine Kung Fu today."
"In order to commemorate our ancestors and not forget our roots, the Taoist sect named its natal tree after the Fuyao sacred tree."
At this time, a disciple asked: "Is there still a Fuyao sacred tree now?"
"With the vicissitudes of life, the world has changed, and the Fuyao tree has long since disappeared in the long river of history. Occasionally, some people will find some broken branches and leaves from the ground, deep pools, and ancient ruins, proving that the Fuyao tree once existed in the world."