Volume 3 Eventful Autumn Chapter 11 Small Porcelain Vase
"Waste! Scratch!"
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Deep in Xiling, in the cliff covered with green vines, hoarse curses filled with resentment and violent atmosphere sounded. The curses were sharp and unpleasant, like swords that could pierce countless layers of armor, but for some reason, they were strictly
The ground was blocked around the cliff and did not leak a trace to the outside world.
Qingteng suddenly became chaotic, and a figure swept out from the deep cave and fell heavily on the stone plaza. It was a young man wearing an old Taoist robe. I don’t know how long it took, but he finally woke up and struggled.
He got up, held the green vine on the cliff beside him and hunched and coughed in pain. Blood splashed out from his lips. After a while, the front collar of the Taoist robe dyed red, looking extremely miserable and pitiful.
The Taoist was naturally Long Qing. He grabbed Qing Teng and rested for a while, confirmed that his injuries were not serious, walked to the cliff, picked up a bucket and carried a box, and continued to walk towards the caves above the cliff, without seeing it in his calm eyes.
No fear or resentment, or even a look back at the deep cave.
These days, climbing this cliff covered with green vines every day to deal with the seriously injured old Taoists in the cave, he deeply felt the irritable and terrifying temper of these abnormal people.
As I was humiliated more often, I naturally became numb. As I was injured more often, I became more and more aware of the difference in strength between me and the old Taoist priest, as there was heaven and earth, where was there any resentment and revenge.
Although the disabled old Taoists in the cave did not have any good expressions towards Longqing, they could be said to be shouting around and beating and scolding at will, they knew that if they wanted to know the news about the world in time and maintain contact with the outside world, they would not be able to do so.
Longqing was beaten to death directly, so they were still a little sensible in their actions. It not only made Longqing very painful, but it did not affect his actions.
But there are many caves on the cliff and many disabled old Taoists. Everyone thinks they have a proper position. If they are together, they don’t know where they go. Longqing is not seriously injured in each cave. But for so many days
With so many caves combined, the injuries are still getting heavier day by day.
Because of injury, Longqing's movements were much slower. When he finished his day's work, he returned to the Taoist temple. It was almost dusk. The warm and red sunset shone on the simple Taoist temple from the other end of the Xiling Mountains. He stood
In front of the thatched hut by the lake, looking at the beautiful scenery, there was no expression on my face.
The middle-aged Taoist slowly walked to him and looked at the lake in the twilight. He did not explain to him the identity of the old Taoist in the cave. Instead, he said calmly: "The more beautiful the scenery, the fewer people there are."
Longqing bowed to the middle-aged Taoist and asked, "Uncle Master, have there always been so few people in Guan?"
From the South China Sea to Zhishouguan, except for the three uncles, Longqing did not see anyone else. The simple and beautiful Taoist temple was always shrouded in silence.
"After ten years ago, when Pipi and that little girl were still there, the temple was much more lively, but later everyone left, and Ye Su only came back occasionally, so the temple was inevitably a little lonely."
The middle-aged Taoist said, "But I heard that the little girl has inherited the position of the judging throne. The throne of the throne of the Light and the Tianyu throne will probably be replaced, so after a while, the view will be lively for a few days."
The head of the Xiling Temple and the three great priests, as well as the national masters of the Tang Dynasty and figures like Master Yan Se, all need to be baptized by Haotian in Zhishouguan before they can be awarded the position of great priests. Longqing knows this allusion,
Just thinking that Ye Hongyu had already reached this point, his expression couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"The holy land in the hearts of Taoist disciples, the unknowable land in the legendary world of cultivation, has turned out to be such a simple and even boring Taoist temple. Isn't it a bit different from your imagination?"
Long Qing shook his head and said, "Since it is unknown, you can't imagine it. You can only see it with your own eyes to know... No, even if you live here, you may not know it."
The middle-aged Taoist looked at him with a smile and said, "It is good to be able to understand this. I know that Shookan is a place outside the world, so it can be simple, quiet, or even lonely. If I really think that Zhiguan is seen in my eyes.
To observe means to know how to observe, that is ignorance.”
"The Taoists living in that mountain are the ones who know to guard the view. The Xiling Temple is the ones who know to guard the view. The master of the temple is the ones who know to guard the view. You and I are the ones who know to guard the view. The entire Taoist sect is the ones who know to guard the view, as long as they are shining by the glory of the sky, they are the ones who know to guard the view.
Wherever you come to Zhishouguan, you are already in Zhishouguan."
The middle-aged Taoist sentence seems a bit profound, but Long Qing at least understood the first sentence.
You should know that the disabled old Taoist priests who live in the cave are unknown in the world, but their cultivation level is extremely terrifying. Some of them have obviously exceeded the five realms and have become saints in the legend of the Scriptures - such a wise and guardian view
It is indeed unimaginable to imagine its greatness.
"I know very well how bad the old guys living in the cave are. Since they are injured, you don't need to force them to endure them. Although this is indeed good for your mental and mental rejuvenation, the Tao body will be damaged and will be used to practice in the future.
There will eventually be obstacles, and you can go to the pharmacy to prepare some medicine later."
The middle-aged Taoist looked at him and said.
Long Qing seemed to think of something accidentally and asked: "Uncle Master, when I was sorting out the medicine warehouse a few days ago, I saw a medicine cauldron. I wonder if I can use it?"
The middle-aged Taoist looked admiring in his eyes and said, "It seems that you have gained something from practicing the sand scroll, but your mind is not confused by those scattered martial arts. You can even notice that the refining medicine is recorded in the corner.
The method is probably your blessing. If you want to use the medicine cauldron, just wash it clean afterwards.”
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Zhishouguan's medicine warehouse is not on the lakeside, but on the cliff to the west. It is a two-story Taoist temple building. The beams and pillars are carved with complex runes, painted with gorgeous patterns, and exudes a precious smell.
Compared with the thatched huts that worship seven volumes of heavenly books by the lake, it is more like the main hall of the Taoist temple.
In front of the Medicine Hall is a large meadow and gentle slope. Below the gentle slope is a cliff. The cliff is countless feet deep. Even monkeys cannot climb, and ordinary humans cannot come here, even those great practitioners with amazing strength in the world.
You can climb up this cliff, but you will be instantly killed by the formation hidden in the meadow.
Longqing looked at the meadow that seemed to be burning in the twilight, feeling the terrifying formation force that was looming. After a moment of silence, he turned around and walked towards the Medicine Hall. He was holding an old large iron ring in his hand, with the iron ring on it.
He was wearing many seemingly ordinary keys, but without these keys, he would never have walked into the Medicine Hall.
The gate of the Medicine Hall slowly opened, revealing a large space that was completely inconsistent with the appearance of the palace. Several rows of arrays stretched out to the depths of the hall, and it seemed that it was several miles away and there was no end to see.
There are countless rare drugs and pharmaceutical raw materials placed on the array rack, and various drug materials have corresponding arrays to provide them with appropriate ventilation conditions and warm and humid environment.
These drugs and materials are hard to see in the world, and many of them have even been marked as vacant in the Xiling Buddhist scriptures. If they flow into the world, they will probably attract countless practitioners to rob them. However, here, these rare drug materials are due to their number and types.
Too many, but they seem so ordinary, they are casually placed on the array rack, and it seems that they have been placed for many years, and no one has paid attention to it for many years.
This is hard to imagine, but it is easy to understand. Whether it is the emperor of Southern Jin or the monarch of Song, they must bow their heads in front of the Xiling Temple. Whether it is poor or rich, they must dedicate their wealth to the Xiling Temple.
If the wealth and resources of this world are owned by the Xiling Temple.
In the words of Master Liansheng, Xiling Temple is a group of dogs raised by Zhishouguan. Xiling Temple plunders all wealth resources in the world. In addition to maintaining the rule of Taoism over the world, the most precious ones must of course be sent to Zhishouguan.
In this sense, what the middle-aged Taoist said before was right. The world shrouded by the brilliance of the sky was all Zhishouguan, except for the country called Tang.
Longqing is responsible for cleaning up the entire Zhishouguan these days, and he comes to the Medicine Hall every day to select the medicines needed by the terrifying old Taoist priests in the cave. He is already very familiar with this place, so he is not as shocked as when he first came in.
Holding the key, he walked deep into the hall, and didn't take a look at the medicines on both sides.
Living in the sea of gold and jade all day long, no one can develop this state of mind. However, when Longqing walked to the deepest part of the Medicine Hall and walked to the hollowed-out sandalwood door, his expression became solemn.
Behind the hollow sandalwood door is the most important place in the Medicine Hall, which contains some of the most precious materials and medicines. He did not have the key to this door before and had never entered it.
The medicine cauldron that Longqing needed was outside the door. He saw it once a few days ago through the wooden door. Today he asked a question, but unexpectedly he got the permission of his uncle.
He found the simplest key on the big iron ring and inserted it into the lock. With a slight sound, the sandalwood door slowly opened.
Longqing walked in and began to carefully search for the medicine materials he needed. Most of the medicines he was preparing to refine were in the main hall, but there were two of the most important materials, and they should be treasured here, so his
He looked very cautious and even a little nervous.
The medicine he prepared to refine was called the elixir of the sitting earth on the word "Shi Shu Sand". In addition to curing the injuries left by the old Taoist priests on him these days, more importantly, the snow-capped energy that could be forced to be repaired by the master.
Hai repeats it stably, in other words, this pill can make his practice more smoothly.
Of course, pills that can have such effects are extremely precious. In the records of the Xiling Buddhist scriptures, they are even described as the supreme elixir of medical bones. Long Qing never imagined that he would have the opportunity to refine this elixir with his own hands one day.
The medicine, so his nervousness is understandable at this moment.
Suddenly, the tension on Longqing's face was replaced by shock.
He did not find the medicinal materials needed to refine the elixir, but he saw a small porcelain bottle that was crystal clear and made of unknown materials between the bottles and jars.
A very faint fragrance of medicine came out of the small porcelain bottle.
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