Zi Shaoqing counted the Yinhun Dan twice.
Four hundred coins, exactly.
This is a kind of elixir that has never been popular on the market, and I have never heard of anyone selling it.
Zi Shaoqing didn't completely believe what Tu Shanjun said, so she reached out and took out a Yinhun Pill.
As a foundation-building monk and the master behind the Alchemy Pavilion, she certainly understands pharmacology.
Although he is not very skilled in alchemy, he still has no problem dealing with ordinary pills.
Use a small carving knife made of Lingyu to scrape off the elixir powder, dip it in the powder and taste it.
Zi Shaoqing frowned immediately. As the black-robed monk said, the effect of the scraped pill powder was minimal, and it could not feel the nourishment of the soul at all.
Without hesitation, cut directly and observe the red pattern inside.
The lines inside are faintly visible and then disappear, as if they were completely disconnected after being cut, and they don't remain, but disappear directly.
"Awesome!" Zi Shaoqing couldn't help but admire.
Although she wanted to work out the refining methods and materials through the elixir, she had to admire the refining person's skills.
Not only was she completely unable to guess what materials were used, but she also had no idea what the sealing technique was.
Take half of the elixir and feel it carefully.
If it is as the black-robed monk said, the potency of the medicine will be greatly reduced.
Looking at the pills in the four boxes in front of her, Zi Shaoqing pondered over where to go.
Not to mention it's far away, I definitely have to ask Master to help me take a look.
If the soul-nourishing properties of this elixir can help Master, it will really be a huge profit.
If Master can break through to the Nascent Soul realm, Zi Shaoqing immediately clenched her fists when she thought of this.
She still suppressed the excitement in her heart.
There is a saying that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. You must remain calm in uncertain things.
The top priority is to get more pills from the black-robed monk.
If possible, it is best to hold both the person and the recipe in your hand.
Of the two foundation-building monks today, although Ding Xie talked to her more, and the two of them had a pleasant conversation, Zi Shaoqing could see clearly that it was the monk in black robes who really made the decision.
There is no need for divine consciousness or magic power to explore. With her pair of purple magical eyes, Tushanjun's disguise is meaningless in front of her.
He has a stern green face, two winding horns on his head, and his red hair is disheveled, making him even more enchanting.
"It is indeed rare for a ghost cultivator to cast a physical body."
Zi Shaoqing rarely sees ghost cultivators in Yangcheng because they are indeed rare.
Without opportunity and genius, there is no way to help ghost cultivators condense a physical body. Without a physical body, how can one cultivate both life and life, and there will be no way to break through the realm of foundation building in a lifetime.
Yangcheng belongs to the neutral sect, and everyone is a mixed bag. Even the Hehuan Sect can open a brothel. It is not easy to see ghost cultivators, let alone other places.
Of course, neutrality is the right path in the eyes of ordinary monks.
In the big city, regardless of whether it is the righteous path or the devil's path, there is a top Jindan real person sitting in charge, and no one except the ancestors of various families can be his opponent.
If you cause trouble casually, you will bring trouble to the sect and make yourself unhappy.
"However, as long as we are human, we have weaknesses."
There is no difference between a ghost cultivator who has cast a physical body and a human being. Because he has entered Taoism as a ghost, he is even less able to restrain his desires.
Zi Shaoqing unfolded the scroll in front of her, looked at the portrait on it and the sword hairpin next to the portrait, and couldn't help but murmured: "What is the relationship between Yangcheng, the Hou family, and Hou Boxu fourteen years ago? Or..."
"Rong'er."
The graceful maid hurriedly opened the door and entered, saluting: "Young Master."
The cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi training can be seen at a glance.
"Did anyone send him away?"
"Go back to the young master and send him off. I have just retrieved the entry records. These two seniors only entered the city in the afternoon."
"Send someone to check their details."
Zi Shaoqing handed the address left by Tu Shanjun to her personal maid Rong Er.
In fact, even if Tushan Jun didn't keep this thing, they would have found it out.
There is a big difference between checking for someone else and checking for yourself. It happened that I was able to get the addresses of Tu Shanjun and Ding Xie by looking for someone.
"Also, print out a thousand copies of this picture and put them up in the city. I want to see this family as soon as possible."
"Don't be limited to the city, you have to search outside the city as well." Zi Shaoqing added.
Fourteen years is just a short period of time for a foundation-building monk, but it is not a short period of time for an ordinary Qi practitioner. There is no guarantee that something unexpected will happen.
This is also what Tushanjun is worried about.
Fourteen years have passed. If no new Qigong practitioner appears, can the benefactor's family still maintain their place of residence?
"Brother Tu Shan, what are you thinking about, so enchanted?" Ding Xie's words woke up Tu Shanjun.
Tushanjun just shook his head and didn't say much.
Even if you talk about this kind of thing, it won't change anything, it will only increase your worries.
Ten thousand spiritual stones have been spent, and the most powerful person in Yangcheng was invited. All they can do is wait for news while searching.
It was only after Tu Shanjun learned about Zi Shaoqing's identity that he made the decision. The original idea was to hire monks to put up small advertisements.
As long as there are spiritual stones, a large number of cheap labor can be hired.
And this thing is not difficult, there is no risk of life, even a child can complete it, why not do it.
However, the plan could not keep up with the changes. Since Zi Shaoqing was a disciple of Master Yuyan and the mastermind behind the largest alchemy pavilion in Yangcheng, borrowing their power would be faster and more accurate.
Pulling the tiger skin as a banner can be used as a deterrent, even if the benefactor's family really encounters difficulties, it can be alleviated.
As for Zi Shaoqing's purpose, Tu Shanjun knew it clearly, and he also understood that some of his own strength and trump cards would be exposed, which he expected.
Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and doing things is the same.
As long as you participate in the environment, there will be various crises, and it is impossible to have smooth sailing.
The two of them were walking between towns.
There were so many monks setting up stalls on both sides.
There is no such thing as day or night when it comes to grooming. On the contrary, at night, there are more monks.
"The best spiritual rice, seven spiritual stones and one stone."
"Fellow Taoist, would you like some spiritual rice?"
There are still many buyers of bulk spiritual rice.
When monks eat ordinary grains, they will accumulate a lot of impurities, which need to be refined using mana. However, grains such as Lingmi and Linggu contain very few impurities and can increase mana and strengthen the body, so they are of course the best choice.
"Do you want a spiritual fruit, fellow Taoist?"
"Selling cheap."
Qi practitioners still need to eat, drink, and defecate, and their needs are greater than those of ordinary people. The food and grain must contain spiritual energy, otherwise it will be harmful to them.
Most of the good Bigu Pills you can use when you reach the foundation, and you can use spiritual energy to form internal circulation, so your need for food is less.
Not all Foundation Establishment monks do not eat or drink. They will still take elixirs, consume spiritual fruit and fine wine, or drink spiritual tea.
Cultivation, the Dharma place for wealthy couples.
Not to mention the great foundation-building monks, even the golden elixir and the Nascent Soul still cannot avoid these four things.
With such a big foundation in Yangcheng, not all the spiritual stones earned in the end were used on Master Yuyan.
The lives of monks are actually no different from those of ordinary people.
Tu Shanjun paused slightly and his eyes fell on a stall.
Sitting there was a middle-aged man who looked rather downcast. He had an unkempt beard and frizzy hair. He didn't have the celestial spirit of a monk at all.
Walking to the stall, he looked at a notebook in the center area. There were only two words on it, "Item Refining".
The downcast middle-aged man suddenly became embarrassed when he saw Tushanjun.
Just by looking at the aura, one could tell that this was a senior foundation-building senior. His seventh level of Qi training was really not enough. He was filled with anxiety and nervousness, and even started to stutter when he spoke.
"Senior has a good eye. This is my great-grandfather's experience in refining weapons. He once stepped into foundation building."
"Can I read it?"
"If you can flip through the first two pages, seniors can watch it."
Tu Shanjun opened the weapon refining notes and did not introduce much, just a set of tools for refining. Tu Shanjun also had some experience, and seemed to be a little surprised: "Can it still be like this?"
"price?"
The downcast middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Two hundred pieces of low-grade spiritual stones."
Ding Xie quickly grabbed Tu Shanjun: "Brother Zhao, this thing is expensive."
"It's worth the price." Tu Shanjun took out the spirit stone and asked, "Do you know how to refine weapons?"
"To be honest, senior, I know a little bit about it."
"Look at the origin of this magical weapon." Tu Shanjun took out the sword hairpin and handed it to the poor middle-aged man.
After taking the magic weapon and looking at it carefully, the middle-aged man said with slight surprise: "Senior, this magic weapon looks very much like the sword hairpin of Qingyun Temple."
"Because the sword-controlling artifacts in Qingyun Temple are more delicate. Unlike Sunset Mountain, the sword is a small sword the size of a palm."
"No matter how much there is, I won't be able to see it anymore."
Tu Shanjun didn't say much, nodded, took away the sword hairpin and left with Ding Xie.
Hou Boxu's magic sword is a middle-grade magic weapon. It is definitely not something that can be obtained at the third level of ordinary Qi training. It must have its origin.
Either there is a good master, or it is passed down in the family.
I didn't expect that I would find out the origin of the sword hairpin while wandering around today.
Seeing Tu Shanjun looking at him with a questioning look, Ding Xie sighed and said: "Qingyun Temple is one of the righteous sects in the Xiaohuang Region. It is located in Qingzhou. Most of the sects are Taoist cultivators, and they are not very tolerant of the devil.
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"The most important thing is that it's about two or three years' journey from here."
"Maybe when we get to Qingyun Temple, Zi Shaoqing will already help find the person."
Ding Xie was afraid that Tu Shanjun would go to Qingyun Temple to find someone if his brain got hot.
This back and forth lasted for four or five years. No one could survive four or five years, and the day when he returned to the sect was not far away.
I originally thought that what Tu Shanjun wanted to do was very simple, but who would have thought that it was simple, but the process was very troublesome.
Ding Xie, who was eager to go home, could not help but feel a bit colder in his voice.
Tu Shanjun has no intention of going to Qingyun Temple. The road is far away and the roads are different. It would be bad if there is any conflict.
And Ding Xie can't always be allowed to follow his wishes.
Just like what Ding Xie said, the two of them are equal, and always accommodating one person will lead to conflicts.
"There is no need to abandon the near for the far." Tu Shanjun shook his head and answered Ding Xie's words.
There are not only stalls in the market, but also various shops that light up lanterns.
Tu Shanjun bought a lot of textbooks and prepared to supplement his knowledge.
The magic pen used to make the talisman was also replaced with a better one.
I also bought several kinds of elixir recipes and medicinal materials used in elixir making.
It's a pity that the alchemy furnace only found a first-class high-grade one, which was quite satisfactory and slightly lacking.
After going around and around, not much of the five thousand spirit stones in their pockets were left, so the two of them turned back to the cave.
This chapter has been completed!