The night is dark and windy.

In the small courtyard.

The lights in Zhou Dao's house were still on, and the dim candlelight stretched out the shadows and swayed on the window paper.

"Let's see what surprises there will be this time."

Zhou Dao took out the corpses of [Parasite] and various beasts from the Qingpan treasure bag.

This is a medium-level evil monster. In terms of rank, it is still above the leader.

"Sacrifice!"

Zhou Dao flicked his finger, and a drop of essence and blood stretched out and landed on the corpse of [Parasite].

[Sacrifice parasites and get a pound of spiritual tooth rice as a reward]

A mechanical voice sounded in Zhou Dao's mind.

The golden light fell down, and grains of jade-like rice fell.

Each grain is plump and transparent, like teeth, exuding a light fragrance and faintly shiny.

"This is Daomi!?"

Zhou Dao was stunned.

The so-called Tao rice is different from the whole grains eaten by ordinary people.

Pregnancy in ten months means congenital ignorance. Once you are born and eat the energy of grains, your innate yang will be released and it will be difficult to replenish it the day after tomorrow.

[Dao Mi] is planted by the secret method of Taoism. It absorbs the light of the sun and the moon, breathes in the energy of mountains and rivers, breeds the changes of yin and yang, strengthens the divine power externally, nourishes the blood and energy internally, returns to the origin, and enhances potential.

This is the food that cultivators dream of. If you take it day and night and practice Xuan Kung, you can become immortals and ascend to heaven.

It is said that food is the most important thing for the people.

In ancient times, [Daomi] was the foundation of a sect and an indispensable resource for cultivation. Together with incense, it was eaten.

Lingya rice is one kind of Daomi.

"What a good thing." Zhou Dao picked up a grain of [Lingya Rice].

Different from the whole grains that we usually eat, Lingya rice is like jade and feels warm to the touch.

"This thing is much more precious than the Seven Treasures Soul Incense." Zhou Dao whispered.

In ancient times, every Taoist sect had a secret "Daomi", and cultivation, sowing, and harvesting were all secret.

This is the foundation for establishing a sect. Those Taoist priests have been eating [Tao rice] since childhood.

Neither strength nor potential can be compared to what it is now.

Later, Daomi gradually disappeared, its seeds were hard to find, and there was no way to cultivate and cultivate it.

To this day, only the Six Great Dao Sects in the world still have the treasured inheritance of [Daomi].

"How do you eat this thing?" Zhou Dao looked at the Lingya rice.

There are records about Daomi in the "Monster Control Division Work Manual".

It cannot be cooked with ordinary fire, so it needs to be eaten using secret methods.

During the famine in the past, a Taoist priest went down the mountain and passed a farmer's house.

When the farmer saw that the Taoist was alone, he took out the little food left at home to entertain him.

The Taoist priest felt the farmer's kindness and left three taels of corn in his bag before leaving.

The farmer opened the bag and saw that the corn was different. It was three inches like a sword, with gold veins hidden inside it. It had been cooked over a high fire for a day and a night and was not yet cooked.

Later, the wealthy gentry in the town learned about this and came to take a look and recognized it. It was [Sword Golden Rice], a kind of Daomi.

The wealthy gentleman knew the opportunity, left three thousand taels of silver, and bought the three thousand taels of [Sword, Gold and Rice].

Later, the farmer's family used this to make a fortune and became a well-known large family in the local area.

On the contrary, after the wealthy gentleman acquired [Sword Golden Rice], his family declined. Within ten years, it completely withered, and the wealthy gentleman finally became a beggar.

It can be seen from this that not everyone can live in these treasures, and if they do not have enough blessings, they will inevitably encounter disasters.

"I'll try it!"

Zhou Dao started a fire and took out two taels of [Lingya rice] and put them in a large pot to steam.

A full hour.

The grains of Lingya rice are still round and plump, and there seems to be no sign of being cooked, but the fragrance is diffuse.

"Damn it, whoever lives and cooks all night long doesn't have to go to work tomorrow."

In the distance, there was a howling sound.

Zhou Dao put out the fire, gathered the Lingya rice and put it into the Qingpan treasure bag.

"It would be nice if there was a pressure cooker." Zhou Dao curled his lips.

Obviously, Lingya rice cannot be cooked by ordinary means.

Zhou Dao found it difficult to believe, so he had this treasure, plus the Pure Yang relics, and the Pure Yang Pill.

He was able to break through again in a short period of time and step into the third level of true fire.

"It's a pity that there is no detailed record in the "Monster Control Division Work Manual"." Zhou Dao sighed.

After all, Daomi is a rare thing and almost lost. Naturally, there won't be many records in the "Monster Control Division Work Manual".

"I'll go see Uncle Qin tomorrow."

There are a lot of secret records of strange things in Book Club No. 73. Most of them were brought from the school where Uncle Qin stayed, so they are relatively precious.

Just like Zhou Dao's favorite book, "The Chronicles of Strange Monsters", I heard from Uncle Qin that it was out of print and was a gift from an old friend.

He was the only one who had seen the entire Ping'an Town, and Uncle Qin had never shown it to anyone else.

the next day.

At dawn, Zhou Dao came to [Book Club No. 73].

Zhou Dao also asked about why it was called this name.

Uncle Qin kept silent.

"Xiao Zhou, it's so early today." Uncle Qin just popped his head out of the shop, saw Zhou Dao, and asked with squinted eyes.

"There are not many young people as studious and filial as you."

As he spoke, Uncle Qin's eyes showed approval.

Zhou Dao's filial piety is well-known in Ping'an Town. During festivals, people would see him burning paper to worship, and no one knew who he was worshiping. There was not even a coffin or tombstone.

"Uncle Qin is joking, I'm not that good."

Zhou Daoqian smiled and said that his good reputation was accumulated bit by bit like this.

Walking into the book club, Zhou Dao walked to the innermost bookshelf and rummaged through it.

Daomi, this kind of treasure is considered to be extremely rare nowadays, and it is really not found in ordinary books.

"Xiao Zhou, what do you smell like? It smells so good." Uncle Qin walked over and said with squinted eyes.

"Maybe it's body odor!" Zhou Dao knew clearly that it should be the aroma from the steamed Lingya rice yesterday.

"..."

"Uncle Qin, have you heard of Daomi?" Zhou Dao asked casually.

After all, Uncle Qin has lived in the imperial capital and opened a book club. He is well-informed. He may have seen it in some ancient book.

"Of course I have heard that a major event happened in the imperial capital more than 20 years ago, which attracted the attention of the world, and it was related to Daomi." Uncle Qin sat down, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.

"What's the big deal?"

"At that time, Taiji Academy held a competition, and three thousand kilograms of [Emperor Rice] were given out. Whoever ate more would be the final winner and could directly enter Taiji Academy. After graduation, the treasure would be sent to the Demon Control Division

Headquarters.”

Emperor rice is also a kind of [Dao rice] and is a secret treasure of Taiji Academy.

"Big Eater Competition!?" Zhou Dao stopped searching and was stunned for a moment.

Enter Taiji Academy and be escorted to the Demon Control Division!

Do you choose to be a good person or to choose a demon-slaying guard?

"That event was so lively. I remember that the winner in the end was a little fat guy. He was white and tender. He ate 800 kilograms in one go. He could only eat..."

"What?" Zhou Dao's eyes widened and he was stunned.

Emperor rice contains extremely pure vitality, and one grain of it can last an ordinary person three days.

Eight hundred kilograms of Emperor Rice is such a huge amount of energy that even Zhou Dao would not be able to finish it in a month.

A meal of effort?

Is this horse still a human?

"Is there such a person in this world?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but asked.

"Of course, that little fat guy is quite famous now, he seems to be..."

"What?"
Chapter completed!