Chapter 25: The feat of feathering, the three levels of the netherworld (seeking further reading)
"Of course." Song Lin smiled and said, "Prepare a quiet room, as well as the recipe and materials for the Yuhua Dan."
"Didn't you make the elixir? Why can't you even remember the recipe?" Li Xuan said, and then looked at the ghost soldier general not far away, "General, let's kill him. This person is deliberately delaying time."
"Give him a chance." The Tongshou Taoist suddenly spoke. I don't know why, but I always felt that Song Lin could create miracles.
Pills are divided into four levels: ordinary pills, spiritual pills, elixirs, and golden pills.
The Feathering Pill can be regarded as a low-grade elixir, and ordinary alchemy Taoist priests really can't make it.
"Okay, you can make it in the alchemy room. I will give you the medicinal materials and the elixir recipe." Taoist priest Wu De smiled and said, "But you deliberately delayed the time. If you can't practice it, I will train you as a Taoist soldier and you will be punished forever."
There is no suffering beyond rebirth.”
“It’s a deal!”
A group of people came to the alchemy room of the warehouse.
There is a special earth fire elixir indoors.
After closing the thick door, Song Lin opened the Ascension Pill recipe given by Tongshou Taoist.
Feather Pill is a high-grade Qi-nourishing pill that also has the effect of relaxing muscles and strengthening bones.
It can be said to be an advanced version of Jiachen Qi Nourishing Pill, with the added ingredient of Spring Autumn Cicada Slough.
In this case, Song Lin is 20% sure that he can refine this elixir.
Of course, just 20% is not enough.
Thinking of this, Song Lin called out the catalog of Zhiguai.
Ancient yellowed books are suspended in the void.
He is not afraid of others seeing it. He has tried many times and outsiders cannot see the catalog of strange things.
They only gave themselves three hours. Excluding the two hours for alchemy, there was at most one hour for alchemy, which is equivalent to one month in story time.
Wow!
Song Lin thought and came to the world of Taiyin Refining.
"Someone is coming!"
Wow!
The dark wind suddenly blew, and Song Lin called out twelve rampant soldiers.
"At all costs, collect spring and autumn cicada sloughs, Cistanche deserticola, Polygonum multiflorum..."
The so-called spring and autumn cicada molts are the first cicada molts after adulthood.
Very rare, but not impossible.
Rampant soldiers can steal from princes and nobles.
In less than ten days, the ghosts and gods found ten materials and obtained an alchemy furnace.
Song Lin sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace, pinched his fingers, and his true energy surged out and turned into fire.
Real fire is a little worse than earth fire.
If it is refined with real fire, other flames will not matter.
The first time, the heat was insufficient and it failed.
The second time, the heat was too strong and failed.
…
The fifth time, the timing of adding materials was wrong and it failed.
…
As the superior elixir of the Qi-nourishing Pill, the Feathering Pill has many similar techniques, but there are more materials and the heat is difficult to control.
The last pill.
boom!
The alchemy furnace made a muffled sound and emitted a burst of black smoke.
Song Lin put away the flame and stepped forward to open the lid.
I saw a burnt black pill lying inside.
"It's almost successful." Song Lin smiled.
This elixir looks dead, but it's not broken, it's a defective product, and it still has some efficacy.
In less than ten days, Song Lin asked them to find three more materials and finally completed the training.
Three hours later, outside the alchemy room.
The Tongshou Taoist stared at the door tightly and said nothing.
Wude was polite and respectful to him.
Only Tongshou knew in his heart that this guy was snickering.
The reason why Wude is like this is because his position as a magistrate was airborne, and because he usually concentrates on practicing, he was ignored by people in several departments under his command.
It was a helpless move to place Song Lin as the treasurer of the Dharma Altar, in order to balance the power of his subordinates.
If his subordinates all turned into iron buckets, then his eyes would be completely black.
The Taoist temple is not big, but it is still an institution that manages millions of people and spans thousands of miles.
I don’t know how many people are keeping an eye on this position. There are sophistication in it, and there are countless overt and covert rules. If you are not careful, you will fall into a trap.
If Song Lin died this time, his face would be greatly reduced, and he would probably have no choice but to resign in despair and return to the inner sect to practice.
Thinking of this, Tongshou really hoped that a miracle would happen.
Squeak!
At this time, the door opened.
Song Lin walked out, holding two pills that emitted a bright white light in his hands.
"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"
The Tongshou Taoist's eyes lit up and he snatched the elixir: "Haha, it's still warm, Wude, what do you say now?"
The ghost general next to him nodded. It was indeed just made. Song Lin was the only one in the alchemy room. Who else could it be if it wasn't him?
"Impossible!" Wude's face turned green. Others didn't know, but he knew best that this bottle of elixir belonged to him.
"I don't believe it...ah!"
Just as Li Xuan was about to speak, the bronze-headed Taoist slapped him away and smashed him against the wall. His face was as swollen as a pig's head.
"Is there any place for you to talk?" The bronze-headed Taoist stared at him coldly, and then looked at Wude, "What? You also want to cheat? You just said that there is only Song Lin's breath on it..."
"Well, my subordinate may have made a mistake."
Taoist priest Wude and his disciples left in despair.
"Thank you so much, Taoist Master Wude!" Song Lin shouted loudly, holding Wude's bottle of Feathering Pill.
Wu De almost tripped over the threshold. After returning, Li Xuanshao had to be severely beaten.
Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice, so I can only vent my anger on him.
The ghost general shook his head, then said goodbye to Bronze Head and led the others away.
"Okay, I don't think you know how to make elixirs." The Tongshou Taoist looked Song Lin up and down.
Of course Tongshou knew that the bottle of Feather Pill was a gift from Wude, but he appreciated Song Lin's quick wit.
"Yes, I occasionally use some leftover materials to practice elixirs and figure out some tricks. This time it was luck. I have never practiced this elixir before." Song Lin said with a smile.
Taoist Tongshou inquired about it intentionally or unintentionally, and Song Lin gave an accurate answer.
After all, it’s talent!
He is not afraid of Tongshou's investigation. He also has a record of redeeming simple yellow and white techniques. The other party still needs him now and will not use extreme means to ask questions.
By the time he reacted, Song Lin would have already passed the three levels and entered the inner gate.
The disciples of the inner sect teach the next generation, and only the master of the temple and the people of Du Gongyuan can punish mistakes.
"After passing the third level, I will transfer you to the alchemy room to concentrate on refining alchemy."
"Take this bottle of elixir and practice. Remember, you will pass the three levels in half a year. I will write your name on it. Don't waste time."
"What exactly is passing three levels? Is it dangerous?" Song Lin heard this sentence countless times.
"Let's put it this way, after passing the three passes, also known as the three passes of the Netherworld, the mortality rate is extremely high. Only two or three people out of ten survive."
Taoist Tongshou was in a very good mood. He shook his rusty head and said:
"This is a conference held in Meishan Jungle. In addition to Xuanke Temple, there are also all Taoist temples in Meilin County. The first level is Naihe Bridge. Taoist boys use their own methods to pass the 100-foot paper bridge. Under the paper bridge are sharp blades and poisonous snakes. If you fall, you will die."
"The second level is the Yellow Spring River, where you have to cross a river of boiling oil and water. The third level is the Sea of Fire Hell, as the name suggests, it is to cross the sea of fire. After passing these three levels, you are an inner disciple."
After saying that, the Tongshou Taoist rose into the sky, riding on the clouds and clouds, and left a few words before leaving.
"By the way, when you have time, go and redeem a few talismans. Bury them underground to prevent evil spirits from invading. Don't get tricked again."
"I understand."
After Taoist Tongshou left, Song Lin was thoughtful.
I didn't expect it to be so difficult to pass three levels. Just hearing the names of a few levels I knew it was very difficult.
If the Taiyin Refining World exercises are used proficiently, the passing rate should be higher.
Half a year, that is, one hundred and eighty-two days.
The equivalent of the lunar world is one hundred and eighty-two years. He has to transcend the world within one hundred and eighty-two years and obtain the dharma or treasures that can be exchanged for cause and effect before he has a chance to pass the three levels.
Song Lin took the elixir and looked around to make sure there were no other people's hands or feet.
Then he summoned the twelve ghosts and gods to protect him and prepared to enter the lunar world.