The sea of consciousness remains the same, with rough waves and no moment of peace.
I knocked out a piece of inspiration and sent it to the strongest peach tree, so that it could form a fuzzy network around the roots for the peach tree to absorb.
During the process, Chen Yu counted and found that there were still 21 ideas left. The speed of gathering the net was still about three days before one pill could be produced. During this period, the third batch of transplants were cultivated, and grain seeds and medicinal seeds were scattered here and there.
, used six pills.
He has been trying to think of ways to increase production, but he still can't figure it out. Although he has some experience in using the clever machine, he is still at a loss to deal with the vast ocean of consciousness.
Dude, Dude.
I knocked on the trunk of the peach tree twice, and opened the peach blossoms that had not fully bloomed. I touched and looked at them for a long time, and even dug the soil twice, paying careful attention to the state of the tree roots.
After the inspiration is invested, based on past experience, the changes will gradually appear as the peach tree grows, instead of being as rough and fierce as the first time when testing weeds.
He looked at the current peach tree and remembered its appearance in his mind for comparison at regular intervals in the future.
Chen Yu expected that it was now the peach tree's flowering period, so the early changes might not be too obvious, and the real changes would wait until the peach fruits were born.
He remembered that in the two rows of peach trees in front of the mountain gate, excluding the ones planted by the predecessors, some of them were transplanted by the old Taoist priests. They had grown peaches several times. They were mountain peaches with downy taste, dry taste, hard flesh, and a bit tooth-filling.
seam.
I hope my inspiration can give me some help to make the peaches thin-skinned, soft and sweet.
It would be better to add one or two special effects, such as food that can brighten the mind and bring closeness to the spirit, know how to live longer, ward off ghosts and reduce evil, etc.
However, judging from the several transplants in the medicine field, the catalysis of spiritual inspiration is not based on legends and myths. After all, the story does not say that green vegetables can produce buds and orchid fruits can cultivate and refine the spirit.
So don't even think about growing [flat peaches]. Even if they do happen, they probably won't reach the eight hundred-year lifespan of a single peach as rumored. He is just waiting for the peaches to ripen and fall in June to see what effect they have.
Then Chen Yu thought that everyone was waiting, so he simply added the dwarf pine and big-headed pears in the yard.
Speaking of which, the pear trees in the courtyard also bear fruit and mature in June and July. Now, along with the peach blossoms, they have also begun to be wrapped in a thin layer of white flowers.
After the investment was completed, the spiritual machine fell back below 20 again.
Not useful.
He sighed, it was better to use spiritual fluid to cultivate it recently, otherwise it would consume even more.
The effect of the key spirit liquid is not clear yet, and it can only be determined after the spring millet on the wooden board has formed, so it has not been applied to other crops yet.
And unlike the spiritual machine that can be put in once and wait for the results, the spiritual liquid will evaporate naturally and needs to be added continuously.
In this way, although there are many reserves, they will be used a lot, but the consumption is not optimistic. And it requires constant attention.
Sometimes Chen Yu thought about covering it with a cover, but this method obviously didn't work.
Solid wooden covers and bamboo covers will interfere with the growth of spring millet, unless they are transparent and do not hold the air, and only filter out the evaporated spiritual liquid, lock it, and re-condensate it into the soil.
It sounded like a familiar sight, and Chen Yu thought about it, wasn't this a formation?
Unfortunately, if I think about it, I can't do it, at least I won't have the ability for a long time.
"It would be great if I could control spiritual energy freely."
The next best thing is that if you can control the spiritual liquid, you can barely achieve what you imagined.
But how to control it has become a big problem.
Just like what is encountered when preparing medicinal powder, the spiritual liquid is too stable and difficult to differentiate, mix, and produce various mysterious effects.
The key is that it is "invisible" and cannot be perceived, so naturally there is no ability to interfere.
Patting his head, he felt that if he could really have the legendary consciousness, Yang Shen might be able to do this.
…
In the afternoon, the sun is warm.
Chen Yu picked up a pole and walked leisurely towards the stone stream on the mountainside.
According to what Master Liu said, spring millet should be drained once a month, especially in the early stages of sprouting, so seedlings need constant care.
Weeding, carrying water, and occasionally hoeing up a few pieces of hardened stone soil. Fortunately, except for the need to sprinkle some plant ash to increase fertility when sowing, there is no need to worry about fertilizer in the jar at other times.
Hey! With a sigh of relief, he hung the filled buckets on both ends of the pole, carried it on his shoulders, and quickly returned to the mountain.
In fact, you can also use well water to irrigate. After all, the field is not big, but considering that the well water is too cold at this time, I worry that the seedlings will not be able to bear it, so I give up.
"It will be nice if the weather gets warmer in a while."
Will the cold water affect the crops? I don’t know, but let’s just treat it as such.
He carried water back to the Taoist Temple and watered most of the green seedlings. The remaining half of the bucket was also soaked in rain and dew in the medicine field and vegetable garden. After taking care of it, he picked up the wet linen cloth and wiped the sweat stains on his body.
After doing all this, Chen Yu teased the only surviving loach with earthworms for a while, then sat in the courtyard and took out all the books in the temple to dry in his spare time. Including "Yao Wang Jing" and "Yunsheng Chonglou"
"Including, together with five scriptures such as "Ming Shen Lu" and "Yun He Gong", they were all taken out and spread out on the stone table one by one, letting the sun shine to get rid of the moisture and beetles inside.
Beside him, he held a copy of "Guangyun Lun" in his hand, poured a glass of spiritual liquid, and turned the pages in the wind.
"The collection of books is still too small. I need to bring more back when I go down the mountain to attend the Dharma conference this time."
The old Taoist priest had the same temperament as his predecessor and did not pay much attention to this type of Taoist books. Over the past ten years, too many scriptures accumulated from generation to generation were lost and rotted.
The few remaining books were almost torn by him. Taking advantage of the gathering of many Taoist people, he planned to buy a dozen copies to enrich his family.
In front of the courtyard, Chen Yu sat on the bluestone, facing the distant peaks and green trees.
breathe……
When exhaling and exhaling, he does not use any new method he created, but naturally follows the path of combining evil spirits and collecting qi to relax his own mind and body.
Reciting the mantra silently, his mind gradually sank. He felt as if he had fallen into the sea, surrounded by slime, and suddenly felt as if rain and dew were pattering on his face. His expression was relaxed, and he knew that these were the normal conditions of the whole body after concentrating and calming down.
In other words, this is a process of sensory amplification, or in other words, actively reducing some of the originally messy and diverse perceptions through meditation, and the remaining ones will naturally become more obvious.
For example, the breeze caressing the face, or the clothes rubbing against the skin, that's probably the case.
However, it is very interesting to feel it, especially since he is not like ordinary people. His physique is extremely strong when nourished by spiritual liquid, and he also practices martial arts. His spirit is one step away from being transformed, so he can sense the four directions and sink his mind.
A little more mysterious and fresh.
Plop——
Just like water dripping from a spring, it creates invisible ripples.
The next moment, a handful of light overflowed, entwining above the misty chaos, shining like the moon.
Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, and his mind was almost unstable. He had never experienced this scene before when he was gathering his energy and calming down.