"There is a unique charm in the fragrance, and it is quiet and does not know the cold."
"Elder brother, what does this mean?"
Faced with Master Taiyi's question, Guangchengzi did not answer directly, but took out a pile of messy perilla stems and leaves.
Phew~
The sky-blue flames were small and delicate, dancing nimbly at his fingertips.
The stems and leaves of perilla were ignited, and the crackling sound was heard endlessly. At the same time, the faint Niao Na fireworks filled the hall.
Guangchengzi stretched out his right hand, his palm shining with elegant light, and pulled out a piece of dough the size of a fingernail from the smoke.
"This is the unique charm of fragrance."
Guangchengzi crushed the dough, and suddenly a strong aura of woodo emerged.
The slightly vicissitudes of vegetation smells like the first snow, making Taiyi a little intoxicated.
"This method can refine impurities and gather aura, and is often used to refine wooden treasures. The most common and most suitable materials for this method include perilla stems and leaves, white peach branches, Jade Dragon Ganoderma lucidum..."
"This is the common sense of weapon refining. Everyone who is a disciple of Chanjiao knows it. You are already in the Golden Immortal realm, how can you be worse than those outer disciples?"
Guangchengzi said helplessly, the seal in his palm was filled with brilliant lights, and a large amount of material was pushed by the cold wave, slowly suspended in the air.
The fine ice crystals were extremely dense and fell to the ground, and the materials were scattered into powder.
The colorful spiritual liquid floats in the air, turning into a gentle veil that sweeps and twists.
"This is pure and does not know the cold."
"This method is suitable for water channels, ice channels, mud channels, etc., and can remove impurities on a large scale. It is suitable for use when refining flying magic weapons."
Guangchengzi explained with great patience, and there were several disciples sitting below.
The second-generation disciples sat on a green futon, the third-generation disciples sat on colorful beaded earthen seats, and there were some handymen, while the boy stood at the end.
Everyone looked at Guangchengzi attentively, keeping his teachings and experiences in mind.
"Since returning from Xiqi, Senior Brother has completely changed his appearance. He is elegant and easy-going, and he is polite to us. It seems that he has gained a lot from this calamity."
"Haha, most of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the past are now smuggled into the West, and the saint is banned again. If he can't convince the public, wouldn't his teachings be revolutionized?"
"In the final analysis, we have taken advantage. Otherwise, where would we have the face to listen to the sermons of our direct disciples?"
Guang Chengzi listened to everyone's discussions, but always had a warm smile on his face.
Teaching is based on refining weapons.
Guangchengzi inherited the mantle of Yuanshi Tianzun and often carried his junior disciples to eat small dishes. Now his attainments in the path of refining have reached the pinnacle.
Now that Yuanshi Tianzun was imprisoned, he just took this opportunity to establish his prestige, so as to completely hold the teachings in his hands.
As long as the saint is immortal, the sect will never be destroyed.
Guangchengzi is very good at settling accounts.
Confinement is only temporary. Even a saint cannot bear the loneliness of the vicissitudes of life. Sooner or later he will be released.
During this period, it is your opportunity.
He opened the door widely in Kunlun Mountain and preached to all his disciples. He advanced and retreated in a well-founded manner, talked and laughed politely, and sometimes used his words to win over, suppress, or unite, slowly but effectively cultivating his followers.
Bang!
Suddenly, a deafening explosion sounded in the distance.
The majestic spiritual power swept over, with a dull smell of coke, which was obviously caused by the failure of the weapon refining.
Faced with this situation, everyone has long been accustomed to it.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's Yun Zhongzi again. Why has he always overturned during this period, failed to refine weapons, practiced misaligned energy, and even accumulated spiritual treasures will have meridians blocked."
"Who knows? Didn't the sage say that Yun Zhongzi is a destiny-destined golden immortal, and his luck is only lower than that of his senior brother? How could he be in such a miserable state?"
"Well, if nothing else, young Master Hu Ze is diligent and respectful. He has not lived a good life since he became a disciple of Yun Zhongzi, but he has always respected his teacher."
"That's right, Yun Zhongzi has taken on a good apprentice."
"Silence!" At this moment, Guang Chengzi suddenly scolded in a low voice.
"Everyone, the Triumph Conference of Dongzhou will be held in three years. Chanjiao is famous for its art of weapon refining. You will study this method painstakingly during this period. When the time comes, you must not lose my reputation as Chanjiao." p>
"I will obey the decree of Senior Brother!"
Guangchengzi nodded, his eyes scattered on Manjusri's futon.
"Junior Brother Manjusri has always liked to delve into the art of weapon refining. He has always been in the top three in previous triumphal conferences. Even Yun Zhongzi has found it difficult to suppress him."
"It's a pity that he has defected now, and Yun Zhongzi has been in trouble one after another. It seems that I can only take the lead in this conference."
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Phew.
Green smoke swirled and steamed, and the boy in front of him turned into smoke and disappeared.
The light slowly dissipated like a hazy sea of lights, and a clear spring water floated out from the smoke.
The spring water is cold and clear, and the spiritual power inside is rushing endlessly, exuding the majestic aftertaste of the waterway.
This is the Shuiyan Spring, which contains endless clear water. It can nourish tribes of tens of thousands of people for hundreds of years, and has a miraculous effect on clearing up wasteland and cultivating the ground.
Countless refined treasures are slowly swimming and rotating in the air, and they have a special connection with each other.
Thousands of threads of aura bind the treasures together like a spider web, piecing them together into a ragged prototype of the world.
Manjusri sighed, relaxed his muscles and bones, and continued to stride forward.
This is the twenty-sixth level of the Gate of Madness.
Years of practice in Taoism, as well as minor training in Forest Fire, have made him at home in this inheritance.
The test of the Chi Sect is mainly aimed at the attainments of refining the Tao.
Like Tanmen, the difficulty of every ten levels will increase, and the phantoms of the characters will gradually become clearer and clearer from the initial haziness.
They seem to be sublimating from vision to life. Starting from the twentieth level, they not only have independent consciousness, but can even chat with Manjusri about the past and present.
The previous levels are not a test for Manjusri.
During the refining process, he picked it up at his fingertips and squandered it as he pleased, and defeating enemies was as easy as eating and drinking.
After reaching the 30th level, the vision had flesh and blood and emotions, and his movements were as good as those of ordinary creatures. Only then did Manjusri take it seriously and formally compete.
But starting from the thirtieth level, the vision of failure will not dissipate, and will be suddenly crushed by the mighty force of heaven and earth.
Blood flew everywhere and it was torn to pieces.
The fishy smell filled Manjusri's nose, telling him that this was not a game.
Losers will always face death.
Starting from the 40th level, the difficulty skyrockets again.
The refined treasure is transformed from the ordinary and monotonous at first into a magic weapon rich in aura and traces.
There are many restrictions on the magic weapon and the traces are rich, so it is not easy to refine. The simplest acacia cardamom will take two days and nights.
At this time, the spiritual power of the creatures who come to break through the barrier is completely unlocked, and they can activate spells at will, but it can only be a means of refining the Tao.
Manjusri does not have this kind of magic, but if he maintains a steady and steady mentality, he can still win through bumps and bumps.
The difficulty continues to increase, and the practice of vision is vivid.
They are no longer honest and innocent, they will deliberately cause trouble, change the environment, and beg bitterly, constantly disturbing Manjusri's mind, and at the same time, his experience in practicing Taoism will become richer.
It’s hard to move forward.
Manjusri's pressure suddenly increased several times.
However, starting from the 30th level, you will be rewarded every time you win.
The rewards can be described as diverse, including spells, materials, treasures, secret recipes, etc., all of which are excellent.
At the 42nd level, Manjusri obtained a bone relic and raised his level to the peak of immortality, but he had never encountered the magic of refining the Tao.
Finally, at the forty-seventh level, he was so close to victory that he did not choose to continue moving forward, but crushed the teleportation token and left Chimen.
The time it took to break through the level this time was three times that of Tanmen.
After Manjusri calmed down the realm in his body, he found Bai He again.
"Oh my, fellow Taoist Manjusri's coming here has really made my shabby cave suddenly shine."
Bai He strode out to welcome him. After feeling the improvement of Manjusri's realm, the smile on his face became brighter.
Manjusri nodded and followed the other person into the cave.
The steaming hot tea exudes a salty and bitter taste.
Manjusri did not hesitate and took out a large number of treasures.
These treasures are of the highest quality, their spiritual power is as dense as their substance, and their Taoist essence is transparent and flawless, visible to the naked eye.
Baihe boy's eyes narrowed, and he was shocked that Manjusri could bring out so many good things.
Such precious and numerous treasures cannot be found in the Chi Sect until at least level 40.
Invisibly, Manjusri's attainments in refining the Tao made him a little frightened.
"Ahem, fellow Taoist Manjusri, I have left a good treasure for you this time."
Bai He leaned over with a wink and took out a bright red third-grade lotus seed.
This is a third-grade fiery red lotus seed.
The lotus seeds are slightly shriveled, looking like they don't have enough water, and the surface is as rough as fish scales.
Its aura is weak, and the fire is dotted, as if a dry firewood is about to be extinguished, exuding the charm of wailing and begging for mercy.
"This is the dead son of Yehuo Honglian. Do you like it, fellow Taoist?"
Bai He's face was filled with a flattering smile, and he carefully held the lotus seeds in his hands, caring for them as if they were his heart and soul.
The red lotus of karma fire is a specialty of the Blood Sea. It can generate karma fire to burn sins. It is a treasure that is sought after by demonic creatures walking in the wilderness.
They have always used killing to plunder resources. Each of them is burdened with huge sins and karma, and sooner or later they will die under the accountability of heaven.
If you have a red lotus by your side, you can get rid of the shackles of sin, and from now on the sea will be vast and you can jump like a fish.
Of course, the red lotus is extremely precious, and its body grows in the depths of the sea of blood. It is the spiritual treasure of the ancestor of Styx.
He has always been stingy and harsh, and only when the Shura Sect was first established, he rewarded eight Shura leaders with a ninth-grade red lotus seed each.
Today, the red lotuses circulating in the ancient world, whether they are sixth grade or third grade, all come from the eight Shura leaders.
They are not good at cultivation and are greedy for immediate benefits. They constantly consume the ninth-grade red lotus and produce a large number of third-grade lotus seeds.
The seas have changed, the stars have changed.
After all, there is a problem with killing the chicken to retrieve the eggs. Eighty percent of the lotus seeds that are spawned have insufficient spiritual energy and are stillborn.
Because of this, the price of red lotus has skyrocketed, and it is not enough in the Blood Sea, let alone in the barren land of the West.
But Baihe is different.
He found a new way and specialized in the business of dead lotus seeds.
This kind of lotus seed does not have enough aura to be used for a long time, but crushing it can erupt into powerful karmic fire, which can burn away a large number of sins in an instant.
The low price and high production made him suffer from cracks in the Shura tribe and eat a lot of leftovers.
In his eyes, Manjusri had too much blood on his hands and was most suitable for such a treasure.
Bai He observed the words and expressions beside him and found that Manjusri's expression had not changed, so he knew that the treasure he took out this time still did not seem to be in line with his wishes.
Sure enough, Manjusri waved his hand disapprovingly and took out a list again from his arms.
"There's no need to show me those goods that are in short supply. There's no guarantee that this kind of stuff will keep flowing, and the price remains high for no apparent reason. You'd better help me search for some ordinary resources."
Manjusri said "seriously", turned around and left the cave.
Looking at his leaving figure, Bai He's face turned slightly gloomy.
"The ruins of King Suddhodana are full of carnage. The number of creatures that can come out safe and sound is no more than 30% of the total number. What's more, the karma of demonic creatures like us is entangled, and there are countless casualties and it is difficult to survive. Manjushri walks on the tip of a knife all day long.
How can I walk around like this without worrying at all?"
……
Dududu,dududu.
Several round gray-backed beetles are striking the rotten wood hard.
They are as big as a baby's fist, and the backs of their shells are covered with abrupt rocks, shaped like ferocious pines and cypresses.
In the translucent solitary room, these beetles seemed to be able to swallow up the light. The surroundings were full of pitch black, with many tiny tentacles extending outward.
This is a rock armor helmet, a strange beast from the stone path.
This kind of insect is ignorant, reproduces very fast, eats only plants, and is several times more ferocious than locusts. It has been cleaned up several times by the Western venerables, but there are still fish that have slipped through the net and are hiding in the corners. In a few years, there will be
A huge swarm of insects appeared again.
Later, it was Saint Zhunti who took action himself to completely kill this alien species and solve this kind of problem from the root.
The one in Manjusri's hand is also a reward obtained from the House of Madness.
"It is indeed a rock armor helmet that makes the West talk about it. The speed of reproduction is really amazing."
Manjusri looked at the insects that were all colliding, and his left eye suddenly turned and breathed forest fire, wrapping them all up and slowly tempering them.
Rocks fell one after another, the forest fire gathered into the ebb and flow of the sea tide, and the rock helmet was looming in the flames.
They squeaked in terror, but were inevitably burned to ashes and fell onto the colorful lotus leaves.
Manjusri was not in a hurry to collect the dust, but took out a pine tree from the cold wave bottle.
This pine tree is tall and lush, full of fruits the size of goose eggs, and its surface is covered with black and white stripes, like a zebra's fur.
This is the spiritual plant sent by Baihe in the morning.
The Prodigal Tree.
Although it is a plant, it is the way of love.
The fruit of this tree can make people emotional, especially for males. The effect is terrifying. Ordinary creatures often die of exhaustion after taking it.
There are traces of this spiritual plant in the Marriage Palace in heaven and the Naihe Bridge in the underworld.
Manjusri cut a slit horizontally from the Prodigal Son Fruit and stuffed the dust from the rock helmet inside.
The sound of teeth grinding was heard, and the fruit was chewed like a mouth, and the black lines on the surface gradually turned into rocks.
Gulu~
After the prodigal tree ate up the dust, a huge gap opened in the middle of the trunk.
Peach ancient water, dolomite, Pingtan horns, broken gold star chips, cold streams...
A dazzling array of precious materials were continuously thrown in by Manjusri. After the gaps were filled, the emerald green eyes turned and the forest fire suddenly flew out.
The fire burned brightly, and colorful smoke filled the air, climbing up to the shoulders like silk.
Manjusri's fingertips were full of spiritual energy. He reached into the smoke and pulled out a strange colorful stone.