Chapter 83: Seeing the big from the small, knowing everything clearly
Chapter 85: Seeing the big from the small, knowing everything clearly
Taking the shiny golden tissue paper, Chen Mou read the text on it, which was as thin as spider silk, and scanned it from left to right.
This technique called "Qiuhao Divine Refining Technique" only has the "Forging the Divine Chapter" at the front intact. The small half of the text at the back has been erased using magic. It is clean and does not damage the page. It is really a pity.
"Brother, is this paper made of gold? How come it is so thin and tough, and more transparent than silk."
Chen Mou collected two pieces of tissue paper about the same size as this and asked for advice.
Cui Xiao smiled and said: "This is 'Heavenly Gold Silk Paper'. It is made of a rare 'Heavenly Gold' material. Compared with it, worldly gold is not worthy of carrying shoes. If you get this kind of paper in the future, remember to keep it well."
When refining magic weapons, adding some of them can improve the quality. Five thousand years ago, heavenly gold and silk paper were very common in the world of cultivation, but now they are becoming increasingly rare."
"Wouldn't the skills recorded above be destroyed?"
From an archaeological perspective, Chen Mou felt that damaging rare cultural relics in the world of cultivation was also a sin.
He couldn't imagine what process was used to make silk paper that was so smooth and uniform in thickness with no traces of forging?
It is as light and thin as cicada wings, with cloud patterns flowing against the light, and is as exquisite as nature.
"You idiot, if you copy down the exercises or record them in jade slips, how can they be damaged?"
Cui Xiao took the opportunity to laugh and curse, and went outside.
To him, it was just a rare piece of material, and it would be a pity to use it.
Chen Mou took out a pen and paper from his storage bag, and sat down at his desk to copy out the remains of the exercises. He finished it in less than half an hour and proofread it carefully twice.
Return the paper to Senior Brother Cui.
Walking on the bustling street, Chen Mou came face to face with a tall old man wearing brown clothes and a tall beard. He quickly stepped aside and bowed his hands.
"I've met Senior Hao!"
The passers-by monks nearby could not tell the old man's depth, but when they heard a Qi Refining monk respectfully address him as "Senior", they all avoided him, fearing to pry rudely.
"Let's take a walk and talk to me for a few words."
The old man in brown clothes didn't mean to meet Chen Mou by chance, and he couldn't do it because of his status. But since he happened to meet Chen Mou in the crowd, he had a chance to meet him. He became interested in inquiring and continued walking forward.
Chen Mou didn't know what this old man, whom he had met twice, wanted to test, so he fell behind and followed him from the side.
His current identity is in the favor of Senior Brother Cui, and the foundation-building monks and stewards of various sects in the city keep a distance from him because Cui Xiao is too powerful and unkind.
The other casual cultivators knew nothing about it and lived their own unrelated lives.
"You have a good relationship with Mr. Hong, how did you meet?"
"I used to work as a manager in the forging room in the backyard of Forging Arms Pavilion for a period of time, and I have known Senior Hong for several years."
"Old man Hong lives in this small place, only a dozen years away. He knows a lot of people, but there are not many people who can invite him to drink tea. You boy looks honest, but he is actually very dishonest."
The old man in brown clothes was a little dissatisfied. He glanced back at the little Taoist priest who was becoming more and more respectful and said: "It's not a shameful bad thing. It's a shame to hide it. In the city, there are only five or six people who know the true identity of Old Man Hong.
Where did you learn about it? He is also taken seriously by Mr. Hong, so there is nothing to hide."
This time I made it clear.
He was stuck in the market, extremely bored, and wanted to find something new to do and have fun.
"Don't use that guy Cui Xiao as a shield. He definitely didn't know about Old Man Hong before. It doesn't matter if you really don't want to talk about it. I never force others."
The old man in brown clothes continued to stroll leisurely, stopped talking, and posed a difficult problem to the young man behind him.
Chen Mou followed speechlessly. How could he not hear the truth and the irony? This old man's curiosity is too strong. Go ask shopkeeper Hong. After thinking about it, he sent a message: "Senior Brother Gu said it."
"Senior Brother Gu?"
The old man in brown clothes repeated something, and then Cui Xiao thought of the powerful Gu in Xuandu Temple. There was only one who could match the number, and he happened to be a close friend of Old Man Hong. He suddenly lost interest, waved his hands and walked away, too lazy to say anything else.
Ask one more question.
He got close to several old men in Wenjianfeng, and Aiwujiwu took care of Cui Xiao.
He and Gu Zong, who is Na Yunfeng, have nothing to do with each other. They are both in love with each other, but they hate each other and it would be better not to see each other.
The interactions between high-ranking monks are so strange. They don't agree with each other, and there is no reason to explain.
Chen Mou didn't expect that Senior Brother Gu's reputation was so great that a strange Jindan senior would walk away after hearing the news and ignore him. He was also happy to relax and not force himself to get closer to the master, so he walked into the store and browsed for a while.
, then go down the mountain and go home.
After dinner, entering the peak of the alien world, Chen Mou had already memorized the God-Forging Chapter of "Qiuhao God-Refining Technique".
It’s not difficult to say, it’s not easy to say.
This secret refining book is a basic method to gradually strengthen the soul and use spiritual consciousness by "seeing the big from the small and discerning the subtle details".
At the beginning of the practice, it was very boring. It was to record the spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness according to the exercise method, and then spread it through circling, stirring, and then circling and compressing, and then compressed and compressed in the opposite direction. This cycle was repeated nine times, until the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning.
He stumbled and fell to the ground.
Chen Mou was lying on the glass floor, feeling the strong dizziness all over his body, the nausea and vomiting that made the world turn upside down, and he even wanted to die.
After more than a quarter of an hour, I managed to regain my composure, got up, sat cross-legged, meditated, exercised, and adjusted my breath to regain my lost mental strength.
Why is there no one that is easy to master in one go and is particularly suitable for him?
He believes it exists, but he hasn't found it yet.
In addition to practicing the God-fortifying chapter, he also strengthened the intensity of simultaneous practice of "Physical Photography" and "Taking Power". He was already able to throw an iron block weighing fifty or sixty kilograms in the air and flip it around, like a juggling act.
Don't let the iron block fall to the ground for half an hour.
He has a treasured cultivation land that can quickly restore his soul. The conditions are so good that outsiders cannot envy him.
If you find the God-forging technique, why don't you train yourself to the point of death?
After three months of inhuman torture, with his face looking excessively and abnormally pale every day, in December, Chen Mou finally felt relieved that all the hardships were over.
Or maybe I just got used to it after feeling dizzy.
Enhanced anti-halation ability.
My body is strong and I am less likely to fall down due to training. My spirit has improved by about 30%.
I have heard that Senior Brother Cui, who has never practiced the "Qiuhao Divine Refining Technique", said that it is easier to train the soul in the early stage, but it is almost impossible to quickly improve the soul later.
In the mid-winter weather with heavy snowfall, Chen Mou, wearing a thin blue monk's robe, walked out of the west room and landed in the courtyard.
Taking a leisurely stroll through the park, he has loved snowy days since he was a child.
The flying goose feathers of snow fell to the side just a few feet away from him.
He has been able to use his invisible consciousness to silently bounce away all approaching snowflakes.
I passed through the snowflakes, but not a single flower touched me.