Ye Xuan has not yet been able to understand the meaning of the four patterns on the seal.
On the contrary, he already partially understood the magical power of the seal.
Ye Xuan's spirit focused on the four patterns on the seal, and he instantly entered the cave connected to the seal, where a huge monument stood.
There are many holes carved on the stele, with nine rows and eight columns in total. There are ancient seal characters at the top of each column. Ye Xuan can clearly understand the meaning of the eight characters, which are: heaven, earth, human, ghost, god, demon, spirit.
beast.
In the hole in the sixth row of the Tianzi column, the white air breathed out by the two dragons hovered in it, either entangled or scattered.
He focused on the white qi, and the information about the white qi flowed into his mind: the young dragon is born with true energy.
The innate true energy of the young dragon: The innate true energy vomited out by the young dragon whose five elements have not yet manifested and whose mysteries have not yet been discovered can be used to cleanse the essence and cut the marrow, and produce various magical changes.
The introduction was miraculous, but after many experiments, Ye Xuan discovered that the true energy stored in the holes of the stone tablet could only be put into the bodies of other living beings and could not affect itself at all.
Recently, the two senior brothers have been cheating and drinking at Partridge View, and Ye Xuan has no chance to test the magical effect of this white energy. Now that the two freeloaders are finally sent away, he can also test the young dragon's innate innocence.
magical effect.
After all, it was the true energy revealed by the young dragon. Ye Xuan had accumulated it for a long time, but he only had four of it. He couldn't just catch a mouse, and the grass snakes and the like would test it on it and waste all natural resources.
Ye Xuan regained consciousness, thought for a moment, and decided to use a young dragon's innate energy on his temple-protecting god.
Just do what he said, Ye Xuan clenched his fists and pushed away the house where the coffin was placed.
The atmosphere was so gloomy that just the three coffins placed in the opaque house made Ye Xuan feel chills running down his spine.
He walked quietly to the coffin containing the temple protector, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pushed half of the coffin lid open.
The temple-protecting god inside is lying quietly, with his eyes closed, a green face with fangs, and leopard eyes ringed with brows.
The strong cold air hit his face, making Ye Xuan tremble.
Ye Xuan lowered his head and looked at the face of the temple protector, pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, and immediately sensed the corpse control talisman he had planted in his body, locking the corpse energy throughout his body and firmly bringing it under his control.
among.
This temple-protecting deity was an unclaimed corpse that he acquired after he settled in Partridge Temple.
The original body saw that the corpse was strong and strong, and used the secret method of corpse refining to determine its destiny. It had just begun to sacrifice to the temple protector, so it was considered well-prepared.
However, this temple-protecting deity is ultimately inferior to the corpses of warrior soldiers or generals that roam the battlefield. It possesses a fierce killing aura that can frighten evil spirits, and the murderous aura can gradually condense into a corpse elixir.
If I feed it a young dragon's true energy, it will be able to compete with those general corpses and warrior corpses, right? This young dragon's true energy has the magical effect of washing the essence and marrow and improving the potential of qualifications!
Ye Xuanru thought about it, took out the seal in his arms, and lightly printed it on the forehead of the temple protector.
With a thought in his mind, a young dragon's innate energy left the seal and fell into the forehead of the temple protector. Under the control of Ye Xuan's thoughts, it circulated in the body of the temple protector for a week, and slowly returned to the corpse control talisman between the eyebrows.
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Ye Xuan looked at the appearance of the temple god again, but saw no change at all.
He boldly opened the eyes of the temple protector, and there were still faint green light spots in his eyes. He fed a young dragon's true energy to it, but there was no effect at all!
Is it because the young dragon was given too little True Qi, so its changes were not so obvious?
Ye Xuan thought for a moment, and then poured a young dragon's true Qi into the temple guardian god.
He stood next to the coffin and carefully observed the changes of the temple guardian. After a long time, he still didn't find any difference between the temple guardian and the previous one.
Ye Xuan didn't think it was because the seal or the young dragon's true energy was ineffective. He speculated that it was because the temple protector himself didn't fit well with the young dragon's true energy in the Tianzi sequence.
Perhaps the true Qi of the 'Earth' sequence or the 'Human' sequence can enhance its potential and qualifications.
It's a pity that the two young dragons are really Qi.
The contact with the temple guardian gods diluted my fear of the temple guardian gods, which can be regarded as a small gain.
Ye Xuan once again checked the corpse-controlling talisman between the temple protector's eyebrows to ensure that it was functioning properly, then closed the coffin lid and left the house.
Not long after he left, the negative energy in the room quietly gathered and poured into the coffin containing the temple protector.
In the dark and cramped coffin, irrigated by Yin Qi, jet-black scales gradually grew on the blue-grey skin of the temple protector, and they stood upright as the Yin Qi flowed.
It slowly opened its eyes and exhaled a black breath: "Ha..."
In the whites of the eyes, dots of green light converged into a green eye kernel. This green gradually deepened and turned into a deep green color!
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Ye Xuan tidied the backyard and started sweeping the main hall.
Every day, if there are no villagers or villagers asking to perform rituals and drive away evil spirits, Ye Xuan's main job is to guard the Partridge Temple, clean the inside and outside, and keep the statue solemn and quiet.
Life like this is quite peaceful. If nothing happens, I will be a Taoist abbot for the rest of my life.
but……
When he thought of the rumors he had heard before, Ye Xuan felt that God might not grant his wish.
After cleaning the temple, it was almost noon, so I prepared lunch. I cooked a piece of fat sausage with radishes from the vegetable garden in the backyard, and ate two large bowls of rice with the vegetables.
As a practitioner, just practicing boxing every day consumes a lot of energy. How can you do it without eating some meat to increase your energy?
Practitioners in this world, regardless of whether they are monks or monastics, do not have to ban meat and fish.
After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Ye Xuan also cleaned the pork belly.
This thing tastes delicious and has a good texture, but it is not convenient to handle.
Ye Xuan first used a knife to clean out the mucus inside the pork belly to reveal the tender red surface, and then scrubbed it with flour and salt in turns to complete the cleaning process.
He put the cleaned pork belly in a basin, sat at the door of the hall, and looked at the sky through the branches and leaves of the old locust tree outside the courtyard. The shadows of the trees were dancing, the sunshine was warm, and he felt sleepy unknowingly.
In his sleep, Ye Xuan felt as if he had returned to the chef of his own restaurant.
The old hen soup was simmering in the earthen pot on the coal stove, and I was scooping oil into the hot pot with a large spoon.
The old hen soup is so delicious.
Stewing soup requires some time and heat. I want to drink soup...
There's still half a bag of mung beans left in the house. Let's make bean paste and tripe soup tonight...
With his thoughts floating around, Ye Xuan woke up leisurely, feeling a sense of sadness that he was separated from the current reality.
He sat on the stool in a daze for a long time, until there was a heavy knock on the door outside the temple.
Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!
After Ye Xuan's management, he gradually got along well with the nearby villagers, unlike his original relationship with the villagers, which was alienated.
Therefore, he usually takes a nap at this time, and the villagers try not to disturb him at this time.
Like today, it should be an emergency.
Urgent?
Ye Xuan instantly thought of things like 'exorcising corpses', 'exorcising evil spirits' and so on, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
However, if he stretched out his head and retracted his head, he would also get a knife. He had no choice but to stand up and open the door to take a look.
As soon as the two temple doors opened, a farmer with a wrinkled face and a turban came face to face.
His sleeves were still stained with the color of grass leaves. He must have just been tending crops in the field. Something happened at home and he hurriedly came to Partridge View for help.
When the farmer saw Ye Xuan's face and the vague calmness and tranquility, his anxiety could not help but ease a bit. As Ye Xuan bowed to invite him in, and stepped into the temple, the coolness became more obvious, and he
The chaotic thinking gradually became more subdued.
The old farmer bowed before the statue of the Immortal Partridge in partridge feathers, and offered incense and money in the merit box - if you ask the abbot or Taoist priest to do something, you can't not even give him a share of wages.
The Yinxian Sect takes 30% of the money in this merit box, and the rest is used to support the daily needs of the abbot, which is also Ye Xuan's main source of income today.
After offering incense and offering sacrifices, the old farmer was invited to the side hall by Ye Xuan and asked carefully what happened to him and how he wanted to solve it.
Although Ye Xuan was worried in his heart, he remained calm on his face, which made the old farmer more convinced of him.
The old slave grinned and showed his yellow teeth. He lowered his head to look at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the short table. His eyes wandered and said: "Taoist Priest, I am Zhang Da at the foot of Qingniu Mountain. My mother has left, and I would like to ask you to perform a ritual ceremony."
Zhang Da stretched out his hands like chicken claws and gestured: "I love liveliness, singing and dancing, do you think you can do it?"
So that's what happened...
Ye Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and began to ask about Zhang Da's mother's age, birth date, etc. He promised to hold a lively ceremony for his family tomorrow and sent her out of the temple.
It's a good practice, although it's a bit tiring, you have to chant sutras and have the horns of the sheep jumping like crazy, but at least you don't get close to evil spirits. If you do well, the host will seal some more money and give it to the temple.
With a heartfelt smile on his face, Ye Xuan walked through the temple to the backyard. When he looked up, he saw the golden crow falling to the west and gradually falling to the back of the mountain, making the trees and weeds on the mountain outside the backyard glow red.
He patted his forehead and recalled his thoughts when he woke up from the dream.
It’s time to make bean paste and tripe soup...
There was a pot on the wood stove, with water boiling and bubbling inside.
Steam filled the woodshed, making it as hot as a sauna and making Ye Xuan sweat like rain.
At dusk after half a month of summer, mosquitoes are already buzzing in search of food.
Fortunately, the red stove fire also made them feel afraid and did not dare to approach, so Ye Xuan was protected from mosquito bites.
He added a handful of firewood to the stove, grabbed the sweat towel on his shoulder with his other hand, and used the sweat towel soaked in water to relieve the heat on his face.
He had to build a small stove. This big stove would waste a lot of firewood. He couldn't finish the food cooked in such a big pot.
Ye Xuan threw a piece of firewood into the stove hole, stood up, walked to the stove, and looked at the pork belly in the pot.
The pork belly has been cooked in boiling water until it turns tender white, and is surrounded by green onion knots and ginger slices, exuding an alluring aroma.
"It's not ready yet..." Ye Xuan muttered, took off the claw hook from the wall, picked up the whole pig belly from the boiling water, and scooped out the remaining water and poured it away.
Cut the pork belly into strips one finger long and one finger wide on the chopping board, then place an earthen pot on another stove to boil water.
Pour oil into an iron pot with dry water, add ginger slices and peppercorns and sauté until fragrant, add tripe strips and stir-fry for a while, then scoop them up and pour them into a casserole.
Then add the soaked mung beans and start to simmer over low heat.
At this point, the bean paste and tripe soup was mostly completed. Ye Xuan filled some firewood into the stove hole and let it burn slowly. He could leave the kitchen temporarily.