Chapter 134: Spiritual Origin Pill

"It is indeed not easy to meet after going to the capital, but it is not that there is no chance to meet at all," the Third Shixiong said happily. "Daoist friends might know that except for the first one, all disciples of our Fuqiu Temple have to go down the mountain. In such a prosperous place as the capital, taking advantage of the fact that the dynasty hasn't changed yet, I don't know about the other brothers, but I naturally have to go and see. Otherwise, if the world changes, even if the capital is not looted by war, the next Son of Heaven might not know where to move the capital. It's better to go and see, go and see."

"That would be great! I heard that our Daoist temple is less than two miles south of the city, and you can see it when you leave the city. If Daoist friend Li Miaolin comes to the capital, be sure to come and have a chat."

"Good, good, good! This way, there will be a place to stay when going to the capital!"

"Hahaha..."

A group of Daoists sat under the pine tree and talked happily.

In the following two days, Lin Jue took the three Daoist priests from Qiyun Mountain for a good tour around Mount Yishan, went to visit several Daoist temples of the Lingfa Sect to thank them and report the results, walking until the legs of the three were sore.

After sending them off, winter arrived.

Mount Yishan was colder day by day.

Gradually, it reached the time when heavy snow was flying.

Even the pine trees in the Daoist temple were covered with ice crystals, and the ground was covered with snow. There were often footprints of various animals. Sometimes, just by pushing open the door, one could see the sea of clouds, beautiful as if not of the human world.

People from under the mountain often came to the door, asking for help to eliminate Yaoguai.

The world was indeed getting more and more chaotic.

In fact, when encountering Yaoguai and ghost matters, people of this era would also report to the officials to handle them, so there were many strange stories circulating in the world about officials eliminating Yaoguai and officials judging ghosts. Often these officials would be considered upright and powerful. So much so that later, many officials used some means to fabricate such things to gild their faces, increase their political achievements, and show that they could eliminate Yaoguai and judge ghosts, making them good officials who were not afraid of Yaoguai and ghosts and had no guilty conscience.

So such rumors were also half-true and half-false.

In general, in a peaceful and prosperous age, Yaoguai and ghost matters were fewer, and they were often just small Yaoguai and small ghosts, and the government was more willing and had more courage and spare energy to manage such things.

In chaotic times, it was the opposite.

Yaoguai and ghost matters became more numerous, and the Yaoguai that came out to make trouble became very powerful. On one hand, the government couldn't cope, and on the other hand, before the imperial court collapsed, it was often rotten from beginning to end, and the officials didn't want to manage it anymore.

Therefore, there were many people who came to the door in this winter.

There were poor commoners, large clans in the village, and more were merchants. Scattered, they also collected some thank-you money, most of which was taken by Master and given to Lin Jue, letting him feed it to the Silver-Eating Ghost.

Unknowingly, it was another cold winter month.

Lin Jue had a stove in front of him, and on the small table beside him were two wood carvings, both tall and sturdy human figures, and he was holding a small hammer, cushioning an anvil, gently hammering a tiny gold bead.

The bead was very small, not even as big as a millet grain.

The sound of ding-ding came from the room.

A small bead was soon hammered into a tiny fish scale by him.

Lin Jue took it in front of him to examine it carefully, and took out another piece to compare, to see if the size and shape were the same, if the thickness was uniform, and adjusted it, only then putting it into a small bowl on the ground.

The bowl already had half a bowl of the same scales.

Immediately, he picked up tweezers and picked out a small bead of the same size, burned red, from the stove.

"Ding-ding..."

This was making armor for the bean soldiers.

"Hiss..."

Lin Jue suddenly shivered, frowned, and said without looking back: "I told you, you are not allowed to practice spitting cold air in the room; only in the summer is it allowed."

"Ying?"

The fox behind him stared at him in confusion.

"If you want to practice, go outside."

"?"

The fox turned its head and looked outside.

Although the doors and windows were closed tightly, it knew that outside at this time it must be a sheet of white, freezing cold.

So cold! Go outside to practice?

The fox was not stupid.

Fuyao shook its head, turned its body, and spat to the other side.

Spitting and spitting, it suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.

It seemed its body had become a little heavier?

It must be that it spat too much air and was a bit tired.

The fox thought so.

Practice ends here for today.

Lin Jue was still busy, the ding-dang sound ringing incessantly.

During this period, the things on the mountain, besides routine cultivation and cooking, were comprehending and practicing the "Mountain Pressing Down" magic, and making bean soldiers.

The entry into the "Mountain Pressing Down" magic was even faster than he had originally thought.

Probably because this magic was originally an earth-element magic, and also borrowed the spiritual aura of the mountain, and in his last trip down the mountain, he had been carrying the Mountain God token. Carrying the token naturally allowed him to feel the spiritual aura of Mount Yishan, and Mount Yishan was one of the mountains with the most spiritual aura in the world besides the legendary three mountains and the five directions and five mountains. After he returned the Mountain God token to the Mountain God, although this feeling was interrupted, the harvest comprehended during that time did not immediately fade away, but became one of the paths he had walked, turning into his own harvest.

Borrowing those comprehensions, learning Mountain Pressing Down was simply handy.

Even the "Stone Transformation Method" had made quite a lot of progress because of this.

Recently, the weather was too cold, not suitable for going out, so he made bean soldiers carefully in the room.

Now it was time to make armor.

The armor and weapons of the bean soldiers did not use the spiritual gold bestowed by the Mountain God—Lin Jue had originally intended to use it, but after telling the Third Shixiong, the Third Shixiong said it was a waste and not suitable. It just so happened that he went to the city to eliminate Yaoguai, encountered a Yaoguai with quite some cultivation, and obtained a little spiritual gold, so he shared some with Lin Jue, and Lin Jue also shared some Mountain God spiritual gold with him.

It was said to be fragments of the furnace used by the ancient emperor to refine pills. Actually, it wasn't any powerful spiritual gold originally, but it was used by that ancient emperor to refine pills and was stained with the spiritual aura of the Golden Core, which made it more extraordinary. Nowadays, it could be considered a relatively high-grade spiritual gold, but the top-level spiritual objects were always created by heaven and earth.

And this process was actually quite interesting.

Carving bean soldiers was like doing art, and making tiny armor was also like doing some kind of handicraft. Besides fun, being selflessly immersed in it and making no mistakes was also like some kind of cultivation.

Being too selfless, he didn't notice that a wisp of gray smoke slowly seeped out from the drawer beside him.

The gray smoke floated in the air and turned into a Big-Headed Ghost.

When Lin Jue noticed the abnormality and turned his head, the Big-Headed Ghost was standing timidly beside him, bending over with its head down, holding a spiritual pill in both hands, holding it above its head, looking very well-behaved.

"Zhen, Zhenren, pill, pill medicine."

"Hmm?"

Lin Jue first looked at the pill, then looked at it: "Has your injury recovered?"

"Re, recovered."

"No need to be so timid and respectful," Lin Jue stood up curiously and took the spiritual pill from its hand. "According to Master's words, this is an equal exchange. We feed you silver, help you heal, and provide you with shelter, and you swallow silver and spit out pills, which can also be considered helping us cultivate. We also have places where we should thank you."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The Silver-Eating Ghost was still very respectful: "This is the first Spiritual Origin Pill I have spat out."

"Let me see."

Lin Jue pinched the pill and examined it carefully.

It was a silver-white pill, looking like silver, about the size of a thumb, feeling very heavy when pinched, but far from being as heavy as ten taels. The spiritual aura in the pill was mysterious, and the surface naturally produced mist.

It seemed very miraculous.

"This pill has no impurities and is the purest Spiritual Origin Pill," the Silver-Eating Ghost said. "Thanks to the silver in the temple coming from a proper source, not mixed with a trace of impure energy or filth."

"You rest first."

Lin Jue pinched the pill, deciding first to show it to Master.

So he pinched the pill and walked out.

With a creak, the room door opened.

About a quarter of an hour later, there was another creak, and the room door was opened from the outside again.

The Daoist wearing thick clothes walked back, sat down by the stove again, and the pill he was pinching in his hand was still this one.

After examining it for a while, he put it to his mouth and licked it lightly.

The taste was very complex, and he also tasted the spiritual aura.

The next moment, he didn't hesitate anymore and put it into his mouth.

A mouthful of spiritual pill entered his stomach, immediately turning into spiritual energy and spiritual aura.

Lin Jue closed his eyes.

Cultivating the Dao was a mysterious and complex matter, by no means just simply swallowing and spitting spiritual energy, and cultivation was not just deep magical power, so this pill was also not simple. Besides the heavy spiritual energy, it also had its own mysteries. The existence of this mystery might be the reason why the origin of silver and the impure energy in the mouths of Yaoguai and ghosts affected the quality of the pill.

Lin Jue noticed the feeling of the ancient book being activated; it was an indescribable palpitation.

However, at this time, he was still more focused on comprehending the mystery.

The fox walked back and forth beside him, sometimes leaning close to look at him, sometimes stretching, sometimes yawning, playing with its own tail.

Don't know how long it had passed, Lin Jue then opened his eyes.

The first thing that came into view was his own fox's face, almost close to his face, curiously staring at him.

"You go play elsewhere."

Lin Jue reached out and held the fox, putting it aside, only then retreating to the bed.

First, he took out the ancient book and opened it to look.

There was an extra magic on the ancient book—

Cold Spitting Technique, a method of spitting cold air.

Water-Yin Method, the practitioner spits cold air, can turn water into ice, form frost in summer, and freeze people into statues.

Beginners spit cold air from their mouths, which is icy cold to the touch, can relieve heat; learning more can turn water into ice, and cold air can hurt people; those with profound skills can turn things into ice upon touch, and those with great abilities can spit a mouthful of cold air, making snow fly all over the city.

This was spat out by the fox.

It was the evidence of the crime of the fox spitting cold air at him.

However, Lin Jue didn't plan to learn it for the time being.

Because there were more and more magics on the ancient book, and his time and energy were limited. Since his own fox knew it, he could first focus his energy on other magics.

So he turned another page.

"Whoosh..."

Silver Spiritual Pill, also known as Spiritual Origin Pill.

The way of refining pills, gold, silver, lead, mercury, cinnabar, and jade stones all have their uses. Among pills that mainly use silver as a carrier, the most famous is the Silver Spiritual Pill. The complexity and mystery of its pill recipe, the long time it takes to refine it by oneself, and even the harsh requirements for the alchemist are also unique.

It can be used by those who have not become Zhenren, consuming it increases magical power and cultivation. According to one's own cultivation level, one can eat one to three pills a month, and no more than three pills.

However, there is another kind of Silver Spiritual Pill, which is the Silver Spiritual Pill spat out by the Silver-Eating Ghost, one of the two ghosts of the pill path.

Refining Silver Spiritual Pills originally requires pure silver, and it cannot come from an improper source. The Silver-Eating Ghost eating silver is also the same, and it cannot eat too much silver in a month, otherwise the quality of the pills will be uneven. However, there are often greedy people in the world, so the quality of the Silver Spiritual Pills spat out by the Silver-Eating Ghost varies, and it must be carefully distinguished.

"Sure enough."

This Silver-Eating Ghost was indeed right.

This feeling...

I suppose if a righteous cultivator obtained it, even if they coveted the spiritual pill, as long as they cared about cultivation, they would not demand excessively or do immoral and illegal things.

"One pill a month..."

Lin Jue felt that his own state at this time indeed had some increase in cultivation. Although it was far from leaping forward and couldn't compare to the pill fruits in the mountains, the feeling was also not small.

Don't know how that Demon King ate it.

However, he didn't plan to eat more.

It wasn't that he didn't plan to, but his financial resources were not enough.

Although the reputation of Fuqiu Temple had been spreading wider and wider in these two years, and since the Demon King's turmoil this year, it had become more and more chaotic under the mountain, the silver the temple could get in a month was only a few dozen taels, sometimes even less. And from the next pill on, it had to be handed over to Master, and then he would distribute it to the Shixiongs.

It would be considered good if everyone could be distributed one pill a month.

"Just right..."

Currently, it is best for one person to eat one pill a month.

Lin Jue shook his head, saw the fox opposite staring at him, said "not delicious" to it, pinched the paper page, and listened carefully.

Inside was recorded the complete formula for the Spiritual Origin Pill.

It was indeed complex in ingredients and extremely mysterious.

Perhaps in the future, the Second Shixiong could refine it himself.

Lin Jue thought so, sat up, prepared to change to the kitchen to warm up, and then ask the Fifth Shixiong for medical skills. ===== CHAPTER 135 =====