Chapter 135: Fellow Villager Seeks Help (Seeking monthly votes)

The Daoist temple in the mountains was covered by heavy snow again, the colors of the red walls and green tiles seeming to become blurred in the fog and snow, and also seeming to be set off more vividly by the snow.

In the Mountain-Moving Hall, two people sat opposite each other.

Outside the door beside them was a snowy scene, and by the threshold sat a fox and a few cats, with a stove in the middle, on which meat skewers, small scallions, and eggs were being roasted.

"According to my speculation, that ancient immortal who tested the Mountain-Moving Ancestor and passed down the immortal arts is very likely the previous owner of this Fuqiu Peak, Lord Fuqiu."

The Fifth Shixiong's tone of speaking was very much like an old physician, his voice very light, but no matter how light, it could make people hear clearly:

"Our medical skills are also passed down from him."

"Lord Fuqiu..."

Lin Jue flipped the skewers, revealing a thoughtful look.

He had not heard this name.

However, he had witnessed the Fifth Shixiong's medical skills.

"If you want to learn my medical skills, it's not such a simple matter. This magic is like the Second Shixiong's pill refining technique, unfathomable, and not like the pill refining technique, which has a set of basic and universal pill refining methods," the Fifth Shixiong sat upright and said to him. "If we talk about fighting magic down the mountain, this medical skill of mine is perhaps the weakest among the seven magics of our temple, but to learn it, it is the most time-consuming, and even if a god exhausts a lifetime, there is no end."

"If Shixiong's medical skill reaches a profound level, it wouldn't be impossible to be canonized as a god by medical skill, right?"

"Who knows?" the Fifth Shixiong laughed. "Anyway, in the secular world under the mountain, there are not a few who have left their names in history by medical skill."

"That's about the same as becoming a god."

"Hehe..."

The Fifth Shixiong laughed in a very old-fashioned way, looking younger than the Third Shixiong, but getting along as if he were ten years older than the Third Shixiong.

Immediately, he explained very directly to Lin Jue:

"Medical skills have a distinction between upper and lower:

"Lower medicine treats existing diseases, upper medicine treats diseases that have not yet occurred. Not getting injured or sick is the best medical skill.

"But if you are infected with injury or illness, there are many methods: cauterization, needles and stones, decoctions, spiritual pills, and magic.

"Our Daoist temple mainly focuses on spiritual pills and magic.

"I know your mind is not on medical skills, and you won't spend too much effort to delve into this path. When you go down the mountain, you will walk the world, searching for the immortal Dao and longevity. In this chaotic world, you cannot avoid fighting, injury, and illness. You learning medical skills is just wanting to have more life-saving skills."

Lin Jue couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

These Shixiongs saw through his mind very clearly.

So he didn't speak, just continued to flip the skewers.

The Fifth Shixiong also smiled and continued: "Therefore, I will only teach you one magic, called 'Qi-Sealing Method'."

"Qi-Sealing Method?"

"The Qi-Sealing Method does not need needles, stones, or decoctions, does not need to be refined or boiled, can be used as soon as the magic is cast, is simple and easy to use, and is suitable for emergencies."

"How long does it take to learn? How to use it?"

"If it is a quick-success method, you can get started within three days at most. If it is explained in detail, you can get started in ten days. As long as you get started, if you suffer an external injury, you can stop the blood and make it stop flowing. In the future, if you continue to delve into it, besides stopping bleeding, you can also avoid the loss of Qi and blood, and even if you suffer a serious injury and are on the verge of death, you can also avoid the loss of essence, Qi, and vitality," the Fifth Shixiong said. "If you are injured by demons and evil ghosts, and evil energy invades your body, you can also block it so it won't spread anymore."

"This is good!"

Lin Jue handed him a skewer, his eyes slightly bright.

Being able to stop bleeding without needles, stones, or bandages can actually be considered a good magic for walking the world. After all, walking in the red dust of the secular world, whether it's people in the Jianghu or Yaoguai, if they are injured, most of the injuries are from sharp weapons, and stopping bleeding means controlling the injury and recovering faster.

Not to mention avoiding the loss of Qi and blood, and the loss of essence, Qi, and vitality—this is extremely important in future fights with other Daoists and struggles with Yaoguai and ghosts after cultivation improves.

So the two ate meat skewers, roasted by the fire, enjoyed the snow, one explained carefully, one listened earnestly, occasionally sharing a skewer of roasted meat with the fox, and also stripping a few pieces of meat for the greedy cats beside them.

Counting this year, it was the third year of being on the mountain.

It had already reached the end.

Unknowingly, the ice and snow melted, revealing the pine needles and granite underneath, and the human world on the mountain was another spring.

This was already the fourth year of being on the mountain.

Peach blossoms and azaleas seemed to be about to bloom again.

There was digging sound in the bamboo forest under the mountain.

"Cha-chi..."

Lin Jue and the Junior Xiao Shimei each carried a back basket, arrived in the bamboo forest, held hoes, dug open the ground covered with withered yellow bamboo leaves, and took out fresh bamboo shoots from inside.

The tenderest spring shoots had to be dug out before the bamboo shoots broke through the soil. Lin Jue was born in Shu Village, where there were bamboo mountains and bamboo seas everywhere, so he naturally had experience—just seeing the ground being pushed open and cracked for no reason, or simply a small bump under the bamboo leaves, he would wave his hoe, and there must be a spring shoot inside.

The Junior Xiao Shimei also took a hoe and learned from him.

Waving a hoe was also a technical job, but the Xiao Shimei was clearly used to working at home and used it very skillfully. After mastering the discrimination technique, she was also a good hand at digging shoots.

As for those bamboos that had already grown a foot high or even half a person high, they probably just broke through the soil last night or this morning, and after just these few hours of effort, they escaped a disaster.

The two enjoyed it.

This was a joy of harvest, similar to picking mushrooms in summer, fishing, or catching crabs and loaches.

The fox sat beside them, feeling bored.

Unknowingly, the two back baskets were almost full.

"Shixiong, look!"

The Junior Xiao Shimei suddenly held a small bamboo strip as thick as a finger and with many spotted nodes, and said to Lin Jue: "I heard the Third Shixiong say that this kind of bamboo strip that hasn't grown up can be used to make bracelets."

"This isn't that it hasn't grown up; this isn't even the same variety."

"Oh." The Junior Xiao Shimei nodded. "But it can still be used to make bracelets."

"What kind of bracelet?"

"Called Vine Cloud Bracelet."

"Isn't that made of vines?"

"Small bamboo nodes can also be used."

"So that's how it is."

Lin Jue nodded and continued digging.

The Xiao Shimei was also very serious and continued to work, just throwing those small bamboo strips into the back basket, and after seeing similar suitable bamboos later, she also threw them into the back basket.

The two, one in front and one behind, returned fully loaded.

The Junior Xiao Shimei conveniently dragged a few bamboos that had already been dried in the sun to take back as firewood.

Following behind was the yawning fox, and finally a colorful civet looking around as it walked, just like the order arranged according to height and body shape.

A few days later.

Lin Jue sat cross-legged in his room, with two beans the size of soybeans floating in front of him. The beans were about at his chest height, about half a foot away from his chest, slowly rotating and rising and falling.

Some spiritual aura and magical power were drawn out from his body and poured into the two beans, and through a unique method, they were touched and fused with spiritual gold and spiritual wood.

This was refining.

Don't know how long it had passed, Lin Jue opened his eyes and examined the two beans.

Reached out and spread his hands, catching them underneath. When the magical power was cut off, the beans fell into his hands.

"Almost there, right?"

Lin Jue thought so, and recited a spell.

He threw out the two beans.

The beans grew as soon as they left his hand, and as soon as they landed, they became two armored soldiers.

Both were wearing armor and helmets, the armor shining brightly, with bright red oil paint on their faces, one with a long knife at the waist, and one holding a shield and knife.

"I'll have to trouble you from now on."

Reciting the spell again, he took them back.

Lin Jue put his hand into his bosom again, took out three beans, and put them together with these two, a total of five.

Now there were two long-knife wielders and two shield-knife wielders.

It's a pity there wasn't another heroic soul good at archery.

At that time, when facing that Yaksha at the Qingdi Temple, Lin Jue discovered that archers were indeed one of the most powerful arms of this era. At that time, in the two moments that decided the outcome, one was the sword strike stabbed by the two cooperating tacitly under the window, and the other was the archer accurately shooting the other eye on the roof.

However, thinking carefully, it was also okay.

Lin Jue himself also knew the method of spell control. Although the force was weaker than an arrow, it won by having more flying darts, and there was the bonus of the sword-attaching spell. In the future, he might learn more magic. If there were bean soldiers in front to block, and he stayed behind them or hid in a big tree to control them remotely, it was also a relatively safe way to fight.

Thinking so, he sat up straight again and closed his eyes again.

Guiding out magical power and spiritual aura again, the beans floated up again, rotating and rising and falling in front of him.

Only this time it became five—

It seemed that the two new bean soldiers had finished refining, but actually, it was just reaching another starting point, and they still had to persist in refining, constantly making them stronger.

You really shouldn't say, this feeling of accumulating a little effort every day and making them stronger every day is quite good.

Accumulating over time, slow and firm.

And the return of this effort was not fixed, but as Lin Jue's cultivation increased, the bricks and tiles added every day would also slowly increase.

Just as the refining ended, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Knock, knock."

Two sounds, very light.

Before Lin Jue got up, the fox went to open the door first.

Outside was indeed the Junior Xiao Shimei.

"Shixiong!" The Junior Xiao Shimei was always curious about Shixiong's room. As soon as she saw him, she first aimed into the room, while saying, "Your fellow villager has come to find you."

"My fellow villager?"

Lin Jue got up and walked to the door.

"From Shu Village, I have seen them when I returned to your home. It seems something happened."

"I'll go see."

"Shixiong, look!" The Junior Xiao Shimei took out a few bracelets while following him out, held them up to show him, "Vine Cloud Bracelets I made with bamboo!"

"Good-looking."

"The Third Shixiong said it is very suitable for Daoists to wear, close to nature."

"It's okay."

Lin Jue responded casually and walked to the Tianweng Hall outside.

In the hall, there were indeed two middle-aged merchants. One of them was Shu San Shu who had lost silver in Yixian County, and the other was a person from the main family of the Shu surname in the village, looking to be forty or fifty years old.

The two were kneeling on the futon, lighting three sticks of incense for Lord Tianweng in the center of the god platform, praying sincerely, presumably feeling that the god statue in this Daoist temple was a bit more efficacious.

"Shu San Shu, Shu Er Shu."

Lin Jue walked quickly and said.

The two were actually not biological brothers, but the whole village had the Shu surname, all were related, and all had rankings, and the two just happened to be ranked second and third.

Hearing the voice, the two then got up.

"Lin Jue!"

"Lin Jue! You must help me!"

"What's wrong?"

"My boy, the one just two years younger than you, who played with you two brothers when he was young, worshipped a god statue randomly outside, got entangled, couldn't get out, and is making trouble every day!"

Shu Er Shu said with grief and helplessness.

"Worshipped a god statue randomly?"

"It wasn't random worship, it was a small temple on the side of the road, a small temple built by the villagers there themselves, a statue they set up themselves, and it was also a god worshipped by the local villagers for one or two hundred years. Didn't expect he would still be entangled by it."

"How could such a god easily harm people?"

"That's right! Who would have thought!"

"Er Shu, don't worry, speak slowly, speak in more detail."

Lin Jue frowned.

Although he had heard stories of gods who were not god-like, had no virtue and no use, and were thus pushed over or even smashed, like the Dragon King statue during droughts and floods every year, or like that Mr. Chen's god statue in Yixian County city before, because the rat Yaoguai in the city was rampant and he sat idly by, he was removed by the virtuous elders and replaced by Lord Yili. But Lin Jue himself had never done such things.

Although he had also dealt with many Yaoguai and ghosts and fought some magic, he had never dealt with gods.

And the gods he had encountered so far were mostly relatively righteous. ===== CHAPTER 136 =====