Fire Monster

Chapter 7: Heaven's Favored Fire
Returning to the bed, Zhao Guanshan looked at the oil lamp that was still bright and warm. It was no longer hot now. Holding it in his hand, he just felt warm.

Moreover, as he was bathed in this light, the pain and weakness in his entire body seemed to be fading away.

He stared at the flame in the oil lamp, which had grown to the size of his little finger and was constantly flickering like a living thing, looking extremely eerie.

He wanted to find out something, but after concentrating for a few seconds, he heard a loud bang and felt dizzy, as if all his mental energy had been drained away.

The next moment, he found himself as if in a strange space. No, it was himself who turned into the flame and entered the oil lamp, because he saw his body as soon as he looked up.

He was sitting there weak and hunched over, as if he was stunned and did not move at all.

His face was sallow, his eyes were dull, and he was skin and bones. He looked like he was on the verge of death.

But this is not the point, because he also saw three small, weak, dim flames on his body, one on top of his head and on both sides of his shoulders.

So he's really going to die?
Zhao Guanshan suddenly realized that he had learned about this during the first stage of his studies in the Taoist Academy. This was the divine fire that humans were born with. It was said that it was obtained for the human race by a super powerful human in ancient times.

Therefore, before giving birth, people are accustomed to taking a portion of marrow cleansing liquid in order to gain more heavenly fire.

This is the legacy of our ancestors, the innate gift, and the foundation for the future.

The divine fire on the top of the head is also called the life fire, which is the central fire. If the life fire is extinguished, death is inevitable, and this is also the foundation of cultivation.

The divine fire on the left shoulder is the body fire, representing the health of the body.

The divine fire on the right shoulder is the soul fire, representing the health of the soul.

If the soul fire is extinguished, the person will become a vegetable.

When the body's fire is extinguished, one will die, and the soul will have nowhere to rely on and will gradually dissipate.

Only when the body fire and soul fire thrive can the life fire be strong and can be cultivated.

Zhao Guanshan stared at it, and suddenly an idea came to him. He looked at the fire on his left shoulder. The fire was extremely weak and dim, only the size of a millet grain, and could not be seen without careful observation.

And as he gazed, a bright and warm flame suddenly flew out from the Imperial Seal Oil Lamp and injected into his body fire.

It was visible to the naked eye that the fire in the body grew bigger and brighter, and it grew from the original size of a millet grain to the size of a rice grain.

Then the line of fire disappeared, and there was no use staring at it.

In contrast, the flame in the imperial seal oil lamp shrank by half.

"Like adding attribute points?"

Zhao Guanshan inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity. He stared at the soul fire on his right shoulder again, but there was no movement. Although his soul fire looked weak, it was actually not bad. It was actually the size of two grains of rice.

So it cannot be injected at this time.

He was about to try to stare at the life fire in the center again, when he suddenly felt extremely sleepy, his eyes went dark, and he fell asleep.

He slept soundly that night, and when he woke up again, he was awakened by the crowing of a rooster, a magical instrument that told time.

Zhao Guanshan jumped up and was immediately surprised to find something was wrong.

Because his movements were so slow.

It was like returning to his youth, before he was corrupted by evil spirits, feeling light and full of strength.

No way, it's so magical!

Is this the benefit of having a stronger body fire?

Zhao Guanshan smiled foolishly on the bed for a while, then took the imperial oil lamp and looked at the small flame inside that was still jumping and had not gone out. Only then did he feel relieved. Last night's experience was just like a dream, he couldn't believe it.

This turned out to be even better than he had initially imagined.

Who would have thought that this most inconspicuous imperial oil lamp could be so magical?
"Zhao Guanshan, are you dead?"

There was a heavy knock on the door outside the Chiyin Cottage. It was Yang Mao.

"Not dead yet, but almost dead."

Zhao Guanshan answered casually, but his heart calmed down again. After sorting out the whole thing from the beginning, he decided to skip class today.

Because he wanted to keep the matter of the imperially-printed oil lamp a secret.

How could it not attract attention if a dying man suddenly became full of energy and vigor? Therefore, there had better be a reasonable and legal reason.

"I'm telling you, don't play tricks!"

Yang Mao walked away muttering to himself, and soon the whole Slum Alley became quiet. Those who lived here were either half-grown orphans who needed to go to the Taoist temple to study.

Or they were some Qi Refiner apprentices who had heavy work every day. Only mothers of children under four years old were allowed to stay in the Imperial Seal Hut without working and accompany their children.

Children over the age of four must be locked in the Imperial Seal Hut and left to play on their own.

So every morning, there is a lot of crying, but fortunately, everyone gets used to it, as everyone has gone through this.

Zhao Guanshan smiled self-deprecatingly and then waited.

During the day, the Demon Suppression Team would also patrol. He waited patiently for the Demon Suppression Team to finish their patrol before he came out. Although he had no food because he had missed classes today, his health had improved, so this little hunger was nothing.

Walking out of the slum alley and looking at the streets that had become empty again, he found it a little difficult to adapt for a moment.

Since his parents passed away, he has never gone anywhere else alone except for the fixed routes, not even once.

After hesitating for a long time, feeling the slight warmth brought by the imperial oil lamp on his chest and the recharged psychic crossbow on his right arm, Zhao Guanshan took a deep breath, crossed the street and headed west.

Linjiang Prefecture is naturally relatively safe during the day.

There are time-telling instruments and direction-telling instruments, so at least you don’t have to worry about getting lost.

He walked forward with high vigilance, but he didn't see anyone along the way, because there were no idle people in Linjiang Prefecture, especially since there were large slums here.

As for the patrol team of the Demon Suppression Bureau, he would rather not encounter them.

But his luck was pretty good, as he didn't encounter any patrol teams until he passed through the slums.

Then, another wide street appeared in front of him, but it was like two different worlds. The slum side was quiet, dead silent, barren, and there was not even a ghost, but on this side, there were pedestrians, and the houses facing the street were all third-level imperial houses, tall, spacious, and lavish.

Although that's the case.

The stone in Zhao Guanshan's heart fell to the ground.

This is a civilian area that is slightly better than the slums.

The seal huts inside are all level two and three, connected to the spirit supply array, providing stronger protection.

Many residents of slums would choose to come here to shop if they have extra money.

And indeed, there were many shops here with their doors wide open. There was a lantern hanging at the door, emitting bright light, which made the grayish-white mist look a little more lively.

Zhao Guanshan looked around but couldn't figure out what was going on, so he walked into a nearby shop. It didn't look big from the outside, but it was actually very spacious once inside, but it was also very crowded.

There are five maintenance workstations in the 50-square-meter space on the left, and there are also five maintenance workstations in the 50-square-meter space on the right.

There were a total of ten men and women who were repairing various items behind their respective operating tables without even raising their heads, from spirit supply arrays to psychic weapons. He was simply staring at them in amazement.

Moreover, Zhao Guanshan also saw an old friend of his among these people. He lived in the slum alley where he lived, and was a year older than him. His name seemed to be Liu Rui. He took three compulsory courses and one elective course, and passed the final examination with excellent scores of full marks.

That day, the spirit and light on Liu Rui's face were like a beacon of hope shining down, and became the driving force for Zhao Guanshan to move forward.

But looking at it again now, there is no longer that spirit and glow on Liu Rui's face, only tiredness and busyness.

They didn't even have time to notice someone walking in.

The most intuitive impression Zhao Guanshan got here was that it was a dark little workshop that was exploiting people.

"What are you selling?"

A middle-aged man with a sallow face appeared silently in the depths of the house, like a giant spider hiding in the darkness.

Being stared at by him, Zhao Guanshan felt as if he was seen through. He was so panicked that cold sweat broke out.

"me……"

"I'm a student of the Arts Department of the Taoist Academy. I want to sell some practical materials. Bring them here. It's not illegal. You don't have to be afraid of anything."

The sallow-faced man waved at Zhao Guanshan, completely seeing through his purpose.

Zhao Guanshan calmed himself down, glanced at the ten seniors on both sides who didn't even raise their heads, walked straight over, opened the animal skin package, and under the man's cold gaze, took out all the practical materials he had left over from yesterday.

He was going to sell it anyway, and now he has even more reason to sell it.

"That's all? Ten Dao Palace coins for each piece, ten pieces in total, I'll give you one Dao Palace coin."

The sallow-faced man said this casually, without even glancing at her, and without any emotion.

Zhao Guanshan was surprised, because he knew the market price. The practical materials he took out were worth at least one Taoist coin each.

This unscrupulous businessman directly reduced his profits to one tenth.

(End of this chapter)