I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 143: Innate Medicine, Old Friends, Mysterious Skills

“So that kind of magical weapon containing innate mysteries must be made from innate spiritual treasures? Master Ji’s words make sense, but…” Wen Lingyue was half-believing and half-doubting, still a little hesitant.

A magical weapon that contains innate mysteries; it can be called a top-notch magical weapon, or even a semi-magical weapon.

He also thought it was reasonable to use spiritual treasures as materials.

"Brother Wen, although the spiritual treasure is good, you can't refine it and control it. It is said to suppress destiny, but destiny is mysterious and difficult to guess. Who has witnessed a spiritual treasure suppressing destiny?"

"How can this compare to a supreme magic weapon with innate magical powers? This kind of magic weapon is powerful and can be controlled by you freely. Such a treasure that can protect you and attack others is the real thing to suppress your fate." Ji Yuan continued to persuade.

“But, how can Master Ji be sure that he can cultivate a treasure of that level?” Wen Lingyue’s eyes were burning and he was still hesitant.

“Well; as long as you have the innate spiritual treasure, I am willing to sign a military order. If the plan fails, I will not only return the spiritual treasure intact, but also compensate your family with two superior magic tools in the treasure pavilion that are not inferior to the [Yangshen Liuzhu].” Ji Yuan smiled leisurely, appearing full of confidence.

He added: "But I have to mention the reward. If the treasure is made, your master must give me a congenital spiritual medicine as a reward."

"Innate elixir..." Wen Lingyue nodded.

If Ji Yuan paid such a huge price and didn't ask for any reward at all, he really wouldn't dare to believe Ji Yuan.

His old and turbid eyes looked at the handsome and sage-like Ji Yuan, and a look of realization flashed in his eyes.

He thought to himself, "Yes, although Master Ji's magic is profound, he has only been practicing for a short time and his magic power is too shallow. He has only practiced in one breath and has barely a thousand years of magic power. He must want to use the innate precious medicine to refine his magic power and practice to perfection in one breath."

Innate elixir refers to precious medicine that is more than 10,000 years old.

This is probably because although this world is barbaric, it is rich in spiritual medicine resources.

But for general medicinal materials, even if they are grown in a place with good feng shui, their medicinal life span still has a limit.

For acquired species, the maximum medicinal age is ten thousand years. Their spiritual power reaches its peak. If no one picks and stores them, they will gradually transform into human form and become elves, capable of practicing to attain enlightenment.

Or they may meet with misfortune, lose their inspiration and die.

Only a small number of alien species, which have some innate fortune, can break through the ten thousand year limit, and then their medicinal age can continue to grow, reaching tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.

It is called a precious medicine and is ranked among the innate species in the ancient times.

This kind of precious medicine was extremely precious in the ancient times; it could breed inspiration from nature and had a strong effect in increasing the power of those who were above the level of Taoism.

It is no exaggeration to say that the value of an innate precious medicine is no less than that of a superior magical weapon.

But if you can get a top-notch magical weapon that possesses some of the mysteries of magical weapons, it would be worth it.

Thinking of this, Wen Lingyue gritted his teeth and stood up: "Master Ji, this matter is too big, it is beyond my ability to decide. Please allow me to go back first and discuss it with my brothers and the elders."

After all, it is an innate spiritual treasure, not a cabbage on the roadside.

Moreover, the Wen family has hundreds of thousands of members; there are seven or eight Taoist masters currently walking in the world. This kind of thing is related to the family's destiny and foundation.

It is not something that a mere deacon of the true teachings at the Tongxuan realm can decide.

"Okay, no matter what, please go back and make a decision as soon as possible, Brother Wen." Ji Yuan nodded and smiled slightly, without urging him.

Although Wen Lingyue is also from the Ling generation, he was the first batch of true disciples with the word Ling. Now he has already mastered the profound cultivation and is over 8,000 years old, but he still has a hot-tempered temperament.

Having said this, the white-haired old man was so excited that he even dropped the work at hand.

There was a gust of wind and fog, which floated and swayed, and flew straight out of the spiritual realm.

"Second brother, why did you agree to him at such a cheap price? What if he fails?" Yin Yaoer finally couldn't help but interrupt.

This girl has been following Ji Yuan all day long. After a few months, she has been tempered. At least in front of Ji Yuan, she has become much calmer.

Ji Yuan was chatting with Wen Lingyue just now; she wanted to speak several times but forced herself to hold back.

This is the 'rule' Ji Yuan taught her. If she doesn't obey, Ji Yuan will drive her away.

She was now watching Ji Yuan master all kinds of magical instruments and she was jealous.

She thought to herself that even if Ji Yuan beat and scolded her, she would not be willing to leave. Not to mention learning some skills, she would at least get two superior magical instruments before leaving.

“Failure in practice? How is it possible to fail in practice? Not only will I not fail, but it will be unexpectedly good.” Ji Yuan chuckled, stood up and walked down the stairs.

Yin Yaoer curled her lips: "You are just bragging, if you mess up this time, I will not agree to give up two of the four treasures."

In Ji Yuan's spiritual treasure house, there are four kinds of treasures: [Fire Dragon Mark], [Heart-piercing Nail], [Headache Chime], and [Eye-killing Pearl].

It was all because of Yin Yaoer who was sweating profusely in front of the Bagua furnace, setting the fire and fanning it, which exhausted the boss's energy and helped him practice.

Although the four treasures and spells are all in Ji Yuan's hands.

She didn't know the "name" or the "mysterious" functions of the four kinds of magic weapons, but she had already regarded the four top-grade magic weapons as her own possession.

Now I heard that Ji Yuan made a big promise that if he failed to refine a top-notch magic weapon, he would give away two of the four treasures as compensation.

Ji Yuan doesn't feel sorry.

She was already beginning to feel a pain in her heart.

"Hey? Second brother, where are you going now?" Yin Yaoer was thinking, but saw Ji Yuan walking down the platform, as if he was about to go out.

“Master Ji!” Beside the Bagua stove, the seven or eight strong men and fire-burning boys who were serving there all bowed their heads.

"After burning the furnace for several months continuously, it's time to take a break. You all should go and have a rest first, get some energy and wait for me to call you." Ji Yuan said with a wave of his sleeves.

A whistling black wind emerged, and the huge Bagua furnace kept spinning and shrinking in the billowing wind and smoke.

Finally, it turned into the size of a palm, hanging upside down and fell into Ji Yuan's sleeve.

After the wind and fog dissipated, Yin Yaoer and the strong men and boys dared to open their eyes and look.

However, he saw that the platform, which was dozens of feet high, was already empty.

Ji Yuan and the Bagua Furnace disappeared without a trace.

"Ms. Yin, this..." The leader of the powerful warriors, Xu Wan, stood up, looking embarrassed.

Lingtai Peak is no longer the same as before.

There are towering palaces and pavilions, not to mention the green pines and ancient cypresses, strange beasts and cranes, bell towers and ancient temples; there are also hundreds of strong men serving, led by the green-turbaned strongman Xu Wan, who is mainly responsible for doing the rough and heavy work.

In addition, there were more than a dozen beautiful maids and handsome boys, who were managed by Yin Yaoer.

When Yao'er saw Ji Yuan leave without taking her, she was so angry that she stamped her feet.

In the past, she would have hung up these strong servants and whipped them to vent her anger.

But now at Lingtai Peak, Ji Yuan had great powers, so she didn’t dare to act presumptuously.

I could only stamp my feet in anger and vent my anger on the ground.

He saw Xu Wan and the strong men, maids, and children were still staring at his home.

Yin Yaoer waved her hands in boredom: "What are you still looking at? He asked you to take a rest, so go and take a rest."

"Yes!" All the strong men, maids and children, as if they had been pardoned, cheered and dispersed.

Lingtai Peak now has many terraces, pavilions, waterside pavilions and palace gardens, covering an area of ​​no less than dozens of acres.

These strong men and children were given by the sect; strictly speaking, they were all Ji Yuan's personal property and naturally lived in Lingtai Temple.

However, they are all mortals and still need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, and usually live in the servants' room in the outer hall.

……

Ji Yuan held the seal, chanted a spell, and activated the "Moving Talisman". Suddenly, the void turned upside down and he took a step forward.

His figure moved dozens of miles in an instant and arrived at the Rainbow Bridge.

Cross the rainbow bridge and walk out of the cave; outside the realm, the green mountains of Longshouyuan are emerald, and there is still snow on the steep cliffs.

Birds and animals were chirping, and on the mountain trails, many children were sweeping the snow with laughter.

"I like this state of vigorous vitality and the emergence of all things." Ji Yuan sighed. He calculated with his fingers that he had not left the cave for almost half a year since he started practicing the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Although the cave is full of spiritual energy and is exquisite like a fairyland, it starts to seem fake and boring after seeing it for too long.

The outside world is still better, real and full of vitality.

"Master, where are you going?" On the cliff path, several children in yellow embroidered jackets who were sweeping the snow and laughing saw someone coming, so they quickly restrained their expressions and bowed.

"Oh... let's go to the Sutra Repository. Whose children are you? You come to sweep the snow so early, aren't you afraid of the cold?" Seeing their red faces from the cold, Ji Yuan smiled friendly, without any sense of distance.

Kunwu Mountain is known as the ancestor of all mountains and the source of dragons from ten states. This Dragon Head Origin is the highest point, with mountains upon mountains.

Even in March, the mountains were still covered with snow; the forests were covered with red, and occasionally there would be snowflakes. Sometimes, the snow on the mountains would not melt away until May.

"Okay, okay. My master's surname is Dong. He practices in Piaomiao Cave. His nickname is 'Huang Xu'er'. Is the Taoist from Dayan Cave?" Seeing that he was kind, the boy was not afraid of him and asked with a smile.

"Yellow Beard from Piao Miao Cave?" Ji Yuan couldn't help but smile slightly.

"What? Taoist priest, you recognize my master?" The boy widened his eyes.

"I recognize you. You are an old friend of mine." Ji Yuan nodded with a smile.

This Huang Xuer was none other than his former rival 'Dong Lingshan'.

Because that fellow was born strong and powerful, was good at double-hooking martial arts, had strange skills, and had a face full of yellow hair, his friends on the road in the mountains and five peaks called him "Yellow Beard".

But after being promoted to the true disciple, there were not many interests involved, and everyone just laughed it off and let bygones be bygones.

I remember Dong Lingshan said that he became a disciple of Zi Yang Zhenren and practiced in the "Piao Miao Cave" of the Ten Great Cave Heavens.

"Is Piaomiao Cave far from here? Where is your master?" Ji Yuan asked.

There are ten major cave-sky lineages in the religion.

Ji Yuan is a Qigong practitioner from Dayan Cave; Chen Hai is the master of Canxuan Cave, Zhenren Canxuan; Ling Miao is the master of Yangming Cave, Zhenren Gu Shaoqing.

Ling Jue is the master of Fahua Cave and the ancestor of Ku Rong. Therefore, the ancestor of Ku Rong has always treated Ji Yuan very well.

Lingche is in Jinguan Cave and his master is Xue Guangfa Zhenren; Lingming is in Jiuding Cave and his master is Heiyun Immortal Pei Xingyun.

There are also Wen Lingyang from Yuanyang Cave and Ji Lingqian from Qingxuan Cave.

These are all old friends from the same generation.

There is also the Yin family’s base camp, the Yuying Palace in Ziwu Cave where Yin Yaoer’s aunt Yin Wensu practiced.

These are the ten core authentic teachings of Kunwu Xuanwei Dao.

These caves and heavens have geomagnetic nodes located in various places in Longshouyuan; some are far away, and some are near.

However, apart from his own Dayan Cave, Ji Yuan has not been to other caves.

Now I happen to be a disciple of an old friend and have nothing to do, so I thought of visiting fellow Taoist Dong Lingshan, having a cup of tea and chatting.

"Not far, not far. Twenty miles ahead on this plank road, there is a Sheshen Rock. On the rock stands a welcoming pine tree. The Taoist master knocks on the pine tree three times on the rock wall, and you will reach Piaomiao Cave."

The boy in the embroidered jacket was simple-minded. When he heard that the boy was an old friend of his master and saw that Ji Yuan had a kind face, he directly told Ji Yuan the entrance to the spiritual realm.

But they are all from the same sect; there are many great masters and ancestors in their cave, so no matter how big the hatred is, Ji Yuan would not go there to cause trouble.

"it is good."

Just as he was about to go and take a look, the boy quickly stopped him and said, "Master, Master, please go slowly!"

"how?"

"It's my fault that I forgot to tell you that my master is not at home today."

"Oh? Where did he go?" Ji Yuan thought.

"I don't know. Anyway, he has been down the mountain for a few months. He said he was ordered to go to some Juxian Temple to help his friend kill a demon."

"I see. Thank you very much." Ji Yuan nodded.

Thoughts are changing in my mind.

He also knew about this matter. He was immersed in refining equipment before. He remembered that about two months ago, the headmaster sent someone to inform him.

Ask him if he wants to go.

There are so many powerful people outside who may be staring at the Bagua Furnace now.

If there were no things, Ji Yuan would not even leave the cave.

Of course not.

"I didn't expect that even Dong Lingshan went there; it's so boring." Ji Yuan originally wanted to visit his friend, but now he doesn't feel like it.

It seems that everyone is working hard silently and no one is giving up.

As he was thinking this, his figure suddenly shook and turned into a gust of wind, disappearing into thin air.

"Master! Master?" Several children who were sweeping the snow shouted in the wind.

But after the wind passed, all the snow on the plank road disappeared.

The Taoist priest in green with an immortal look was no longer seen.

"That's great, we don't have to work anymore, haha!" Several children were excited and picked up snowballs nearby to start a snowball fight.

Ji Yuan rushed to the Sutra Repository like a gust of wind.

Now he has the status of a true disciple; plus he has become famous for his skill in practicing the Eight Trigrams Furnace; all the Qigong practitioners in the Sutra Repository recognize him.

They all came out to greet him: "Hey, Master Ji, I was told that there must be a master visiting this morning. How did you find time to come back and see us?"

Among these people, some are old friends from the former Sutra Repository, but there are also some new faces.

"On the way, on the way." Ji Yuan was polite to them for a while.

"What book would you like to read, Taoist priest?"

"The Yin-Yang Department's account of gods and demons; preferably some methods of restraining qi and moving qi and blood."

"Okay, okay, here is the token. Come on, lead the Taoist priest to find the book!" The Scripture Master was extremely enthusiastic.

"No need, no need. I know the way. Just give me the forbidden token."

"Then I won't bother you, Taoist Priest. Please!"

Ji Yuan took the token and walked along the palaces and pavilions, entering the depths of the Sutra Hall with great familiarity.

He used to be a schoolmaster in this place and was very familiar with it.

After a while, he took out the book catalogue in the Yin-Yang Department and looked through it.

"The Ruyi Zhenfu Scroll is obscure and unfathomable; but if I can understand it clearly, I think it shouldn't be a problem for me to realize a set of magical skills." Ji Yuan flipped through the catalog and thought to himself.

How rare is the true mysterious power of gods and demons.

It is now considered lost.

Even Long Lizi, the genius of Xuanjun Sect, and the Pei family of Jiuding Cave, were only practicing an incomplete version of martial arts mixed with the martial arts of the military strategists.

It is not a real mysterious skill.

In comparison, the "Yuan Si Nine Revolutions Profound Art" that Ji Yuan learned from Qing Si is the real kung fu of gods and demons, with clear sequences and the fundamental secrets of gods and demons.

Unfortunately, there is only the outline of the first turn.

There was no follow-up; Ji Yuan could not continue his practice.

(End of this chapter)