I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 78: Cultivating Pure Qi and Refining Divine Copper

In Yuanchen Department, Shen District, there is the Kuixing Tower which is 27 zhang high and has 32 floors.

Ji Yuan sat behind the desk in the building, flipping through ancient books.

Chen Hai was rummaging through boxes and cabinets on the second floor, sorting out the missing and incomplete scriptures.

Ji Yuan advanced two months' salary and gave 10,000 to the chiefs; then he gave Chen Hai 8,000, directly paying him two months' salary at a time.

“Junior Brother Lingkun, come down and take a rest; you have been busy for a month and have been resting your feet.” Ji Yuan flipped through a book titled “Secrets of Dharma Assemblies” in his hand.

It has been a month since I started working in the Sutra Repository Hall, almost from nine to five; Kuixing Tower is Ji Yuan's main office.

But Ji Yuan didn't do any work at all, he just read books.

"Hey, it's okay, brother. Just take a good rest. I'll do the work." Chen Hai continued to bury his head in the sea of ​​books without raising his head.

Sometimes he would tidy up the bookshelves, finding out the errors, omissions and worm-eaten books; sometimes he would write non-stop, copying and reading on the ground, and he even lived in the Sutra Repository.

For Chen Hai, there is simply nothing better than this mission.

It's not difficult at first; the pay is incredibly high, four thousand a month.

If he wanted to earn this salary by taking on tasks like providing mounts for elders or carrying spiritual wood, which earn a few merit points at a time, he would have to work non-stop for decades.

Even if you endure the extreme cold and work hard to collect the essence of the cold pond, one bottle every six months, it will take two years.

Most importantly, he really enjoyed doing it.

I love it to the core.

Senior Brother Ji has been really good to him and he shouldn’t let him down.

He had inquired about the other deacons and clerks, and found out that the highest salary was eight hundred a month, while the lowest was three or four hundred, and people were scrambling to get a top salary.

Because the rest will be swallowed by the deacon himself.

Senior Brother Ji actually gave him everything according to what the sect actually gave him, without deducting a single cent!
Although according to the rule there should be two assistants, he only hired one. If this were to be made public, he would be accused of drawing a salary without working.

Let him eat this empty salary!

I, Chen Hai, want to do the work of two... no! Three people!

If I only have two hands, I, Chen Hai, would have done ten at a time!

Chen Hai's cheeks were flushed, and he sat on the ground barefoot. His hands were busy, with a wine gourd pinched between his left toes and ink pinched between his right toes.

He flipped through books and copied scriptures with his left hand, dipped the brush in ink and wrote wildly with his right hand. After writing a line of words, he raised the gourd with his left foot and took two gulps of wine.

At the beginning, it was easy to accidentally drink ink.

Later I got used to it, and mastered the unique skill of drinking, flipping through books and copying scriptures on all fours.

He spent three thousand nine hundred out of his four thousand a month salary on drinking spirit wine in the Treasure Hall.

“Extraordinary ways, extraordinary actions…”

“Three threes hook and leak…six sixes cave Yuan Zhen…twist out the blood in the iron, tie the knot of the void; don’t recognize the thief as your son, forget all the mental methods…”

“In both movement and stillness, I shall demonstrate the Dao; in both speech and silence, I shall express the truth…” Chen Haibian muttered to himself as he frantically copied scriptures.

He himself didn't realize that an inexplicable aura was gradually developing on his body, and the wisdom of ancient and modern sages collided in his mind.

"Admiring the bright moon on the Dantai platform... the blue sky is bright and clear, the mind is now without any law, the law is now also gone... no matter how many hundreds or thousands of calamities there are, I will destroy them with one punch!"

The sutras written by Chen Hai were very diverse; there were Taoist poems, insights, secrets of inner cultivation, novels, mantras from scriptures, and martial arts techniques, but he had no idea what they meant.

But for every mistake or omission in the scriptures, he would re-copy it thousands or tens of thousands of times.

An inexplicable aura gradually lingered throughout the entire Kuixing Tower; if one had to describe it, the answer would be pure!

The bookish air, the heroic air, the heroic air, the cowardly air, and the traitorous air are all transformed into something as pure as white paper.

Having read tens of thousands of books, he should have acquired vast and profound knowledge, or mastered the strengths of various schools of thought; but he became more and more selfless, not only did he not retain anything, but he drank and forgot everything, thus cultivating this pure and clear spirit.

When plants, trees and livestock see it, they will suddenly gain wisdom. White monkeys offer its fruit, and fairy cranes offer its hazelnuts.

When jackals, wolves, tigers and leopards see it, they will lie low on the ground and dare not harbor the intention of harming you.

Of course, we are still far from this effect now, it is a huge gap.

Ji Yuan ignored him and immersed himself in reading while practicing Samadhi and pondering the Eight Trigrams Furnace Talisman.

It is a rare opportunity to read books for free, so read as much as you can.

As for work?

What the hell? Ji Yuan didn’t come here to work.

Read books every day, practice magic weapons and supernatural powers; immerse yourself, without having to do any tasks, and still get paid for nothing, Ji Yuan just lies down.

"It turns out that spiritual roots are also divided into congenital and acquired; currently known, there are ten kinds of congenital spiritual roots!" Ji Yuan kept reading the book, and a lot of knowledge flowed into his mind.

Innate spiritual roots are different from spiritual treasures. They are not born before heaven and earth. Instead, they are the result of the fusion of innate Tao Qi and innate spiritual light, and are the result of the creation of immortal spiritual seeds.

However, the book only records one kind of innate fairy apricot, which appeared in the northern wilderness in ancient times. Its fragrance spread for three thousand miles, but was taken away by the founder of Yujing of the Xuanwei Sect.

"Xiantian Xianxing..."

So, the spiritual root of the religion is this innate fairy apricot.

The treasure that suppresses the three disasters must be this thing.

"Good fellow, no wonder it was kept secret; I spent a month searching through the vast sea of ​​books before I found just a few words."

The Xiantian Immortal Apricot requires millions of kilograms of spiritual sand, spiritual soil, and magical water to cultivate every year; it takes three thousand years to bloom, three thousand years to bear fruit, and three thousand years to mature; and there are only a dozen fruits in ten thousand years.

It is simply a bottomless pit of money-spending; moreover, this spiritual root is extremely delicate; if the soil nutrition is not paid attention to, it will only bloom but not bear fruit.

Once you achieve the Immortal Apricot, just smelling the immortal energy will make you healthy and light, and your arms will have the strength of nine oxen. If you eat one, you will have the mysterious power to suppress the three disasters, extend your life by thousands of years, and also strengthen your foundation, giving you all kinds of supernatural powers.

It is like having the power of wind and thunder; like having the power of water and fire; like having the power to become invisible and move mountains.

Once word gets out about this magical fruit, there will be countless people who will covet it.

Just the idea of ​​extending one's life by thousands of years would tempt many Taoist masters.

No wonder it's kept secret.

No wonder those who can take this thing can not only establish the true teachings of Jin, but also become the first seed of the Dharma lineage.

The Xuanwei Taoist Flower cost so much, and only produced a dozen fairy apricots in ten thousand years, but he was still reluctant to give it to the Dao Miao Patriarch.

And give some fresh blood, future generations of genius.

Obviously, they need to be trained to become the backbone.

“Only by winning the championship and obtaining this item can I be called a Qilin child, a true prodigy of a great sect!” Ji Yuan was determined to obtain it.

Not for any other reason, just because this thing can suppress the three disasters.

Let him cultivate his magical powers for 1,500 years; his supernatural powers will surely be twice as much as they are now, and by then he can add some magical weapons.

This is the time when you will truly soar into the sky, and your rise will be unstoppable.

Even if Patriarch Dao Miao came, he might not be unable to fight back.

As for the 5 million merit points required for admission, Ji Yuan did not take it too seriously.

It would not be a problem to exchange the spiritual objects, magic materials, and spiritual medicine seeds that I don't need for a few million merits at the Treasure Hall, but it would be troublesome to show off my wealth. If it really doesn't work, I can only rob.

Disciple tokens can input and output merit points to each other.

The Green Robe Patriarch's vest should be very useful for looting, but there are many disadvantages to robbing in this way.

Of course, in addition to this, as a deacon, he would gain 26,000 merits a month, minus the 4,000 given to Chen Hai; after two years, he would be able to accumulate 500,000 merits.

I have to say that the management of this immortal sect is really great.

For other ordinary disciples, the merits they gain are in the single digits; if they can gain a hundred points in a month, it is considered very impressive.

Merit points can be exchanged for elixirs, books, spells, insights, magical materials, cultivation caves, and even clothes, Taoist robes, and spiritual wine. They are very hard currency.

As long as you work as a clerk, you can earn 4,000 yuan a month.

Being a deacon, which is barely considered management, earns 20,000 yuan a month.

If one becomes an elder, one can earn fifty or sixty thousand merits a month, not including various gains, embezzlement, bribery, and gray income, which could easily exceed several hundred thousand.

The head of a ministry or agency; more than 100,000 points a month; plus the black and gray income, an annual income of tens of millions, or even a monthly income of tens of millions is commonplace.

All of these were appointed by the head of the sect; currently, half of the heads of the seven major departments in the sect are members of the Jiang family.

No wonder the major families are so keen on competing for the true inheritance, the headmaster, and the deacons and elders of various departments.

"Junior Brother Lingkun, you go ahead and do your work. I'll be out for a while."

Chen Hai, who was busy on the second floor, did not hear it and continued to write quickly.

Ji Yuan closed the book, stood up, walked out of Kuixing Tower, and headed towards the Yin-Yang Department.

After passing through layers of palaces and scripture towers, they soon arrived at the Yin-Yang Department, the core area of ​​the Sutra Hall.

If you look down from above, you can see the entire Sutra Hall, which is in the shape of Tai Chi Bagua.

The Yin and Yang courts are the central core of Tai Chi.

“Greetings, Deacon of Scripture Review!” At the entrance of the Yin-Yang Department, there were disciples holding swords and knives guarding. When they saw Ji Yuan, they hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"No need to be polite. Please open the ban, I want to go in and read a book."

There are no restrictions and no one guarding other places in the Sutra Hall; only the Yin-Yang Department has hundreds of monks on duty to guard it; and in the corner tower at the entrance, there are several Tongxuan Zhenren who take turns to be in charge.

Among them, the Yin and Yang courtyards and the Sutra Tower all have numerous restrictions.

Without the order from the chief monk, no one is allowed to enter.

But Ji Yuan had previously offered 8,000 points to the chief monk; he easily gained permission to enter the Yin-Yang Department to read books.

The disciple on duty took out the token, made a gesture and pointed, and the Yin-Yang department stood in front of it. The talismans on the gatehouse and bricks and tiles began to glow.

Invisible waves of air flashed before him and turned into a door.

"Deacon, please..."

Ji Yuan walked into it, and the portal formed by the transparent air waves gradually closed. This was the power of the restriction.

In front of us is a long corridor with scripture towers on both sides. The left side is yin and the right side is yang. It is at least ten thousand acres wide and magnificent, like an imperial palace.

The forbidden light in the sky was like a thick transparent light shield, covering thousands of acres of land.

There are basically few people in the Yin-Yang Department, and there are also many restrictions to protect it. It is extremely quiet, which is perfect for refining treasures.

Ji Yuan took out the token and followed the narrow S-shaped passage, turning left and right, and entered a very conspicuous building, hundreds of feet high and reaching into the sky, built entirely of fragrant red spiritual wood, called the [Moon Viewing] Building.

The building is hundreds of stories high: each floor is protected by restrictions; there are layers of bookshelves filled with golden books and jade pages, shining with hazy light, and the entire building is empty.

If we ask what is a heavenly book, then these red and jade scriptures on the counter and bookshelf that are protected by prohibitions are heavenly books.

However, the heavenly book was obscure and extremely difficult to comprehend, and Ji Yuan did not have sufficient authority to retrieve it. He walked straight up the stairs to the 365th floor, the top of the Moon Watching Tower.

The top floor is only two meters square and has only a small bookshelf on it; there are a cushion and a desk next to it, and outside the windows on both sides are misty clouds and restrictions.

Ji Yuan sat on the futon; after making sure that there was no one around, he took out the innate divine bronze from the treasure bag.

As soon as the irregular-shaped golden copper, about ten feet long and as thick as a human waist, appeared, it naturally floated in the air.

A strong innate momentum, a hazy aura of precious light, rose into the sky, and in an instant, it seemed to sweep across an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles.

But on the surrounding walls and windows, talismans flashed and invisible restrictions instantly locked the precious light and auspicious aura within several feet of the top floor, and not a single bit of it leaked out.

This divine bronze had a spirit. As soon as it came into the world, it turned into a golden light several feet long and flew through the air out of the window, intending to fly away.

But it hit the restriction with a "bang" and was bounced back; the golden light rose again, a loud whistling sound rang out, and it kept flying around in the narrow space of several feet, causing the restriction to shake.

“This Moon-Watching Tower is the place with the strongest restriction in the entire Sutra Hall. How can you break it?” Ji Yuan shook his head slightly and stretched out his hand to grab.

The tremendous magic power was like an invisible giant hand, which instantly grabbed the divine bronze and fixed it in the air. Regardless of its struggle, it was pulled in front of him.

If the entire Yin-Yang Department is like a Yin-Yang fish, then the Moon-Watching Tower is the pure Yin in the Yin-Yang fish.

The restriction is the strongest in the entire Sutra Repository Hall; even if Ji Yuan uses the Heaven-Flipping Seal, he has to hit the source of the restriction several times before he can break it.

Moreover, every year, a master above the level of Dao Miao must come to repair and reinforce the forbidden magic power.

If the restriction is not strong, the thousands of volumes of red-lettered jade books in the building will directly turn into rainbows and fly away to choose their true master.

This is how the so-called "heavenly book" that many lucky people in the world picked up came about.

Not only are there restrictions on the bookshelves and every floor, but the entire Moon-Watching Building also has separate restrictions; in addition, there is an extra-large layer of restrictions in the entire Yin-Yang Department.

Because this is the root of Xuanwei Dao from ancient times to the present, and all the ten thousand volumes of heavenly books are invaluable treasures; losing one is like losing the fortune of the sect, so it can be said that there are many restrictions.

Normally, even Patriarch Dao Miao cannot come in. Only those who have made great contributions can come in once and take away one or several heavenly books.

Therefore, there are thousands of volumes of scriptures in this Moon-Watching Tower, and there are restrictions on each shelf. Ji Yuan can only come in to refine treasures; he cannot, and does not have the authority to, take down the heavenly book to read it.

Although the Hongmeng Divine Bronze is an innate spiritual treasure with great power, how can it rush out without anyone to control it?

"It's time to try the Samadhi Fire." Ji Yuan used his magic power to capture the divine copper.

In this month, Ji Yuan has come to the Yin-Yang Department more than ten times; but he always chose the right place and time; he did not choose to start training.

It is only now that I am finally ready to start truly practicing magic.

Ji Yuan took a breath and calmed his mind, gathering the three treasures, and his cheeks gradually turned as red as blood; the fire in his dantian gathered, connected the eight extraordinary meridians, passed through the nine orifices and passed the tailbone, went up the twelve floors, and gradually reached the throat, which was burning hot.

The eyes, ears, mouth and nose were filled with fire, and the entire top floor was filled with a strange warmth.

"puff!"

A line of bright red flame shot out from his mouth, about a foot long.

In an instant, the entire rooftop restriction was stimulated by the extreme high temperature, producing mysterious rays of light to withstand the temperature of the flames.

"Boom!" The futon table on the ground, which had no protection from any restrictions, instantly turned into flames and ashes and directly vaporized.

It has not been burned by the Samadhi Fire yet, it is just illuminated by the fire from a distance of several feet.

It can be seen that the temperature is very high. If the entire Wangyue Tower was not heavily restricted, I am afraid that everything would be burned to ashes in an instant.

The entire rooftop was shrouded in extreme heat, except for the coolness around Ji Yuan.

Here’s one chapter first, there will be more later.

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