Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 79 Legend
The few of them waited quietly for half an hour, until the people of Yu who were queuing up left one by one.

"Old donor, I am here to trouble you again."

Pu Zhi, with his face half transformed into a corpse, greeted him cheerfully.

Everyone followed and Feifei supported Fan Zengyang.

"Ugh……"

The old man glanced at Pu Zhi and said, "When will you give up, monk?"

He actually spoke fluent Central Plains dialect.

"This calamity will never end until it is resolved."

Puzhi came before him, clasped his hands together and bowed, then he mobilized the remaining Buddha power and spoke loudly:

"I will respond to the Buddha's great wish and risk my life. As long as you, old donor, don't give up, we will always be able to find a righteous way for the sentient beings in Yudi!"

"..."

The old man looked at him deeply and said nothing.

The slightly cloudy eyes passed over him and fell on the people behind him.

It seems to have the power to see through people's hearts.

"The few people you brought this time...are quite honest."

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"The dragon poison is not like the common corpse plague, it is much more toxic. If you want to purify it, you must rely on the power of herbs. But after all, you have a solid foundation in the cultivation of the Middle Earth, so you should be able to save me a lot of herbs..."

This is a dark tunnel.

The old man and Puzhi led the way in front, and the others followed behind.

According to Puzhi, the old man's name is Kuisang.

He is a member of the ancient Yu Kingdom royal family who practices cultivation methods and is an expert in medicine refining and witchcraft.

Although he was the royal high priest of the ancient Yu State, the royal family of the Yu State had been in decline for a thousand years. In addition, with the raging corpse plague now, the people of Yu were scattered like sand, and they had long since stopped following the ways of the ancient kings.

What has continued to this day is just a nominal name.

The walls made of black stones are very rough.
As the torchlight followed the footsteps forward, the murals on both sides of the tunnel were exposed in the firelight.

Most of them are mottled and faded, or are missing some parts, or the colors are blurred and difficult to distinguish.

But Xu Zhiqiu could see clearly with his golden eyes.

It does not have the delicate and artificial feeling of later generations, which must be mixed with some meaning.

The style of these murals is quite simple and primitive, and they should be cultural relics thousands of years old.

"What is this painting about?" Feifei has a good habit of asking when he doesn't understand something.

“A beautiful legend.”

"What is it about?"

The old man spoke in a deep voice, without even turning his head:

"It tells the story of how 7,000 years ago, our ancient Yu clan ancestor Chonghua followed the Emperor of Heaven to fight against the extraterritorial demons, and finally achieved perfection and quelled the disaster. Afterwards, he experienced three disasters and nine calamities, and finally achieved immortality. He also blessed 3,600 ancestors of our Yu clan to be resurrected from the dead and ascend to the upper realm together."

"Ah!" Feifei imagined the scene in her mind and couldn't help but feel happy, "That's great."

"Longevity..."

Xu Zhiqiu pondered the poem carefully, with a variety of thoughts in his mind.

These two simple characters, which only have nine strokes in total, seem to be the only pursuit of the cultivators in this world.

This is obviously different from the previous life.

In the past lives, practitioners of Taoism sought to achieve transcendence and reach the highest ideal.

For example, my mentor, Immortal Daying.

If the purpose is just to live longer, then what is the point of longevity?

How many years does it take to be considered immortal? One thousand years? Ten thousand years?

Even stars will go out one day, let alone a mere immortal?

If it cannot reach the sky, then it is not my way.

Even if it lives for tens of millions of years, it is just the immortality of a turtle.

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Across the tunnel,

Everyone must have arrived inside the mountain, and the space in front of them was infinitely wide.

What catches the eye are stone pillars as thick as millstones and hundreds of feet high. A quick glance reveals that there are at least thousands of them.

Each pillar is engraved with a "dragon coiled around a pillar" pattern, which is very lifelike, especially the scaly claws, which seem more ferocious than living things.

There is a stone altar between every two pillars, with a blazing fire in the altar extending to the end.

When illuminated by this light, the scene in front of you is left with a feeling of grandeur and yet deepness.

The strange fusion of the two highlights a wild and ancient rough style.

The crowd followed him to an altar and climbed the stairs with him.

The altar was quite large, and looked like a small pyramid.

After reaching the top, what you see is various medicinal herbs piled up into a small mountain.

There is also a square pond, which is more than ten feet long and wide, larger than a swimming pool.

The water in the pool is viscous and looks like thick ink, giving off a pungent medicinal fragrance.

The Kuisang priest first let the two patients, Puzhi and Fancheng Zengyang, soak in the pool.
Then he came to a square table and gathered the medicine-making instruments on it, such as ladles, pestles, and medicine jars.

Then they started to pick the herbs and pound them to make medicine.

Mrs. Gu was a professional and couldn't help but join in the fun. She picked up a herb on the table at random, put it to her nose to smell it, and then picked up another one.

After looking at more than ten plants in a row, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Why are there all these poisonous herbs?"

He came to the black pool again, scooped up some water and took a closer look, and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"This pool of water is the most poisonous of all!"

In response to her shocked reaction, Kuisang did not even turn his head.
"You Middle-earth people are too stubborn. You always like to divide things too clearly and always regard poisonous things as a scourge."

"In fact, the toxicity of medicine is nothing more than the evolution of the law of life and death. Poison is also a manifestation of the energy between heaven and earth. The two are similar in principle. Medicine can kill people, poison can heal people, and poison can also be a tonic."

He threw the seasoned herbs into the medicine jar one by one, and then took out a bowl of purple-black liquid from somewhere.

Pour it into the jar, and thick smoke will immediately rise up, and then put the jar on the brazier to roast it.

As he chanted the spell, his body danced along.

Just like a witch performing a ritual.
After a while, the aroma of medicine emanated from the jar. He divided it into two small bowls and gave them to Pu Zhi and Fan Zengyang to drink respectively.

Then, something magical happened.

The half of Puzhi's face that had turned into a corpse began to regain color visibly.

Fan Zengyang's condition was less serious than his. In less than a minute, he was already full of energy and vitality.

"Using poison to cure poison, I admire you!" Mrs. Gu was convinced.

It is easy to say that fighting poison with poison, but to do this requires extremely high professionalism.

This would be impossible without the ultimate control over the medicinal properties and dosage.

Puzhi chanted the Buddha's name and said:
"It is not difficult to cure this poison, but it is difficult to use your body as medicine. When the old donor can cure my flesh and blood, it will be a great merit."

His words were vague, which led to speculation among people.

But Kuisang said in a deep voice:
"Yes, it's a pity that Sandor is gone. She was more talented in medicine refining than her father..."

(End of this chapter)