The fake prince was exposed at the beginning, and I took office as emperor on the spot

Chapter 35: Shinto and Martial Arts (Two in One, please give me a monthly ticket!)
Sanbao Temple.

This is the largest and one of the most popular temples built by the Tara sect.

The entire temple is 333 meters wide and 333 meters long. In the main hall dedicated to the Buddha Mother, there are countless incense sticks and candles that never go out for hundreds of years. It is said that you can even run horses in the hall.

——Of course, no one dares to actually do this in there, so whether it is possible or not is still an unsolved mystery.

The popularity of Tara Buddhism has only gradually grown in recent decades due to the recognition of Emperor Yong'an.

In the past few hundred years, the Tara religion was believed to have originated from the Western Regions. Secondly, because of its supernatural powers, the Tara was always wrapped in bandages and exuded a faint smell of decay, making it mysterious and not like a good person.

It has always been viewed with vigilance and disgust by mortals.

And the Galan Temple is the orthodox temple of the Wei Dynasty.

But since the development of Tara religion, its popularity has been out of control.

After all, the Galan Temple is concerned with the afterlife and redeeming the sins in the heart, while the Tara religion is much more practical and is concerned with the actual illnesses in your body.

Therefore, when ordinary people have any difficult and complicated illnesses, they like to go to the temples of the Tara religion. They can cure diseases that doctors can cure, and they can also cure diseases that doctors cannot cure.

Although there are still many people who think that this is an evil method and may have sequelae.

But everyone who has used it says it’s good.

However, the followers of the Tara sect often turned into a pool of blood on the spot due to their "perfect merits". It was not as glorious as the passing away in the Galan Temple, which did damage their reputation.

The abbot of this Sanbao Temple is called Medicine Master, one of the eight protectors of the Tara religion.

It is also the true core of Tara Buddhism.

In the backyard.

When Qing Jian arrived, the pharmacist handed her a ring and said gently:
"Waiter, please take a look and check. Here are the things the Saint Lady needs."

He was wearing a snow-white cloak and his body was still bandaged, but he had a golden lotus-patterned mask on his face.

Qing Jian took it, scanned it with his spiritual sense to confirm, and nodded.

She put away the ring, looked at the pharmacist, pursed her lips, took out a prescription from her arms and handed it to him.

The pharmacist was startled, took it and looked at it, then said:

"Is this... the formula for the Jade Refining Pill?"

When Qing Jian heard this, he knew in his heart that the recipe was real and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The guardian pharmacist is good at alchemy, and he is only one step away from becoming a master.

However, the Jade Refining Pill had been lost for a long time, and even the pharmacist was unable to restore it.

I didn’t expect… that guy actually had the real thing in his hand.

Qing Jian nodded:

"I want the ingredients above. Could the guardian help me refine them?"

The pharmacist pondered for a moment and said:

"I'll try my best, but...why didn't the waiter ask the person who gave the recipe to refine it?"

Qing Jian was not sure about the twists and turns in this matter. She was only sent by Princess Prajna to be Gu Fangchen's maid temporarily, and in fact, she was just a spy.

Gu Fangchen gave her the recipe for the elixir, and although he didn't say it on the surface, it was obvious that he had other intentions.

She could repay the other person with a prescription for a pill by constantly healing him.

If she asked the other party to refine the pill again, it would be like owing him a favor, which made her very uneasy.

There is always a feeling of betraying the princess...

Furthermore, whether Gu Fangchen can refine elixirs of this level is another matter.

Others didn’t know that Qing Jian had been following Gu Fangchen at such a close distance for a whole day. As a Shinto master, he had already seen through the latter inside and out.

This guy actually has just that much cultivation.

Alchemy requires precise control of the mind, which Gu Fangchen can't do at all!
Qing Jian lowered his eyes and said calmly:

"Don't worry about this guardian."

The pharmacist smiled helplessly and put away the recipe:

"The Jade Refining Pill is too high-level. I'm afraid my success rate is less than one percent. If I fail, please forgive me, waiter."

Qing Jian shook his head:
"No problem."

She put away the ring, turned into a stream of light and returned to the palace.

As soon as he arrived at the east wing, Qing Jian's heart moved, and his spiritual sense swept over an extra thought in the room.

No, it’s not that there are more, but that Gu Fangchen’s consciousness has left his body.

Qing Jian had an expressionless face as he watched the thought floating around in the air very lively.

As long as she had a thought, she could immediately extinguish Gu Fangchen's thoughts. This guy was really brave...

But then, Qing Jian's pupils shrank.

Before she left, Gu Fangchen was clearly still at the bottom of the ninth rank, so how come in the blink of an eye, he became an eighth rank?!
It's been less than a day!

Even the most powerful Shinto genius in historical records did not reach such an outrageous level.

Being promoted one rank in one day, is that human?

Qing Jian frowned, his face solemn:

"How on earth did this guy... do it?"

This really exceeded her understanding of spiritual practice.

How could a recognized waste whose Dantian had been wasted for so many years suddenly become a rare genius overnight?

Could it be that...what Gu Fangchen said is actually true?
Is he really a genius?

Qing Jian took a deep breath and calmed his mind.

Not necessarily. Maybe some evil methods were used to force things to happen.

Besides, even if he could upgrade one level a day, he would still only be at the eighth level. It would be impossible for him to refine the Jade Refining Pill!
Qing Jian shook his head, and in a flash, he appeared in the room.

……

Gu Fangchen floated in the air, looking around curiously.

His vision was still a little blurry now, and the objects around him seemed to have a softening filter, and the range he could perceive was only slightly larger than the room, and he could barely detect the yard next door.

His state was not translucent like a ghost, but he had no body at all.

The consciousness at the shell-out stage is really just a thought.

It's a bit like a dream, giving a third-person perspective.

It is no longer affected by real physical objects, can penetrate walls and see through things, and can discover information that cannot be discovered under normal circumstances.

Only when one reaches the seventh level of the Wandering Spirit Realm can one condense spiritual consciousness with a concrete image.

Don’t be fooled by the special effects of those top-three bosses, each one cooler than the other, with all kinds of earth-shattering special effects, and the ability to kill people invisibly from thousands of miles away, which sounds so good.

The early development of a Shinto monk is very simple and unpretentious.

Apart from being able to easily pass the willpower judgment, solve a mechanism when entering a secret realm, and sometimes get more information when talking to NPCs, in terms of ability, there is not much difference between him and ordinary people.

In the lower three grades, Shinto monks are completely fragile mages. If they cannot take action in advance, they will be dead once the martial arts monks use their skills.

So generally speaking, if you want to cultivate the way of the gods, you must first stack up your defense, survive to the extreme, and develop in a sneaky way.

The Shinto route focuses on the later stages, and since most of the experience books come from Shinto masters, it is not difficult to upgrade.

More importantly, the higher the level of cultivation of a Shinto monk, the harder it is to kill him.

Even if the physical body dies, as long as a new body is found within a certain period of time, it can be resurrected.

Even if you don't look for it, you can still live.

As for the martial arts route, there are huge advantages in the early stages, but after reaching the middle third level, the upgrade speed will become slower and slower, and the resources required will increase exponentially.

To cultivate a martial saint like Ding Xingfeng, talent alone is definitely not enough; the entire sect, or even the entire country, must devote its full strength.

This is also one of the reasons why Ding Xingfeng never thought of treason even though he lived in seclusion after his reputation was ruined.

Because to put it bluntly, if there was no Wei Dynasty, there would be no Emperor Yong'an.

He was still just an unknown soldier in the army, but in other words, his frustration was also due to the same reason. This difference between martial arts and Shinto was also clearly reflected in the name.

A martial arts practitioner can be called a master if he reaches the fifth rank, while a Shinto practitioner must be at least the fourth rank and also have a certain prestige in his own field.

In addition, this world basically only has two paths of cultivation: martial arts and Shinto, which cultivate the body and soul respectively.

The names of the first six realms of the two routes are different, but they lead to the same destination when they reach the upper three levels.

Others such as swordsmanship, formations, military tactics, and destiny... are just different skills that have been mastered.

Gu Fangchen walked around the room and felt his vision blurry and a little dizzy.

He estimated that only an incense stick of time had passed at most.

"I have just been promoted, and without the upper Dantian as a foundation, my consciousness is more unstable than that of ordinary Shinto practitioners."

"I still have to solve the problem of my physical body, otherwise my divine cultivation will be affected."

Gu Fangchen sighed inwardly.

As mentioned before, only when one reaches the seventh level of the Wandering Spirit Realm can one’s spiritual consciousness affect real objects.

But this only gives him a safety net when he is refining the puppet, adding a bit of security.

If one wants to completely solve the problem and no longer be affected by the physical body, one must at least reach the fifth level of freedom.

As the name suggests, when you reach this level, you can be free and at ease even without a physical body, just like ordinary people.

Even if you want to have offspring on a whim, it’s okay!

A monk in the state of freedom can make someone pregnant through "spiritual intercourse".

The various legends circulating among mortals about pregnancy caused by dreams of strange visions were mostly the work of Shinto masters of the fifth rank or above...

Some people in evil ways even do this for fun.

But for Gu Fangchen, before reaching the fifth level, he still needs to improve his physical body as much as possible, at least not to hinder his spiritual practice.

Gu Fangchen's mind moved, and his consciousness flew back into his body.

During this process, he had already felt a distinct resistance, like moving forward in water.

This is the consequence of the spirit being away from the body for too long and the connection with the physical body weakening. If it continues to stay outside, it may be rejected by the physical body and never be able to return.

That is what is called brain death.

He opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and with a thought in his mind, he turned his head and saw the cloaked waiter Xiyin standing quietly in the corner.

Qing Jian stretched out her hand, and in her fair palm was a ring:
"Sir, here's what you want."

Gu Fangchen stood up, reached out to take the ring engraved with countless tiny spiritual patterns, and looked at it for a few seconds.

In this world, there is no (((na na na na))) ring specifically for storing things.

Any container on which the formation practitioner carves the words "Small Cave Heaven Formation" can be used as a storage space.

Of course, there are also requirements for the quality of the container.

This "Small Cave Formation" is also a compulsory course for players.

Because this is the backpack slot!

If you don't draw it yourself, the prices NPCs sell it to will be more and more expensive.

Gu Fangchen was extremely familiar with the "Small Cave Heaven Formation". He used his spiritual sense to scan the details. The style of the spiritual patterns on the ring was obviously created by the Medicine Master of the Tara religion.

He raised his head and said with a smile:

"Did you ask the pharmacist for the ingredients for the Jade Refining Pills?"

Qing Jian was shocked.

How did he know this? !

Gu Fangchen had only asked Princess Prajna to gather the materials, but had not specified who to look for.

Sanbao Temple is not the nearest Tara temple, but the materials in Medicine Master's hands are absolutely top-notch, which is what Princess Prajna values.

But based on Princess Prajna's previous attitude, theoretically he should have thought that the princess would just find a random place to get the materials.

How come he's a pharmacist...

Unless he was sure.

Thinking about Princess Prajna's sudden decision to kill the Xingcao Sword by herself, it should be related to Gu Fangchen's list of materials.

But she had seen that list before and couldn't see any problems at all.

It can be seen that there must be a message hidden in it that only the princess can understand.

Qing Jian's eyes were solemn. This man's cultivation was another matter, but his ability to manipulate people's hearts was first-rate...

"The Jade Refining Pill cannot be refined by a pharmacist."

Gu Fangchen sighed heavily and said with a half-smile:
"If you beg me now, you still have time to save some herbs. If you ask me later, the price will be different."

Qing Jian remained silent.

Gu Fangchen didn't care. He got down and stretched, took out the materials from the small cave, and counted them.

"Help me keep an eye on it and don't let anyone else in."

He said this casually, then recalled the process and began to make the necessary guidance materials.

The formation for "refining magic" needs to be engraved directly on one's body, so the container is saved.

The most important things are the 108 demon-suppressing nails and the formation itself.

For the rest, just hold on.

As long as the body and will are judged, everything will be fine.

Gu Fangchen fiddled with it for a long time and almost fainted because he was so focused.

After all, this "magic refining" was related to himself, and it couldn't be as casual as setting up the "Returning Waves Formation". Moreover, he had [Beng Tian Cheng Yun] at that time, but he doesn't have it now.

You must be cautious and cautious!
At night.

"call……"

Gu Fangchen let out a long sigh, his face solemn. He placed the demon-suppressing nails engraved with the formation in order, and couldn't help but twitching his lips.

These demon-suppressing nails are three inches long.

There are a total of one hundred and eight of them, originally used to seal cultivation and torture prisoners.

Now, all of it will be used on himself...

Oh no, it was used on Qing Jian.

Gu Fangchen suddenly felt uneasy, then he looked at his clothes and waved to Qing Jian.

"come over."

Qing Jian walked over and heard Gu Fangchen say calmly:
"Take off my clothes for me."

Qing Jian was stunned and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He actually treated himself as a maid?

Gu Fangchen looked at her, feeling helpless——

He really doesn't know how to take off this ancient clothing. His original self was served by others every day and he has no knowledge about this at all.

Qing Jian had a blank expression on his face. He pursed his lips, walked forward, stretched out his hand, and slowly took off Gu Fangchen's coat.

……

"You mean, when you arrived, Kagetsuma was already dead?"

Inside the thatched hut, a one-armed burly man who was over two meters tall and as strong as an iron tower squatted down and stared at Xingcao Jian's corpse, and asked with a grim expression.

Magu knelt on the ground, trembling.

"Yes."

The one-armed strong man narrowed his eyes and sneered:
"Is this Gu Fangchen really that difficult to kill?"

"I don't believe it. In this world, there is a death that our 'Way of Death' cannot grant."

(End of this chapter)