Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 303: Preliminary Work on Alchemy
In the Sutra Pavilion, Fang Qingyuan was in a remote corner, holding the thoughts and works of the omniscient old man, looking at them attentively.

After a long time, Fang Qingyuan put down the album and fell into deep thought. In this book, he gained a lot of new perspectives and knowledge.

Most of what is said in the book are clichés and even some ridiculous things. After all, the omniscient old man was an ancient man who lived 3000 years ago. Many of his secret things at that time have now become common sense.

Moreover, there are many opinions that have been proven to be unfeasible through time, but even so, Fang Qingyuan has benefited a lot from some of the things recorded in this book.

For example, the omniscient old man's inference on the origin of the monks in this world. He mentioned in the book that humans in this world came from across the star field tens of millions of years ago and fell into this world, where they multiplied and multiplied.

Fang Qingyuan is clear about this. He heard it when he was a child in Tianshan Villa. But the omniscient old man continued to explain that the humans who crossed over back then were divided into eight sects, called the Upper Eight Sects. Now they have evolved over time. , among the upper eight sects, there are still two families, Qiyun and Yushou, and the other six sects are lonely and lonely.

This news is not something Fang Qingyuan can know. The various sects have always been vague about these things, and ordinary disciples are not curious about these histories. In their eyes, anything in the world is more interesting than pursuing history.

After reading this, Fang Qingyuan closed the book and felt much calmer in his heart. Millions of years have been condensed in his book. This small book carries the weight of history.

Infected by this aura, Fang Qingyuan felt that even if the elixir theory did not go well for a while, it would not matter. He still had many years to live, so there was no need to be too anxious.

After thinking about this, Fang Qingyuan put the book back to its original place, then got up and walked out of the Scripture Collection Pavilion to find Lechuan.

When he came to Lechuan, Lechuan saw that Fang Qingyuan had returned to his previous shrewdness, and he smiled sincerely. He said happily:

"Qingyuan, this is the style of a disciple who is a master. It doesn't matter if the alchemy theory doesn't go well. You are only 97 years old, why are you so anxious?"

Fang Qingyuan went up to salute, and then listened to Lechuan's guidance and complaints. After a while, when Lechuan got over his addiction, he ordered Fang Qingyuan:
"I called you here before. I wanted you to help me do something for my teacher, but now I have missed it, so forget it. In addition, the last thank you gift from the Dan Alliance has just arrived. You have made great efforts before, and I agreed to give it to you. You have one, take it.”

After Lechuan finished speaking, he turned his hand, took out a bottle of elixir, and threw it to Fang Qingyuan.

After Fang Qingyuan took it, he explained:

"This is the Spring and Autumn Pill that was refined using Spring Autumn Cicada as medicine two years ago. People from the Dan League said that it takes two years to refine it. Who knows if it is true or not, but the efficacy of the medicine is definitely Really, after taking it, it can increase the rate of elixir formation of Foundation Establishment monks by [-]%, which is really rare and valuable."

Holding the elixir, Fang Qingyuan felt happy. Now that his elixir theory was not going well, with this bottle of elixir, the path to elixir formation would be easier in the future.

After thanking Lechuan and taking the elixir with him, Fang Qingyuan hurried back to Qingyuan Sect happily. It's funny to say that every time Fang Qingyuan came to Baishan Royal Beast Gate to look for Lechuan, he always took the food with him when he left. Don’t leave empty-handed.

Returning to Qingyuan Sect, Fang Qingyuan, whose mentality had stabilized, summoned Mao Cheng and wanted to hear about the sect's development in recent years.

In the past two years, he didn't want to see anyone. Mao Cheng came up several times to report the situation, but he was dismissed.

When Mao Cheng came up and Fang Qingyuan saw him, he realized belatedly that Mao Cheng, the head of the general affairs, had white hair and was aging very quickly.

Counting the days, Mao Cheng has been serving as the head of the Qingyuan Sect's general affairs for 17 years. When he joined the Qingyuan Sect, he was already over 60 years old. Now he is already in his eighties. The life expectancy of a Qi Practicing monk is only [-] years, and that of ordinary people is not. If you don't live up to that point, you will end your life without any illness or disaster.

Based on this calculation, Mao Cheng still has about twenty years of good life, and he cannot always be the head of general affairs. He will always be left with seven or eight years of retirement life.

It seems that it is time to consider Mao Cheng's successor. It is better to prepare for a rainy day than to be in a hurry.

Mao Cheng was filled with emotions at this time. In his eyes, Fang Qingyuan, the sect master, was still the same as before after 17 years, as if time had never stayed on him.

There are rumors from the outside world that Fang Qingyuan, the leader of the Qingyuan Sect, is gifted with magical powers related to Shouyuan. This seems to be true.

Fang Qingyuan has never revealed his magical talent to the outside world, so Mao Cheng doesn't know about it either. He doesn't care about it and just does his own thing well.

"After these reclamations, the spiritual fields in the mountains have expanded from more than 400 acres to more than [-] acres today. However, this number of acres has exceeded the potential of the sect, and there will be no more spiritual lands to be reclaimed in the future. come out.

The annual income of Lingtian is ten high-grade spiritual stones, and the operating income of the shops in Jiuxingfang is seven or eight per year. The income of the camel team led by Yinbao is slightly higher, but the income is only a dozen high-grade spiritual stones.

The sect's expenses are increasing every year. Now there are nearly 50 disciples in the sect, and there are two new immortal seedlings that came to the immortal path last year, and one the year before that.
The human relations between the surrounding sects are also a big expense. Fortunately, our Qingyuan Sect's population is still healthy and there is no place for big things, otherwise this will be another large amount of spiritual stones to be scattered. "

Mao Cheng was chattering on the side, and he kept thinking about the same thing. The sect's spiritual stones were insufficient. They made several windfalls in succession, but they were gradually exhausted in these years of life. If they don't find new ways to make money, The sect will be unable to uncover the pot.

What he said made Fang Qingyuan feel a little worried. The new sect has a new atmosphere. It has only been less than 20 years, and the finances of the sect have deteriorated so much.

Of course, this also had a lot to do with the excessive benefits Fang Qingyuan had set for his disciples.

As a sect with a background in beast control and a sect that has been divided into three generations, it would be a joke if the welfare of the disciples in the sect was not as good as that of other small sects.

Moreover, Fang Qingyuan doesn't think highly of the income from thirty or forty high-grade spiritual stones a year. He sells a bottle of Blood Life Pill and earns more than the sect's annual income.

But the truth cannot be calculated like this. The future development of the sect will always be moving forward steadily. However, due to the lack of raw materials, Blood Shou Dan sells one bottle less. Moreover, the development of the sect will be of great help to me in the future, and I still have to rely on it. The Qingyuan Sect has lived for thousands of years.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan began to think about finding another way to make money for Qingyuan Sect. Although he had spiritual stones, he could not use his own spiritual stones to supplement the income. Now he has been using spiritual stones to supplement the sect. In the long run, the sect will still be able to make money. What future is there for development?

It cannot be weaned from the beginning, and the roots grow crookedly. When it grows up in the future, it can only be a crooked-necked tree.

When Mao Cheng finished talking, Fang Qingyuan said he understood. Finally, when Mao Cheng wanted to resign, Fang Qingyuan called him out:
"You have worked hard these years. The secular affairs in the sect have delayed your practice, causing you to have no hope of building a foundation in this life. If you take this blood longevity pill, it can extend your life for five years."

Fang Qingyuan took out a blood longevity pill and handed it to Mao Cheng. Holding the pill, Mao Cheng immediately fell to his knees and burst into tears:

"The life-extending elixir is so precious, how could it be wasted on my disciples? I have dull qualifications. Even if I practice diligently, I will never be able to become a foundation-building monk in this life. Why should I delay my practice? Besides, I started out as a meager practitioner who was not valued by others. Qi, now I am on equal footing with other Foundation Establishment family heads, or even slightly better. This is all thanks to Qingyuan Sect and you, Sect Master. I have reached perfection in this life, please Sect Master take back this elixir, I deserve it."

Listening to Mao Cheng's cry, Fang Qingyuan personally lifted him up and then comforted him:

"You deserve this. Take it and eat it. I see how you treat the sect. It's just a life-extending elixir. I have a lot more here. Don't worry." He looked at Mao Cheng holding the elixir. After eating it and finally persuading Mao Cheng to leave, Fang Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief. As people age, they become stubborn, whether they are monks or mortals.

The Blood Shou Pill is originally a second-level elixir that is given to foundation-building monks to increase their lifespan by three years. But for Mao Cheng, a late-stage Qi-training monk, Fang Qingyuan said that five years is still conservative, and should be between six and seven years.

One blood longevity pill can sell fifty high-grade spiritual stones. If Mao Cheng was not greedy, he would never be able to buy it in his life. And if he was greedy for money from the Mo Sect, Fang Qingyuan would definitely not tolerate him.

Now, after 17 years of development, the Qingyuan Sect has more than 50 disciples, 13 of whom are the elders of the year, the middle [-] people are the immortal seedlings that Fang Qingyuan saved back then, and the rest are the new children born in these years. .

Nowadays, the number of mortals in the territory of Qingyuan Sect has exceeded 15, and is steadily heading towards [-]. In addition, Qingyuan Sect attracts refugees from outside every year. Although the number is not large, there are only a few hundred people every month. But as time goes by, there is still a lot to make up for.

These mortals were their own immortal cultivators who had an accident and could no longer protect them. Their land was occupied by others. They had no choice but to leave their homes and choose to go to Baishan.

For these people, people from Dazhou Academy are also willing to help connect them and distribute them to various sects. Because Qingyuan Sect is enfeoffed, it has a better relationship with the monks in Dazhou Academy who deal with this matter. Every time there are new refugees, , all selected by the Qingyuan Sect.

For these people, Fang Qingyuan's standard is that they should be educated without distinction. As long as they are willing to abide by the rules of Qingyuan Sect, he will treat them equally.

Nowadays, Qingyuan Sect is even stronger than Yuanling Mountain back then. Unfortunately, the geographical location is not good and it is in a remote place. No one wants to build a city.

After Mao Cheng left, Fang Qingyuan carefully thought about how to find a new way. After thinking about it, he felt that if he wanted to expand his financial resources, he should go to Jiuxingfang.

Because the monks here are generally poor, even if they spend all their efforts, it is difficult to squeeze out money and water from these people. The previous beast ship franchise was a lesson. They got the route, but they could not earn a few spiritual stones. No wonder the mausoleum was originally Liang Zong Xiaoxuan agreed so happily.

Fang Qingyuan was thinking about it when someone came over there, but this person surprised Fang Qingyuan.

"Huicheng, it's rare to see you. Do you have anything to say to me?"

The person who came was none other than Chen Huicheng. This disciple was reserved by nature. Fang Qingyuan always came to him. This was the first time he came to see Fang Qingyuan.

Seeing Fang Qingyuan asking, Chen Huicheng stuttered a little. He stammered for a long time before Fang Qingyuan understood what he meant. It turned out that he had perfected his cultivation a few days ago and felt the opportunity to build a foundation. This time he was going to look for it. This trip was to say goodbye. .

Hearing what Chen Huicheng said, Fang Qingyuan was a little ashamed. He didn't even know that his disciples had reached such a level of cultivation. As a sect leader, he was too remiss in his responsibility.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan asked Chen Huicheng what he needed, but Chen Huicheng shook his head and said he didn't.

In desperation, Fang Qingyuan had no choice but to give him a few powerful high-level talismans to use as self-defense, and then watched him go away with everyone in front of the Zongmen Mountain Gate.

After he left, Fang Qingyuan went to Jiuxingfang. Nowadays, this newly built market is becoming more and more lively. There is an endless stream of monks coming and going, and the flow of people is more than [-] every day.

This is because Jiuxingfang, as the first transfer station connecting the wilderness here, attracts monks from all over the world who come to hunt for treasures. After they come to Jiuxingfang, after replenishing their supplies, they plunge into the wilderness to seek their own wealth.

However, there has always been no tenderness in the wilderness. No matter how many monks entered, he would accept them all and swallow them into his belly without even spitting out a single bone.

Fang Qingyuan has not been to Jiuxingfang for a long time. Looking at the great changes in the city in front of him, he was envious. It would be great if he had some shares here.

While thinking about these things, Fang Qingyuan came to a small shop in Fang City. This small shop was very small, and the items it sold were only used by low-level monks. There was nothing in it that Fang Qingyuan needed.

The reason why Fang Qingyuan came here was because this small shop was given as a free gift by the Dongming Sect of the Yuan Dynasty, and it is now the property of the Qingyuan Sect.

When they arrived at the store, apart from the shopkeeper, there was only one boy. When they saw Fang Qingyuan, they quickly stepped forward to salute.

Fang Qingyuan waved his hand, indicating that they could do whatever they needed to do and ignore him. But with him here, how could these two people not care.

After staying here for a while, Fang Qingyuan felt a little bored. He really had nothing to talk about with them.

So Fang Qingyuan walked out of the place after a while. After he left, the two people in the store could breathe normally.

Unaware of the shock his disciples received from his sudden visit, Fang Qingyuan wandered around Fang City. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had walked around Fang City so aimlessly.

The last time that left a deep impression on him was the shopping experience in Lianshui City with Jiang Kui.

Seeing the surging crowds, laughing and cursing, and the various expressions of the world, Fang Qingyuan was momentarily lost in thought. In the mind map that he opened all the time, all sentient beings in the city did not feel that they were reflected in his heart.

Colorful spiritual emotions, each represents the mood of others at the moment. In this vast ocean of emotions, Fang Qingyuan tried to put his own emotions into it. He was like a small boat, following the moods of tens of thousands of monks in this place. And constantly ups and downs.

"A small boat waves across a vast expanse of land. I look around and see the sky without walls. My mind is filled with ocean. I ask Cang Cang Ying, what is in it?"

Fang Qingyuan stood in the middle of the market and asked this question after a long time. Where should the source of his spiritual thoughts be located on the monk's body at this time?
When passers-by saw Fang Qingyuan's infatuated look, some snickered, some were envious, and some ignored him, but no one dared to come up and disturb him at this moment.

Because this is a rare opportunity for enlightenment. If it is disturbed by external forces, I am afraid that a life-or-death feud will immediately occur.

People came and went, all just passers-by. Fang Qingyuan just wandered in the ocean of thoughts from dawn to dusk.

But all things have an end, the crowd's overwhelming thoughts are endless, and Fang Qingyuan's total soul finally cannot support it. Fang Qingyuan dances with the wave and takes risks like this.

When the huge soul was consumed too much, a subversion of the wave knocked Fang Qingyuan off the wave. With a muffled groan, Fang Qingyuan opened his eyes that he didn't know when to close, and murmured to himself:

"The tide of my heart is boundless, and all sentient beings are suffering. If I can control it, why worry about failing to accomplish my great cause?"

(End of this chapter)