Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 27 Going Down the Mountain
Another ten days passed.

Fang Xin, who entered the quiet room in the back mountain and practiced alchemy, came out with a smile on his face again.

This time, he was carrying a small bag.

Inside the small bundle in his hand were sixty pills in total that he was going to hand over to the task this time.

"This time the craftsmanship is good again."

"I didn't expect that after I cultivated the spell, when I was advancing, it would be of such great benefit to this alchemy."

"Now, I have fully understood the structure of various materials needed in the Bigu Pill."

"Under normal circumstances, the limit of one batch of medicinal materials can be refined to seven, but now I can refine four in one furnace."

"I believe that it won't be long before I can reach this limit, and I also need to study further to develop my own prescription."

"After all, those big bosses living in the alchemy courtyard all have their own alchemy prescriptions, exclusive secret recipes."

Originally, he estimated for himself that he could maintain a furnace of three pills normally, which was a normal performance.

But I didn't expect that with the improvement of his Taoism, his grasp of the medicinal materials, and even the composition and ratio of the medicinal materials, felt that he could pinch them with his hands.

If it weren't for his own way, would he be fine?

He even felt that he could refine seven elixirs in one furnace at a time, reaching the limit of the use of this medicinal material.

To know.

Many big men in the alchemy academy, even the legendary big man who enlightened and practiced Taoism, can only produce six pills in one furnace.

Only in the legend, the master alchemist on the top of the Sanshan Taoist Palace said that he had refined seven of them in one furnace, but it is not known whether it is true or not.

And only after joining the Dan Academy will you know.

Of the many prescriptions and prescriptions in the Pill Academy, the only ones that can provide them with reference are the prescriptions under the Warlock.

The only warlock prescription that can be exchanged by everyone is the prescription of Bigu Pill.

As for other warlock-level pills.

That is completely every veteran Taoist's own treasure, and it is the foundation of his own life.

Even if he died, he would not betray the prescription.

Therefore, only by having one's own prescriptions and sources of medicinal materials can one be able to make a lot of money.

Otherwise, you can only work hard.

After all, many medicinal materials in the Sanshan Palace are set by those big figures in the Taoist temple, and the prices are completely monopolized.

You have to find a way to forge ahead.

With this in mind, he returned to the Sangpo Mountain once again, and handed in his contribution points for this year, that is, sixty pills.

This is the protection fee of the Dao Palace.

However, when he walked out of Sangpo Mountain, he was still very happy in his heart.

Because at this moment, in his spiritual platform, there are 22 pills exuding blue light, which are revolving around that one gourd vine.

22 bigu pills can last for two years.

Even if he is in a desperate situation, he can survive without eating or drinking for two years.

This ratio of resources is sufficient.

What's more, he still holds [-] talisman money in his hand, which is placed in the token.

This is a resource in the Dao Palace.

If he didn't spend it, he would always feel empty in his heart.

So, I simply took my token and went to the ghost market again.

This time, there was no entry fee.

And the big locust tree seemed to recognize him, just arrived, and before showing anything, the big locust tree disappeared.

It may be the last time that left a psychological shadow.

Out of the ghost city again.

Fang Xin squeezed the wax pill in his hand, and walked down the mountain along the white path that exudes colorful miasma.

At the same time, it is more emotional:

"People say that the money in this palace is not money, and it is not spent at all. Now it seems that this is really the case!"

"A unique exorcism pill that can drive away negative influences and sweep away evil spirits will cost me three hundred talismans."

"If this is normal, a Warlock without a skill, how can he work for several months in vain?"

When he said this, he became more determined to research a elixir of his own.

After all, this thing is too profitable.

Bigu Pill costs [-] talismans each, but this exorcism pill costs [-] talismans.

Of course.

In addition to this exorcising pill, he also went to the place where talisman papers were sold in the ghost market and bought [-] high-quality talisman papers.

This is all at the spirit paper level.

Although the price was a little expensive, with a wave of his hand, he spent three hundred talismans and bought three hundred high-quality spiritual papers.

Even when he just said the request, the way the shop owner looked at him changed immediately.

From looking at his fellow comrades, to looking at a big fat sheep, a big rich man, and a big fool.

Even the eyes are shining.

Everything was ready, and when he walked to the side of the Yudai River, he still habitually took a large handful of incense candles and lit them for sacrifices here.

Clouds of smoke once again enveloped the Quartet.

It's just that this time as he got richer, he bought more grass incense, just like a coal-fired kiln, covered in smoke in all directions.

It looked like it was on fire.

As the smoke dissipates.

He didn't care if there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark nearby.

Pick up a ray of breeze and ride the wind.

"...Fengshen, Fengshen, manifest quickly~"

As the spell sounded softly, it turned into a breeze and drifted away from the mountain along the path in the forest.

Fluttering and erratic like relying on emptiness to control the wind.

It's as if the whole person has no weight.

Sure enough, only when he was traveling long distances could he experience the feeling of that Liezi Yufeng.

Just as he was flying ahead.

I can only hear heavy footsteps in the distance, as if from far to near:

thump~
thump~
thump~
Accompanied by these heavy footsteps.

There seems to be a faint scent of wormwood, which is passed from all directions.

next moment.

A swamp-like situation suddenly appeared underground, the ground suddenly became extremely soft, and even blisters appeared underground:

Gollum~ Gollum~ Gollum~
Afterwards, bone hands stretched out from the ground one after another, and the faint blue soul fire ignited from the eyes of the bones.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Countless bone skeletons seemed to be struggling underground, climbing up one by one, piling up into a hill of bones, blocking Fang Xin's way forward.

The wind is howling.

Also howling.

woohoo~
oooo~
……

Between weeping and complaining, it seems to be the crying of ghosts and gods.

Immediately afterwards, one can only see blue heads sticking out of the trees in all directions.

Silent branches and forks seem to be inserted into their foreheads, and even their skins are like tree grains.

see this scene.

Fang Xin's whole face seemed to become a little heavy:
"Skeleton soldier, Aoki ghost!"

He knew that he had strayed into the ghost realm by mistake.

Stopping, Fang Xin looked in all directions very vigilantly. He didn't even dare to stop with the Speed ​​Curse, so he had to step on the breeze.

Because if you step on the ground at this moment.

Maybe there will be a drowning ghost underneath, who suddenly stretches out his hands and pulls him into the ground.

By that time.

That's the big trouble!
thump~
thump~
thump~
The sound is getting closer and closer.

The footsteps are also getting heavier and heavier.

At the end, the scent of wormwood was even unbearable, and the clouds in all directions suddenly became more and thicker.

wow~
Countless dark clouds were suddenly lifted.

Afterwards, among the countless clouds, there were ghosts holding banners one after another, waving their flags and shouting:

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

"Wow~"

The howling wind became even more gloomy.

Among the grass and trees in all directions, one after another, only three inches and holding a bone fork, appeared one after another.

Clouds enveloped the world.

It turned into a net of heaven and earth!
It directly turned this mountain into a ghost domain from the inside to the outside, and connected it to the altar inside the Sanshan Palace in the dark!
at last.

Countless clouds fell.

Right in front of Fang Xin, a giant claw seemed to emerge from the thick black cloud:

"Bah!"

There was a sound like cloth being torn apart.

Seeing the thick cloud layer, it was torn apart from the inside to the outside in an instant, forming a huge portal.

Followed by.

Exuding a monstrous ghostly aura, the impermanent ghost with a height of three feet, a single horn on its head, and scales on its body flew out of it.

Fire burned on him.

A fiery red long snake rested on his shoulder, as if swallowing snake letters.

sizzle~
Suddenly, this impermanence is also a strange ghost with Zhu Rong's blood.

This is his prime.

Leading tens of thousands of Yin soldiers to surround the Taoist hunter's net!
See this impermanence arise.

Fang Xin also seemed to have a low gaze, and then, in that deep voice, he spoke to the impermanence in the sky:

"Dharma Protector, you have crossed the line a bit."

"The rules in the Three Mountain Palace, if ghosts and gods violate the precepts, they will be thrown into the red dust hell, and the three lives will be tortured and turned into lamp oil, which will last forever."

"It's not too late for you to repent."

This is too arrogant, directly in this vast mountain, shooting at the sorcerer Taoist of Sanshan Palace.

If only after a while.

Doesn't this force Sanshan Palace to directly establish itself as king?
Such a ghost who broke the rules, no matter how powerful he is, is nothing more than a Dharma protector.

Hearing Fang Xin's words, Wuchang seemed to laugh, and there were sobbing ghosts and gods in the laughter, which caused thousands of ghosts and gods to cry:

"Woooo...haha...Jie Jie..."

Suddenly, the sky seemed to be raining blood.

The air became more stagnant.

Immediately afterwards, Na Wuchang said to Fang Xin with a victor's attitude:
"If it was before, I wouldn't dare to do this."

"But now times have changed, and a new cycle is about to emerge."

"During this reincarnation, the number of Taoist priests has reached the limit in the Taoist palace, and it doesn't matter if a few Taoist palaces die."

"If not, why do you think the Dao Palace has become so weird recently?"

Speaking of this, Wuchang's body of ghosts and gods that seemed to have grown taller had already approached Fang Xin step by step.

Even shadows have covered his part of the sky, shrouding his figure under the shadow of impermanence:

"Give me your soul obediently."

"Such a sweet Taoist soul, maybe it can bring me a chance to turn from yin to yang!!"

By the time he said this, Wuchang's eyes had turned green, his blue face was teething, and the whole ghost seemed to be unable to bear it anymore.

Salivating saliva dripped to the ground.

It even made a sizzling sound.

zizi~
The next moment, his big hand with a fire snake entangled in it ruthlessly patted Fang Xin's Tianling cover:

"bring it on!!!"

The wanton expression, covetous gaze, and that gradually perverted smile constituted an extremely weird picture.

However, Fang Xin, who was standing under the body of the ghost at the moment, couldn't help showing a painful expression:

"I wanted to get some more news."

"I didn't expect Wuchang to be Zhu Rong's successor. This time, it's really a big loss."

After the words fell, the big hand stained with Zhu Rong's flame had already come to his head.

Haven't been caught by the ghost claw yet.

The boiling fire of Zhu Rong burned his body in a flash.

Only wisps of ashes drifted away with the wind, reflecting the strange expression of sudden sluggish impermanence.

Law...spell?
It takes less than a year for a warlock to have money to buy spells, or even practice successfully?
For a while, in the cloudy mountain forest, which was already full of ghostly aura, it seemed that the ghostly aura became more violent:
"Ahhhh!!!"

"Damn brat, damn Taoist!!"

"You all deserve to die~~~~~"

A gust of wind blew up, Yin Qi swept across, and the ghost domain originally built by countless long soldiers collapsed in an instant.

boom! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)