Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

Chapter 9 9. Fang Zhu

Returning to the newly rented cave, Song He continued to be busy non-stop.

First of all, I opened a five-level first-level spiritual field and planted the two golden, jade, and water trees in it. This is the most important thing. If I keep it in the spiritual planting bag for a long time, it will be terrible if it loses its spiritual spirit. .

Secondly, he also planted the seeds of Runling Grass into another spiritual field. With seven first-level spiritual fields in hand, he must choose some spiritual plants that grow faster to earn spiritual stones.

As for another second-level spiritual field.

He planned to shelve it for now because he was worried that the spiritual energy required by the Yimu Gourd would not be enough to allow the roots to extend outward. High-level spiritual plants suppress low-level spiritual plants so strongly that there is no room for low-level spiritual plants to survive.

Before he was sure whether Yimu Gourd would occupy the spiritual power of two spiritual fields, he still needed to be careful.

It can be said that the reason why he gritted his teeth and rented a Grade C cave was because of this Yimu gourd.

If the earth line spiritual energy is insufficient, then he needs to spend a large amount of spiritual stones to replenish the spiritual energy, and the effect is not as good as the earth line spiritual energy.

That's simply not worth the loss.

It would be better to rent a Grade C cave directly.

"Oh, keep working."

It took Song He a whole day to enlighten the first-level spiritual field and plant the seeds properly.

Exhausted, he fell asleep next to the spiritual spring again.

In the spiritual spring, nourished by abundant spiritual energy, the seed of the spirit-increasing lotus has quietly sprouted, and the young pink seedlings are working hard to break through the water.

The time came on the third day.

On this day, Song He went to the Deacon Hall in the morning and found several monks who specialized in building caves for people, and planned to let them build a residence for him.

The other party seemed to have known that Song He was coming, and took out a bunch of woodworking drawings for Song He to choose from, all of which were exquisite and beautiful pavilions.

Song He carefully selected, and finally accidentally discovered a special drawing, which marked the use of bamboo as the main material to build a house.

But you need to grow it yourself.

Curiosity suddenly came up.

"Senior brother, what is this?" he asked.

"Junior brother has a good eye. This is the last batch of Fangzhu seeds currently. If a certain uncle hadn't grown a batch on a whim, the price would have been much higher."

Some fat monks took out a few small bamboo shoots and introduced them with a smile on their faces: "During the growth process of this kind of spiritual plant, the monks at the late stage of Foundation Establishment and above used their spiritual consciousness to seal it into the blueprint.

Its seeds will grow according to the structure of the drawing and naturally grow into a house.

Houses built using this method have many advantages over ordinary materials. Not only can they gather spiritual energy independently, but they can also absorb spiritual spring water from the ground and use it directly.

It can be said to be extremely convenient, and it is very popular both inside and outside the sect. Some mortal nobles are even willing to trade half of the country for a seedling. "

Hearing his introduction, Song He was a little stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the bamboo shoots that were as small as jade carvings.

【Name】: Fangzhu

[Level]: First-level low-grade

[Status]: Seedlings (80%)

This... tree house?

No, Bamboo House is right... The world of immortality is indeed very different from what he imagined. Has it developed to this extent?

There is automatic air conditioning and running water. The most important thing is that the house is still alive. This was indeed beyond his imagination, and he was a little surprised.

It's just a pity that there is no entry.

But thinking about it, it is impossible to be so lucky every time and it is normal to encounter a spiritual plant with an entry, so I don't care too much.

He looked at it again and again, and couldn't help but ask: "Senior brother, which uncle researched and cultivated this Fangzhu?"

Song He's question was not beyond the expectations of the fat monk at all. Anyone who saw this strange spiritual plant would be curious. As a businessman, he did not hide it and explained:

"It's Uncle Jiang. He likes to study some strange gadgets. He cultivated many spiritual plants in the sect."

There is no doubt that Uncle Jiang in this person's mouth is the boss who gave the Yimu gourd to Song He.

Song He's heart moved, and he pretended to be curious and continued to ask:

"Then this batch of Fangzhu was also grown by Uncle Jiang?"

"No, Uncle Jiang has not cultivated spiritual plants for a long time. He just stays at Xiaolin Mountain and reads classics every day." The fat monk replied.

"In this way...I thought it was cultivated by the old man himself."

Song He smiled, feeling relieved.

The fat monk smacked his lips and seemed to be feeling a little emotional:

"If he had cultivated it himself, he would have probably been booked by other sects' foundation-building or pill-forming monks. The high-level Fang Zhu has a spirit-gathering effect that is not inferior to the high-level spirit gathering array."

"Haha, it is indeed not something that a Qi Refining cultivator like me can ask for." Song He said haha ​​and skipped the topic: "Brother, this is the spirit stone. I have to go back and plant the Fangzhu. .”

The fat monk accepted the spirit stone and handed the Fangzhu seedling to Song He. He did not forget to say, "Junior brother, if you want to make beds, tables, chairs, etc., you can come to me. I guarantee good quality and low price."

"If you need anything, you must come to see me, senior brother!"

While talking, Song He had already walked outside.

Just kidding, he has no intention of using spiritual stones to buy beds, tables and chairs. If you buy a lot of those things in the mortal world with gold, why spend spiritual stones.

After learning that these bamboos were not cultivated by Uncle Jiang, he was inexplicably relieved - he always felt that from the time he obtained the Yimu gourd to the time he chose the cave, there was always the shadow of his old man.

It's quite strange. I am an inconspicuous Qi refining monk. Why does he value me so much?

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Returning to the cave, Song He chose a suitable open space and planted the few house bamboos, and irrigated them with his own spiritual energy mixed with spiritual water.

Then according to the method described by the fat monk, he reluctantly took out five spiritual stones and placed them in different areas.

He took a few steps back and stared at the area quietly.

A miraculous scene happened——

The bamboo shoots seemed to have fast forwarded in time, growing taller and larger quickly. The branches of the five house bamboos were curved and connected, gradually forming a house made of bamboo.

In just a blink of an eye, it grows directly from a small bamboo shoot into a bamboo house made of bamboo, even with windows and doors.

Under the eaves, there are emerald green bamboo leaves swaying in the wind.

The greenery is extremely beautiful, as if high-end jadeite is dripping with water.

Song He was really stunned when he saw it.

"It's so amazing. He said he grew up quickly, but he didn't say it actually grew that fast."

He couldn't wait to push open the door made of bamboo leaves and entered the house.

As soon as I entered, the fresh fragrance of bamboo mixed with a spiritual energy hit my face - the spiritual energy inside was indeed a bit stronger than outside.

Although it is still far from as abundant as the spiritual energy at Lingquan, to be honest, it is already pretty good.

Being able to use spiritual plants to achieve the effect of the spirit gathering array was really an eye-opener for Song He.

He stepped on the smooth jade-like bamboo floor and walked around the entire room, feeling that the twenty spirit stones he spent were really worth it.

This is no ordinary bamboo house.

It’s just a bamboo villa!

It's no wonder that the mortals would trade half of the country for a seedling. If this were placed in the world before he traveled, I'm afraid it would have been a luxurious treatment that only the top rich could enjoy.