Lin Luoran finally learned of two new prescriptions.
The middle-level "Early Spirit Pill" of the second grade, cultivates the essence and strengthens the foundation, warms and nourishes the spiritual power. It is the most effective pill for the monks who have just established the foundation. The initial cultivation base.
The "Lingdu Pill" of the lower rank of the third grade, restrains the spiritual energy, builds bridges and builds a boat, and the effect is best when taking it in the small realm of the foundation building period.
Lin Luoran checked the elixir in his own space, and there was no shortage of elixir for the Chuling Pill, but two auxiliary medicines were missing for the Lingdu Pill. Centuries-old bamboo root dew, which grows on the roots of centuries-old bamboos, is rarer and more precious than truffles. Lin Luoran also planted a bunch of bamboos in the space. It took more than a hundred years. She dug the roots, but she didn't even find anything that fit the description. Instead, she harvested a few tender bamboo shoots, which made her helpless.
She decided to refine the "Early Spirit Pill" first. Anyway, she has even refined the fourth-grade Foundation Establishment Pill, so she is not afraid of this mere second-grade intermediate spirit pill.
After forming the alchemy, with a continuous and stable alchemy fire, Lin Luoran felt much easier than before when he started the furnace again.
She didn't have to bother to control the firepower any more, and focused on the alchemy furnace. Even though she was refining a second-grade pill, the yield rate of the pill was not much lower than when refining a first-grade pill.
At dawn the next day, Lin Luoran saw a cloud of green mist coming towards the rainforest, and it fell to the ground and turned into a human being. It was Yang Lisha.
At that time, Lin Luoran had just received a furnace of pills, and Yang Lisha had already seen the soul-cultivating tree standing in the valley. , turned his head and smiled and said:
"Actually, as long as you have the soul-nourishing wood, I don't care where you found it. Now I'm tired of getting it back to Rongcheng, and you don't mind the trouble."
Lin Luoran was speechless, she forgot that the person in front of her was not an ordinary monk, a monster of plants and trees, Yang Lisha could tell the truth from the fake without moving her hands or feet. But according to Yang Lisha's statement, it is not acceptable. If she takes it out in Rongcheng, and suddenly there is such a big tree, it will not be able to escape Yang Lisha's eyes.
"How do you transport it back?" Apart from the fact that she had transformed into vines in Lin's house to scare her, Lin Luoran had never seen a banshee before, so she was very curious about her methods.
Yang Lisha glanced at her, clasped her hands together, and pinched a lotus flower handprint. The soul-cultivating tree was planted from the place where Lin Luoran planted it, and the roots were stripped from the soil. This is the ability to control plants. Yang Lisha's hand seal changed, and the soul-cultivating tree shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, this towering tree with a height of tens of meters turned into a realistic model with complete roots—shrunk to a tree about one foot high Lisa Yang easily held the little tree in her hand.
This too, a spell
Lin Luoran remembered that in the Tongtian Pagoda, the wood spirit patriarch, who had a demonic spirit, pinched Yang Lisha into a smaller size in his hands, and with a breath of air, she fell to the ground again. No matter how wonderful the technique is, it is just the use of some heaven and earth aura energy, like the one used by Zhihe and Yang Lisha, Lin Luoran can't understand the mystery at all.
"Don't be too envious. Anyway, I will go to Penglai some other day. According to the records in the ancient books, there are not only some jade-shaped pupils that record spells, but even immortal spells that cannot be guessed from the lower realms may also be recorded."
Lin Luoran shook his head, "I just want to find a way to shape the Dao foundation for mortals, whether it is spells or fairy arts, as long as you are successful in practice, you will always learn them, don't worry."
Yang Lisha was in a good mood after getting the Soul Cultivation Wood. After thinking for a while, she told the truth, "Where did you hear that there is a way for mortals to build Taoist foundations in Penglai Fairy Mountain? If there is no way, wouldn't you risk your life for nothing?"
Lin Luoran was dumbfounded. When she first saw the records in "Nine Provinces Strange Records", she was skeptical. It was only because the records in Dongting Dragon Palace were true that she became convinced of this travelogue.
If, if Penglai doesn't have a way to make mortals build Daoist foundations, what should she do
Seeing her changing expression, Yang Lisha sighed and put a green light bead between her eyebrows.
"Regardless of whether there is something you are looking for in Penglai Xianshan, our three agreements have been officially completed. This is the entrance to Penglai Xianshan. If I cheat a little bit, I will willingly suffer from the punishment of heaven and thunder."
Practitioners, whether they are monks or monsters, all vows should be in the sky. In this regard, Yang Lisha really doesn't need to curse herself. After checking the memory beads, Lin Luoran nodded with certainty.
If you don't go to the intersection, who knows what everyone will face in the next second of fate
Penglai Xianshan, she is going to go anyway, so that she is not in vain for her children, and she has also fought for her mother's fate.
The three agreements with the banshee were completed, she got the news from Penglai, and the banshee got the soul-cultivating wood, neither of them had the intention to stay in this barren mountain, Yang Lisha turned away in fog, and Lin Luoran also returned to Rongcheng in Xiaojin.
It was only eight o'clock when we got home, and Lin's mother had long been used to her daughter's elusiveness, she bought a pair of bowls and chopsticks out of nowhere, and beckoned her to have breakfast.
Rong Dong Linshang was recuperating at home, and Lin's mother let little sister Rong take leave. Lin's mother cooked this mung bean porridge herself, and Lin Luoran drank two bowls in a row. After so many years, drinking the porridge made by her mother is still the most homely taste. Lin Luoran is very greedy, she wants to drink it all the time, so that the family will live and die together and never be separated.
Only two disciples of the Lin family knew the truth, and Lin Luoran hadn't found a chance to tell Lin's father and Lin's mother her plan.
She is a cautious person, and she is afraid that her trip will be delayed for several years and her return date will be uncertain. A large number of jade boxes ordered by Fatty Cui a few years ago finally have a place to use now.
Picking out some mature spiritual herbs of various kinds in the space, Lin Luoran filled more than one hundred jade boxes to the brim. Thousands of years of ginseng must be there, and hundreds of years of poria cocos is not enough to fit into the jade box. It is an elixir for prolonging life and prolonging life. It can not only make alchemy, but also extend life at critical moments. What if the jade box is not enough? She exchanged the pills for several storage bags from the special department, and simply packed the less expensive spiritual herbs in bags and sealed them up.
Divide these elixir medicines into two parts and hand them over to Yuan Ye and Zeng Tian's two disciples for safekeeping. Lin Luoran gave Yuan Ye both the alchemy formula and the second-grade alchemy furnace.
"Master..." Yuan Ye's heart was heavy, and he always had the feeling that Lin Luoran was confessing his funeral. Putting aside this unlucky thought, Yuan Ye's mood was also not relaxed.
"When you come back as a teacher, you have to refine a few batches of pills."
Lin Luoran's hemorrhage this time, although he had a plan in case he needed it from time to time, it is also true that he wanted Yuan Ye to take the opportunity to practice alchemy. She pulled out the two-acre medicine garden to the point where Yuan Ye stared at the bundles of various spirit herbs and medicines in the storage bag, her eyes widened and she was speechless.
He has always known that Master is good at cultivating spiritual herbs, but he never thought that he would keep such a large amount of "wealth". Master's cultivation in the alchemy stage.
Money touches people's hearts, Yuan Ye calmed down, and secretly warned himself that he must be more cautious when using this batch of spiritual herbs in the future.
Lin Luoran thought for a while, and then passed the "General Outline of the Sword" to Zeng Tian.
This kid is obsessed with swordsmanship, he has a bit of eyesight, and he can see the extraordinaryness of Zong Gang. Lin Luoran secretly told him that this was the general outline of Shushan's lost traditions. Zeng Tian followed in the footsteps of his elder brother, and his eyes were protruding. How much good stock does his young master still have!
"Don't be too happy. As a teacher, I hope you will never use it. Listen, if I haven't come back after ten years, if the Lin family is in danger, you can give this complete Shushan sword outline to Wen Guanjing, Let Shushan protect you once, and retreat to the Dragon Palace!"
Zeng Tian Nuonuo, "Master, with your cultivation base, you are not sure about going to Penglai?"
Why don't you come back for more than ten years
Lin Luoran thought for a while, "You are also a practitioner. You should know that there are countless Chinese legends, and there are some half-truths and half-truths that you have to believe. There is a woodcutter watching chess in the mountains. When the chess game is over, the wooden handle of his ax is gone. It’s rotten, how long have you been playing this game of chess? There are also young children who meet immortals, and when they go down the mountain again, the partners who played with them in the past are all gray-haired, but his appearance has not changed. Penglai has been passed down since ancient times. Immortal, I was thinking to myself, people in the world say that one day in the sky is one year in the world, if I delay for a few days, what should I do to make you worry in vain?"
What Lin Luoran said made sense, but Zeng Tian was skeptical.
Lin Luoran found a gap to send the spells in the foundation building period and the knowledge taught by Fairy Bai into Lin Luodong's mind, including several formations that she had figured out the efficacy of.
After she made many pills and placed them in the Dragon Palace, and sealed up tens of thousands of catties of rice grown in the space in the Dragon Palace, it was already mid-October. Everyone was here during the Mid-Autumn Festival this year. Lin Luoran made a toast, Only then did I express my desire to travel far.
The fat crabs on the table suddenly became boring. Except for Yuan Ye, Zeng Tian and Lin Luodong, the family members and friends who heard that she was going to Penglai for the first time all felt inappropriate while being shocked.
"Xiao Ran, that's the fairy mountain in the legend, how can we mortals go there?" Mother Lin didn't know why Lin Luoran went to Penglai, so she subconsciously dissuaded her.
Cui Wanlu is a fine person, her eyes rolled around, knowing that everyone didn't want her master to go, she acted like a baby and said that she hadn't practiced Qi into her body yet, how could the master not care about it.
Lin Luoran picked her up, "You little liar, I said I would teach you a few days ago, who pestered Luodong to pass on her formulas?"
Cui Wanlu revealed the truth, so she hid beside her father, Fatty Cui, in shame.
Li Xi'er didn't know about Lichou, so he picked up a crab carelessly, peeled it and said, "Senior sister, take me this time?"
Lin Luoran shook his head, "You can't do it with a low cultivation base. If I were you, I would be so ashamed that I would retreat at home."
Speaking of which, Li Xi'er swept around, except for Lin Luoran, she was the one with the highest cultivation level present, why couldn't she make a move? She was still not convinced at first, but suddenly said with a bitter face, "I really can't go. My master is in retreat recently, and he probably needs to build a foundation. If no one talks to him, Lao Xi's psychological quality will be difficult."
The master built the foundation later than the disciples. This is not something to be proud of. Li Xier took it for granted, and everyone couldn't help laughing.