Fang Xiu held a green pill in front of his eyes. Through the light green pill, he could see the shadow of the hall behind him. In addition, there were two pieces of talisman paper on Fang Xiu's desk. This was Fang Xiu's first attempt to use alchemy to make alchemical items. Fang Xiu did not have an alchemy table, so he could only make the simplest one-time alchemical items. This pill was made of the resin of the dead tree used by Fang Xiu, and the spell structure of the basic body transformation technique was imprinted into it. The talisman paper was the same, with the sap of the dead tree as the carrier of the spell structure, but the pill was used to transform the body, while the talisman paper was used to heal injuries. As long as the pill was swallowed, the basic body transformation technique that was originally set would be activated, adjusting the body to the current limit state that could be adjusted. Of course, this was for humans. Fang Xiu could not guarantee what would happen to other animals after taking it. "The longevity pill, if you take it, you can get rid of all diseases and prolong your life!" "The rejuvenation charm, if you swallow it, you can heal serious injuries!" Although the longevity pill and the rejuvenation charm are two different magic creations, they are different ways of using the basic body transformation technique. This also means that Fang Xiu has the ability to create extraordinary items from now on. Fang Xiu took a box and put the remaining longevity pill and two rejuvenation charms into it, and then slowly stood up from the sofa. At this time, you can see that Fang Xiu is a little shaky even when walking. This is the result of the basic body transformation technique making fine adjustments to the body. Fang Xiu did not change his appearance, but only adjusted his skeleton, height, arm length and leg length, as well as muscle strength and reaction speed. Fang Xiu, who was originally only an average body, felt that his body was gradually developing in the direction of surpassing professional athletes. Within three days, Fang Xiu felt like he was being slowly stretched like a piece of plasticine, and his bones felt sore and numb, and his skin was like a snake shedding its skin, constantly shedding dead skin and exuding grease and dirt. His appetite also became several times higher than before. According to Fang Xiu's estimation, this duration should last at least two more weeks. Fang Xiu has been figuring out how to make the longevity pill and the rejuvenation charm based on the changes and effects of his own body. If he has more cases, Fang Xiu estimates that he is likely to explore more methods for using basic body modification. "The effect of people who take the longevity pill should be similar to mine. I will go and see the comparison with mine and record the effects of the pill. It is also important information for studying and exploring basic body modification." Fang Xiu walked down to the basement slowly and placed the box on the top shelf, together with the Hand of Giant Strength and the Face of the Fraudster Clown. —————- The gate of Sanyang Temple was closed. Compared with the previous prosperous incense and the pilgrims, it seemed deserted. Since the grand three-day and three-night fasting and offering ceremony ended, the Taoist priests of Sanyang Temple have never been seen going down the mountain. In particular, the master of Sanyang Temple, Taoist Qingyun, has been meditating and chanting in the large collective quiet room behind the Taoist temple, chanting Huangting in silence, as if completely isolated from the mundane world, even his own disciples and apprentices. The quiet room is more than 100 square meters wide, with an antique wooden floor. There were originally various landscape paintings and celebrity calligraphy hanging around, but now all of them have been removed, not even the screens are left. Only the Taoist scriptures on the walls and the portrait of the founder Chongyunzi hanging on the incense table in the main hall are left. Even if the disciples who delivered the vegetarian meal went in, they could only see the back of the master, Taoist Qingyun. "The master of the temple has been stimulated, right?" A middle-aged Taoist priest dispatched by the Religious Affairs Bureau said with a bit of gloating in his voice. "How many days has it been? He has never come out. If it weren't for the food being delivered every day, I would have thought..." The previous ritual activities of fasting and offering sacrifices did not happen, which disappointed the Taoists who were transferred here through connections. In addition, they did not get anything from the so-called Sanyang Temple Taoist Canon. After several investigations, they found that this was just an ordinary small Taoist temple. Many people have already decided to leave. "The master's appetite has become so big recently. He has eaten the amount of food that several of us have eaten!" This is a disciple who has been taught by Taoist Master Qingyun for many years. "Master, what's wrong with this?" Huan Chen was originally just a temporary worker hired by Sanyang Temple to deal with pilgrims, but he was transferred to become a formal disciple of Sanyang Temple before. At this moment, facing this situation, he also felt worried. "Squeak!" Everyone was talking outside the door of the quiet room in the backyard. At this moment, the door of the quiet room slowly opened, and they saw that the master of the temple, Taoist Master Qingyun, who they were talking about, finally gave up the nearly 20-day retreat and chanting, and walked out of the door. However, all the people present turned their heads to Taoist Qingyun. In an instant, the voices of discussion disappeared. Moreover, every disciple who saw Taoist Qingyun had an expression of shock and surprise on his face. "Who is this?" "Master... Master?" A disciple finally showed a horrified expression on his face, and his voice became trembling. "Master? How could it be... Master, what are you doing?" After hearing his words, the others burst into shock one after another, and everyone's face was filled with disbelief. "How could it be! This is... Master?" Huan Chen was worrying about the health of the master with his fellow disciples. At this moment, he found that everyone had quieted down and looked behind him. He immediately turned his head to look over. He saw a Taoist priest with thick black hair and a long black beard walking out of the quiet room. He was wearing a white short coat that he wore for meditation. His face was white and his skin was as white as a baby's. He was tall and strong, and even when he was standing still, he showed a sense of strength, like an old ape in the forest, or a smart leopard cat. He looked no older than 30 years old, and his eyes were bright and full of wisdom and vicissitudes. "Guan... Guan... Master?" It took Huan Chen a long time to find a trace of their old master in this Taoist who looked tall and extraordinary. He stared at the master, Taoist Qingyun, like a wooden chicken. His chest went from stable to violent ups and downs, and his eyes went from disbelief to shock, and finally to fanaticism. Huan Chen suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement surge from his chest, and the whole person stared at Taoist Qingyun's face. For the first time, he felt the meaning and power of the so-called cultivation and immortality. "This is cultivation... This is magic!" "This is it!" "Immortality!" Although Huan Chen didn't say it out loud, he was screaming hysterically in his heart. The others present were more excited than Huan Chen, and no one could remain calm in this situation. "Really... there really is a way to practice cultivation!" "Can you really live forever?" "Can people really cultivate to become immortals?" Everyone was roaring in their hearts, their pupils fixed on the master Qingyun, as if they could see a thick flame burning. This was the real reality of rejuvenation in front of them, and the other party, like them before, was just an ordinary person, an old man who had become old and waiting for death under the grinding of time. It was Taoist Qingyun who came out, and at this moment he was like a different person from the previous one with white hair and hunched body. If it weren't for his disciples who accompanied him day and night, I'm afraid no one present would have recognized him. Unlike the shock and excitement of the disciples, his face was full of tranquility and peace. The combination of his young face and wise and vicissitudes of life showed a sense of conflict and shock. At this moment, he was standing tall and proud at the door. He exuded a sense of transcendence when he stood there. The wind in the courtyard blew through the fallen leaves, and his scattered black hair danced in the wind like silk. In the early summer afternoon, cicadas kept chirping, and he closed his eyes as if listening to the sound of nature. Taoist Qingyun stretched out his hand, closed his eyes, and took a fallen leaf that fell in front of him. His white and red fingers pinched the green tender leaf and sighed softly: "What a pity!" "The time has not come yet!"