Taoist Baimei took the Qianling Ginseng Grass from Lan Feihong and nodded with satisfaction. This 30-year-old ginseng grass is of excellent color and perfect appearance. It is an excellent spiritual material for refining medicine.

How many Spirit Gathering Qi Pills are produced?

Taoist Baimei was sitting next to the alchemy furnace. Although the alchemy furnace room was only separated by a wall from the utility room where Lan Feihong lived, he rarely entered this room. Only then did he really see the appearance of the alchemy furnace.

This alchemy stove is quite similar to the incense burner. It is one size smaller than the large copper incense burner outside the main hall. It is more like a round tripod, but it has a lid on it and a groove at the bottom that should be used to light the fire and add firewood.

There is a fire outlet on both sides of the furnace to heat the elixir evenly, so that the quality of the elixir can be guaranteed and the elixir will not become useless.

"Other auxiliary medicinal materials have been prepared. In order to ensure the effectiveness of the medicine, I will start to refine the elixir now. There is no need for you to help me here. You can go out first." Taoist Baimei turned around and said: "This elixir refining will take 3721 days.

You're out there watching over the teacher, don't let anyone disturb you."

"Yes." Lan Feihong agreed and closed the door and retreated. He was secretly stunned. Why does the elixir need to be refined for twenty-one days? But since the master said so, he didn't need to ask more and just obeyed.

In the room, Taoist Baimei still sat upright without making any movement. He closed his eyes and rested as if waiting for something. When the sun at noon rose to its highest point, Taoist Baimei opened his eyes, added some firewood to the bottom of the alchemy stove, and then stood alone.

Holding his hands in front of him, he blew out a flame from his mouth to light the firewood, then sat cross-legged, his eyelids slightly drooped, waiting quietly without being impatient...

Now that the master is refining elixirs in seclusion, Lan Feihong has nothing to do. However, he has always been self-disciplined, reading and practicing calligraphy during morning classes, and has not missed reading scriptures. After finishing his chores, he practices the Zhoutian Breathing Technique and the Bodhi Heart Sutra, and is very diligent.

The twenty-one days passed peacefully, and nothing special happened in Ziyang Temple. At noon that day, a fire light came on in the alchemy room. Lan Feihong was shocked and thought it was a fire in the room. He was about to push the door open when the fire light

But it dimmed, and a fresh fragrance that had never been smelled before came out from inside. I could only hear the Taoist Baimei in the room laughing happily: "Haha, it's finally done!"

Squeak!

The door of the alchemy room was pushed open from the inside, and a dense mist came out from the crack in the door. The aroma became stronger. Lan Feihong looked happy. It seemed that the master's alchemy was going smoothly this time, so he went up to meet him. When he saw

Taoist Baimei stepped out of the gate with one foot, raised his hands in congratulations and said, "Congratulations, Master, on your successful release from seclusion!"

"Haha!" Taoist Baimei walked out of the house with a smile. He was a little shabby, but he still couldn't hide his excitement. He held a palm-sized exquisite lacquer box in his hand, in which were placed six red pills the size of longan, faintly

You can see it's still steaming up there.

"Is this the elixir refined by Master?" Lan Feihong stepped forward curiously and asked slightly curiously: "Why are the colors different? Are they not the same elixir?"

Taoist Baimei smiled slightly and explained: "It's the same kind of elixir, but the quality is different."

"What is quality?" Lan Feihong tilted his head and asked.

"I had good luck in refining the elixir this time. There were six elixirs in one furnace and there were no waste elixirs. Two of them are considered to be middle-grade elixirs. The higher the quality, the better the efficacy." Taoist Baimei stretched out the lacquer box in his hand to the orchid.

Feihong pointed to two of the darker pills in front of him and said, "The other four lighter colored pills are lower-grade pills, but the conditions are simple and it is extremely difficult."

After listening to Taoist Baimei's explanation, Lan Feihong realized that there was knowledge about elixirs, which aroused his desire for knowledge.

After putting the six elixirs into the jade bottle, Taoist Baimei went to wash up and put on a new Taoist robe. He called Lan Feihong to him and said, "Master wants to check your cultivation progress. Let's see.

Is it lazy and desolate?”

Lan Feihong was not nervous at all when he heard this. He practiced the exercises given by his master day and night and never slacked off.

"Come, let's demonstrate it to my teacher!" Taoist Baimei said calmly.

Lan Feihong slowly sat cross-legged on the futon, took a deep breath, and let the air flow follow the meridians mentioned in the Zhoutian Breathing Technique for a week and finally sink into the Dantian. When he finished the demonstration, his lower abdomen

The position suddenly flickered, and the cool air mass in his body reappeared, spreading along the meridians to every part of his body, making him shiver.

"Huh?" Taoist Baimei said in surprise, and quickly put one hand on Lan Feihong's lower abdomen, and the other hand held the pulse on his right arm. For a long time, Taoist Baimei opened his mouth slightly, with a shocked look on his face.

He turned to look at his apprentice, his heart beating wildly: "This energy is spiritual power, it can never be wrong!"

"When did you cultivate your spiritual power?" Taoist Baimei asked anxiously after regaining his composure.

"What spiritual power?" Lan Feihong was confused: "Didn't Master say that the energy in my body is true energy?"

Only then did Taoist Baimei realize that his apprentice had initially cultivated spiritual power that could only be controlled by immortal cultivators, but he had never heard of anyone being able to realize the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and inhale it into his body to transform it within two months.

Those who use spiritual power are really evil!

Looking at the child under ten years old in front of him again, Taoist Baimei fell into deep thought, and then finally sighed and said: "Forget it, I will tell you a story!"

Looking at the white-browed Taoist, Lan Feihong faintly felt that his master was a little melancholy. He didn't know why he suddenly became like this, so he could only nodded his head and listened attentively.

Taoist Baimei slowly raised his head and looked at the sky outside the house, as if recalling the past, and slowly said: "Thirty years ago, before I came to this Ziyang Temple as a teacher, I was an ordinary member of a family of cultivators in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Disciple, my real name is Zhou Shuqing. My Zhou family lineage was full of talents in the previous generation. For some reason, in my generation, there are no more talented and blessed people. It is also because I have not made any progress in my skills as a teacher.

He was unable to build the foundation and was exiled by the sect..."

"division…"

Before Lan Feihong finished speaking, Taoist Baimei guessed what he was going to say and interrupted: "Listen to me, Master."

After taking a breath, Taoist Baimei continued: "I am not just a hermit and pure warrior in your eyes, but a...immortal cultivator!" He said the word "immortal cultivator" word by word from his mouth.

, as if it took a lot of energy from him.

"That day, your mother, Lan, came to ask for help and said the word Feihong, so I told her that you were destined to me." Taoist Baimei looked down at Lan Feihong: "I remember that when I was traveling and returning to the sect, I met a tall man.

Man, he made a number of words for me: I spent half my life hiding in the purple sun, new buds appeared on the branches of dead trees, I picked up a baby bird and called it a flying bird, but I didn’t know that the sky was free to fly."

"After I was exiled from the sect, I accidentally came here and built this Ziyang Temple to hide in the mountains." Taoist Baimei sighed, and most of his life's past was summarized in these few sentences.

When I left, I couldn't help but sigh: "Maybe there is God's will in the dark, and my fate as a teacher is not over yet."

How could a child who grew up in the mountains know some of the unfamiliar vocabulary and numerology that Taoist Baimei said? Lan Feihong couldn't understand most of what the master said, and he had never heard of the word "cultivating immortals", so he could only be stunned.

He looked at the white-browed Taoist.

Knowing that his apprentice would not understand, Taoist Baimei led him out of the house, strangled him with one hand, murmured to himself, and spurted out a ball of blazing flames from his mouth, which spontaneously ignited out of thin air. Lan Feihong was frightened by his master's sudden move and fell down.

He sat on the ground, his eyes widened, wondering how Master did it.

After the flames dissipated, Taoist Baimei helped Lan Feihong up and said: "What I cultivate as a master is not true energy, but spiritual power. This is the magical power of those who cultivate immortality."
Chapter completed!