Li Chuyi read "Qiankun Hundred Things" and put it on the bookshelf, and knew that this kind of rice paper was called "Wanzai Xuan", which had existed since ancient times, and I don't know who invented it, the materials were extremely exquisite, and the formula was already close

This kind of rice paper is known as immortal, and it can retain the mana fluctuations of the person who wrote, especially the collections such as the Danfang atlas, and leave its own mana fluctuations when writing on this kind of paper, so that future generations can more clearly understand when to use what strength, when to use what heat. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today, most of the human world is recorded with jade slips, although the amount of information that can be contained is larger and it is extremely convenient to carry, but it needs to consume the mana left in the jade slips in order to maintain the information. Once the mana is exhausted, then the jade will be blank again, and the information inside will dissipate and it will be difficult to recover.

Moreover, reading the jade slip requires the consumption of divine thoughts, and for low-level monks, especially those in the qi training period and the foundation building period, a piece of exercise may exhaust the mind just by reading the beginning, and it is difficult to continue at all, which is why the Taoist priest did not leave him a book jade slip until Li Chuyi married him.

Therefore, even with the existence of such a convenient spiritual object as jade slips, paper scrolls have not been eliminated. Many classics, especially those practiced by low-level monks, are recorded and circulated in the form of scrolls.

It's just that the formula of the ancient Wan Zai Xuan has been lost, and the spirit paper used now is improved by the monks of the past dynasties according to the remnants of Wan Zai Xuan, although it can also retain the mana and keep it incorruptible for a long time, but it is not as miraculous as Wan Zai Xuan.

Wan Zai Xuan is known as immortal for ten thousand years, and as long as it exists for one day, the content recorded on it and the mana imprint left behind will not disappear. And the best quality of the current spirit paper can only last for thousands of years, and it needs to be maintained from time to time, otherwise the mana imprint left on it will become weaker and weaker, and the life of the paper will be greatly shortened.

The formula of Wan Zai Xuan has long been extinct, and even paper is rare. The value of using it to record the texts of the Dharma is several times higher than that of the texts of the same content recorded on spiritual paper. On weekdays, as long as there is a copy, even if it is just an exercise that does not enter the stream, it will sell for a sky-high price.

There are people who spend so much money on such paper scrolls, not for collection, but for research.

Although spirit paper is used a lot, it can be made with a formula, and there are only a few families in the entire human world. Although these families are not super forces, not even first-line forces, their status is quite transcendent. In the past dynasties, the world has fought for hegemony and changed regimes, and they have often only controlled them, and rarely exterminated the clan.

The monk is not a fool, much less a reckless. Understanding the importance of inheritance will naturally not cut off the important medium of inheritance. Destroying these families is a trivial matter, if even this last spirit paper is lost, then the monks in the human world may be several times or even dozens of times less.

Not everyone is a genius, and not everyone has such a high level of understanding. How many people can comprehend the path of cultivation by just relying on ordinary paper to practice the exercises? And just by word of mouth, how many people can be taught to be a master who is tired to death?

The Taoist priest left Li Chuyi's "Wuji Qiankun Dao" on the bookshelf was recorded with this kind of paper. After reading "Qiankun Hundred Things" and putting it on the bookshelf, and "Wuji Qiankun Dao" being put on the bookshelf as a comparison, after several times of evidence, Li Chuyi, who confirmed the authenticity of Wanzaixuan, was indescribably excited, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was almost to the root of his ears.

While chattering with the purple kite about the gold of this paper, Li Chu looked at the content recorded on the paper, and the more he looked at it, the darker his face became.

"Iniquity, iniquity!"

With a loud roar, the purple kite next to him was startled, looking at Li Chuyi's ugly expression of crying and mourning with a dead child, he wondered what kind of nerves this little fat man had, and he was still laughing just now and cried in a blink of an eye.

Li Chuyi didn't speak, just trembled his lips, and his face was distressed.

He had just patronized the rare rice paper, and he didn't have time to read the contents on it. At this time, he carefully flipped through it, looking at the scribbled handwriting on it, as well as the content of these words, he felt distressed and wanted to cut this writer with a sword.

If the blank Wanzai Xuan is properly sealed, it can be preserved for a long time, almost eternal. However, after writing with mana, the spiritual material inside the paper will be changed, and its spirituality will protect the content of the writing and the mana imprint for thousands of years.

The few pieces of paper in front of me were a few Dan prescriptions written with mana. If it is a complete Dan formula, it is just a remnant formula, not even a remnant formula, just a preliminary idea of the new Dan prescription created by the person who wrote it.

To put it bluntly, these priceless rice papers were used as scratch paper, and a lot of writing, painting and painting were written on them, all of which were the ideas and derivations of the person who wrote, which was simply a heartbreaking and tragic thing for Li Chuyi!

"I'll go to your Taoist priest's, don't spend it like this if you have money!

Li Chu was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and his crazy appearance made Zi Kite speechless for a while.

Caressing the rice paper in distress, he carefully put them away. Afraid of damage, he didn't dare to fold it, but rolled it into a paper tube, wrapped it with several layers of rune paper used to make Dao talismans, and applied several layers of protection again and again, before it was put into the storage bag. Still uneasy, he left a small area in the storage bag to place them, whose status was equal to that of the supreme food in Li Chuyi's heart.

After putting away the rice paper, he looked at the stone room that was almost hollowed out, and swept the pen and ink inkstones on the table into the storage bag with a wave of his robe sleeves, and then waved his hand at the purple kite, and walked out with hatred on his face.

Hurriedly came to the stone gate next to him, and used the Yin Yang Dao Eye to find the heart of the formation, Li Chuyi slapped his palm on it without saying a word, and the stone gate trembled slightly, and gently opened a gap as before.

Without hesitation, he pushed open the stone door and walked in, his hurried steps full of urgency.

He couldn't help but hurry. Seeing the big from the small, just looking at this Wan Zai Xuan knows that the owner of this cave is a "big rich man", yes, but he is definitely not a person who cherishes treasures, otherwise he would never use such a precious thing as scratch paper.

Thinking about how many treasures are still being "persecuted", he feels a burst of worry.

Li Chuyi, who has long regarded the treasure of this cave as his own, any damage to any treasure will make him feel pain like a knife cutting meat.

The stone door slowly opened, and the two of them flashed in, and the sight was a huge stone room.

The stone chamber is dozens of zhang wide and the same area as the hall outside, but the height is twice as high as the hall. In the center, a huge Dan furnace sits in it, and the Dan fire under the furnace has long been extinguished, only some ashes are piled up there, and the bottom of the furnace is wrapped like a hill.

The cold Dan furnace was covered with a thin layer of dust, and the patterns on the furnace were intricate, and the spell array was carved all around, and occasionally a trace of brilliance flowed by, showing its extraordinary.

"This stove is about to catch up with the size of the old man of the Hundred Tribulations!" Li Chu was dumbfounded.

He had seen the Dan furnaces of the Hundred Tribulation Daoists, and those huge furnaces could not only be used for alchemy, but also as magic weapons. Although the bigger the better, the complexity of the spell seal circle on the furnace in front of him was almost comparable to the weakest furnaces of the Hundred Tribulation Daoists, and it was obviously definitely not an ordinary treasure.

Walking quickly to the Dan furnace, Li Chuyi wiped his saliva while reaching out to imprint it on the furnace. The law in his hand was silent, and according to the method of controlling the furnace taught by the Hundred Tribulation Daoist, he wanted to accept this precious stove.

Excited by his mana, the patterns on the furnace body flashed, but then it dimmed again, and there was no response.

"Not enough cultivation?"

Li Chuyi was unwilling, urged his whole body to mana, and printed his hands on the furnace body.

This time, the mana infused was more fierce than Fang Cai, and the brilliance of the pattern was also a little brighter, but it was only that, after a flash, it fell silent again, and there was no reaction.

After filming and fighting for a long time, even brute force was used, looking at the huge Dan furnace that was as stable as Mount Tai, Li Chuyi's eyes were full of hatred, and his heart was very helpless.

The treasure is in front of him but he can't get it, this kind of heart-grasping feeling makes Li Chuyi, who regards wealth as his life, almost not go crazy.

Angrily slapped his hand on the Dan furnace, he lowered his head and plunged into the ashes below, and under the surprised gaze of the purple kite, the dog desperately pulled the ashes on the ground like a plowing of the ground.

These ashes are just the residue left over from the burning materials of the Danhuo, and they are of no great use at all.

But Li Chuyi has been cultivated by Taoist priests since he was a child, even if the wind blows around him, he has to grab a handful and leave it, even if he can't get it, he can't take this Dan furnace, so he doesn't dislike this Dan ash.

Take it all, take it all!

It doesn't matter if he's useful or not, take everything he can take away, anyway, he has to scavenge everything clean, and he can't leave a little bit.

Besides, what can be used as fuel for such a large Dan furnace will be burned clean, and the ashes left behind will definitely be different from ordinary furnace ashes, who knows if it will be useful in the future!

So, the purple kite watched speechlessly as the little fat man turned into a coal worker, pouting his ass and digging in a pile of ashes, with an expression as hideous as a miser.

"Don't stand, dig for me!"

Watching the little fat man twist his black face horizontally and vertically, the purple kite took two steps back expressionlessly and twisted his head to the side.

She was afraid that she couldn't help but kick this useless little fat man to death.

"Qinggao!" wiped the snot smoked by the ashes of the furnace, Li Chu pouted, "Tsundere! Purple Kite, do you understand that you are pretentious? I am desperate to support my family, and you are watching from the side, how can you bear it?"

The purple kite raised her eyebrows and glanced at the little fat man coldly.

"If you say one more thing, I will turn you into black ashes, do you believe it?"

"Letter!" Li Chuyi nodded seriously, turned around and continued to gouge, not daring to provoke the beautiful female ghost again.

Good men don't fight with women, and they can't beat her, so admit it, no one sees it anyway.

Li Chuyi secretly slandered, and the dogs under his hands worked a little harder.