Quiet in the mountains.

Chong Weidao bowed and made a big salute.

This ritual is for the ordained Pharaoh who is nowhere to be seen.

Regardless of the true identity of the other party, for Chong Weidao people, this preaching feeling is tantamount to the grace of recreation.

After a long time, he got up again, collected his thoughts a little, and began to carefully comprehend the words that had just come to his mind.

In general, in addition to the deeds of Ge Tianshi that I had read before, the extra part was a method of eating bait.

The content of the method not only does not include the materials and preparation techniques of the bait, but also includes the corresponding mudra tips, and at the same time, this method also provides an introduction to the Chongwei Taoist.

As early as the time of Liushan, the Qingjing Mountain people had already implicitly expressed that the perception of the aura of heaven and earth was relatively slow.

If they can't mobilize their spiritual energy, they can't mix the vitality and spiritual charm into the bait, and they can't let the bait complete the transformation of the soul, and in the end it will only be a pot of ordinary medicinal soup mixed with various ordinary ingredients. But through this introduction, he was able to perceive and use the dragon qi of national fortune condensed in himself, and use it to mobilize the aura around him. It's like getting a token out of thin air, although Chong Weidao people can't directly control the aura, they can indirectly achieve the control of the aura with the token.

This form is somewhat similar to the conferral of the main one. Chong Weidao suddenly remembered the dragon court that the old man had mentioned before leaving, "Only when a priest is conferred can he become a celestial cao, and then he can ask the gods for protection, and only through this introduction can he perceive the dragon qi of the country's fortune, and then realize the mobilization and ......control of the aura."

A few thoughts flashed through Chong Weidao's heart.

He pondered for a long time, but in the end he could not come to an accurate conclusion, and finally gave up thinking and turned his attention to the soup recipe provided by the Dharma.

There are only three recipes covered in this method.

Jin Lian Long Yuan Soup, solid foundation Peiyuan, solid internal foundation.

The flow of life is dispersed, the pulse is dredged and the ventilation is channeled, and the internal system is guided.

Yang Qiong burns bone ointment, strengthens blood and muscles, gathers yang and dispels evil.

Among them, the first soup is the pot of milky liquid that Chong Weidao just drank.

It stands to reason that it should be pure gold under normal circumstances.

But perhaps the old man considered that the Chongwei Dao man himself was only a mortal physique, or perhaps the quality of the raw materials used to cook the soup recipe was too ordinary, and its medicinal effect was reduced by several grades, and the color finally changed to milky white.

"Consolidate the foundation and strengthen the inner foundation, this is indeed a soup recipe that is very suitable for my current situation," Chong Weidaoren muttered in a low voice, he looked at his hands, and then closed his eyes to feel the introduction, his heart was full of agitation, and he couldn't wait to rush back to Yi Yuanguan now and cook a Bailian Dragon Yuan soup himself—that's right, his current level may only reach this lowest level.

Chong Weidao continued to stay in place for a while, and only when the warm current on his body dissipated completely, did he set off again.

As he walked, he visibly felt much more relaxed than before—at least the old injury to his right knee from his early years had not flare-up, and he felt a tingling pain from time to time.

The journey, which used to take three hours, has been shortened to one and a half hours.

Looking at the familiar Taoist temple building in front of him, Chong Weidao's heart was slightly relieved, and the look on his face couldn't help but soothe.

"Knock knock—"

He knocked on the closed door of the temple.

After waiting for a while, a young man's voice came from inside the Taoist temple: "The master of the temple is out, the Taoist temple is closed, please go back and come back another day." ”

"Mingshan, it's me, I'm back. Chong Weidao replied loudly.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind the door.

Immediately afterward, the door creaked and slowly opened inward.

"Master, you're back!" a young man of about fifteen years old exclaimed in surprise, and behind him were four other little Taoist boys, all about six years old, who were lined up and looked out of the door with sparkling eyes.

One of the little Taoist boys with red lips and white teeth was very puzzled: "Master, what about Senior Brother Mingsong and Senior Brother Mingxi, why didn't you see the figures of the two of them?"

As he spoke, the little Taoist boy turned his little head and looked behind Chong Weidaoren, thinking that Ming Song and Ming Xi were deliberately avoiding them and playing with them—this kind of thing often happened around this group of little guys.

A hint of gloom flashed across Mingshan's face.

The elder brother in his most contemplative view was basically cultivated by Chong Weidao as the next contemplator.

In fact, when Chong Weidao people act, they usually talk to him or even ask for advice.

This time outing, Ming Song may be a vulgar thing, he is also one of the people in the know, but ......

"Master, where did Mingxi go?" Mingshan had a bad premonition in his heart, he especially favored this kind and simple little junior brother, if the other party also left like Mingsong, then his mood would not be as relaxed as when he learned that Mingsong was leaving.

Chong Wei Daoist did not miss the expression on the faces of the group of disciples in front of him, he selectively skimmed over the fact that Ming Song was still vulgar, but avoided the important and said about the other disciple lightly: "Ming Xi is in the Liushan area right now, and he will practice under the seat of that Pure Dao Master in the future." ”

"Ahh

Mingshan couldn't help but say, "That...... Is Mingxi still Yi Yuanguan's junior brother?"

Chong Wei Daoist did not answer positively: "Inheritance is inheritance, but friendship will not become different because of the difference in Dao veins, if there is a chance, I will take you to Liushan to visit him." ”

The Qingjing Mountain Man did not let Mingxi and Yi Yuanguan break off the master-apprentice relationship, but Chongwei Daoren deliberately separated you and me, he didn't want to let the food qi pulse have a bad heart because of his own attachment, and then affect Mingxi's teachings - even if the other party may not care.

When the four little dao boys heard this, they immediately cheered in unison.

They were naturally happy to hear that they were able to go out of the mountain and find their little brothers to play with.

But Mingshan heard his master's voice, and his expression couldn't help but be a little dazed.

Chong Wei Daoist looked at the expression of the eldest disciple in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything in the end, but sent the little radish heads elsewhere, and he took Mingshan to the inner view.

The history of Yi Yuanguan can be traced back to 80 years ago, by a Taoist priest in order to escape the war, its area is not large, but it is not small, in addition to the main hall of the three Qing Daozun, and the side hall of the Taiyi Tianzun, there is a Dan room, two quiet rooms, eight squatter rooms and several other houses for life.

Among them, the dormitory is the daily living place of the people, the meditation room is used for the disciples to repent and introspect and do their homework, and the Dan room is built for the Chongwei Taoist people, which is used for the study of soup recipes and healthy meals.

At this moment, Chong Weidao and Mingshan came to the Dan room.

"Min Qianzi, Rehmannia Rehmannia, Ginger Shenghua, Luting Root, Ginseng, Pipa Keel ......" As soon as Chong Weidao entered the Dan room, he immediately reported the names of more than ten medicinal materials, let Mingshan deal with them and send them to his hands, and at the same time collect dry firewood, set up a boiler, and preheat the subsequent boiling fire.

Mingshan is unknown.

He still had too many questions to ask in his mind, but when the master's dense and complicated orders were conveyed, he had to deal with them.

Chong Weidao people often make medicinal food.

Mingshan has been with him since he was a child, and he often participates as an assistant, and the tacit understanding between the two is very high, even if the two of them are busy like butterflies wearing flowers in the Danfang at the moment, they have not made the slightest mistake.

About a quarter of an hour later.

The bottom of the boiler had been burned red, and various medicinal herbs were neatly arranged on the side.

Everything is ready to go.

Mingshan stood aside, temporarily putting aside his previous doubts, his eyes wandering on various medicinal materials, and at the same time, his brain was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't think of which soup recipe these medicinal materials matched.

His eyes suddenly lit up: "Master, have you found a new recipe?"

"Sort of, you stand by and watch, don't come close. Chong Weidaoren replied briefly, then took a long breath and slowly closed his eyes to trigger the introduction hidden in his body.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth seemed to have countless golden air currents.

It is not light, nor ethereal, but carries an indescribable heaviness and majesty.

Chong Weidao found that the golden air flow wrapped around him was particularly thick, and his expression was a little surprised, he didn't expect that he could have such a rich golden air flow.

Could it be because there are more high-ranking officials and nobles in contact?

As mentioned before, Chongwei Taoist people are proficient in pharmacology, and they are Taoist masters, so they are very sought after, among which there are many dignitaries and nobles, and the Fangxing Town outside the mountains and forests is the best proof.

Over the years, Chongweidao people have prepared health medicinal diets for them, which has played a more or less positive role in their health and longevity.

It is not impossible to gather these golden currents because of this.

Chong Weidao people thought about it and finally could only get this slightly reliable answer.

He was silent for a moment, then came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and the thought in his heart rose, and the "credential" in his body immediately moved.

The next moment, Chong Wei Daoist immediately noticed a few strands of golden air flowing around his body, and suddenly fled towards the sky above his head, and then he sensed that there were gradually a few more wisps of cool aura around his body.

He knew that this was the so-called heaven and earth aura.

He did not hesitate, and directly made a strange mudra as recorded in the Dharma.

In an instant, those wisps of cool breath suddenly merged into the medicinal herbs.

At the same time, the golden air currents that were wrapped around the Chongwei Dao people once again escaped a few threads, but they did not return to heaven and earth, but attached to the boiler to form several mysterious runes.

Mingshan next to him suddenly changed his expression.

He looked around suspiciously, but saw that nothing unusual had happened.

The only abnormality is probably the Chong Weidao person on the field, who is meditating with his eyes closed, and pinching the seal with his hands, he is really ...... It's not that it's weird, it's just that my master has never done this before.

Just when the doubts on Mingshan's face became more and more intense, suddenly, those medicinal herbs on the side of the road seemed to have grown legs and feet, and they jumped into the boiler one by one.

What's even more unbelievable is that the originally ordinary boiler has pale gold lines on its surface.

The majesty of these lines inexplicably made him a little breathless, and even more so that he couldn't look directly at the boiler that had been used countless times.

Mingshan couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"What's going on......" He didn't dare to make a sound to disturb the master who was obviously at a critical juncture, he only dared to shrink in the corner of the Dan room and muttered to himself, he looked at the fantasy scene on the field, and thought in his heart, "Could it be that the master has been disguising himself all along, he is actually an unborn master?"

But why is there a sudden showdown today?

Mingshan's heart began to pound.

The master didn't drive himself away when refining the decoction, was it because he valued himself and planned to pass on his mantle!

I have to say that Mingshan's guess has some truth.

Chong Weidao is not a narrow-minded person, and Mingshan has grown up beside him since he was a child, and he is very relieved of his big disciple's heart.

Mingshan is not only responsible, able to keep his mouth shut, but also pure and kind, and flexible.

He was relieved to pass on the secret.

Of course, he summoned Mingshan to his side and let him watch him refine the soup and bait, and there was another purpose - the moment the aura gathered just now, Mingshan's expression obviously changed.

A thought flashed through the speed of light in Chong Weidao's heart.

But soon he regained his mind and turned his full attention to the boiler in front of him.

Time passes.

All the herbs have fallen into the boiler.

The lines on the surface of the boiler are becoming more and more dazzling, and the medicinal mist floating above it is like a wisp of smoke, mixed with a little light inside, with an intoxicating aroma and spiritual charm.

Mingshan didn't care about thinking about the true identity of Chong Weidao at the moment, his two eyes stared at the boiling milky white decoction, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

He was breathing heavily.

Just when he couldn't control his steps, Mingshan suddenly closed his eyes and began to chant the Qingjing Sutra in a low voice.

After he had finished reading it twice, the fragrance in the air finally faded.

When he opened his eyes, he found that his master had finished refining this pot of soup medicine, and all the essence was locked in the thick soup.

Chong Weidaoren scooped a spoonful and tasted it.

After making sure that there was no difference, he smiled, took five bowls from the side, lined them up, and poured different doses of milky white soup into them.

After doing this, he looked at Mingshan: "Bailian Dragon Yuan Soup, nourishing food bait, you drink this big bowl, and give four bowls of small ones to those little guys, remember to help them dilute it with mountain spring water and take it in three times." ”

Mingshan nodded, but did not act immediately, his face was still full of confusion and puzzlement.

Chong Weidaoren smiled: "After delivering the decoction, you go to the quiet room with me, I have something to tell you." ”

Mingshan's eyes lit up.

......

......

There is no time in the mountains.

Seven days passed.

In these seven days, Chong Weidao explained the ins and outs to Mingshan, which gave him a new understanding of this world.

At the same time, he also asked the other party if he was willing to go to the Qingjing Mountain to practice the method of eating qi like Mingxi, but Mingshan firmly refused, he explained that Xi could not choose on his own but he could make a judgment for himself, he just wanted to stay in Yi Yuanguan.

Chong Weidao did not refuse.

Mingshan himself has qualifications, and he can completely let the other party cultivate a sense of qi through life and dispersion, and then reach the level of absorbing aura for his own use.

In this way, even if Mingshan didn't have the introduction in his body, he would be able to try to refine the three decoctions in the method, and Yi Yuanguan could be regarded as the one who had found the inheritance.

It's just that without the artifact runes made of golden air currents to help, Mingshan may encounter more resistance, and at that time, he can only rely on unremitting efforts and his own talent.

Chong Weidao people are now a little troubled by another thing.

That is, the more you use the golden airflow, the less you use it.

Chong Weidao had some vague understanding in his heart.

Unlike the Food-Qi lineage, his cultivation is not about being born, but about entering the world.