Satisfied with putting things away, Zheng Zheng picked up "Alchemy Essay" and read it with taste. Most of these records record the monk's alchemy experience during his lifetime, although he can't understand it many times, but he still benefits a lot from the occasional comprehension.

Time passed minute by minute, and before I knew it, it had been nine days and nine nights. Zheng Zheng finally woke up from the ocean of knowledge, and then sat for a whole month to absorb and merge through, and finally decided to start alchemy.

Sitting there cross-legged, I had to adjust my spirit to the most servant state.

Zifu Yuanying also posed in the dantian with five qi towards the yuan, exhaling and breathing, swallowing and exhaling, containing the truth of the fantasy world. The Qingtian Treasure Seal began to operate, and a steady stream of true elements traveled along the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

"Hmph. Zheng Zheng suddenly let out a painful scream from his mouth, and his hands tightly covered his eyebrows. The blue-eyed three-flower pupils opened on their own, and golden blood kept oozing from them, coupled with a hideous and painful expression, it looked extremely terrifying.

Soon, the three-flower pupil disappeared and turned into a golden "swastika" symbol.

It rotates at the center of the eyebrows, keeps flying out of all kinds of strange characters, now look closely, it is very similar to the six-character mantra of Buddhism, the whole stone house is filled with thick sandalwood, there is a faint appearance of all beings in the void, the eight heavenly dragons are angry and majestic, the golden body of the eighteen arhats is solemn and solemn, the five hundred monks each hold the supreme Dharma instrument of the Buddhist gate, and the eighty-four thousand monks are chanting in unison, the sound is like a beam, and the initiation is initiated.

Zheng Zheng's painful expression gradually eased and slowly calmed down.

He was coated with a layer of gold powder on his face, and the outline changed slightly, but he became a square head and big ears, and his virtue was solemn.

The "swastika" symbol finally stopped rotating, and Zheng Zheng woke up leisurely. His eyes looked straight at the bottom of the stone house, thinking carefully about what had just happened, and his face showed a strange expression.

What's going on?

After thinking about it, the problem should be on the bowl bone lid, and I took it out and looked at it for a long time, but I still didn't find anything special. I couldn't help but sigh, what a hell of a life.

Zheng Zheng unexpectedly found that he was not angry, he was not angry, and even his mood was unwavering, as if this thing should have happened.

Not good!

Zheng Zheng was suddenly shocked in his heart, and once again operated the Thirty-six Weeks of the Qingtian Treasure Seal, which was no different from the past, but his cultivation had improved a little. The only difference is that his own blue blood seeps into the pale gold. And he also found that the two clouds of white gas that had been hidden in his abdomen also had a rendered posture.

After pondering for a moment, he decided to escape into the Linglong Pagoda.

The flower girls gathered around, looked at Zheng Zheng's image, and couldn't help giggling and laughing: "Young master, you are not a witch, you are not a flower envoy, but you plan to be a monk?"

Zheng Zheng smiled bitterly: "I haven't shaved my degree, I don't have a precept on my head, and I haven't converted to Buddhism, where can I see that I am going to be a monk?"

Poppy and Demon Butterfly circled Zheng Zheng inside and out several times, and then said in amazement: "It's really weird, it's obviously the same person, why is there such a big difference in temperament?

Zheng Zheng's heart moved, and he said eagerly: "Do I really look like a monk?"

The flower girls nodded in unison, and Mei Hong smiled and said, "The whole temperament is very similar." ”

Zheng Zheng fell into deep thought, and vaguely understood a little.

The bowl bone cover and the blue flame should be a kind of magic weapon of Buddhism, which carries the imprint and inheritance of Buddhism, without special treatment, it can subtly change itself, maybe if after the New Year, there will be one less god-killing scourge in the world, and one more Buddhist monk. This also explains what happened in Zheng Zheng's dream after he fell into a coma. If you want to become normal, you can only expel the blue flame and seal the bowl and bone bowl.

Thinking of this, he sat down without hesitation.

But half an hour later, Zheng Zheng, who was full of frustration, stopped working uselessly. Because he found that the blue flame had been completely integrated into the spirit and divine thoughts, if he wanted to expel it, he would have to shatter the spiritual consciousness sea, so it would be strange if he hadn't completely become a fool.

Since it can't be done, I can only isolate it.

This process is painful, but it is still acceptable compared to moisturizing things and becoming a monk silently.

It took more than half a year, Zheng Zheng's divine soul was tortured, especially when the exercises were run to the spiritual platform, the blood and magic power carried by the three flower pupils were in a fierce confrontation with the seal of Buddhism, completely turning this place into a main battlefield, and every inch of land must be fought and killed.

In the end, Sanhua Hitomi had a certain upper hand, and the demon bloodline became dominant. But the seal of Buddhism can also become a controller at some point. At the same time, Zhihaili also compresses the blue flame to a certain corner, as long as it is not too stimulating, it will not get out of control, and it can also use some Buddhist magical powers unexpectedly. And after this period of tempering, the entire sea of knowledge has been broadened a lot, and the spiritual will is a little stronger.

When he finished his work, the flower girls gathered around him as soon as possible.

After looking at it, Demon Butterfly said with a smile: "This is the young master we are familiar with." ”

Zheng Zheng smiled, but his eyes were a little dazed.

Because he found that this matter was far from being as simple as it seemed, and it was not something that a Buddha could solve.

Yingri, who has rarely taken the initiative to speak, rarely took the initiative to speak, and his voice was like spring rain, warming people's hearts: "Young master, don't think too much about everything, everything goes naturally, this is the way between heaven and earth." ”

A word woke up the person in the dream, Zheng Zheng couldn't help but smile dumbly: "Sure enough, it's a bystander, I'm in the picture." ”

Mei Xiao shouted: "Oh, the young master's appearance is normal, but how can he still speak like a monk." ”

Zheng Zheng: "......"

Leaving the pagoda space, Zheng Zheng decided to start acting according to the set goal.

That's alchemy.

Things did not change smoothly because of this episode, and the road to alchemy was still full of twists and turns. After all, the reason is that he is not proficient in the control of Xuanyang Ding and lacks experience in refining higher first-order pills. The former can be overcome slowly after a while, but it takes a long time to settle down, and it takes an epiphany, which becomes a bit difficult.

Fortunately, no matter what, Zheng Zheng was not discouraged.

Fail, fail again, pour out the dregs, learn from experience, wipe your sleeves, and start all over again.

Slowly, the level of alchemy improved, the control skills became more and more proficient, and the attributes of Xuanyang Ding were also excavated step by step. During this period, some of the records on the alchemy essay helped him a lot.

Finally, Zheng Zheng began to try to refine the Yiling Dacheng Pill.

This is the elixir used by the main cultivation of the Yuanying, the Transformation of the Gods, the Refining of the Void, and the Mahayana Rank, and its speed of gathering spirits is far from being comparable to the elixir refined before, and this is also the first time Zheng Zheng has tried to refine such a high-level elixir.