With nothing to do, Mo Yan climbed the stone cave again, breathing against the stone wall, and this time he reacted a little. He felt a trace of qi wandering in the dantian, and when he meditated on it, he disappeared again, and inadvertently reappeared, which had never happened before, it seemed that it must be related to taking the turtle armor, since the real medicine can cure the veins, ordinary people may also help to cultivate if they eat it.

For many days, although the turtle nail powder has been taking it, Mo Yan still can't catch the slightest hint of qi. He thought to himself, if there were other real medicines to assist, maybe his aura would not be so weak.

He expressed his intention to collect medicine again to the mother mountain ghost, and was allowed to do so, but they went out two or three times in a row, and only picked some ordinary herbs, and they didn't even see the shadow of the real medicine.

Autumn turned to winter, and it snowed at night, and the mountains were white.

Mo Wan's clothes are thin, but fortunately, he has that leather shoulder to resist the wind and cold, so he doesn't feel cold. Thinking of my father and mother, it has been almost a year since they were separated, and they have not heard from me, so they don't know how anxious they are. If Mr. Xia returned to Dali safely, his mother would definitely be sick if he didn't see the remnant.

Seeing that Mo was depressed, the mother mountain ghost took him out to collect medicine again, while the little mountain ghost stayed in the cave.

This time it was a long walk, setting off early in the morning and walking through the dense forest, and the beasts along the way were curious to avoid the mountain ghosts. At noon, an endless alpine meadow appeared in front of me, and in the distance there was a high mountain peak, covered with snow and mist. The arrow bamboo forest under the mountain covers the sky, and the towering fir pierces the sky, and here is the top of Shennongjia, the main peak of Shennongjia, within a radius of thousands of miles.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, there are many strange rocks between the canyons, the cliffs are craggy, and there are rare birds and beasts such as white snakes, white magpies, white crows and white monkeys in the cuckoo bushes from time to time.

Mo Yan's gaze fell on a thick salt-skinned tree, the old tree was intertwined, the ancient vines were entangled, and the gall was protruding, and it looked like the tree was hundreds of years old. It is recorded in the "Absolute Pulse Strategy" that this tree is very easy to attract and parasitize a rare small insect, stabbing the petiole to form a gall cyst, if there is a gall cyst on the trunk, it is a kind of real medicine to cure the pulse of the bird, called "Hundred Worm Warehouse".

On this old tree, there was a palm-sized gall, Mo Yan hurriedly ran forward to take a closer look, and at this moment, there was a hurried "ho-ho" warning sound from the mother mountain ghost behind him.

Mo was startled, and looked up to catch a glimpse of a beehive the size of a buffalo hanging from the bare canopy, he had to be careful, it was not good to let the bees sting. He looked around for some dry grass and branches, and set a torch, and then the fire sickle was lit, and a puff of smoke came out.

Mo Yan carefully raised the torch high, and the smoke instantly enveloped the hive.

With a "buzz" explosion, countless inch-long and colorful poisonous bees poured out of the nest, but they seemed to be confused by the smoke, and they all flew around like headless flies.

"Ho-ho. "The mother mountain ghost is very happy on the side.

But the good times didn't last long, and the poisonous bees quickly regained consciousness, and after circling in the air twice, they avoided Mo Remnant, who was holding a torch, and pounced on the mother mountain ghost like a swarm.

Seeing this, the face of the ghost of the mother mountain, who was watching the excitement on the sidelines, changed suddenly, screamed and turned around and ran, while the poisonous bees chased after them and gradually moved away, like a large colorful cloud floating on the meadow.

While the poisonous bee had not returned, Mo Yan hurriedly took action, threw down the torch, pulled out the dagger he carried with him, and stabbed it into the bark of the tree hard, slicing off the entire gall and falling heavily in his hand.

The mother mountain ghost jumped and ran as fast as possible, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and those poisonous bees couldn't catch up at all, so they turned around and hurriedly flew back.

Mo Yan heard that the "buzz" was getting closer and closer, and the poisonous bees were attacking him, so he turned around and ran away with the hundred insect warehouse, and fled into a valley in a panic.

The snow in the valley became deeper and deeper, and finally it was almost impossible to move an inch, and at this time the poisonous bees had hovered overhead, but there were no torches in their hands, and Mo Yan thought that this was over, and he would be stung to death if he was not poisoned.

But the strange thing is that those colorful poisonous bees just flew around the top of their heads, and did not attack themselves, and with a turn of his head, he understood that it was probably the leather shoulder worn on his body that worked, since it could ward off mosquitoes, it might also be effective against poisonous bees.

After about a stick of incense, the poisonous bees dispersed. Mo Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he was about to walk back, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a strange plant growing in the crack of the rock under the cliff, about seven or eight feet tall, with a thick brown stem at the wrist, and three huge diamond-shaped leaves at the top, with a black fruit in the middle, shining strangely in the sun.

He remembered that Pharmacist Fu once said that the most magical herb in Shennongjia is "a pearl on the head", also known as "Trillium", which has three diamond-shaped leaves. The tubers under the ground are called "Dzi Zhu", and the fruit on it is called "Dzi", which is so precious that the herb pickers will swallow it immediately when they see it.

Could it be that this is a trillium? As the name suggests, this herb can prolong life. Pharmacist Fu told him that this herb was only about a foot high, but the one in front of him was more than seven or eight feet tall, and the inky black dzi was as big as a fist.

Mo Yan stuffed the Hundred Worm Warehouse into his arms, and then watched quietly, the mother mountain ghost was not around, and he was not willing to take risks easily. After looking at it for a long time, I finally found that the beast guarding the trillium was lying quietly under the herb, and because its coat was snow-white, it blended with the snow, so it was almost impossible to distinguish if I didn't pay attention.

It was a white weasel, the size of a cat, and its blood-red eyes stared at Mo Yan without blinking.

I thought there was some fierce beast, it turned out to be just a little weasel, there are many of these things on the mountain, at most it will be a stinky fart, Mo Yan was finally relieved, so he approached with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

When it was only a few zhang away from the trillium, the white-haired weasel turned its tail and raised its tail, and a puff of white smoke shot out of the anus, and several square meters around the trillium were instantly enveloped, and the air was full of fishy smell. Mo Yan fell headlong on the snow, he struggled to get up, but his body couldn't move.

I didn't expect this white-haired weasel's fart to be so evil, even more powerful than Steward Xue's incense, so I only blamed myself for being too careless. Mo Yan remembered the inscription on the wall of the stone cave, and he didn't understand the sentence "All things have spirits, and they can be achieved over time", but he finally understood it somewhat at this moment. The purpose of the spirit beasts guarding the true medicine is to wait for the medicinal herbs to mature, and they also want to cultivate themselves just like humans, and taking the medicinal herbs that have grown for thousands of years is a shortcut. The life span of a human being is only a few decades, and the beasts are even less, but the maturity of the real medicine is not only thousands of years, these spirit beasts may have to spend dozens of generations waiting, and the hardships and perseverance paid during this period can be imagined.

Mo Yan was lying on the snow, thinking wildly in his head, there was a wheezing sound in his ears, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and a group of wild wolves surrounded him at some point, staring at him fiercely.

After this time, thinking of the guards being divided, Mo Yan couldn't help but gasp, and in a hurry, his breath was retrograde, and his abdomen suddenly let out two "ho-ho" roars, just like mountain ghosts. The wolves took a few steps back when they heard the sound, but then they surrounded them again, and they did not know whether they were afraid of the sound of the mountain ghosts or the poisonous smoke of the white-haired weasels, and they did not pounce for a long time.

"Ho-ho. Mo Yan continued to intimidate them in ventriloquism.

"Ho-ho, ho-ho-ho......" There was a sound in response in the distance, it was the mother mountain ghost calling, and it was getting closer and closer.

Mo Yan was overjoyed in his heart, and after a while, the tall figure of the mother mountain ghost finally appeared, and the wolves scattered in a hurry, disappearing without a trace.

The mother mountain ghost came to his side, and Mo Yan was surprised to find that his forehead was stung by a poisonous bee and several large bags, swollen like steamed buns, and the upturned big nostrils were filled with two locks of grass.

"Poof. The white-haired weasel unleashed poisonous smoke again, but the mother mountain ghost ignored it at all, and was about to turn around and leave with one hand.

"Ho-ho. Mo Yan glanced at the Trillium and whispered, motioning for it to pick the black bead.

The long arm of the mother mountain ghost reached out and grabbed the dzi in his hand, and then took Mo Yan and walked away with a few vertical leaps. Mo Mo glanced back apologetically, although the dzi was taken away, he also left the earth bead, even if it was compensation for the white-haired weasel.

When I returned to the cave, it was almost midnight, and the little mountain ghosts were standing on the cliff with a hungry stomach, and finally saw them returning, and shouted "ho-ho" with joy.

At this moment, the poisonous smoke of the white-haired weasel has been resolved, Mo Yan hurriedly built a bonfire, took off the dried wild boar meat and stewed it in a clay pot, and after a while, the aroma was overflowing, and he was also hungry after a day of running and fright.

Under the moon, Mo Yan rubbed the glittering dzi bead, and his heart was full of joy. The dzi swallowed by the herb picker is only like a pea grain, and his own one is the size of a fist, I am afraid that it has grown for more than a thousand years, and the medicinal power will naturally be extraordinary, but you have to ponder it carefully, and you can't take it blindly.

He took out the worm warehouse again and looked through it, his face was tan, and the skin had a layer of gray-white hairs, and when he reached his ears, he could faintly hear the faint sound of breathing inside. It is said in the "Absolute Pulse Strategy" that there will be many hatched aphids in the ordinary hundred insect warehouse, which are best used for medicine when the gall wall is not broken, and can be scalded in boiling water and dried, and the shell with insects is crushed into medicine. There was only one mutant Gu worm left in the gall tumor of the Hundred Worms of the True Medicine that devoured the other companions, and then lay quietly inside, relying on the parasitic canopy and roots of the salt-skinned wood to absorb the rain and dew of the four seasons and the nutrients underground, and some would not break through the wall until the big tree withered and decayed after thousands of years.

This thing is still in the gall, don't wait until it finds that it has been detached from the salt skin wood, it must be brewed quickly, otherwise the effect of the medicine will be greatly reduced after breaking through the wall.

Mo Yan refilled the clay pot with clean water, placed it on the bonfire and boiled it, and then threw the worm warehouse into it. There was no movement at first, and the big Gu worm probably woke up and felt that the gall wall was getting hotter and hotter, and knew that it was not good, and immediately broke the hole, but it was too late.

After tumbling violently in the boiling water and struggling for hundreds of times, the worm warehouse finally stopped moving.

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