Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

The night is dark and windy.

Inside the courtyard.

The lights in Zhou Dao's house were still on, and the dim candlelight stretched the shadows and swayed on the window paper.

"Let's see what kind of surprises there will be this time."

Zhou Dao took out the corpses of the parasites from the treasure bag of green pans.

This is a mid-level evil monster, and in terms of rank, it is still above the leader.

"Sacrifice!"

Zhou Dao flicked his fingers, and a drop of Blood Essence stretched out and landed on the parasite's corpse.

Sacrifice parasites and get a pound of Lingya Rice as a reward

A mechanical voice resounded in Zhou Dao's mind.

The golden light fell, and grains of rice like jade were scattered.

Each grain is full and transparent, like a young tooth, exuding a faint fragrance, with a faint luster and flickering.

"This is Daomi!?"

Zhou Dao was stunned.

The so-called rice is different from the five grains that mortals eat.

Pregnant in October, Innate is ignorant. Once born, after eating five grains, Innate's Yuanyang will be released, and it will be difficult to make up for the day after tomorrow.

Daomi is planted by the Taoist secret method. It absorbs the light of the sun and the moon, breathes the energy of mountains and rivers, nurtures the changes of Yin & Yang, strengthens the power outside, nourishes Blood Qi inside, returns to the original, and enhances the potential.

This is the food that cultivation people dream of. It can be eaten day and night, cultivation profound arts, and self-emergence to the sky.

The so-called people take food as their heaven, this is the case.

In ancient times, Daomi was the foundation of Sect's existence and an indispensable resource for cultivation. Along with incense, it was edible.

Lingya rice is one type of rice.

"Good stuff." Zhou Dao picked up a grain of Lingya rice.

Different from the five grains cereals eaten on weekdays, Lingya Rice is like jade, with a warm touch.

"This thing is much more precious than Qibao Divine Soul Fragrance." Zhou Dao whispered.

In ancient times, every Taoist Sect had secret Tao Mi, cultivation, sowing and harvesting were all secret.

This is the foundation of establishing a mountain and establishing a sect. Those Taoists have eaten Tao rice since childhood.

Neither strength nor potential can be compared now.

Later, Daomi was gradually lost, the seeds were hard to find, and there was no way to cultivate it.

Up to now, only the Sixth Daomen in the world still has the treasured Daomi inheritance.

"How do you eat this thing?" Zhou Dao looked at Lingya Rice.

There are records about Daomi in the "Yu Yaosi Work Manual".

Any fire cannot be cooked, and it needs to be eaten by secret methods.

When there was a famine in the past, a Taoist priest went down the mountain and passed by a farmhouse.

Seeing that Daoist was alone, the farmer took out the little food left in the house to entertain.

The Taoist priest felt the kindness of the farmer, and before leaving, he left three taels of corn in the bag.

The farmer opened the bag and saw that the corn was different, three inches like a sword, with golden patterns hidden in it, and it was not cooked even after being boiled for a day and a night.

Later, the nobles in the town knew about this, came to take a look, and recognized it. This is the sword golden rice, which is a kind of Daomi.

The lord knew the opportunity, left three thousand taels of silver, and bought the three or two swords of golden rice.

Later, the peasant family made a fortune and became a famous local family.

On the contrary, it was the noble gentleman whose family had declined since he acquired Jian Jindao, and in less than ten years, it was completely withered, and the last noble gentleman even became a beggar.

From this, it can be seen that these treasures are not for everyone to live in. If the blessings are not enough, they will suffer disasters.

"I'll try!"

Zhou Dao set fire to the stove, took out two liang of Lingya rice and put it on a large pot to cook.

A full hour.

The grains of Lingya rice are still round and full, and there seems to be no sign of being cooked, but the aroma is diffused.

"Damn, whoever rides a horse to cook dinner at night doesn't have to go to work tomorrow."

In the distance, a dry howl was heard.

Zhou Dao put out the fire, gathered the Lingya Rice, and put it into the Green Pan Treasure Bag.

"If only there was a pressure cooker." Zhou Dao pouted.

Obviously, Lingya rice cannot be cooked by ordinary means.

Zhou Dao saw that faith was hard to bear, and with this treasure, plus the pure Yang relic, and the pure Yang Dan.

He was able to break through again in a short period of time and step into the real fire Third Stage.

"Unfortunately, there is no detailed record in the Work Manual of Yu Yaosi." Zhou Dao sighed.

After all, Daomi is a rarity and almost lost. Naturally, there will not be too many records in the "Yu Yaosi Workbook".

"Go to Uncle Qin tomorrow to have a look."

There are quite a few strange and mysterious records in the Book Club No. 73, most of which were brought out from the school where Uncle Qin stayed in those days, so they are quite precious.

Just like Zhou Dao's favorite "Yaozhi", I heard that Uncle Qin said that it was out of print, but it was a gift from an old friend.

He has seen the entire Ping'an Town, and for other people, Uncle Qin has never taken it out.

the next day.

Just before dawn, Zhou Dao came to the No. 73 Book Club.

Zhou Dao also asked about why it was called this name.

Uncle Qin kept silent.

"Xiao Zhou, it's so early today." Uncle Qin just stuck his head out of the shop, saw Zhou Dao, and asked with narrowed eyes.

"There are not many young people like you who are studious and filial."

As he spoke, Uncle Qin's eyes showed a look of approval.

Zhou Dao's filial piety is well-known in Ping'an Town. During New Years and festivals, some people see him burning paper to worship, and they don't know who they are worshiping. There is not even a coffin tombstone.

"Uncle Qin is joking, I'm not that good."

Zhou Dao said with a dry smile that his good reputation was accumulated bit by bit.

Walking into the bookstore, Zhou Dao walked to the innermost shelf and rummaged.

Daomi, such treasures are now considered extremely biased, and there are really no ordinary books.

"Xiao Zhou, what's the smell on your body? It smells so good." Uncle Qin came over and said with narrowed eyes.

"Maybe it's body fragrance!" Zhou Dao knew that it should be the fragrance from the cooking of Lingya rice yesterday.

"..."

"Uncle Qin, have you heard of Daomi?" Zhou Dao asked casually.

After all, Uncle Qin has lived in the imperial capital and opened a book club. He has a lot of knowledge and may have seen it in some ancient book.

"Of course I've heard of it. More than 20 years ago, there was a major event in the imperial capital that attracted the attention of the world. It was related to Daomi." Uncle Qin sat down with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.

"What's the big deal?"

"At that time, Taiji Academy held a competition and took out 3,000 catties of Emperor Rice. Whoever eats the most will be the final winner and can directly enter Taiji Academy. After graduation, it will be sent to the headquarters of Yuyao Division. "

Emperor rice, also a kind of rice, is a secret treasure of Taiji Academy.

"Big Stomach King Competition!?" Zhou Dao stopped searching and was stunned for a moment.

Enter the Taiji Academy and escort Yu Yaosi!

Is this choosing the rice bucket, or the demon slayer?

"That event was really lively. I remember that the last winner was a little Fatty. He was white and tender. He ate 800 catties in one go, and he could only eat..."

"What?" Zhou Dao's eyes widened, and he was stunned.

Emperor Rice contains extremely pure vitality, and ordinary people can eat one grain for three days.

Eight hundred catties of Emperor Rice is such a huge amount of energy that even the current Zhou Dao would not be able to finish it for a month.

A meal?

Is this horse or man?

"There are people like this in this world?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, that little Fatty is quite famous now, like..."

"what?"

"The food pillar of one of the nine divine pillars!"