The Monk

Chapter 101 God Pill

The room is very bright, with many cabinets and tables lined with many kinds of herbs, jade slips, alchemy bottles, cauldrons and other items. There is a round door at the end of the room with the Alchemy Furnace Bagua painted on it. It is tightly closed at this time. There is Zhang Fangtai in front of the door, and the white jade is the case. Although it is not as good as Zhang Wei's top jade, it is still top grade. There is a young man standing behind the stage, with a straight nose and straight eyebrows, resolute lines, and a heroic spirit from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, the young man was wearing a plain blue robe and frowned at the pile of various colored powders on the table.

Zhang Afraid knew that pile of powder. After the alchemy failed, most people would be left with such a pile of stuff, which contained a little spiritual energy but was unusable. When the young man saw the two people coming in, he opened his mouth and said, "Give me the herbs, and give this to you." Five knives suddenly appeared out of thin air, with different colors stacked on top of each other, and a jade slip on them. This small pile of things slowly flew to a stop in front of Zhang Ai, and flew out with the knife. The young man followed closely with a look of reluctance.

Zhang was afraid that he had not taken the knife, so he bowed and spoke: "I don't have the eight-thousand-year-old ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum." The young man's expression changed when he heard this. Alchemy refining has been failing these days, and all the treasures he has accumulated over the years have been lost. He has been forced to use his own magic weapon in exchange for the embarrassment. , my temper is not going well, who else dares to play tricks on me? Just when he was about to have an attack, Zhang Wen said again: "I wonder if Ten Thousand Years Ginseng and Ten Thousand Years Ganoderma lucidum are okay?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "It's amazing, it's amazing, give it to me quickly."

Zhang Awei did not take out the ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum, but bowed and saluted again: "Junior has an uninvited request, I hope senior can grant it." The joyful expression on the young man's face faded, he looked at Zhang Awei calmly and asked, "Say Let's see." Zhang Ping said: "Junior still has two thousand-year-old herbs. I heard that senior also has a large five-element magic array. I want to exchange the herbs for the array. I wonder if senior can agree?"

The young man looked at Zhang Awei as if he couldn't believe it, then looked at Song Yunyi carefully, and said, "Mortal? Are you at the middle level of the pill formation stage? You actually have four thousand-year-old elixir? Or are you a high-quality herbal medicine like ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum?" Zhang Ping respectfully said yes, and Song Yunyi also hurriedly bowed and said yes. The young man smiled and said, "Show me the herbs." Zhang Wen took out a jade box and pushed it towards the young man. After the young man took it, he pushed the lid aside, revealing two ten thousand year old ginseng and two ten thousand year old Ganoderma lucidum inside. As soon as the box was opened, the spiritual energy overflowed and filled the whole room. After checking them one by one and confirming that they were correct, the young man said ecstatically: "With these four grasses, are you afraid that you won't be able to make a pill? Haha."

He closed the jade box, put it on the stage and said: "Little Jie Dan monk carries a heavy treasure with him and dares to show it to others easily. Aren't you afraid that I will kill someone and seize the treasure?" Zhang Aing said calmly: "I believe Master Zuo Shi. The young man laughed loudly: "That's right, put the knife away first. There are few descendants like you nowadays. I think you are good." As he spoke, he pulled out a blank jade slip and copied the five-element magic array into it. Also throw it to Zhang Afraid.

Zhang Bin caught the knife and the jade slip and looked carefully at the five-handled knife, which was about the same size as the Shadowless Knife. It was divided into five colors: green, yellow, white, gold, and red, corresponding to the five elements of wood, earth, water, gold, and fire. The aura inside was rich and full, with different colors. Mr. Zuo Shi said: "It's a bargain for you. The five knives are all made of divine iron. They are refined with materials with five elements attributes. They have been tempered with infant fire countless times for thousands of years. They are almost the same as my natal magic weapon." He put away the four herbs and said, "You stay here for now. I'll go in and refine the elixir. If the elixir turns out to be five for you." After saying this, he turned his right hand, and the circular door behind him opened to the left and right. The left servant stepped in, and then circled The door closed, and only Zhang Ping and Song Yunyi were left in the room.

Zhang Ai looked around the room and asked Song Yunyi: "Are you tired?" Song Yunyi whispered: "Not tired." Zhang Ai took out a futon in the room and asked Song Yunyi to sit down, and Song Yunyi sat down. Feeling very refreshed and energetic, he stood up and whispered: "There's something weird about this futon." "Is there something weird?" Zhang Wen sat on it and tried it. He immediately felt the spiritual power in his body surge, but there was nothing wrong with it, and so did his soul. Extraordinarily comfortable, powerful and stable, he stood up and said, "Sit down and have a good rest." Song Yunyi sat down as he was told, and Zhang Weijing entered the jade slip to learn how to control the small five-element sword formation.

Time passed so quickly, two days passed in a flash. Zhang Afraid was fine, but it was more convenient for Song Yunyi to eat and drink. At first, the two of them took care of it, but some things couldn't be tolerated. Zhang Wei dug out some low-grade ores in the storage bag, such as fine iron yellow iron, etc., turned on the fine iron furnace, and refined a large fine iron toilet with a lid. , it is the first of its kind in the world to come up with such a thing for the convenience of women.

On the evening of the third day, Zhang Po cooked some rice on the fine stove, made a pot of broth, and took out dried fish. The two of them had dinner on the jade table. Zhang Po also took out a pot of old wine and chatted while eating. At this time, the round door opened, and the left waiter came out and saw the two of them eating. He looked startled, and then said with a smile: "You are so rude, you treat this as your home." After speaking, he walked to the table and grabbed the Zhang Weifang held the flask in his hand, raised his head and took a sip: "Good wine! I haven't had this in ten years at least." He squeezed Zhang Weifang: "Put it over there, and give me a pair of chopsticks." He saw it at a glance. Song Yunyi sat on the futon and chuckled again: "You know the goods, that thing is the Buddha futon left behind by the Buddhists after he became a Buddha. The Buddhists sat on it and meditated all day long. The Buddhist energy filled the futon, which was somewhat beneficial to the cultivation of the human body. benefit."

The three of them were talking and eating. Waiter Zuo always felt that something was wrong in the room, as if there was something extra. He glanced at Zhang Awei and said, "You don't take me seriously. The toilet has been moved." Then he laughed and said, "The old man on the right has been saying that I am not popular in the house, but now I am too popular, haha."

Zhang was afraid that Song Yunyi would not be angry when he saw him, so he felt relieved and said with embarrassment: "Well, it's always a little inconvenient for girls to go home, and they can't go out." Zuo Shi patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's okay, are you Han? "Zhang Ai nodded: "Both of us are." Zuo Shi took a sip of wine and said, "Most Han immortal cultivators are very calculating. You are rare. I see that you are on the right track. Come on, drink." Zhang Ai thought to himself. : "Actually, I'm just like a dog."

After drinking for a while, the left waiter placed three jade bottles on the table and pointed out one to Zhang Awei: "This is yours." "What is this?" Zhang Awei took it and took a closer look. There were ten golden grains in the bottle. The elixir was so heavy that there was no trace of spiritual fluctuation. Zuo Shi sighed: "This is the God of Heaven Pill. I have been refining it for six months and used up all my belongings to make eighty-one pills. It's not easy!"

"What is the God Pill?" Zhang Ain asked.

"It's nothing. There's no point telling you now. Keep it. You'll know its use when you reach my level. You must keep it and don't let the high-level Nascent Soul monks know about it." Zuo Shi warned. .

Zhang Ping promised to put it away. Zuo Shi sighed again: "It took hundreds of thousand-year-old herbs, more than a hundred five-thousand-year-old herbs, dozens of eight-thousand-year-old herbs, and ten thousand-year-old herbs to refine this elixir. Fortunately, finally, It’s done. If this furnace fails, I will lose everything and never be able to do it again.”

Zhang Ai was shocked, so he hurriedly took out the medicine bottle and said: "Master Zuo Shi, please take it back. I just did not know that this elixir is so precious."