"This..." Luo Mengkai immediately sat down on the ground, and several servants quickly helped him up.
The scene in front of him was really unbelievable. There were really nearly twenty poisonous plants under his bed. This is my own old house, not one of the new ones.
"Brother Song, no, Mr. Song, what is going on?" Luo Mengkai looked at Song Pingcun expectantly.
"Maybe it's a coincidence. The conditions for the growth of soul grass are harsh, and ordinary people can't cultivate it." Song Ping picked the soul grass one by one under the moved couch, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it: "It's more than a hundred years old. , and it has been nourished recently, it should be within five years.”
When he first heard that it would be more than a hundred years, Luo Mengkai was relieved, but when Song Pingcun finally said that it would be within five years, he became nervous again.
"The soul grass usually matures and can last for up to ten years, but as long as a root of the rhizome remains on the ground, it will grow again after being nourished. Within five years, there may be something strange under the pavilion master's bed or someone may die here."
Luo Mengkai's whole body was shaken, with a look of horror in his eyes.
His wife died on this couch five years ago. According to Song Pingcun, his wife became the nourishment for the soul grass, allowing the soul grass to grow again.
I felt a palpitation in my heart. It would be scary to think about it if I became the nourishment of this soul grass that day.
You must know that the conditions for the growth of soul grass are extremely harsh, and it will only grow in extremely negative and evil places. Although the Luo family's old house is old, it does not have this special environment. He was suspicious, who planted this soul grass? And why is it in the Luo family's old house?
But this is Luo Mengkai's family matter after all.
Song Pingcun couldn't bear to see Luo Mengkai staring at the soul grass in his hand. Ordinary people are sincerely afraid of ghosts and supernatural events. Now that they have encountered them, if they help, at least they will not be owed a favor because of the soul grass incident.
"Pavilion Master Luo, if you don't mind breaking the ground, you'd better find someone to dig deeper. Maybe you'll know the answer."
Song Pingcun originally intended to leave, but Luo Mengkai's performance today made him feel that this person was still destined, so he stayed and gave him advice.
Only then did Luo Mengkai wake up and immediately called for his servants to pry open the floor tiles and dig underneath.
Soon, about 10 meters deep under the couch, a basement that he didn't even know was actually dug out.
The basement was not big, about two feet in diameter. There was supposed to be a ladder, but it had long been blocked by dirt. Among them was a complete withered skeleton.
Song Pingcun looked at the bones and found that the bones had existed for more than a thousand years.
Luo Mengkai's wife has been bedridden due to illness. The so-called doctor does not heal himself and opens the elixir pavilion, but he cannot save his wife. Unexpectedly, life disappeared, and even the soul became nourishment for looking at the ancient corpse.
Although this incident did not bring any actual changes to the cooperation between Song Pingcun and Luo Mengkai, it made Luo Mengkai feel a little more grateful to Song Pingcun.
This ancient corpse that was thousands of years old was a hidden danger after all, and he didn't know how to deal with it. It was Song Pingcun who came forward and asked him to find a cloth soaked in children's urine to wrap the ancient corpse, put it in a coffin, and send it to be buried outside the city.
As soon as this matter was delayed, it would already be evening.
Although Luo Mengkai wanted to keep Song Pingcun, he knew he couldn't force it. After all, judging from his appearance, Song Pingcun was only over 10 years old.
He also saw through Luo Mengkai's thoughts. Song Pingcun promised to come back in three days. After today's contact, he was not polite. He asked Luo Mengkai to think about the elixir he needed. If the elixir was available, he would prepare the medicinal materials and auxiliary materials. Material.
Luo Mengkai, who was extremely grateful, sent Song Pingcun outside the gate of Zhongzhou City before returning to Citron Pavilion.
The carriage continued to return to Songjia Village. Before arriving at Songjia Village, a silver fox jumped onto the carriage in the dark night and transformed into Liu Yiyi: "Young master, I have brought it back."
"Well, let's seal it first! Originally, we only needed ten soul grasses. Now it seems that the demand has increased too much. I'm afraid it will take a while." Song Pingcun really didn't expect that just for Ten soul grasses, and another unexpected surprise came.
"Young master really plans to resurrect the ancient corpse?" Liu Yiyi was a little confused.
"No, it's to support."
When Song Pingcun first saw this ancient corpse, he noticed something different. A little soul was actually born. It is not easy for a thousand-year-old corpse to be preserved without decay, but it is not easy for a soul to be born.
Feeding the ancient corpses requires a large amount of soul grass. It seems that the sect that planted the soul grass is about to leave.
He also wanted to know how the other party planted soul grass. If it was really feasible, the roots under Luo Mengkai's bed could continuously provide new soul grass, and it was really not impossible to feed the ancient corpses.
Three days later, the Yangyuan Pill restored Song Pingcun's soul. The original owner of this body was just an ordinary person with a weak soul, otherwise we don't know how long it would take.
When we return to Citron Pavilion, the behavior of the young men in Tsing Yi is completely different.
Luo Mengkai was even more enthusiastic and understood his needs without saying much nonsense. Based on the last experience, he was very smart and did not name the specific elixir, but just said that he needed to extend his life.
Sure enough, the gap between knowledge and needs cannot be made up.
In the alchemy room of Citron Pavilion, it only took Song Pingcun half an hour to hand over to Luo Mengkai's hands ten pills containing less than a drop of the plant essence collected by Hua Ling.
When he heard that a pill can only be taken once, but it can extend the life of ordinary people by 20 years without any accidents, Luo Mengkai was stunned. It can really extend life.
Although this cannot be verified like the Qiqiao Linglong Pill, it should not be fake. His mind started to spin. If he wanted more pills, he would have to provide Song Ping with a good supply and build relationships.
Song Pingcun also successfully learned that the sect that could grow soul grass was called Po Yuan Sect, and it was also the source of Citron Pavilion's Qiqiao Linglong Pill.
Seeing how carefully Song Pingcun asked, Luo Mengkai also told all the information he knew.
The Po Yuan Sect is located in Fengji Mountain, one hundred and fifty miles southwest of Chungju City. It is famous for its elixirs and weapon refining nearby. Speaking of other things, it seems that the Po Yuan Sect really has nothing to offer.
There is a Nandu City at the foot of Fengchi Mountain. Every year after the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, disciples are recruited. The basic registration and screening is in Nandu City. There are many young people who sign up every year.
It’s only March and there are still five months to go.
Five months.
There are many things he can do. No matter what conditions Po Yuan Sect has for recruiting disciples, he is not afraid. Entering the sect is the first step for him to regain the path of cultivating immortals.
This step falls on Po Yuan Sect.
"Mumu, go take a look first." Song Pingcun, who returned to Songjia Village, pulled out the hairpin on his head and threw it into the air.
"Master, please rest assured."
A strip of darkness left the sky above Songjiacun and disappeared into the distance.
