"I didn't expect that I could still see this thing in the mortal world. You girl must be lucky."
The old Taoist was holding the jade pendant given by Shen Rong in his hand. His fingertips were full of spiritual power. He circled the jade pendant and threw it to Lingchu. "Here, you picked up the person and the thing belongs to you."
"What is this?" Lingchu took the jade pendant and looked at it carefully.
The jade pendant is the size of a baby's palm, crystal clear and round in shape. Only simple lines are carved on it, which makes it look sparse and simple.
Lingchu turned over and over but couldn't see anything strange. He simply used the exploratory technique to check, but there was still no fluctuation of spiritual power at all. It looked like an ordinary jade pendant. Except that the jade quality was very good and the carving was natural.
"This object is called the Hidden Spirit Pendant. It is a jade pendant made from the shed remains of extremely rare jade creatures. Apart from being extremely hard and beautiful, this kind of jade pendant is no different from ordinary jade pendants. The only thing Its function is to store spiritual power." The old Taoist felt a little emotional for the first time.
"The hidden spirit pendant is rare in the world. I also had one at the beginning, but unfortunately, it was blackmailed away..." The old Taoist looked up at the sky in despair, thinking about how many treasures he had mortgaged for a pot of wine. Speaking of which, , all tears...
Lingchu ignored Lao Tao's melancholy. Lao Tao had all kinds of melancholy every day. After a few times of soft-heartedness and drinking, she had learned to be insensitive...
Store spiritual power? Lingchu studied curiously and tried to slowly sink the spiritual power into the jade pendant. The absorbed spiritual power did not dissipate, but was absorbed by the jade pendant, but there was no spiritual power fluctuation on the surface.
Strange indeed.
The old man who looked up at the sky waited for a long time and found that no one was paying attention to him. He lowered his head and put away his expression, and glanced resentfully at Lingchu who was playing with the jade pendant. "The reason why the hidden spirit pendant is rare is that it can only be stored." The user’s own spiritual power. If the user’s cultivation is low, the stored spiritual power will be low. If the user’s cultivation is high, the stored spiritual power will be high.”
In other words, with the spiritual power of the fourth level of Qi training at the beginning of Lingchu, the Hidden Spirit Pendant can only store the spiritual power of the fourth level of Qi training at most.
Lingchu nodded in understanding and continued to ignore the old Taoist's resentful expression, "Is there any cultivation limit?"
Alas, unworthy descendants, the old Taoist burst into tears in his heart, "Of course there is, but you're still far away, stinky girl."
After saying that, Lao Dao disappeared on the spot, leaving only one sentence, "I want to eat grilled fish tonight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a grass carp that was still flapping fell from the sky and hit Lingchu on the head.
With a dark face, he used the dust-purifying technique to clean his hair, creating a thin vine to tie up the grass carp. Lingchu put away the Tibetan Spirit Pendant and carried the grass carp into the kitchen.
Old children, old children, the older they get, the more children they become.
In the evening, I will make sweet and sour fish, steamed fish, but not grilled fish!
The angry Lingchu thought angrily.
As a result, there was still a grilled fish dish on the dinner table that night.
There was no way, who made her kind-hearted and soft-hearted, Lingchu ate sweet and sour fish with self-confidence.
Over there, Yi and Shen Rong were holding back their laughter while eating steamed fish and white rice.
On the other side of the dining table, the old Taoist looked at the grilled fish head in front of him with a dark face. For the first time, he felt that the wine stolen from the place where Lingchu stored the wine was no longer fragrant...
After a beautiful dinner, Lingchu was not given the chance to use the dust purification technique. Shen Rong rushed to clear the dishes and wash the dishes, but Lingchu did not fight either.
Because she got the living Shen Rong, her expression finally relaxed a lot and was not as rigid as before.
This afternoon, Shen Rong originally wanted to clean the Taoist temple, but found that the Taoist temple looked old, but was actually spotless.
I want to help cook, but I don’t know how to kill fish or light a fire.
Although she has never washed dishes, she at least knows how to wash them.
Shen Rong carefully washed the dishes and chopsticks, wiped them with a clean cloth, and placed them neatly in the wooden cabinet.
Four pairs of bowls and chopsticks, four food plates, and two large bowls took half an hour to wash.
After clearing away the dishes, Shen Rong was already sweating profusely, and the clothes on his body were a little sticky and clung to his skin.
"Sister Shen, the water is boiled. If you need it, you can take a bucket back to wash up."
Next to him, Lingchu also boiled a large pot of hot water.
Although she is now not affected by cold and heat to a certain extent, she can even use a dust purification technique to make her whole body clean.
However, the dust-purification technique cannot replace the comfort of a hot bath, just as spiritual practice cannot completely replace sleep.
The pursuit of quality of life still needs to be pursued.
Therefore, if possible, Lingchu would choose to take a comfortable hot bath, add two drops of the fragrant dew made by Huan Niang to the water, practice for a while, and then sleep comfortably, how nice it would be.
Shen Rong naturally wanted to take a bath, but he didn't expect that even though he was much older than the girl, he ended up relying on others for food and boiling water for bathing.
I feel really embarrassed and ashamed.
"By the way, Sister Shen, do you need me to help you lift it in? It's quite heavy, and you're still pregnant." Lingchu thought about it and decided to send Buddha to the West, so he simply helped to the end.
How dare he ask a child so much younger than himself to help carry such a heavy thing? Shen Rong, who thought he was an adult, was just about to shake his head and refuse when he saw the little girl who had just reached his waist, holding a wooden bucket in one hand. Filled with hot water, it was as easy as walking on flat ground and stepping out the door.
There was not a single splash of water in the barrel.
Innate divine power? !
Shen Rong was shocked.
After helping Shen Rong pour hot water, Lingchu also quickly put the hot water on for himself, just wanting to take a comfortable hot bath.
No one cares how much shock he caused to Shen Rong.
...
Not to mention how difficult it was for Shen Rong to fall asleep on the first night at Taoyuan Temple, as his thoughts were surging.
The three people in Taoyuan Temple meditated, drank, and slept.
The next day, it was sunny, cloudless, and the sky was clear.
When Lingchu woke up, he had some doubts about life.
Instead of a warm bed, I felt wet earth.
It is not surrounded by white-walled houses, but by lush woods.
What I hear in my ears is not the mooing of rhubarb, but the chirping of insects and birds.
He reached out and pinched his thigh.
hiss! pain!
Lingchu rubbed his thighs with a grimace. He was not dreaming.
Don't panic! Getting up from the ground, Lingchu first used a dust purification technique to clean himself of the dirt on his body, and then looked around with a vigilant but confused expression.
This is not Taoyuan Mountain.
There is also a dense forest in the back mountain of Taoyuan Mountain, but the trees are generally only three or four meters high, and the trees here, at a glance, are no less than seven or eight meters high.
In the end what happened?
Lingchu didn't dare to walk around, he only dared to stay where he was.
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense...
The old Taoist who was hiding in the tree felt sleepy while waiting, and the girl underneath didn't even move.
"Stinky girl! You should take two steps!" The old Taoist said after he couldn't bear it anymore.
The sounds seemed to come from all directions, and it was impossible to tell where the person was.
Lingchu put away his meditating posture, straightened his back, and looked around with bright eyes.
"Old man!"
The words contained surprise and gritted teeth.
"Ahem! Girl! You can't do it behind closed doors. As a monk, you have to fight against the sky, the earth, and all things! It's not enough to just practice."
It was rare for the old Taoist to speak seriously, "Girl, you have been practicing for so long, and you have never even seen a monster, let alone fighting with people, let alone spiritual herbs and elixirs."
Lingchu didn't refute, and most of the depression and anger caused by being thrown into the forest after waking up had dissipated.
What I have learned on paper is ultimately shallow, and I know that I have to do it in detail.
This poem suddenly appeared in Lingchu's heart. Although it has different uses, the meaning is the same. The old Taoist words are not unreasonable.
"So today, your mission is to kill a monster or pick three high-quality elixirs. When you complete it, you will go back."
