Thinking of cultivating the elixir, Fang Jian's spiritual thoughts immediately stirred and stirred in the editing page, and soon he made something like a kettle.
"It's a bit ugly." Fang Jian shook his head and said when he saw the damp-looking watering kettle on the edit page.
Then his mind changed again, and the kettle instantly dissipated like smoke, and turned into a chaotic aura, allowing Fang Jian to shape it and fabricate it.
With a flash of purple light, a delicate mutton-fat jade bottle was pinched out, exuding a spiritual light in the editing column.
"Beautiful." Fang Jian looked at the aura-colored mutton-fat jade bottle in the editorial column, nodded in admiration, but then shook his head and said, "Isn't it too girly? What if Guanyin Bodhisattva says I infringe my rights. "
The mutton-fat jade purifying bottle was soon rejected, "No, let's change it to another one." After saying that, his mind erased the mutton-fat jade purifying bottle again and started fabricating it again.
But then Fang Jian edited several more shapes, but the results were not very satisfactory.
"Hey, do I also have difficulty choosing? I haven't noticed it before." Fang Jian shook his head, once again erased the shape he had just created in front of him, and then fell into deep thought.
Fang Jian stared at an ordinary table in the monastery in front of him, but dozens of shape plans flashed through his mind, but without exception, he was not satisfied in the end.
His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were staring at the table at first, and then gradually became absent-minded. However, after being distracted by a stick of incense, Fang Jian's eyes suddenly focused on the table again.
A very ordinary table with four legs and a rectangular shape. There is nothing superfluous or fancy about the shape...
"Pa!" A clear voice sounded in the monastery, and Fang Jian said with excitement: "The road is simple, why should I think about anything fancy? Since we are cultivating elixirs, isn't the most convenient place to be the pool? ?"
Thinking of this, he immediately stirred the mixed air with his spiritual thoughts and gradually shaped it into a pool with a radius of nine feet.
Looking at the small clear pond in front of him, Fang Jian was very satisfied, "This is what a divine object should be."
After saying that, Fang Jian began to give divinity to this small clear pond. He first selected 'divine object' in the editing column, and then selected 'gold' and 'water' among the five elements.
Following Fang Jian's selection, a divine light lit up in the editing column, and then the base of Xiaoqingchi turned into gray gold, and was covered with stone cracks like runes, which looked very mysterious.
Then there was another flash of spiritual light, and a pool of bright jade water suddenly emerged from the small clear pond. The spiritual light curled up in the water, clearing the waves.
At this moment, the editor listed the materials of this small clear pool. The base was refined from 'Wuji Earth Gold', and the bright jade water in the pool was 'Taiyin Yuanyang Water'. The magical power of "Wuji Earth Metal" in Xiaoqingchi will absorb the yin and yang and spiritual energy between heaven and earth when yin and yang meet at midnight every day, and then transform it into a pool of "Taiyin Original Yang Water". This water harmonizes yin and yang and is extremely effective. Just watering any spiritual plant with a ladle of water once can directly increase its medicinal life by ten years. If the original Yang water of Taiyin is mixed into ordinary water to dilute and water the spiritual plants, it can instantly increase the medicinal age of any spiritual plant by one year.
Most importantly, this water power can be repeated infinitely, without limit. However, this only shows that the effect of Taiyin Yuanyang Water is very strong. Even the Spirit Flower Fairy Grass cannot be watered all day long.
Finally, Fang Jian looked at the blank gray-gold outer walls around the nine-foot-wide Xiaoqing Pond. He thought for a moment, and then used his spiritual thoughts to carve a poem on the outer wall of the Xiaoqing Pond:
The half-acre square pond opens up, and the skylight and cloud shadows linger together.
Ask the canal how clear it is, because there is a source of living water.
Fang Jian likes this poem very much, especially the last sentence. The truth contained in it is extremely profound.
If the heaven is compared to a pool, then the pool must be clear at the beginning, but if there is no new water flowing in for too long, it will become turbid and eventually even turn into a channel of stagnant water.
So why is the water in the ditch always so clear? The answer is 'for living water from a source'. Only when a steady stream of living water and fresh blood are injected into the canals and the filth is constantly cleaned away can the water in the canals remain flowing and clear, and will not eventually turn into a pool of stagnant water.
So where is the source of the water in the heaven? In the three realms, in the four realms of life and the six realms, among the hundreds of millions of common people in all heavens and realms, and among the vast beings with good intentions.
Therefore, 80% of the immortal officials in heaven came through thousands of tribulations of cultivation, and only a few were born immortals with extraordinary origins.
"Generate!" Fang Jian said to the editor.
"It requires 257 points of Dao Qi to generate." The editor said.
"Generate it." Fang Jian nodded.
The next moment, under the shining of a bright purple light, Xiao Qingchi gradually turned from virtual to real, from nothing to something, and finally flew out of the editor, flew outside Fang Jian's body, and landed in the monastery.
Fang Jian looked towards Xiaoqingchi and couldn't help but his eyes lit up. This was really: the golden patterns were mysterious, and the spiritual light came out of the jade cage.
At the moment when Xiaoqingchi was generated, the editor also gave it a name: "Jianchi."
"Why do I feel like this name is a bit weird?" Fang Jian looked at Xiao Qingchi's name and suddenly said to the editor: "Xiao Hong, are you trying to blame me?"
Facing Fang Jian's question, the editor didn't respond. After all, it was just a silent and obedient golden finger.
...
He waved his hand and put the Jianchi into his storage bag, then glanced at the remaining 535 strands of Dao Qi on the editing column, and couldn't help but sigh, it was used so quickly.
Fang Jian did not edit other things, so he always left 500 strands of Dao Qi for emergencies.
So Fang Jian took the Hongmeng Editor back into his soul, then sat quietly in the monastery, started practicing by running the "Zi Chen Yuan Lei Zhen Jing".
Time flies by in the blink of an eye, and one night passes, and Yuquan Peak welcomes a new day in the biting wind and snow of Luzhou, Beiju.
Although the temperature has been extremely cold, even to the point where dripping water turns into ice, for monks or immortals, this is just a different kind of scenery.
Early in the morning, the two little demon girls came to the main hall to make tea. The water temperature was maintained at a boiling temperature by their magic power. Hong Yuanhua was waiting in the main hall, but Cen Biqing had not come over yet.
Fang Jian opened his eyes, looked outside the monastery with his spiritual thoughts, then collected his Taoism and stood up and walked out of the monastery.
"Tiger!" Hong Yuanhua saw Fang Jian coming out and quickly stepped forward to pay his respects.
The two little demon girls also hurriedly stood up and saluted, but Fang Jian waved to them and said with a smile: "Didn't I say that yesterday? You are here to help the mountain temple, so you don't need to salute me."
But the two little demon girls still bowed to Fang Jianzuo, and then sat back down by the tea stove to make tea.
As soon as Fang Jian finished speaking, he saw Cen Biqing, who was wearing a jade shirt and a jade belt around her waist, walking in from outside the hall.
"Good morning, Fairy Qing, please sit down." Fang Jian pointed to the futon beside him and said.
Cen Biqing smiled lightly and said, "Good morning, Mountain God."
Fang Jian raised his eyebrows when he heard this and immediately smiled. He just made a joke yesterday, and today she also made a joke to herself.
"Tea." Hong Yuanhua said quickly to the two little demons.
The steaming, spiritual spirit tea was delivered to the small table beside Fang Jian and Cen Biqing. Cen Biqing took a sip of the spirit tea, and then said: "Luzhou in Beiju is so suitable for me. I am in the east." Even if I have lived in Shenzhou for hundreds of years, I will not be as comfortable as I was here last night."
Fang Jian said: "Then Fairy Qing can move here secretly without telling Fairy Bai. Don't worry, the cave is not a problem. I can designate a geomantic treasure land for you as a dojo in this million-mile broken boundary mountain."
Cen Biqing was obviously very tempted by this proposal, which could be seen from her suddenly bright eyes.
But soon she shook her head and said: "Forget it, sister will be angry, and Heitan is still young, so it will be beneficial to him to stay in Dongsheng China."
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Today I am going to take a walk in the Million Mile Mountains to take a look." Cen Biqing said.
Fang Jian heard this and said happily: "Okay, Qing Fairy, don't be anxious. The Duanjie Mountain is very big. You can take your time to look at it. I may have to go into seclusion for the next two days and I won't be able to accompany you. General Patrolling the Mountain, just do it for Qing Fairy." Guide, let Fairy Qing have a good appreciation of the customs and customs of Xihuazhou."
"Respect the decree of the law." Hong Yuanhua respectfully accepted the order and said.
But Cen Biqing shook her head and said: "Asking an immortal official from the Yang God Realm to be my guide is overkill. I think these two girls are very good. Aren't they also demons from Xihua Prefecture?"
Fang Jian glanced at the two little fairies, then slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I was negligent."
Then Fang Jian said to the two little fairies: "Are you willing to be a guide for this green fairy?"
The two little demon girls looked at each other, and then looked at Hong Yuanhua. Seeing that Hong Yuanhua's eyes were full of encouragement, they nodded and said, "We are willing to return to the tiger."
The matter was settled. When Cen Biqing was leading the two little demon girls to leave, he suddenly turned around and said: "This time you retreated and broke through the realm, was it to refine the void and break into the realm of holding pills? Do you need me to help you?" A protector? There are not many opportunities for monks below the Dan Bao realm to get a true immortal protector."
Fang Jian chuckled and said, "Thank you very much for Fairy Qing's kindness, but this retreat will definitely go smoothly, and with the patrolling general on the side, I think everything will be fine."
"Well, I wish you success in breaking through the realm as soon as possible." Cen Biqing nodded, and then left the mountain temple with the two little banshees.
Fang Jian looked away as he watched Cen Biqing rise into the sky with two little demon girls, then land on the clouds and turn into white light and fly out of Yuquan Peak.
I'm going to become an immortal too! When he thought of this, Fang Jian felt a surge of excitement and expectation in his heart.
