When it was getting dark, Zhao Lin took out the food he had brought back at noon. He planned to eat it cold, but suddenly he remembered that his junior sister Bai He was menstruating and was not allowed to eat raw or cold food, so he carried the things to the woodshed.
There is an earthen stove in the firewood room, and a pile of firewood is neatly stacked next to it. It is covered with dust and cobwebs, and it seems that it has not been used for a long time.
"That's enough."
Zhao Lin nodded and muttered to himself, then fetched a bucket of water from the water tank under the eaves, cleaned the stove, lit the stove fire, boiled the water, and then placed the food boxes and baskets on the edge of the pot to steam them with hot steam.
At this time, footsteps sounded outside the woodshed, and Li Sancai opened the door and walked in. Seeing the steam in the room, he was surprised and said: "Brother, do you want to help?"
"It's almost done, help me carry it."
Zhao Lin knew who it was without having to look at it. The other three young men were from well-off families and had never done such work before, so they had no idea of this. Only Li San, who had been a beggar, was good at observing people and knew to come and help.
The two brought the food to the front yard, and Zhu Cong, He Shaoqun and Bai He rushed over to take it.
"The food is hot, thank you for your hard work, senior brother!"
"Oh, we should help together..."
The five people sat on the spot in a circle, eating and chatting happily.
"Senior Brother Xun, would you like to come over and eat together?"
Zhao Lin winked at He Shaoqun, and He Shaoqun understood and invited Senior Brother Xun.
Senior Brother Xun shook his head gently, "You can eat it! I'm not polite, Senior Brother. After opening the pulse, you must expel impurities from the body and try to make it as clean and untainted as possible."
"As the saying goes, you can never tire of fine food, and you can never tire of fine meat. All grains and meats in the world contain turbid air. Eating it will consume your own spiritual power to refine it, which is very detrimental to your practice."
"The spiritual energy in this world is already very thin. How dare we eat these things?"
Zhao Lin noticed that Senior Brother Xun's Adam's apple moved twice when he spoke, and he still seemed to be obsessed with these turbid foods.
"You really can't eat it at all?"
Zhu Cong asked curiously: "What does senior brother eat? You can't really eat the wind and drink the dew, right?"
Senior Brother Xun smiled slightly and explained: "In Xuanyuan Continent, monks eat more spiritual rice, which not only does not contain turbid air, but also replenishes spiritual energy."
"However, spiritual rice is not easy to carry or store, so most people carry Bigu Pill with them when traveling."
As he spoke, his sleeves flicked, and a blue pill the size of a longan appeared in his palm.
"This pill is made from the essence extracted from spiritual rice and several spiritual herbs. If you take one pill, you won't have to eat for half a month, and it can also replenish some spiritual energy."
"We, the monks stationed here, usually feed on this."
Zhu Cong licked his lips and said innocently: "Senior brother, can you break a piece for me and try it?"
As he spoke, he put his hand into his clothes and took out a gold ingot, as if he had made a great determination, "I will trade this with you."
Senior Brother Xun laughed loudly when he heard this, and soon stopped laughing, "Real gold and silver in the mortal world are worthless in the world of immortality."
"Furthermore, you haven't started cultivating Taoism yet. Eating Bigu Pill is just like chewing peony. You can't refine the spiritual energy in it and it won't benefit your body."
After saying that, he waved his hand gently and said, "When you get to the sect, the Bigu Pill will be given to you. I'm afraid that you will find it tasteless and unable to satisfy your appetite."
Zhao Lin's eyes flashed, remembering the spirit stone that Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing had mentioned. Unfortunately, they didn't bring it with them at the time and had no chance to see it, so it was better to take the opportunity to take a look.
Thinking of this, he said: "Senior Brother Xun, I heard from the monks stationed here that the spiritual energy in this world is thin and the monks cannot practice. The sect also distributed spiritual stones to you. Is this true?"
Senior Brother Xun raised his eyebrows, hesitated, and said, "Well, the spirit stone cannot be shown to mortals, but you are about to enter the sect, so it doesn't hurt to take a look."
As he spoke, he shook his hand, and there was a square "jade" in his palm.
"This is the spiritual stone. It contains spiritual energy. If you hold it in your belly, you can absorb it into your body for cultivation."
Everyone stared curiously at the spirit stone in his hand. They saw that it was three inches long and wide, and about one inch thick. It could barely be held with a palm.
The color of the spirit stone is light green, with a hint of green in it, and the smoke is thick, like a dragon flying up and down, looking very mysterious.
A few steps away, Zhao Lin could feel the rich spiritual energy and thought to himself: "It is indeed more than a hundred times stronger than the vitality, but I don't know how it was hidden just now."
"Senior brother, can you let me touch it?" He Shaoqun asked boldly.
Senior Brother Xun stretched out his palm and said, "Take it yourself."
He Shaoqun immediately stood up and walked over, holding the spirit stone in his hands with great care, for fear of accidentally dropping it on the ground.
Senior Brother Xun smiled and said: "Don't worry, this thing is as strong as gold and stone. It won't be broken even if you drop it hard."
He Shaoqun came back and sat down. Several junior brothers and sisters immediately came forward to watch. However, Zhao Lin walked up to him in no hurry and asked Senior Brother Xun: "Brother, how many Bigu Pills can be exchanged for one spiritual stone?"
Because of his experience in martial arts, Zhao Lin was very concerned about the cost of practicing Taoism.
Senior Brother Xun's expression moved slightly, his eyes showing approval, "Junior Brother Zhao got the point right!"
"Spiritual stones can not only be used for cultivation, but can also be used to heal wounds, set up formations, use magic weapons, refine elixirs and weapons, etc."
"Because of its rich output and wide range of uses, it is also the most common currency in Xuanyuan Continent. Many monastic items are priced in spiritual stones."
"The Bigu Pill is a must-have for monks. It is easy to carry and is often used to measure the price of goods."
"A spiritual stone can be exchanged for a bottle of Bigu Pills, and a bottle of Bigu Pills contains twenty pills."
He Shaoqun and others were originally watching the Lingshi, but when they heard what Senior Brother Xun said, they all raised their heads and listened carefully.
Senior Brother Xun continued: "In addition to spirit stones and Bigu Pills, there is also a low-grade talisman in the world of immortality, called the Qingxin Talisman. It has the function of calming the mind and isolating external noise, which is of certain help to the monks' cultivation."
"The Pure Heart Talisman is easy to make and cheap to sell. Sometimes it can also be used as 'money'."
"Of course, the most popular of these three is definitely the spirit stone. The quality of Bigu Pill and Qingxin Talisman varies greatly, and it is not convenient to check. Spirit Stone is the most reliable."
Having said this, Senior Brother Xun paused for a moment and said meaningfully: "If you don't have money, you can't cultivate the Tao. Pills, talismans, robes, magic weapons, spiritual mansions...everything requires spiritual stones."
"Talent and hard work are important, but having no money is absolutely impossible!"
"Without wealth, one cannot cultivate the Tao..."
Zhao Lin muttered softly, thinking that it was indeed the case. It seemed that when he arrived in Xuanyuan Continent, he had to find a way to accumulate more spiritual stones to support his cultivation.
Zhu Cong and others took turns watching and touching the spirit stone, and finally handed it to Zhao Lin.
Zhao Lin took it and his first reaction was "dropped".
At a rough estimate, the spirit stone weighs about four kilograms, which is about the same weight as an iron block of the same size, and its density is seven to eight times that of water.
Just when he was about to speculate further, he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and the spirit animal picture in his mind shone brightly and began to shake violently.
(End of chapter)
