"Gathering the spiritual power of the wind into the Yang Shaoshang, I made a fifth-grade lotus seal on my hand..."
Zhao Lin stood in his small courtyard, pacing back and forth.
Holding "A Preliminary Study of the First-Level Spells of Chenghua Sect" in his hand, he was mumbling words and trying to figure out the spell formulas in the book.
The free hand was not idle either, constantly forming various Taoist mudra.
After the pulse was opened, the disciples began to gain magical power, and the Lingdao Academy also began to teach magic.
There are many magical features in magic, and the disciples are very interested in it and practice it tirelessly.
Zhao Lin is naturally no exception, but compared to others, he has also figured out the basic principles of magic and its underlying logic.
Spells are not born out of thin air, nor are they given by the so-called gods. Instead, they are the power of laws generated by monks using the laws of heaven and earth and triggering them with their own spiritual power.
It can be understood in this way that the heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, yin and yang transform into the five elements, and the air is filled with a large number of "particles" of the five elements.
When monks release spells, they integrate these five elements "particles" and guide and release them according to their laws.
It's like setting off a dynamite with a fuse.
As for the different attributes such as wind, ice and thunder, they are actually derived from the five elements and do not need to be considered separately.
In the world of Taoism, the laws of heaven and earth exist objectively like the laws of physics in previous lives, except that both exist in this world.
"Wind Blade Technique!"
Zhao Lin shouted softly, hooked his little finger with his right thumb, twisted it inward and downward, and waved his hand to create a stream of green energy.
Green energy condensed in the air and turned into a three-inch long flying knife, flying crookedly towards the corner of the courtyard.
Zhao Lin raised his brows, with a look of joy in his eyes, but saw that the wind knife only flew two feet away, and its color instantly faded, and then disappeared.
"It seems that the most basic spells are not that easy to practice. There is still a long way to go before you can get started."
Zhao Lin shook his head gently.
Spells are divided into six levels according to the level of mastery: entry, proficiency, minor achievement, proficiency, great achievement, and perfection.
These levels represent the monk's understanding of the law and his ability to use spells.
It has nothing to do with mana.
For the same spell, if both the foundation-building monk and the Qi-refining monk are only at the entry level, then the former must have an advantage, because the foundation-building monk's magic power is more powerful.
But if the Qi Refining monks can practice their spells to a small degree or even become proficient, and can use the laws of heaven and earth more effectively and rationally, then they can be better than the Foundation-building monks.
It is equivalent to using external force.
Even the lowest level of spells, if practiced to perfection or even perfection, is extremely powerful, but not many people may be willing to spend so much energy.
Every time the spell increases to a level, the energy invested must be doubled several times.
To practice magic, one relies on talent and the other depends on hard work.
Zhao Lin's talent is not bad, but he is not top-notch either. Naturally, he needs to work harder.
"Gulu..."
A rooster crows in his belly.
Zhao Lin frowned and wanted to continue practicing spells, but found that there was not much spiritual power left in his body.
I had no choice but to sigh lightly, walk into the main room, take out the lock bag from the cabinet, and grab a handful of crystal clear "spiritual rice" with a layer of golden oil on the surface.
A fragrant and fragrant aroma suddenly wafted into the room.
Mortal food contains turbid air. After becoming a monk, you can no longer eat ordinary food, otherwise it will take a lot of energy to refine it, which will be detrimental to your practice.
Spiritual rice is not only free of impurities and turbidity, but can also replenish spiritual power. It is the basic "ration" for monks.
After taking Lingmi, the body can completely refine and absorb it, no longer producing any impurities, and there is no need to even "go out".
The small cauldron was used to cook rice, not the medicinal cauldron that Zhao Lin thought at first.
He put the spiritual rice into the small cauldron, hesitated for a moment, then twisted a few dozen more grains and put them in.
The Spiritual Dao Academy distributes ten kilograms of spiritual rice to its disciples every month. Although it can provide energy, it... is insatiable.
Disciples who are used to eating big fish and meat in the world are not used to this. It's like they can survive on only glucose, but no one wants to live like that.
Of course, there is no way for monks to eat delicious food, and that is spiritual food.
Spiritual meal is a unique method of cooking monsters and spiritual beasts to remove turbid impurities, retain spiritual energy, and cook delicious food.
Not only can it replenish spiritual power, but it can also give monks a satisfying meal. It is really a good product for spiritual cultivation and replenishing Qi.
Unfortunately, spiritual meals are expensive and considered a luxury. The disciples have just entered the sect and are penniless, so how can they afford it?
Some disciples even wandered around the mortal dining hall for no other reason than to smell the aroma of the food.
For Zhao Lin, the desire for food is secondary, the key is not having enough to eat.
He is tall and strong, and has a much larger appetite than the teenagers. He only eats three taels of rice a day, which is really not enough.
It is estimated that the Spiritual Dao Academy did not consider the minority group of martial cultivators at all when formulating the ration rules.
There were also delicious disciples who wanted to ask for more spiritual rice from the Taoist Temple, but were ruthlessly rejected by the Taoist Elder.
The reason is that three taels of spiritual rice is enough for daily needs. No matter how much you eat, it is a waste. If you persist for a while, your body will naturally get used to it.
Seeing this, Zhao Lin gave up the idea and added more water when cooking the rice to make rice porridge to make his stomach feel fuller.
When Li Sancai came to ask for advice, he found that Zhao Lin's spiritual rice was not enough, so he expressed his willingness to give him his own spiritual rice.
"Senior Brother Zhao, I haven't had enough to eat since I was a child. I can't finish all these spiritual rice..."
Zhao Lin immediately interrupted him, "You haven't had enough to eat since you were a child. Now you are full. Don't suffer from hunger anymore. Senior brother is fine."
When the rice is boiled, the cauldron makes a "gurgling" sound.
Through the rising smoke, you can see some worry on Zhao Lin's face.
The problem of eating is not a big deal, he can at most overcome it. What he is worried about is cultivation.
After joining the sect for nearly two months, I can already clearly see the talent gap between the disciples.
Lin Chaoran has already opened nineteen spiritual apertures with one stroke of Juechen. It is estimated that he will be able to enter the third level of Qi Refining next month. The speed is terrifying.
Several disciples with high-grade spiritual roots have also opened more than ten spiritual orifices and are about to touch the threshold of the second level of Qi Refining.
Zhao Lin doesn't feel jealous. Cultivation is his own business. No matter how fast others practice, he won't lose a piece of flesh.
But if development continues at this rate, there is little hope of building a foundation in the future.
One in a hundred foundation building is for all the monks in Xuanyuan Continent.
In a large sect like Chenghua Sect, the success rate can be improved a little through elixirs and exercises, but it is only one and a half more.
There are forty-five disciples this year, how many can build the foundation? How many people are in Zifu?
The outlook is very bleak.
Zhao Lin inquired about some of the deeds of Lu Yuanxiu, a senior of the Xingyun Sect. He was able to cultivate to the Purple Mansion Realm. On the one hand, he had great luck. On the other hand, he escaped from death several times and made great contributions to the sect, which earned him abundant resources.
You may not be able to walk the same path yourself.
Naturally, he thought of the spirit beast map.
There is an empty grid in the spirit beast map, which was originally reserved for immortal spirits. Now it seems that such creatures do not exist at all.
If you want to live forever, the best way is to cultivate to a higher realm.
What kind of monster spirit can speed up cultivation?
During this time, Zhao Lin often stayed in the library to check relevant information.
There are many relevant records in the library, as well as monographs introducing the monsters and strange insects on the continent.
There was indeed something that moved Zhao Lin's heart.
For example, the powerful mountain-moving beast, the electric dragon that can spray thunder and lightning from its mouth, the venomous phantom spider that comes and goes like the wind, the purple-striped scorpion that eats gold and iron, and the purple-striped scorpion that is not afraid of any magic weapon...
However, my heart is racing, these monster beasts are too powerful and out of reach.
Moreover, even if the souls of these monsters are absorbed, it will not be of any help to the realm of cultivation.
If you fail to build the foundation, no matter how strong your combat power is, it will eventually be reduced to a handful of loess.
Unable to find the answer in the book, Zhao Lin did not give up.
The types of creatures in Xuanyuan Continent are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River. Only a small part can be recorded in the book, and there are many unknown monsters and strange insects that are not listed.
The best way to find the right spirit is to see and understand it with your own eyes.
But Zhao Lin is now a practicing disciple and cannot enter and leave Hanchi County at will. In fact, even if he is allowed to go out, he does not want to take the risk.
If your own cultivation level is too low, you will die if you encounter a slightly more powerful monster.
While he was thinking about it, the small tripod suddenly made a "click" sound.
The rice is cooked.
Zhao Lin suddenly had an idea and patted his thigh, "Don't Hanchi County raise many spiritual beasts and insects?"
"It's dark under the lamp!"
Sorry, today's chapter is a bit short.
The new map is slowly unfolding and it takes time to figure out the details. Please forgive me.
(End of chapter)
