Hanchi County is not a big one among the hundreds of counties in the Chenghua Sect. It is at the middle level in terms of the number of monks and the geographical area.
But although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. Hanchi County has a fu pavilion specially used for making talismans, a casting hall for refining weapons, an alchemy platform for refining alchemy, as well as medicine fields, tea gardens, mulberry forests, wine shops, and beehives...
When selecting the site for the Spiritual Dao Temple, they thought that this place could draw out the earth fire, and that the five elements in the earth veins were complete, which was suitable for the growth of spiritual plants, and it was convenient for the disciples to learn various Taoist arts.
As time went by, these industries slowly developed and operated quite well, especially the three most famous ones: Lingsi silk robe, Songyufeng tea, and Tibetan sword cold fish.
Zhao Lin plans to find suitable spirits in these places.
Although there are blue-necked egrets, five-colored egrets, golden apes and other spiritual beasts in the county, Zhao Lin does not dare to take advantage of them.
Moreover, these spirit beasts are mainly used to decorate the facade, or as mounts for foundation-building monks, and have no outstanding specialties.
Zhao Lin came to the foot of Guangze Peak, glanced at the map in his hand, looked up towards the mountain, and saw a large Bailing mulberry forest on the northern hillside.
He nodded slightly and said to himself: "Sang Lin should be over there!"
Along the mountain road, turn north and go up, and when you reach the vicinity of the mulberry forest, you are blocked by a ban.
The restricted area was gray, with obvious spiritual power fluctuations, and there was a sign on the ground saying "No entry for idlers."
Zhao Lin stopped, took out his identity jade token, and shined it on the restriction, and suddenly a white light flew into it.
Not long after, a thirty-year-old monk with thick eyebrows as thick as two brushes came out and looked at Zhao Lin with doubts on his face.
Without waiting for the other party to speak, Zhao Lin took the initiative to explain: "This senior brother, I am Zhao Lin, is a new disciple of Lingdao Academy."
Brother Nongmei had already noticed it from Zhao Lin's clothes, but he still stretched out his palm and said expressionlessly: "Show me the jade plaque."
Zhao Lin flipped his palm, and the jade token slowly flew into Brother Nongmei's hand as if it had wings.
A trace of surprise flashed in Brother Nongmei's eyes. Zhao Lin only had the first level of Qi refining, how could he control objects through the air?
But he immediately realized that the opponent was using martial arts.
"I heard that there is a martial arts cultivator among the new disciples. It turns out to be you!"
Brother Nongmei finally had a smile on his face and asked, "What are you doing here..."
Zhao Lin said humbly: "Senior brother should also know that a disciple must choose a Taoist art after one year of entry. I want to know about it in advance so that I can have a good idea."
Senior Brother Nongmei chuckled, "Planting mulberry and raising silkworms is a traditional Taoist skill of our Chenghua Sect. It's rare that Junior Brother is interested, so come in."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and released the restriction.
Walking into Sanglin, Zhao Lin looked curious and asked a few questions.
Brother Nongmei was very enthusiastic and took Zhao Lin for a walk in the forest while explaining to him the entire process of making the spiritual silk robe.
The so-called Taoist arts are a collection of Taoist arts and techniques.
For example, making alchemy starts from identifying the medicinal materials, to understanding the structure of the alchemy furnace, becoming familiar with the temperament of the medicine cauldron, and the most critical fire control spell.
To refine a furnace of elixirs, seven or eight or even a dozen fire control spells are often used, and it is by no means an overnight success.
The same is true for making robes. Not only must you be proficient in spiritual plants, but you must also be able to use spells to soothe spiritual silkworms, control cold, heat, dryness, and humidity, and repel pests, etc.
Brother Nongmei spoke carefully, and Zhao Lin also listened carefully. Although he was not interested in planting mulberry trees, it was always good to know more about it. Maybe he would actually engage in this industry in the future?
When Brother Nongmei talked about pests such as stink bugs, bitter knot bugs, and cockroaches that affected the growth of mulberry trees, Zhao Lin carefully inquired about the characteristics of these bugs and found that there were no insects suitable for cultivation.
After Brother Nongmei finished speaking, because he had to be busy with other things, he called a silkworm farmer and asked him to take Zhao Lin to visit the silkworm room.
The silkworm farmer was an old man in his fifties with gray hair and no spiritual power fluctuations in his body. Zhao Lin knew he was a mortal at a glance, but he still said respectfully: "I'm sorry to bother you, father-in-law."
The thick-browed senior brother grinned, with a bright smile on his face.
This old silkworm farmer is actually Senior Brother Nongmei's uncle in the mortal world. His parents died young when he was young, and he was raised entirely by his uncle.
After practicing Taoism, in order to repay his family's kindness, he brought his uncle to the sect, hoping that the old man would enjoy peace and happiness.
However, the old man had worked hard for most of his life and could not rest idle in the world of cultivating immortals. Brother Nongmei had no choice but to arrange for him to enter the mulberry garden and work with him.
Zhao Lin respects his relatives, and Senior Brother Nongmei is certainly happy to see him.
The old silkworm farmer also had a smile on his face, bent down and said, "Master Immortal, you're welcome, come with me."
There are many stone niches in the silkworm room, and there are as few as seven or eight, as many as a dozen or so spiritual silkworms in the niches.
These colorful silkworms kept eating the leaves of Bailing mulberry, making a rustling sound like drizzle.
Zhao Lin approached the stone niche and found that there were restrictions placed on it to prevent the spiritual silkworms from escaping from inside.
Looking at the spiritual silkworm inside again, he couldn't help but take a breath.
Seeing this, the old silkworm farmer took the initiative to explain: "Master, please look, the white ones are ice silkworms, the red ones are fire cloud silkworms, and the green ones are water wood silkworms..."
"The silk spun out by these spiritual silkworms is not only strong and tough, and is not afraid of water, fire and sharp blades, but the robes made of different spiritual silkworms can also resist various spell attacks."
Although the old man was not a monk, his words were quite clear and logical.
In fact, even if he didn't introduce it, Zhao Lin would recognize that these zerg, which are extremely rare in the small world, are just bugs used to spin silk here.
There were six kinds of spiritual silkworms raised in the silkworm room. Zhao Lin looked around and found none that he liked.
The Ice Silkworm and the Fire Cloud Silkworm are already in the spirit beast map, and the other silkworms only have different attributes.
My spiritual roots have already been finalized, so there is no point in absorbing one more attribute.
"It seems there is nothing here that I want."
Zhao Lin thought about this and said to the old silkworm farmer: "Thank you, husband. I have gained a lot of knowledge today, so I won't bother you anymore. Please help me to say thank you to my senior brother..."
After coming out of the mulberry garden, Zhao Lin stood under a big tree on the roadside and thought for a while, then decided to go to Songyu Peak opposite.
There are many spiritual fields and tea gardens on Songyu Peak. It is said that there are many small spiritual animals such as green wood sparrows, long-tailed pheasants, and six-clawed toads in the mountains, which are used to drive away pests.
Although he already had a general understanding of the characteristics and habits of these spiritual beasts, he had to see them with his own eyes before he could feel reassured.
Walking down Guangze Peak and passing through the valley between the two peaks, a clear blue lake appears in front of you.
This lake is called Tsing Yi Lake. The lake is cold and is rich in a kind of fat, white and delicious cold-water fish that is rich in aura.
Because there is a bone sword hidden in the skull of the fish, it is also known as the cold fish with a hidden sword.
Zhao Lin heard from his brother Chuan Gong that every New Year, the Lingdao Academy would use Tibetan Sword Hanyu to prepare spiritual meals for the disciples to enjoy.
There is a layer of white mist floating around the lake, and there are obviously restrictions placed on it.
"I wonder if there are any other aquatic species in this lake besides spirit fish?"
Zhao Lin thought for a while and thought that since he was here, he shouldn't miss it and just go in to find out.
Thinking of this, I took out the jade sign and shined it into the ban...
"It turns out you are a junior fellow student from Lingdao Academy. I welcome you."
The person guarding Qingyi Lake was a young monk wearing a green robe. He said he was welcome, but his expression was very cold.
Knowing Zhao Lin's intention, the green-robed monk summoned a man in yellow who was over forty years old.
"Brother Hu, please take this Junior Brother Zhao around and call me if you need anything."
After saying that, he left calmly.
The man in yellow is also a monk, but his cultivation level does not match his age.
Zhao Lin now only has proficiency in two of the most basic spells, one is the Qi Watching Technique and the other is the Spiritual Sword Technique.
I just used the Qi Watching Technique to observe that the man in yellow has weak spiritual energy, only at the level of the early stage of Qi refining.
It stands to reason that no matter how poor your talent is, you should not be at this level after practicing for more than 20 years.
Zhao Lin changed his mind and guessed that the other party must be a mortal spiritual root monk.
Monk Fan Linggen is a relatively special existence. Because he can practice Taoism and refine Qi, he cannot be regarded as a mortal.
However, ordinary spiritual root monks only have one or two spiritual root nodes, and their ability to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is very weak.
Most of them spend their whole lives, and their cultivation can only stay in the early stage of Qi refining. A few can enter the middle stage of Qi refining, but that's the end.
Therefore, Fanlinggen monks mostly engage in auxiliary work, using their limited mana to help orthodox monks do some redundant and tedious tasks.
"I've met Brother Hu."
Zhao Lin raised his hands and said seriously.
"It's easy to talk, but I wonder what Junior Brother Zhao wants to know? I will tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything!"
The monk surnamed Hu responded very enthusiastically.
Zhao Lin noticed that his hands were covered with calluses, turned his head and glanced at the lake, and saw a small boat parked on the shore, and he had a second thought.
"Brother Hu often patrols the lake, right? How about you continue doing your work and I watch from the sidelines? If you have any questions, I hope Brother Hu will give you some advice."
The monk surnamed Hu smiled and said: "That's okay, it just so happens that I have to patrol every morning and evening."
Then he invited Zhao Lin to board the boat, and while rowing skillfully, he told him some knowledge about taking care of spiritual fish.
The Hidden Sword Cold Fish has a delicate body and has extremely high requirements for water quality. The main job of the monk surnamed Hu is to observe the health of the fish and whether the lake water is polluted.
If there are pests such as constrictor bugs, anchor-head snails, and fish-eating lice in the lake, people will be sent to kill them.
Zhao Lin listened for a while and observed silently.
He saw the lake was so clear that he could see the bottom at a glance, and the hidden sword-cold fish were swimming freely in the water. He thought to himself: This lake... I'm afraid there is no spirit he is looking for.
When the boat reached the middle of the lake, the monk surnamed Hu suddenly threw away the oar, made a magic spell with his hand, and fired a "water arrow" into the water.
Whoosh!
The water arrow sank into the lake, and after a while, a palm-sized fish with stripes on its body emerged from the bottom of the water.
The monk surnamed Hu caught the fish and laughed loudly, "I hit another one!"
The fish looks very strange, with a small head and a big tail, a wide and flat body, with stripes across its body, and rich lips, like suckers.
Zhao Lin asked curiously: "What kind of fish is this? Why does it look like this?"
The monk surnamed Hu smiled and said, "This fish is called Pipa catfish. Do you think it looks like a Pipa?"
While the two were talking, the Pipa catfish suddenly moved a few times, struggled violently, and made a "gurgling" sound when its fins rubbed against each other.
Zhao Lin was slightly surprised and said: "This fish has a strong body."
Water archery is condensed by the essence of water. It is as fast as a sharp arrow. Even at an entry level, it can easily penetrate the body of ordinary fish.
The monk surnamed Hu is not very advanced, but because of this, he has studied this art for many years and has reached the level of "proficient" in water archery.
The Pipa Catfish was hit by a spell, and it can actually move its head and tail, and jump around. It's definitely not simple!
The monk surnamed Hu nodded, "Junior brother is right, the Pipa fish has strong skin and tough flesh, and is especially not afraid of water magic."
Then he looked straight and said: "To say that the most harmful thing to the Hidden Sword Cold Fish in this lake is actually the Pipa Catfish."
Zhao Lin was very cooperative and said: "Brother Hu, please speak!"
The monk surnamed Hu continued: "Although it usually feeds on underwater sludge and algae, it seems harmless to humans and animals, and it can also clean up the lake."
"But if the Tibetan sword fish is even slightly injured, the Pipa catfish can smell the smell and catch up with it, adsorbing on the wound until it sucks the injured fish dry."
"And it also steals the eggs of the Tibetan Swordfish, which is really bad!"
After hearing this, Zhao Lin felt that the habits of the Pipa catfish were similar to those of the scavengers in his previous life. He wondered if this thing was also an invasive species?
After the monk surnamed Hu finished speaking, he placed the Pipa Catfish on the frame of the boat and took out a short ax from under the side of the boat.
Zhao Lin was stunned, "Brother Hu, are you trying to cut the fish into pieces?"
The monk surnamed Hu shook his head and said seriously: "Junior brother Zhao doesn't know something. The skull of the Pipa catfish is extremely hard and cannot be killed easily. It also has a very strong self-healing ability. If you don't kill it to death, it may come back to life in a few days." .”
After hearing this, Zhao Lin understood that many animals have the ability to heal themselves, such as sea cucumbers, starfish, geckos, salamanders, etc., and even their internal organs can recover as before after losing a part of their body.
But when he expressed his thoughts, the monk surnamed Hu shook his head repeatedly, "It's different. The beasts you mentioned can regenerate their limbs, but it will take several months, or even dozens of days at the fastest."
"But Pipa Catfish..."
While speaking, he used the ax blade to cut a deep wound on Pipa Catfish's body, and blood immediately gushed out.
However, after only a few breaths, the wound healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When I blinked again, the wound was gone!
Zhao Lin took a deep breath and didn't speak for a long time.
Seeing how surprised he was, the monk surnamed Hu was quite proud, "How is it? Let me tell you, although this evil beast is ugly, its ability to recover is rare in the world."
Zhao Lin nodded silently, deeply convinced.
Apart from being amazed, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
With such self-healing ability, if one day you encounter danger and are seriously injured, as long as the vital part is not injured, you can recover. No matter how you look at it, you are an excellent spirit.
Unfortunately, there is only one square left in the spirit beast map.
If you can't speed up your cultivation, no matter how good your spirit is, you can only reluctantly part with it.
"Brother Hu, how long can Pipa catfish live?"
"It's only two or three years. If it can live a long life, what's the point?"
It seems that super recovery ability cannot increase life span...
Zhao Lin sighed secretly and said goodbye to his senior brother named Hu, planning to visit Songyu Peak before it got dark.
"Okay, I'll take my junior brother ashore."
The monk surnamed Hu controlled the boat and rowed towards the shore.
Halfway through the boat, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed in Zhao Lin's mind. He stared into the void for a moment and hit his palm hard with his fist.
"Yes, that's it!"
(End of chapter)
