Roy is an ancient spiritual creature. Since he has lived in Kunlun for a long time, he often regards fairy medicine as a snack. Whenever he encounters it, he will forcefully pick it or nibble it in his mouth. He is squandering it without knowing how to cherish it. At this time, the hairy hair disturbs the fairy mushroom and directly scares the number of pearl mushrooms to paralysis. , anyone who sees it will feel heartache.
Yan Ci was worried that Mr. Jia was deliberately causing harm, so he hurriedly waved his sleeves and sacrificed the golden bead, which was shining brightly. Every now and then, he saw angry flames pouring down, covering the entire medicine field at his fingertips.
As soon as the spell was recited, the golden clouds shrank suddenly, and the Xi soil and the fairy mushrooms were absorbed without a trace.
Hua Mei noticed that the aura of recognizing the owner of the Supreme Good Pearl was very weak, and couldn't help but praise: "In just sixteen years, the secret technique of fragmentation has been quite effective. Brother Yan is really impressive."
These words made Yan Ci feel sad, and he sighed dejectedly: "If the fairy knew what price Yan had paid, he would never say such heartwarming words."
Roy suddenly felt displeased and said angrily: "I have gone through hard work, shouldn't I ask for reward! Taking half of the spiritual materials instead of all, doesn't it count as kindness!"
It suddenly dawned on Hua Mei that Wushan once gave Yan Ci a full set of Sumeru ring spiritual objects to use as assistance and compensation for the detached fairy beads. As a benevolent spirit, how could Roy allow Yan Ci to eat alone?
According to daily observation, Mr. Jia is by no means a warm-hearted person, and he always asks for benefits whenever he asks for advice.
For example, in the Sanxingdong group, the invitees, Yan Ci and Hua Mei, were exploited victims. The key is that Luoyi wanted to monopolize a share of the spiritual treasure before he had accomplished anything. It was really unreasonable!
Hua Mei wondered: "Brother Luo owns the Kunlun Fairy Mountain and has countless elixirs. Why is he not satisfied?"
Roy touched his belly and said: "Although there are many elixirs, the time is longer, and there is not enough time for me to digest them!"
Yan Ci was furious and complained: "This guy ate all the herbs in the mountain, and they still grew into three-inch nails. What a waste of food!"
When he thought of climbing to the Kunlun Fairy Mountain and seeing the miserable situation of the mountain with clean land and smoky air, Yan Ci had a look of despair.
Roy said proudly: "As long as you eat meat at home, don't worry about whether others have soup."
Lips and tongues quarreled with each other. Hua Mei was afraid that her words would lead to endless nonsense, so she immediately closed her eyes and concentrated, and slowly pushed a ray of spiritual thought from between her eyebrows.
The spiritual thought was tangible and intangible, and it quickly traveled along another medicinal field, exploding into countless rays of the sun. The flowers and leaves were intertwined and densely wrapped, and the entire medicinal field was contained in the Sumeru Ring.
Yan Ci said in surprise: "Hey, the magical power of transport!"
Moving is different from the small and monotonous object removal technique. It is a Tao method that ignores obstacles such as strength and space and moves giant objects from one place to another.
The moving techniques spread in the world include five ghosts, doll moving technique, green clam repaying money technique, teleportation technique, etc. Most of them use talismans or psychic props as mediums. The power of mind transfer can be called a magical power, and it cannot be practiced by those who have extremely strong eight senses.
Hua Mei bowed with her crotch folded, and said with a slight smile: "It's just a little trick, showing off one's ugliness."
Yan Ci was speechless, and Roy touched his palm and said, "Look, this is called pattern. It's not like the young boy Yan who has nothing to do to show off his skills."
After chatting and joking for a while, I had time to look around the rest of the room. The east and west wings of the courtyard were set up as a library and a black and white room.
The scroll room is a place used to store secret Taoist books and atlases. Unfortunately, there are only signatures left on the jade shelves lined up along the wall, and not even a speck of dust is visible.
Yan Ci lamented repeatedly, looking for her but returning empty-handed. Hua Mei, with her sharp eyes, picked up a few pieces of silk in the cracks of the wall.
The silk book is old and lists the names of medicines such as flowers, plants, fruit stems and small-print annotations, which is quite detailed.
Hua Mei took a closer look, raised her eyebrows and said, "If you feel sleepy, give me a pillow. The cave master here is really kind-hearted."
Yan Ci took it and browsed it, and saw that there were three kinds of elixirs with Xianzhi as the main medicine. He couldn't help but sigh: "Sending medicines and elixirs, he is more than kind-hearted, he is like a living Bodhisattva!"
After further searching, I found nothing, so I moved to the Black and White Museum.
As the name suggests, this place is where the cave owner plays chess in his spare time, and is commonly known as the Wangyou Pavilion.
The small window in the museum is half open, the breeze is cool, the colors are soft, and the furnishings are airy and bright.
On the wall facing the wall hangs a calligraphy and painting with the character "碁" in it. The brush strokes are vigorous and graceful, and the verse says: Know the mystery of black and white, and understand the subtleties of yin and yang.
At the bottom of the hanging painting are chess tables, chess piers and chess boxes. The shapes are simple and full of Zen charm, translucent and full of light, and the materials are like extraordinary objects.
Looking closely, there are not enough black and white chess pieces and there is no chessboard.
Yan Ciliandao was weird, his mind stayed on the Sumeru Ring for a few breaths, and he actually took out a chessboard made of the same material.
The charm of the flower is like sitting in the clouds and mist, and I am busy asking about its origin.
According to the description, that year when all the demons in Qingqiu Mountain were in chaos, Qing Ming killed King Ming and captured the chessboard. Because he didn't know the material, he deliberately paid attention to it when searching for souls.
From the memory of King Ming, we can know: A certain woodcutter went into the mountains to cut trees and met a monk and a master playing chess under the pine tree, so he sat and watched. Because he ate one of the dates given by the Master, he was not hungry all day long. At the end of the game, the woodcutter returned home, looking at the woodcutter as dead. When he got home, he was shocked to realize that he had been living in this world for so long, but his wife did not dare to recognize her in her old age.
The woodcutter suspected that he had met an immortal and went back into the forest to solve the mystery. Both the monk and the master disappeared, only two children were left waiting, holding chess pieces as gifts to each other, and said: "It is fate that we meet, and you can live another hundred years." After saying this, he transformed into two chess pieces, black and white, and jumped onto the chessboard. The woodcutter returned home happily and told everyone he met about this strange thing. Everyone on the road was surprised. He named his mountain "Lanke" and talked about it widely. King Ming passed by that place and heard the legend of the Chess Immortal, so he looked for the woodcutter and exchanged a lot of gold for the chessboard, which was called the chessboard with the same name.
This statement was absurd and bizarre, and Hua Mei was half convinced after hearing it.
Yan Ci continued: "The rotten Ke chessboard contains immortal energy and is as light as rotten wood. It was once cast by a demonic spell by King Ming. When it was driven, it looked like a ghost shrouded in black mist and possessed tremendous power. Unfortunately, the master had to refine it several times. The transformation failed, so it remains idle till now.”
Hua Mei knew a little about chess, and when she looked closely, she saw that the chessboard had only seventeen vertical and horizontal lines, nearly a hundred pieces, and a sophisticated killing method.
Black's chess moves cautiously, gradually occupying the hinterland, while White strives for real space, but still has a masterful maneuver when falling behind. Especially the last move is a stroke of genius, and Black suddenly shows his tightness.
Suddenly Tan Zhen said: "The chessboard is made of Yangqing stone, which is not easy to refine. It is often used to absorb the turbidity of spiritual treasures. It is not a rare thing."
Hua Mei said: "It's strange because the chess table and chessboard are made of the same material. Could it be that the owner of Sanxing Cave is a monk or master from Lanke Mountain?"
Roy urged: "Speed up the pace. It wouldn't be bad if the cave owner happens to come back and catch us stealing!"
Yan Ci said calmly: "If this comes true, just plant the fairy mushroom back again."
Roy said: "Idiot, is it true that an immortal is easy to fool?"
Yan Ci said: "Isn't it fair to leave Brother Luo to the immortal as a plaything?"
Roy was a little dumbfounded and said blankly: "Where are you playing?"
Yan Ci responded with a silly remark, and immediately put the chess table, chess piers and other items into his bag, claiming that he had gathered a set of chess equipment first, and then he could learn such elegant things as chess, calligraphy and painting.
Walking along the corridor into the depths of the courtyard and passing through the Full Moon Gate, two bodhi trees are planted under the hall, with lush branches and leaves, green and elegant.
The furnishings in the main room are weird, and the tables and chairs are arranged according to the rules. The only ornaments and toys are the Jade Buddha, the reclining Buddha, the sitting Buddha, the happy Buddha, the joyful Buddha, the blue lamp Buddha III, which can be found everywhere.
Hua Mei felt very uneasy and asked again: "Is the Master of Sanxing Cave really a Buddhist immortal?"
"If the legend is true, it is most likely the monk who loves to play chess." Yan Ci touched his chin and suddenly asked Tan Zhen, "Hey, what secrets do you Buddhas hide? The lower world is so frequent, should the cave master Could he be a former friend of the monk?"
Tan Zhen said decisively: "It is said that the immortal soul of that man was destroyed during the bloody battle and cannot be resurrected. What's more, the old friend is impetuous and has no plans. He neither has the patience to play chess in Lan Keshan, nor the leisurely mood to open a cave in Menggu Mountain."
Yan Ci didn't comment. He looked around and saw no other treasures. The ear room was also empty, so he walked into the back room behind the hall.
The third time you enter the courtyard, which is the private place of the cave owner, the atmosphere of cultivation becomes stronger.
Unfortunately, after a tour, the alchemy room and the spiritual pet room were empty, there were several futons in the quiet room, and the furnace of incense had long been burned out.
It seems that the cave owner left calmly. Except for the fairy mushrooms, which need to be cultivated carefully and cannot be moved without permission, the rest of the things were taken with him.
The bedroom is spacious but minimalist, with a lotus Buddha lamp lit on the jade table under the couch.
The Buddhist lamp burned quietly, the light flickered and separated, as if it had been lit for hundreds of years, exuding a gloomy and ancient smell.
Under the lamp are three jade dolls, with strange shapes and as transparent as glass. They hold gourds, jade tablets and Ruyi in their palms.
Yan Ci felt a sense of horror as he glanced at it.
The auspicious energy of the Buddhist lamp is condensed within, and the aura is extremely strong. A small barrier is arranged with lotus shadows. The colorful flames on the edge of the wick are steaming, and there are occasional bursts of sparks. The fairy spirit energy is used as the lamp oil, releasing a stronger fairy spirit energy.
"It seems to be a secret soul-locking lamp passed down by Buddhism. It contains a wisp of Buddhist lamp fire soul. It is auspicious when encountering wood. It shines brightly in places where the sun and moon do not shine. It can preserve the soul of the soul and make it immortal." Roy rubbed his eyebrows and said, " After my soul was split, my memory is very blurry, and only a little bit of memory remains."
Hua Mei said: "Could it be the same thing as the Yuanhun Lamp that is often said in the world?"
Roy said: "Otherwise, the Soul Lamp brings blessings and misfortune. When a person dies, the lamp goes out. The Soul Locking Lamp can seal the remaining soul, leaving a glimmer of hope for rebirth."
Tan Zhen said: "What Tan Yue said is wrong. This method is about nourishing the soul rather than locking the soul. The lampstand is made of shadow stone and red scales, and the suluo tendons are rubbed to make the wick. The hidden seals and feather heart seals are knotted The world is a unique secret technique used by old monks and old friends to "nurture the soul and body, and use it to travel in the spirit"."
Yan Ci said coldly: "The monk just vowed that his friend would die and he had no plan. Why should he regret his words?"
Tan Zhen said sarcastically: "It's actually because my old friend behaves recklessly and often gets angry. Please forgive the old monk for speaking falsely."
