Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

The night is dark and windy.

In the small courtyard.

The lights in Zhou Dao's house were still on, and the dim candlelight elongated the shadows, swaying on the window paper.

"Let's see what kind of surprises we will have this time."

Zhou Dao took out the corpses of [parasites] from the green pan treasure bag.

This is a middle-level monster at the evil level, and in terms of rank, it is still above the leader.

"Sacrifice!"

Zhou Dao flicked his fingers, and a drop of blood shot out and landed on the corpse of [Parasite].

[Sacrifice the parasite, and get a catty of Lingya rice as a reward]

A mechanical voice sounded in Zhou Dao's mind.

The golden light hangs down, and grains of rice like jade fall down.

Each grain is full and transparent, like a milk, exuding a faint fragrance, faintly shiny and flickering.

"This is Domi!?"

Zhou Dao was stunned.

The so-called Dao rice is different from the whole grains eaten by ordinary people.

Conceived in October, congenitally ignorant, once born, eat the qi of five grains, the innate yang will be vented, and it will be difficult to replenish the acquired.

[Daomi] is planted by the secret method of Taoism. It absorbs the light of the sun and the moon, swallows the energy of mountains and rivers, breeds the changes of yin and yang, strengthens the power of the outside, nourishes the blood and energy inside, returns to the original, and enhances the potential.

This is the food that cultivators dream of, eat it day and night, and practice profound skills, and you can ascend to heaven.

The so-called food is the most important thing for the people.

In ancient times, [Daomi] was the foundation of the sect and an indispensable resource for cultivation. Together with incense, it was a food.

Lingya rice is a kind of Dao rice.

"Good stuff." Zhou Dao picked up a grain of 【Spirit Yam Rice】.

Different from the whole grains that are eaten on weekdays, Lingya rice is like jade, which is warm and moist to the touch.

"This thing is much more precious than the Seven Treasures Divine Soul Incense.

"Zhou Dao whispered.

In ancient times, every Taoist sect had a secret [Daomi], and the cultivation, sowing, and harvesting were all secret.

This is the foundation of founding the mountain and establishing the sect. Those Taoist priests ate [Daomi] since childhood.

Neither strength nor potential is comparable to what it is now.

Later, Daomi was gradually lost, the seeds were hard to find, and there was no way to cultivate it.

Up to now, only the six major gates in the world still have the treasured [Daomi] inheritance.

"How do you eat this thing?" Zhou Dao looked at Lingya rice.

There is a record about Daomi in "The Work Manual of Yuyaosi".

All fire cannot be steamed and cooked, and it needs to be eaten by secret methods.

When there was a famine in the past, a Taoist priest went down the mountain and passed a farmer's house.

Seeing that the Taoist was alone, the farmer took out the little grain left in the house to entertain him.

Feeling the kindness of the farmer, the Taoist left behind some taels of corn in the bag before leaving.

The farmer opened the bag and saw that the corn was different, three inches like a sword, with gold patterns hidden in it, and it was not cooked after a day and a night of high fire.

Later, the noble gentry in the town knew about it, came to have a look, and recognized it, it was [Jian Jin Rice], a kind of Dao rice.

Knowing the opportunity, the noble gentry left three thousand taels of silver and bought the three taels of [Sword Gold Rice].

Later, the farm family took advantage of this to make a fortune and became a well-known local family.

On the contrary, since the wealthy gentry acquired [Sword Golden Rice], their family has declined, and within ten years, they have completely withered, and in the end the noble gentry became even more of a beggar.

It can be seen from this that not everyone can live in such treasures.

"I'll try!"

Zhou Dao lit a fire and started a stove, took out two taels of [Lingya rice] and steamed it on a large pot.

A full hour.

The grains of Lingya rice are still round and plump, and there seems to be no sign of cooking, but the aroma is diffuse.

"Damn it, whoever lives and cooks at night doesn't have to go to work tomorrow."

In the distance, there was a dry howl.

Zhou Dao turned off the fire, gathered the Lingya rice and put it in the green pan treasure bag.

"It would be great if there was a pressure cooker." Zhou Dao curled his lips.

Obviously, ordinary methods cannot cook Lingya rice.

Zhou Dao saw that his belief was difficult, so he had this treasure, plus Chunyang relic, and Chunyang pill.

He was able to break through again in a short period of time and step into the third level of real fire.

"Unfortunately, there is no detailed record in the "Monster Yusi Work Manual." Zhou Dao sighed.

After all, Daomi is a rare item, almost lost, so naturally there will not be too many records in the "Monster Yusi Work Manual".

"Go to see Uncle Qin tomorrow."

There are quite a few secret records of ghosts and monsters in the No. 73 Book Club, most of which were brought out from the school where Uncle Qin stayed in those years, and they are quite precious.

Like Zhou Dao's favorite "Strange Demon Chronicles", Uncle Qin said that it was out of print, but it was a gift from an old friend.

He was the only one who had seen the entire Ping'an Town, and Uncle Qin had never shown it to other people.

the next day.

Just after dawn, Zhou Dao came to 【No. 73 Book Club】.

Zhou Dao also asked about why it was called this name.

Uncle Qin kept silent.

"Xiao Zhou, it's so early today." Uncle Qin poked his head out of the shop and asked with squinted eyes when he saw Zhou Dao.

"There are not many young people who are as studious and filial as you are."

As he spoke, Uncle Qin's eyes showed approval.

Zhou Dao's filial piety is well-known in Ping'an Town. During the holidays, some people saw him burning paper to worship, but he didn't know who he was worshiping, and he didn't even have a coffin tombstone.

"Uncle Qin was joking, I'm not that good."

Zhou Dao said with a dry smile, his good reputation was accumulated bit by bit.

Walking into the bookstore, Zhou Dao went to the innermost bookshelf and rummaged through it.

Daomi, these kinds of treasures are now considered to be extremely out of the way, and there are really no such treasures in ordinary books.

"Xiao Zhou, what does it smell like on you? It smells so good." Uncle Qin came over and said with narrowed eyes.

"Maybe it's body fragrance!" Zhou Dao knew clearly, it should be the aroma from the steamed Lingya rice yesterday.

"..."

"Uncle Qin, have you heard of Daomi?" Zhou Dao asked casually.

After all, Uncle Qin had stayed in the imperial capital, and he also ran a book club, so he was well-informed, and he might have seen it in some ancient book.

"Of course I've heard that more than 20 years ago, a major event happened in the imperial capital, which attracted the attention of the world, and it was related to Daomi." Uncle Qin sat down, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"What's the big deal?"

"At that time, Taiji Academy held a competition, and took out three thousand catties of [Emperor Rice], whoever ate more would be the final winner, and he could directly enter Taiji Academy, and after graduation, he would give it to Yu Yaosi Headquarters."

Tianhuang rice is also a kind of [Dao rice], which is a secret treasure of Taiji Academy.

"Big stomach king competition!?" Zhou Dao stopped searching and was stunned for a moment.

Enter the Taiji Academy and escort the Yuyaosi!

Is this the choice of the rice bucket, or the choice of the demon slayer guard?

"That grand event was really lively. I remember that the winner in the end was a little fat man. He was white and tender. He ate eight hundred catties in one go. He could only eat..."

"What?" Zhou Dao's eyes widened, and he was stunned.

Tianhuang rice contains extremely pure vitality, and an ordinary person can last three days after eating one grain.

Eight hundred catties of Emperor Rice, what a huge amount of energy, even for Zhou Dao now, it would be impossible for him to eat it all in a month.

A meal of effort?

Is this riding horse still human?

"There are such people in this world?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, that little fat man is quite famous now, it seems to be..."

"what?"

"The Food Pillar, one of the Nine Divine Pillars!"