Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

The middle-aged scribe escaped very quickly, even in a panic.

Chen Yuan looked at his back with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

He wanted to kill this person, but after weighing it, he still didn't do it.

Zhouyang Academy is not even a small sect, but there is a White Deer Academy behind it, and its headmaster is a late-Jiedan monk.

Confucian and Taoist monks attach great importance to studying, so the sects in Renzhou are also very special. Many sects exist in the form of academies. In addition to the disciples who inherit the academy's orthodoxy, Confucian and Taoist monks are also allowed to enter the academy to practice.

Confucian and Taoist monks need to cultivate awe-inspiring aura. In addition to cultivation, they also need an understanding of Confucianism and Taoism. In this regard, low-level monks are not necessarily weaker than high-level monks.

There are even some mortal great scholars who have no spiritual roots in their bodies and cannot embark on the path of cultivating immortals, but they have developed a pure and rich aura of awe-inspiring aura. The best among them can even become the guests of Yuanying monks.

If these casual practitioners want to enter the academy to practice, they must have some insights in Confucianism and Taoism, leave a volume of their own articles, or comment on the classics of the sages.

The scriptures of the sages are obscure and difficult for low-level monks to understand, but the articles of these low-level monks can make it easier for them to get started, make it easier for them to cultivate a noble spirit, and also enrich the library of the academy.

These casual cultivators can come and go freely in the academy. Some will stay in the academy forever, similar to guest ministers, but with a much lower status. Others will leave the academy and establish their own family sects.

The first headmaster of Zhouyang Academy, who was also the master of the middle-aged scribe, once practiced in Bailu Academy. Later, he successfully built the foundation. He left Bailu Academy and came to Zhouyang Mountain to establish Zhouyang Academy. It has been over one hundred and seventy years since then. Year.

Relying on this relationship, Zhouyang Academy became close to White Deer Academy. It paid annual tribute every year and received the protection of White Deer Academy.

Chen Yuan's killing of Li Wenqu was nothing, he was just a Qi Refining monk, but if he killed a middle-aged scribe, White Deer Academy would definitely interfere.

Although he is not afraid of the mountain leader of the White Deer Academy who is in the late stage of pill formation, he will not arbitrarily enmity with a monk of the same level.

Moreover, Li Qingshan's home is in Qingshan Village. Even if Chen Yuan is not afraid of offending White Deer Academy, it will be a disaster for the Li family.

After the middle-aged scribe escaped, Chen Yuan lowered his head to look at the beautiful middle-aged woman and said calmly: "Li Wenqu made rude remarks to me and was killed by me. I think you are innocent and a mortal, so I didn't pay attention to you. But if there is another Evil intentions, no chickens or dogs left in the Li family!"

The beautiful middle-aged woman shuddered and immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowing as if she was pounding garlic: "A civilian woman doesn't dare to do it anymore, she doesn't dare to do it anymore..."

The rest of the Li family also knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but no sound was heard for a long time.

Someone had the courage to quietly look up, only to find that the monk in white clothes floating in the air had left at some point.

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In the valley, Li Qingshan was holding a Taoist sutra in his hand and chanting in a low voice: "The universe is strong and soft, and they cooperate with each other to envelop each other. The yang and the yin receive each other, and the male and female have beards. It must be created by nature, and the essence can be relaxed..."

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chen Yuan's figure falling from the sky. He quickly stopped, cupped his fists and bowed: "Master."

Chen Yuan lifted his back, sat on the bluestone, and said with a smile: "Do you know the meaning of this sentence?"

Li Qingshan shook his head: "Disciple, I don't know, so I ask Master to clarify my doubts."

Chen Yuan said in a deep voice: "Qian means yang, so it is strong and straight. Kun means yin, so it is soft. Softness is a metaphor for water, and its hardness and straightness are better than gold. The combination of hardness and softness is considered a mate..."

Chen Yuan's tone was soothing and his voice paused, echoing in the quiet valley.

It wasn't until sunset that Chen Yuan stopped: "That's all for today."

Li Qingshan closed the Taoist Scriptures, stood up, and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Master, for clearing up my disciple's doubts."

Chen Yuan also stood up and warned: "My teacher will be traveling for a few days. You should read the scriptures by yourself first. When my teacher comes back, I will teach you how to read."

"Yes." Li Qingshan agreed with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

Chen Yuan smiled, rolled up the light, and flew into the sky. After identifying the direction, he flew towards the west.

After he recovered from his injuries, he still stayed at Li's house, just waiting for the monks from Zhouyang Academy to come to prevent them from harming Li Qingshan.

Now that the middle-aged scribe has been sent away, Zhouyang Academy no longer dares to cause trouble to the Li family, and he can leave with peace of mind.

From Li Wenqu's memories, he had a general understanding of the nearby world of immortality. Three thousand four hundred miles away in the west, there was a city where a medium-sized sect was established. It was the most prosperous within a few thousand miles nearby. .

Chen Yuan has recovered from his injuries, but his blood essence and blood have been severely depleted, and the speed of re-condensation is extremely slow.

In addition to the starlight injection every half month, he also needs elixirs that can restore essence and blood, but he lacks several five-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs and cannot open a furnace to refine elixirs.

Yuan Tao Armor and Bing Huan, which were seriously damaged in Jueling Island, also had to be repaired by the master of weapon refining. Chen Yuan had to go to Fangshi.

More than two hours later, Chen Yuan arrived at Jinshanfang City.

Li Wenqu had only heard of Jinshanfang City and had never been there. Chen Yuan's direction was a little deviated and he was delayed for some time on the road.

It was the middle of the night, the sky was a little overcast, dark clouds covered the moon, and the sky was dark.

But Chen Yuan saw bright lights in front of him. Jinshanfang City is located deep in the mountains, with row upon row of buildings. Even late at night, there are still many monks walking around on the street. Bright lanterns are hung on the roadside, and many shops are still open to welcome customers. .

Chen Yuan fell to escape the light. When he was still a hundred feet away from Fangshi, a chill passed through him, as if he had passed through a water curtain and felt some resistance.

Chen Yuan's heart moved. This should be the protective formation of Jinshanfang City, but it just disappeared.

He landed on the ground and walked into the market, looking at the shops on both sides of the street.

Immortal cultivators are energetic and do not need sleep, but they also need time to meditate and practice. There are obviously many fewer customers at night than during the day, and most shops are deserted.

In this place of mixed fish and dragons, Chen Yuan did not dare to let go of his spiritual consciousness at will. There was no guide specifically to serve foreign monks at night, so he could only walk through the streets looking for shops selling spiritual herbs and weapon refining.

Fortunately, Jinshanfang City is not too big, and Chen Yuan's feet are fast. He walked around the entire Jinshanfang City in less than half an hour.

He visited several shops selling spiritual herbs in the market, spent more than two hundred high-grade spiritual stones, and finally collected the five-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs used to refine the elixir for restoring essence and blood.

Ordinary five-hundred-year-old spiritual grass cannot be sold for this price, but the spiritual grass that can restore essence and blood is more precious. Although it is only an auxiliary medicine, it can almost catch up with a low-level magic weapon.

In Jade Clear Sea, these kinds of spiritual herbs are more expensive and very rare.

In other words, the wealth of Jiuxianzhou can be gathered in one market.

In Yuqing Sea, only the cities established by the three major sects can do this.

After buying the spiritual grass, Chen Yuan went to the largest shop selling magic weapons in Jinshanfang City.

This shop is called "Baibao Pavilion". It is a three-story building located in the center of Jinshanfang City. Although it is late at night, there are still many customers coming in and out.

Chen Yuan stepped into it and scanned around. The surrounding walls were covered with transparent light shields, with magical artifacts suspended inside.

A young female cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining came forward. She had a good appearance and a bright smile: "What does this fellow Taoist need?"

Chen Yuan calmed down his anger and asked: "Is the shopkeeper of your pavilion here?"

The young female cultivator felt the pressure of the alchemy cultivator. Although it was only for a moment, her face still turned slightly white and her whole body trembled.

Her attitude became more respectful, she bowed Yingying and whispered: "Senior, please follow me."

After that, she turned around and walked upstairs. Chen Yuan followed her up the stairs.

There were much fewer guests on the second floor than on the first floor. There were only two or three people selecting the spiritual weapons on the wall, each accompanied by a female Qi Refining Cultivator.

When they saw Chen Yuan following the young female cultivator up to the third floor, they all had a look of awe in their eyes.

Only alchemy monks can climb to the third floor of Baibao Pavilion.

The third floor is very empty. There is no magic weapon on the four walls. There is a table in the middle, and an incense burner is placed on it. Light smoke is coming out, and the fragrance is filled.

A monk was sitting behind a few tables, holding a scroll in his hand and reading it very seriously. After Chen Yuan and the Qi Refining Girl came up, he put down the scroll in his hand and looked up.

This person was wearing a gray gown and had an elegant appearance. He looked to be in his forties, and his Qi energy in the early stages of forming the elixir was clearly revealed.

The young female cultivator walked quickly to him, whispered a few words, and stepped aside consciously.

The middle-aged monk stood up with a smile on his face and bowed his hands: "Fellow Taoist, you are here. The pavilion is covered with daffodils. Please take a seat."

Chen Yuan came to the table and sat down on the futon.

The young female cultivator bowed to both of them and turned to leave.

After she walked down the stairs, the middle-aged monk raised his sleeve and a tea set appeared out of thin air on the table. The teapot flew up on its own and filled the teapot with spiritual tea.

The middle-aged monk spread his right hand, motioning Chen Yuan to drink tea, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, please, I am Pei Song, the manager of Baibao Pavilion. Do you dare to ask me your surname?"

Chen Yuan raised the tea cup, took two sips, and said calmly: "Chen Yuan."

Pei Song smiled and said, "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Chen. Fellow Daoist, I'm here. What do you need?"

Chen Yuan put down the tea cup: "Chen has two magic weapons in his hand. They are somewhat damaged. I would like to ask Guitang to help repair them."

The smile on Pei Song's face faded a bit. The profit of repairing the magic weapon is much lower than selling the magic weapon, and it is quite troublesome.

But naturally he would not push the business out, and said: "Please also ask Fellow Daoist Chen to take out the magic weapon and have a look."

Chen Yuan raised his hand and grabbed it, and Bing Huan and Yuan Jia appeared on the table out of thin air.

Bing Huan is still the original size, but Yuan Tao Armor has shrunk a lot, only three inches in size.

Pei Song's expression changed slightly and he asked in surprise: "Intermediate magic weapon?"

Chen Yuan nodded: "Exactly, I wonder if your pavilion can repair it?"

Pei Song's expression became much more solemn, and he spread his consciousness to investigate carefully.

After a while, he withdrew his consciousness with a look of regret on his face: "The damage to these two magic weapons is quite serious. If Pei is not mistaken, these gloves are made of thousand-year-old ice silk and require at least five bunches." It takes thousands of years of ice silk to restore it to its original state.”

"And this tortoise shell is made from the back armor of a seventh-level turtle demon, and mixed with this beast demon pill. If you want to repair it completely, you also need to use the back armor of a seventh-level turtle demon."

"These two kinds of spiritual materials are very rare, and the requirements for the weapon refiner are not low. This pavilion does not have these two kinds of spiritual materials, and the weapon refiner's attainments are not enough, but it is unable to help Fellow Daoist Chen."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes: "I'm sorry to bother you, fellow Taoist. Chen will take your leave."

With that said, he raised his hand to take the two magic weapons back to his dantian, and was about to get up and leave.

Pei Song smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, wait a minute. This pavilion cannot repair these two magic weapons. There is no other shop in Jinshanfang City that can do this. Fellow Taoist, you might as well go to Fanyangfang City and give it a try!" (End of Chapter) )