The only way

Chapter 8 "Spiritual Wine Hundred Solutions"

The back mountain is very quiet and the trees are verdant. Compared with Taoyuan Temple, the free wood aura between heaven and earth is more active.

Lingchu closed his eyes and crossed his legs, meditating quietly in the breeze. From early morning to noon, he exited the state of meditation in the sound of the big yellow cow lowing.

After practicing for a whole morning, Lingchu, who had not moved all this time, jumped up lightly, without feeling tired at all, instead, he was radiant and comfortable.

"Rhubarb, let's go, I'll give you an extra meal today."

It was the first time I came into contact with the miraculous Lingchu, and I was very excited, smiling with crooked eyebrows, and led the big yellow ox up and down to the Taoyuan Temple.

The dense forest behind the mountain.

The newly dressed old man hangs a yellow leather gourd from his waist, with his hands behind his back and his feet not touching the ground. His figure is erratic in the dense forest, and he is several meters away in the blink of an eye.

Looking around the dense forest, his expression was indifferent and peaceful, and he looked like a fairy with a fairy spirit.

Swish.

The old Daoist's ears moved slightly, and his hands behind his back suddenly stretched out. In his hands, a snow-white rabbit opened its red eyes in a daze, its hind legs hung in the air, and it flopped twice.

Holding up the chubby rabbit, the old man still had a calm expression on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his other hand touched the gourd around his waist unconsciously.

For extra meals, braised rabbit meat in soy sauce, paired with green rice wine hidden by the little girl, is a perfect match.

The old Taoist thought for a while, and suddenly disappeared in place, and reappeared in the same place after a few breaths. The originally neat Taoist robe was stained with some dirt and wrinkled, and he carried a cloth bag in his other hand.

"Stingy, too stingy, the old man just went to pick up a few grains of rice to make wine, why should he be so ruthless?" The old man cursed in a low voice, ignoring the dazed and staring rabbit in his hand, who had no strength to flop around.

Looking down at the messy new clothes, a hint of distress flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, the aura in the air trembled slightly, and the clothes instantly returned to their original state.

This can't be seen by that girl, the newly bought Taoist robe has become like this, maybe a month's worth of wine will be gone.

Taoyuan view.

As soon as Lingchu put the rice in the pot, he saw Lao Dao rushing in with a rabbit in his left hand and a cloth bag in his right.

He yelled loudly, "Girl, girl, come here, let's add another meal, old man, I want to eat braised rabbit meat."

Taking the rabbit in one hand, Lingchu held it in his arms and stroked it distressedly. It's a pity, such a cute rabbit.

However, he subconsciously squeezed a few times, the meat is really fat, not bad, Lingchu nodded in satisfaction with his self-consciousness as a cook.

Half a year ago, Lingchu hadn't been in the kitchen a few times.

Half a year later, killing chickens and ducks is no problem.

The old Taoist saw that Lingchu's eyebrows were crooked, and he seemed in a good mood, so he clenched his fists and coughed twice.

When Lingchu glanced over, he had a flattering expression, "Girl, look, you have successfully drawn your breath into your body, otherwise, shall we celebrate?"

"How to celebrate?" Lingchu's subordinates kept handling the ingredients, and asked curiously with a blink of an eye.

"Well," the old man rubbed his hands, and took out the cloth bag, "How about we add a dish and some wine? Just the green rice wine, look, I brought some Lingmi back, after we drink it, we can brew more OK?"

Lingmi?

Lingchu's eyes lit up. Although he hadn't heard of it, but after being exposed to spiritual power, Lingchu could guess a little bit.

She actually likes wine making. She processes and seals various materials, and after time precipitation, it becomes a mellow wine with different aromas and different tastes, which is very magical.

"Is Lingmi also made in the same way as ordinary wine?" Lingchu was really curious this time, and all the movements of his hands stopped.

Seeing that Lingchu's eyes were bright and he was very interested, the old Taoist moved his eyes slightly, "It's okay to make wine according to the usual method, but it will be a waste of Lingmi. All kinds of spirit wine are unfortunately very rare, because the wine list is rare, and the brewing method is different. However, the taste of the spirit wine brewed by the spirit wine master is many times better than ordinary wine, and the effect is also better than that of pills. Much better."

"Pill?"

"It's similar to the pills in the mortal world. It cures the disease and nourishes the body. It is used by the monks. The cure is a bit different."

The old man explained something casually, and then threw the cloth bag on the table impatiently, and the person disappeared in a flash, leaving only one sentence, "When the spirit rice is brewed, add some spiritual power to it, and the old man has gone to get the wine."

Because of his strong interest in Lingjiu, Lingchu rarely responded to the three jars of green rice wine that Lao Dao took.

After the meal, the slightly drunk old Taoist asked carefully about the method of brewing spirit wine. Lingchu held a jade slip in his hand and buried it in the remodeled storage room.

After a monk successfully draws Qi into his body, he will be born with spiritual consciousness.

There are many classics of cultivation techniques in the world of cultivation, which are stored in jade slips, and can only be read after the birth of divine consciousness. Ordinary mortals can only look at it as a piece of jade if they get it.

This is also the reason why it is difficult for mortals to obtain immortality.

Uncle He told Lingchu about this knowledge point before, but Uncle He went down the mountain to pray for blessings in recent days, not in the Taoist temple.

On the occasion of the Chinese New Year, it is a good time for every family to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters, and it is also a good time for various Taoist temples to promote.

The old Taoist handed away the jade slips of Lingchu, which was called "Hundred Solutions to Lingjiu".

At the beginning of Lingling, he pasted the jade slip between his eyebrows, poured his spiritual consciousness into the jade slip, and studied it carefully.

The spiritual consciousness in the early stage of Qi training can't be separated from the body, so I can only stick the jade slip between the eyebrows to check.

"Hundred Solutions to Spiritual Wine" is divided into three parts.

The first part is to explain the basic knowledge of spirit wine, the second part is to explain the common materials for brewing spirit wine, and the third part is to explain several common brewing methods of spirit wine.

Among them, the brewing method of rice spirit wine is included.

The most important raw material for brewing rice spirit wine is spirit rice.

The quality of Lingmi directly affects the quality of Lingjiu.

The Lingmi brought back by the old Taoist has distinct grains, not the usual white rice grains, but lavender, with a shimmering light and a faint fragrance when you get close.

Spirit rice brewing also requires steaming, but instead of using fire, spiritual power is used.

Moreover, the sealed wine jars must at least be made of jade. Ordinary wine jars can easily overflow the spiritual energy of the spirit wine.

But now it is unrealistic to specially order jade wine jars, because the first Lingchu has no money, and the second can't wait.

Unexpectedly, there is a row of jade wine jars in different sizes when the old Taoist waved his hands.

With Lingchu's first level of Qi training, his spiritual power is so weak that he can barely brew a small jar in one afternoon. After brewing a jar, the spiritual power in his body is also in a hurry. Lingchu, who is used to the spiritual power in his body these days, immediately Just sit down and meditate to recover.

After running for a week, I found that after the spiritual power was exhausted, the speed of practice was actually faster.

Therefore, every morning at the beginning of the spirit, he chanted scriptures and herded cattle to practice, continued to practice after brewing wine in the afternoon, and continued to practice in the evening.

Seeing it, the old Taoist shook his head. How could he teach a cultivator? I don't understand.

The bag of purple spirit rice that the old Taoist brought back had been fermented for half a month before all the altars were sealed.

The cultivation base also quietly reached the peak of the first level of Qi training without knowing it. For the first time, Lingchu felt the barrier between the realms. It was very strange, invisible and intangible, but you could feel it.

However, Lingchu was not worried, because in her intuition, the barrier between the first and second floors of Qi training seemed to be very fragile, and it would take about two or three days to break through.

On the roof, the old Taoist who was crooked on the ridge basking in the sun and drinking a little wine squinted his eyes comfortably. His consciousness swept over the little girl who was hiding in the corner of the Taoist temple digging a hole to hide the spirit rice wine, and smacked her mouth twice.

This little girl's talent is not bad, but her physique seems to be a bit peculiar.

The old man thought about it for a while and then forgot it. He had seen a sea of ​​geniuses and evildoers all these years.

The point is, this girl seems to like making wine.

Why don't you give the little girl the book you snatched up.

In this way, someone will make wine for himself in the future, and the old man of the province will have to think about those old men and women running around every day.

Lingchu, who was burying the wine, felt cold behind his back, why did he feel that someone was talking about him?
(End of this chapter)