The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 8 Don't ask the common people, ask the ghosts and gods

Zhangtai.

"Zhao Qing, has my elixir of immortality been refined yet?" the majestic man in black clothes sitting on the bed asked casually, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, carefully examining and approving it.

Hearing this, Zhao Gao immediately knelt down with a bang, prostrated himself on the ground and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, please punish the crime. The alchemist Hou said 'it will take some time', and the cauldron has already been opened."

Qin Shihuang gave a faint 'hmm' and said: "Tell them to hurry up, you have to keep an eye on it."

"Your servant knows." Zhao Gao hurriedly stood up, and inadvertently glanced at the majestic and majestic Emperor Shihuang. His pale face immediately surprised him, and his heart was a little hazy. Could it be...

On the other side, the alchemists who were dismissed from the meeting left in twos and threes. Wu Ming couldn't help thinking deeply as he took a step. Although Hou Jing said just now that he was impassioned, as if a grand milestone was about to be reached, he only saw the other party's anxiety, impatience and urgency.

Hou Jing actually asked him where is 'Wushan'?You must know that Hou and Lu are staunch "self-seekers", who believe that the elixir of life is refined and not available outside, so trying to find it is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, but asking Wushan now, doesn't it show a guilty conscience and wavering?

Throughout the journey of Emperor Shihuang's seeking immortality, the self-seeking faction has always been dominant. Obviously, the emperor also believed in refining this kind of real activity. Hou and Lu also lived in Xianyang City for a long time, while Xu Fu of the "overseas faction" only Being able to watch the resources flow to the self-seeking faction in Qidi, it was not until the 37th year of the first emperor, at the last moment of Yingzheng's life, that Xu Fu was asked to seek the elixir again.

In the meeting just now, Wu Ming believed that many alchemists were really desperate for the supreme dream of the elixir. They were pure seekers and scientists, but there were also quite a few opportunists who only thought about power and wealth. Hou Lu and the others were Typical liar.

Look at what is recorded in the historical records. After Hou Jing failed, he panicked and went to Lu Sheng to plot against the first emperor, but the first emperor found out. He ran away with a bucket overnight and abandoned the group of alchemists without a word of warning. As a result, They disappeared and retreated, while more than 400 alchemists in Xianyang City became blamers and were buried alive by the furious Ying Zheng.

These two people really understood the fraudulent behavior, and they probably had already arranged a way out for the rest of their lives.

"Hou Jing, Hou Jing, if you are not benevolent, don't blame me for being unrighteous. The water of the 'undead medicine' is too deep for you to grasp. Let me come." Wu Ming repeated: "Brother Zheng's smile is also made by me." Guard, and you will go."

He had observed the bronze tripod that was refining alchemy, but he didn't have any clever reaction, and it was definitely a failure. Wu Ming didn't say a word to remind him, and planned to watch it with a cold eye until the most critical moment, and then jumped out to grasp the overall situation.

After a while, when he returned to the pavilion, the teacher called him out and scolded him again as expected, Wu Ming didn't dare to answer back, and served him respectfully, anyway, the left ear listens to the right ear, as long as the old man is happy.

"That's all, let's go." Ji Zhong sighed, waved his hand to let Wu Ming leave, with disgust on his face.

"Teacher, take care." Wu Ming gave a salute and left. When he stepped out of the door, he looked up to the sky. The morning glow was brilliant, and he muttered to himself: "Hurry up, hurry up."

When Wu Ming closed his eyes, spirituality was blooming in the dark place, and an illusory and simple three-legged round-bellied cauldron emerged, and a cluster of pure silver fires burned blazingly below. In the furnace of Yuanshi, it seems that something is being refined.

That is a kind of spiritual thing smelted from concepts!

As early as when Wu Ming traveled to this dimension, he discovered that spirituality can spread to the outside world, and the Yuanshi Furnace finally not only acts on itself, but can also extract spiritual energy and concepts from the outside world.

Of course, not all concepts can be extracted. Wu Ming guessed that various conditions need to be met. In the process of groping, he accidentally communicated with some kind of mysterious thing in the sky above the palaces where the alchemists lived. An illusory concept was formed. , and can be absorbed, it is called [Alchemy Alchemist], which is different from [Bliss] and [Ash] extracted from the body.

This discovery made Wu Ming ecstatic, so he resolutely operated the Yuanshi Furnace to refine, and finally came to an end after several months.

In the dark place, light golden mist rises from above the illusory pill furnace. Wu Ming opened his eyes, walked back to the room with joy, locked the door and began to think about how to use the concept of "Alchemy Alchemist".

Normally speaking, the existence of 'concept' level is not something that no one can deal with, but it just so happened that when the Daluo Temple appeared, Wu Ming obtained a lot of esoteric knowledge by looking directly at the Taoist priest in the early days, and there was a concept of 'processing' in it. Spirits' approach.

It is a road called [Spiritual Immortal], which takes the blood essence of various primordial ancient demons and smelts them into "secret medicines". The more non-human, also known as the way of gods and demons, to put it bluntly, Wu Ming feels a bit like the oriental sequence system, or the 'Waidan method'.

The requirements for the bloodline of the ancient demon here are very strict, at least it must involve the supreme power in the conceptual field, which is analogous to the "old days" level of flesh and blood and its descendants, if he is replaced by a "conceptual spirit", and the effect It will be better, it will not become more inhuman as it goes, and it will not worry about being polluted by the crazy will of extraordinary characteristics, and can keep itself pure.

Now what Wu Ming has to consider is whether to take the path of deceitful immortals or not. From the theory of Jing Ming's explanation of Dao, her world's mainstream practice should be the traditional path of refining Qi and golden pills, and the potential of this path is obviously higher. The road is wider, because countless predecessors have walked through it, and even produced many great talents.He knows that there are traces to follow, and how important it is for a teacher to give advice.

But Guixian also has its advantages. It is more expensive to step into the path, and it can be connected with the concept from the root. Naturally, it is easier to set foot on the upper level than the traditional immortal cultivation. Both paths are good, which makes Wu Ming entangled.

"Spiritual immortality is the path that suits me best, and as long as I refine the secret medicine according to the pure spirit along the way, I can also tolerate other paths." Wu Ming thought about the pros and cons, and he thought of a rumor.

It is said that Dao Zun is the incarnation of Dao. Anyone who sees it is like a mirror reflecting himself, and can find a path that suits him. There is a similar legend in the saint Laozi. Wu Ming also feels strange when he looks at the two talents on his panel. It suits me so well.

Having made a decision, Wu Ming then put his energy on smelting the 'secret medicine'.

It's a pity that the knowledge obtained from Tianzun is incomplete, and the path of "Sly Immortal" is not perfect. It is divided into four steps for the time being. In the future, Wu Ming will need to complete it by himself. The first step is "Wandering Warlock".

But Wu Ming ignored all kinds of spiritual things needed for his secret medicine, and chose the method of flesh and blood and spirit extraction furnace secret medicine. Since he has [Alchemy Alchemist], he doesn't plan to take this path, lest he Defile yourself, and don't want to add various spiritual extracts to smelt it together, it will only make the secret medicine mixed.

It is enough to smelt "concept" to get on multiplication. The key lies in the talent of [Yuanshi Furnace]. Without this talent, Wu Ming can only invite the Supreme to refine it. Is this possible?It's no wonder that it is the most suitable for one's own path. You can't afford the blood of the sky demon, and you can't afford the great power. You can only rely on talent.

"A kind of alchemy that exists in illusion." Wu Ming's face was a little pale, his spirituality was consumed violently, and he had to maintain a certain amount of 'input' every day. A secret medicine was slowly formed in the Yuanshi Dan furnace, and when the pill was completed, it was immediately extraordinary.

Time is like running water, more than a year has passed, the alchemist's refining of the elixir of immortality is gradually advancing, and Wu Ming's refining of the secret medicine is also in progress.

A big event happened that day, Master Ji fell ill, and it seemed that time was running out, Wu Ming and other disciples rushed to visit him.

Looking at Ji Zhong with white hair and a breathless spirit on the hospital bed, all the disciples couldn't help but feel their noses ache. More than 60 years old, in ancient times, it can almost be called longevity, and it can be regarded as the end of life.

"Master Ji traveled to Xianyang for more than a month, and then immediately devoted himself to the work of calculating the time and astrology. I'm afraid he can't stand it anymore." Senior Brother Tian said in a low voice.

Wu Ming moved slightly: "It's more than that. Last year, the first emperor burned the classics of the history books of the six countries. The teacher is from Chu, and his heart has long been ashamed."

Just when several disciples were whispering to each other, they suddenly heard the old man whisper: "Wu Ming, come here!"

Hearing this, Wu Ming hurried forward, knelt and sat in front of the sick bed, leaned over and said respectfully, "Teacher, do you have any instructions?"

The other disciples left the room tacitly and closed the door. It was obvious that Master Ji was going to explain his funeral.

Only then did the old man open his mouth and said: "I used to calculate the time, and the day when the elixir of immortality will be completed will be an auspicious day one month later."

Wu Ming was shocked, this is a secret, and he was actually told, why?
"Ah Ming." Ji Shi suddenly grabbed his hand firmly, and said sadly: "The elixir of immortality will not get in the muddy water. Teacher's time is numbered. After I die, you will bring all the disciples to fight for filial piety." I left Xianyang overnight and carried my teacher’s coffin to Chudi, and you explained that this was my last wish, and that if I wanted to return to my hometown, Emperor Shihuang would not make things difficult for you.”

An old man lying on a sickbed is still worried about his disciples, begging many times to use his own death to pave the way for the disciples, how can he not be moved.

"Don't worry, Master Ji, I will definitely let my brothers and sisters take them back to Chudi intact." Wu Ming immediately said solemnly.

After saying that, Master Ji felt relieved, Wu Ming was the most outstanding among all the disciples, and this is the great master of the future.

In the next moment, as if returning to the light, the old man’s eyes were shining brightly, he struggled to straighten up, his breath became smoother, and his movements were much more flexible. He took out a box from the bedside, and when he opened it was a jade crown, Master Ji smiled and said: “Amin is also here It's twenty, today the teacher will give you a crown and a character."

He pondered for a moment and said: "From now on, your name will be called Ziwu, Wu Ziwu is quite easy to pronounce."

Meridian is noon and midnight, corresponding to "Ming", it has a lot of connotations in Taoism, it is considered a good word, Wu Ming bowed his head and asked the old man to put a jade crown on his hair with his own hands, he was not happy, the other party treated him like Parents and children, but I have nothing in return.

After putting on the crown, Master Ji looked at the fresh and handsome young man in front of him, and couldn't help smiling. He suddenly chanted: "Poor Ye Banxu, who doesn't ask the common people, asks the ghosts and gods."

With some resentment, Master Ji lay down straight, and died suddenly.

When the disciples outside the door heard about it, they swarmed in and rushed to the sick bed, crying loudly: "Master Ji..."

(End of this chapter)