My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 17 Use the heaven and the earth as an oven, and the sun and the moon as firewood!Refiner!
Han Shou sat on the ground, playing with yellow mud.

"Snapped"

"bang"

"tom"

A ball of yellow mud the size of a football became softer and more delicate under his beating and kneading.

The gravel in the yellow mud was gradually cleaned up.

Daoist Duobao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and a kind of anger of being humiliated by being mentally retarded was burning.

Just when he couldn't help but burst out and slapped Han Shou to death, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky.

"Huh~"

A celestial cloud cut through the sky and suddenly stopped in the air.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, I have met Senior Brother Duobao!"

"Big Brother?"

Fairy clouds descend.

Two monks, a man and a woman, revealed their figures.

The female cultivator wears a long skirt embroidered with green clouds and water, with a golden rosary gauze on her shoulders, and a maid's crown.
This woman's appearance is unparalleled in the world, without any blemishes, she can be called the beauty of the country.

But because of her indifferent and noble temperament, people dare not have evil thoughts in their hearts!

The male cultivator is dressed in a Taoist robe of water and fire, with an ordinary appearance and a cold temperament, which makes people subconsciously feel reliable and trustworthy when they see it.

Duobao's face as black as the bottom of a pot changed with a "shua", returning to a reserved and indifferent Youdao Gaozhen appearance.

Returning the salute with a vertical palm: "It turns out that Junior Brother Guangcheng and Junior Sister Jinling are face to face!"

"Junior Sister Jin Ling isn't practicing in seclusion on Jin'ao Island? Why are you with Junior Brother Guangcheng?"

The Holy Mother of Jinling is the direct disciple of the sage of Jiejiao, and Guangchengzi is the first disciple of the sage of elucidating the teaching.

Duobao was slightly surprised that the two were together.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit smiled lightly: "Eldest brother, it's a coincidence that my junior sister has left the customs a few days ago, and Ji Jing thought about it for some reason and wanted to come to the wild land for a walk."

"I never expected to meet Senior Brother Guangcheng in Yuping Mountain."

"Senior brother Guangcheng also wanted to travel to the prehistoric region to catch a chance, so he invited me to go with him. There are brothers and sisters from the same school on both sides, and there is no purpose, so he simply traveled with senior brother Guangcheng."

"I didn't expect to see senior brother here!"

Duobao immediately felt relieved.

In fact, after Nuwa became holy 3 years ago, the five innate gods Sanqing, Jieyin, and Zhunti also successively proclaimed and became holy within ten thousand years.

Since then, the protagonists of the prehistoric are still the two clans of liches, but there are more preachers from the four great saint sects.

Both: the four teachings of man, elucidation, interpretation, and Buddhism!

Although the Six Saints and Four Sects came out, they are by no means the mainstream now that the Liches are doing their best.

As a result, the Six Saints have not started large-scale recruitment of disciples.

There is only one inheritance of human education, only Master Xuandu!

At this time, there are only four of the Twelve Golden Immortals: Guangchengzi, Chijing/Zi, Qingxu Dazhenjun and Taiyi Zhenren.

There are only three disciples of Duobao, Jinling, and Wudang in Jiejiao, who are fewer than the disciples of Chanjiao, and there is not even a shadow of the appearance of ten thousand immortals coming to court.

Although the disciples of the Second Sect of Interpretation and Interpretation are not as close as brothers and sisters with the teacher, there is no conflict. They follow the etiquette of the three religions of red flowers, white lotus root, green lotus leaves, which are originally a family.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the first disciple of the Interpretation of the Teaching and the personal transmission of the Interpretation of the Teaching went hand in hand.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit had beautiful eyes, caught a glimpse of Han Shou sitting on the ground playing with mud, and said with a smile:

"Eldest brother, why do you have the leisure to watch a hellish soldier playing with mud here?"

"Huh? The little underworld soldiers, why are they staying in the prehistoric human tribe instead of in the underworld?"

Guang Chengzi didn't speak at the side. In fact, he didn't like Taoist Duobao very much, so he also glanced at Han Shou.

Daoist Duobao's face flashed green.

With a wry smile: "This matter is still my brother's fault!"

"If it weren't for the obsession in my heart, this extremely arrogant ant would have turned into ashes long ago!"

……

Taoist Duobao briefly explained the cause.

After hearing this, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit leaned forward and backward with laughter.

"Eldest senior brother, you... giggling, you actually believe in the words of an ant-like yin soldier?"

"This little yin soldier is just a lonely soul in the nocturnal realm. If he hadn't become a yin soldier in the underworld, he would be blown away by the wind in a flash in the prehistoric wilderness."

"The dignified golden fairy is actually more serious than an ant-like Yin soldier!"

"Junior Sister... Pfft, Junior Sister really admires it!"

Guang Chengzi Haoxuan couldn't help laughing, but the corners of his eyes twitched.

The three saints, Duobao, Jinling, and Guangchengzi, didn't pay much attention to Han Shou at all, and even the hundreds of terrified people in the tribe didn't even look at it.

Han Shou turned a deaf ear to the communication handed down by the three saints.

Concentrate on pinching the yellow mud.

Soon, the yellow mud in his hand gradually took shape.

A pot-shaped embryo with two small ends and a thick middle is finally formed.

"Finally finished!"

Han Shou stood up, fetched the stone ax placed outside the stone house, swung the stone ax and dug a hole in front of the dirt hill not far away.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit said curiously, "Little Yin Soldier, what are you doing?"

Under the crisis of life and death, Han Shou didn't even turn his head, and he didn't even notice who was talking. While digging the cave, he said casually: "Kiln making!"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit covered her mouth: "Is this what you need for refining?"

"Ok!"

Taoist Duobao's face is like black coals.

Guang Chengzi laughed dumbfounded, he had lost interest in watching, closed his eyes and traveled outside the sky.

Ten minutes later, the cave was dug.

Han Shou brought a large amount of dry firewood from the pile of dry firewood in the tribe and put it into the cave.

Then put the prepared yellow clay pot into the hole.

Finally, a slowly burning stick is taken from the fire pile used for barbecue in the central plain of the tribe, and the dry wood in the cave is ignited.

"Zi La"

"Crackling... Whooping!"

Han Shou didn't know the trees that had been sunburned into dry wood. This object was obviously unique to the prehistoric people, but as soon as it touched the sparks, it immediately burned blazingly.

The fire was burning inside the cave.

The moist black soil of cave dwellings gradually dries hard under the astonishingly high temperature.

The clay pots placed in the cave are also gradually changing color and drying out.

Afterwards, Han Shou squatted at the entrance of the cave, carefully observing the changes in the clay pots in the cave.

The human race in the tribe stared at Han Shou's every move with inexplicable faces.

They don't know what Han Shou is going to do, but they can be sure that they can do everything from digging soil to make pots to digging holes and burning pots, and all processes can be replicated!
Daoist Duobao's tone was cold: "Fellow Daoist! What you call crafting is the play of this human child?"

The Holy Mother of Jinling smiled so beautifully that her eyes turned into crescent moons, and at the same time, she looked at Han Shou with a hint of admiration!
This little yin soldier who looks like an ant has the guts to play tricks on the elder brother?

Han Shou turned his head and said seriously: "My real man, this is not a game!"

"It's a refining tool that uses the sky and the earth as an oven, and the sun and the moon as firewood!"

"absurd!"

"Now that things are up to now, you still dare to play tricks?"

"You are so bold!"

Dao Duobao's anger was shaking, and he said sharply: "You ant, since you dare to play tricks on the poor, don't blame the poor for destroying your soul!"

"At that time, even if the lord of the underworld, Empress Pingxin, is in person, she will not dare to blame Pindao for meddling in reincarnation and killing the underworld soldiers!"

As soon as Duobao said, he raised his hand and wanted to throw his sleeves and shoot Han Shou with a fairy light to kill Han Shou.

"Wait a minute, real man, I haven't finished refining the treasure yet!"

"Do you still dare to procrastinate in order to survive?"

"Boom~"

In vain, above the blue sky, there was a sound of heavenly thunder that only monks could hear.

Duobao, Jinling, and Guangchengzi raised their heads subconsciously.

Hundreds of people didn't realize it, they were still staring at the cave.

Han Shou also raised his head.

"Whoo~"

A mysterious golden cloud condensed above the sky, right above the tribe.

"Golden cloud of merit?"

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun! Here... here is a fellow Taoist who wants to practice the way of heaven and make some good deeds?"

"Teacher, there are comrades here who are rewarded by heaven and bestowed merit?"

The three sages looked at the golden cloud with envy on their faces.

The smile on Han Shou's face gradually spread.

The tense spirit relaxed.

He clenched his fist slightly.

"Bet right!"

"It really works!"

(End of this chapter)