Liao Zhai's Refining God

Chapter 38
"Then congratulations to Patriarch. In the future, when the painted skin female ghost comes, with Patriarch's protection, you don't have to worry anymore." Wang Lin said hastily.

"Cough cough. Well, although my cultivation base has improved a little bit, but the dharma body is still in the realm of the true spirit, which is still far from the innate spirit body. You know that my ancestor is a scholar, and I am a gentleman who speaks without using hands. How can you be that reckless man who wields a spear and sticks a stick." The God of Land immediately counseled.

"If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. Why are you making so many excuses?" Wang Lin said unceremoniously.

"Ahem, I don't know when that painted-skinned girl will be able to leave the customs when she is looking for a place to cultivate. Even if she leaves the customs, she may not be able to find it right away. In my God's Domain, I can't know everything. Besides It's her ghost. Boy, you can relax for now. Your copybook is too precious to let my friends look at it, otherwise it will cause trouble, so I'm here this time to ask you to write another copy and burn it to you tomorrow. Me." The land god said tactfully.

"I still have to show off, you won't give up if you don't show off!" Wang Lin said.

"Ahem, it's the new year after all, there must be some new atmosphere and new harvest. Being a god is also very lonely, that's all the fun. But don't worry, this time you won't let you do it for nothing," said the land god Wang Jikang. Then, with a wave of the palm, a khaki-colored ball of air came out from the sleeve, and when it was placed on Wang Lin's desk, it turned out to be nothing.

There are two bundles of this thing, and it looks like a radish, but the whole thing is orange-yellow like glass. Wang Lin gathered Qi Wang to observe, and found that this thing emits milky white fluorescence.

"What is this?" Wang Lin couldn't help asking.

"This is Huang Jing, an absolute treasure of heaven and earth. After I discovered it, I have used the earth's energy to store it for a hundred years. I was going to exchange it for a soul-containing pill, but now I am reluctant to give it to you, ancestor." The land god said .

"I guess it's because you found out that you can't improve your cultivation by changing the Soul Accumulation Pill. After so many years, how much of this good thing have you wasted?" Wang Lin laughed after a little thought.

"Ahem, not many, just exchanged six Soul Accumulation Pills." The God of Land was a little embarrassed, and at the same time was surprised by Wang Lin's insight, which was completely unlike the experience one should have at this age.

"They were all exchanged from immortal cultivators?" Wang Lin asked.

"Yes, I don't know how to make alchemy. This kind of spiritual material is useless to our true spirit and incorporeal body. Its effect is mainly to nourish qi and blood to a large extent, and it is very useful for flesh and blood people or animals." Land God Wang Jikang rarely said solemnly.

"Old Ancestor, don't you feel sorry for exchanging this for copybooks!" Wang Lin teased.

"My heart hurts for sure, but who told you to be my descendant? My ancestor, I love the capable descendants the most." Wang Jikang said.

"Haha, don't fool me with these words, I probably got my Taoist maxim, so don't feel sorry for not giving me some benefits!" Wang Lin said.

"Stinky boy, do you want it or not? I'm going to find a cultivator to exchange things." Wang Jikang said.

"If you want it, how can you not. Don't worry, I will send you another copybook tomorrow, so that you can continue to show off." Wang Lin waved her hand.

"Haha!" Wang Jikang also became happy.

"Old Ancestor, how much do you know about the sects of cultivating immortals in this world? Can you tell me a little bit about it? Maybe I can go to a teacher to learn art and ask for protection, so as not to be haunted by the painted skin girl." Wang Lin said solemnly.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult. I don't know much about the Xiuxian sect. It is said that thousands of years ago, the Xiuxian sect was extremely prosperous. We low-level gods were all called around by them and used as servants; but in the end they went to I heard that their development has caused dissatisfaction with some big figures in the upper world, and they began to suppress them vigorously, not allowing them to open their doors to accept disciples, and not allowing them to show magic skills in the world; the sect must be supervised by the local gods, and they must Applying and filing with Shinto requires permission; under such circumstances, the resources are even more inclined to Shinto, and the sect of cultivating immortals will decline.

But in the past few hundred years, the way of heaven has been blurred, and the oracle of the upper realm has not reappeared. It seems that the order is about to collapse. There will be more walking in the world.I have only participated in three trade fairs held by immortal cultivators.But I have never heard of them opening a door to accept disciples, and I don't know where their fairy door is. "The land god Wang Jikang said.

"If there is a chance, ancestor, can you take me to see such a trade fair?" Wang Lin pondered.

"Yes. You can also go and look for it in the future. After all, I can only be imprisoned in this thirty-mile boundary. Unless my Dharma body is tempered to a higher level, it will be difficult to stay away. Alas, the gods seem to be glorious, but in fact Who can understand the feeling of it. Don’t talk, don’t talk, I will go to my old friends tomorrow to show off, show off. Isn’t there a new look in the new year?” Said the land god Wang Jikang and slowly disappeared.

Seeing the disappearance of the land god, Wang Lin fell into deep thought. It was unexpected that the scriptures from her previous life would have such a wonderful effect here.Wang Lin felt that it was necessary for her to sort out and preserve the scriptures and classics of her previous life. After all, it would be too bad if she could not remember them as time went by.Moreover, Wang Lin felt that sorting it out and reciting it often might have a better effect.

In fact, Wang Lin knows a lot of scriptures and classics, mainly because Wang Lin's grandfather likes to study and recite them with Wang Lin. Of course, the most familiar ones are Taoist "Huang Ting Jing", Tao Te Ching, Yi Jing, etc., and even Buddhist scriptures I also dabbled a little bit, but I didn't understand much.Wang Lin got a volume of Buddhist scriptures from the tiger monster, and Wang Lin was sure that there was a Buddhist inheritance in this world, so Wang Lin didn't know if there would be a Taoist inheritance.But Wang Lin felt that there would be a unified Dao and a unified law. Since the scriptures of the previous life are effective here, then these inheritances must exist.

"Sure enough, it's a good thing!" Looking at Huang Jing on the desk, Wang Lin just sniffed it, and felt a burst of fullness pouring into her body, and immediately felt the effect of replenishing blood.With the gradual strengthening of the soul, the current perception is really getting stronger.

During this period of time, Wang Lin practiced the small sword at night and read during the day, which greatly depleted her blood energy, so her martial arts practice slowed down. With this period of Huang Jing, she can continue to strengthen her cultivation.But Wang Lin felt that it was too wasteful to eat it all at once, so she ate a little bit every day to replenish blood.

The New Year has passed without a sound. Although the weather is still very cold, the warmth seeping out of the air has come quietly.The moonlight poured down like flowing water. Wang Lin held the little sword in her hand and felt the little sword as closely connected as her own fingers. She felt an inexplicable feeling of solidity in her heart. Wang Lin had a feeling that if the level of the little sword was improved, It will definitely fly with its own consciousness.

Wang Lin's heart moved, and a ray of bright yellow light slowly rose from the dharma altar next to it, flowing like silk and fireflies, and slowly entangled on the small sword.After refining, Wang Lin could clearly feel that the air mass entrenched in the little sword formed an aura. When the original power of the soul invaded the little sword, the aura in the little sword slowly absorbed it. Wang Lin could clearly feel that The aura became stronger.

(Thanks to the book friend "Hanlin Huayi" for the reward, please recommend and collect new books!)

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