Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Suddenly, Jiang Wuchen remembered the scene when he met Miss Feng for the last time. Miss Feng looked melancholy and always wanted to stop talking. It seemed that she had concealed something.

"Yuyan, I thought you owned the four major areas of Chongyang Island, and no one could embarrass you. It seems... I don't pay enough attention to you." Jiang Wuchen looked bitterly out of the window.

But outside, sister ghost and Xiaocui came in together.

Jiang Wuchen mainly handed over the materials of huiyuandan to them and Wu Yue.

The knock on the door sounded, Jiang Wuchen stretched out his palm, and a suction force appeared in the palm, and the left and right wooden doors opened with a bang.

Sister GUI and Xiaocui were startled and immediately strode in.

"Master."

"Jiang Shi!"

After entering the room, they bowed slightly.

Jiang Wuchen sat at the table and waved gently, "don't be polite. I wanted to ask you some questions in Lingbao hall, but there are too many people in Lingbao hall."

Xiaocui hurriedly said, "yes, I've heard what Zhong Bo said."

Sister GUI said, "in order to collect raw materials about huiyuandan, Xiaocui, Wu Yue and I have visited many places in the northeast, southwest and northwest in more than a month.

Yuansheng grass mainly grows in Northeast baitoufeng. These things are wild and grow slowly. It generally takes five to ten years to mature and be used as medicine.

Heartbroken flower is located in the northwest Gobi desert and the edge of the desert. It is also extremely difficult to find.

Bone eating insects are only found in the ancient villages of Miao Xinjiang in the southwest, and they have to feed Gu insects.

Over the past month, the prices of these medicinal materials have soared as we have been buying everywhere! I heard from Zhong Bo that Jiang Shi hopes to open up wasteland for cultivation. This proposal is very good, but I'm afraid it's difficult to implement it. "

Jiang Wuchen said, "the difficulty is certain. If it is easy, it will not be difficult to find these spiritual grass. In three days, find a way to find the seeds of these spiritual grass."

"The seeds of these spirit grasses are not difficult. The key is the bone eating insects... These are the poisonous insects raised by the witch doctors and Miao doctors in the Miao area. All we get are dried insect bodies used as medicine. Find them to live... Can they give them?"

Jiang Wuchen was a little unhappy and said, "use your head and find a way. If they don't give it, you won't get it?"

"This?" ghost elder sister Leng for a moment, immediately nodded, "I understand."

"Well, that's all. I'll wait here these three days. Go." Jiang Wuchen said.

"Yes." they turned and left.

When the door closes, everything falls into silence. What Jiang Wuchen thinks is still miss Feng. He firmly believes that sister GUI and Xiaocui can help with such small things as raw materials.

Jiang Wuchen stood up from his seat. All that came to his mind were little by little with Miss Feng.

He came out of the hall and went to the second floor. This is Miss Feng's boudoir. Even Jiang Wuchen rarely came up and came to the bedroom.

Jiang Wuchen felt a little tired. This fatigue mainly came from the spirit. Leaning on the soft couch, he fell asleep unconsciously

In a daze, Jiang Wuchen seems to wake up. There is a misty cloud in front of him. He can't see the scene in front of him.

"Hmm? Where is this?" Jiang Wuchen suddenly became vigilant. "I was resting on the second floor of Chongyang building. Why... Would I be here?"

There was a crackling sound similar to the burning of firewood.

Jiang Wuchen stared, but saw a fire shining in the depths of the clouds.

Jiang Wuchen walked towards the fire. With the distance getting closer, Jiang Wuchen noticed that it was an old monk squatting there to burn a fire.

A tripod was made of bamboo sticks on the campfire. Under the tripod was a casserole, in which a pot of broth was stewing.

With the monk stirring with a wooden spoon, you can see sheep's head and bones in the casserole.

The old monk is the nameless monk of Nanshan Temple, nicknamed Ximen senior official.

"Monk! Why are you here?" Jiang Wuchen shouted.

The monk looked back, smiled and stammered, "wake up... Wake up?"

Jiang Wuchen was stunned.

The monk waved and said, "come here, sit... Sit next to me."

Jiang Wuchen felt a little cold around. He walked over and sat next to the monk, "Why are you here? Why am I here?"

"We... Have... Fate." the monk said with a smile.

"What is this place?" Jiang Wuchen looked.

"Dream, dream."

"In the dream?" Jiang Wuchen was surprised and said, "did I enter your dream or did you enter my dream?"

"Mutual... Mutual progress." the monk said with a smile. Then he took out a large porcelain bowl, filled a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to Jiang Wuchen.

This bowl of chicken soup is slightly yellow, indicating that a layer of oil soup has a large number of spells flashing. With the shaking of the soup, the spells swing slightly.

"Ah? This is..." Jiang Wuchen couldn't help asking, "monk, why are these symbols on the chicken soup?"

"Are you cold?" asked the monk.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, and Jiang Wuchen couldn't help shivering.

"You look cold. Drink it. Drink it," said the monk.

Jiang Wuchen drank all at once with a bowl in his hands. He just felt warm. Those spells entered his body and immediately appeared in his mind.

"Great mercy mantra..." a large number of words appeared in Jiang Wuchen's mind. The content of the mantra was like an electric current, which was constantly transmitted.

The monk took another bowl and handed it to Jiang Wuchen, "another bowl."

Jiang Wuchen picked it up and drank it.

"Subdue the devil curse!"

The monk giggled, "the three bowls are no more than a post. If you drink it, you will be my Buddhist disciple." then he took the bowl and handed it to Jiang Wuchen.

Jiang Wuchen is full of two bowls of chicken soup. He can't drink this bowl.

The monk urged, "come on, drink quickly! Otherwise, the kid will come."

"I can't. my stomach is swollen and I can't drink." Jiang Wuchen holds a bowl and wants to drink, but it's hard to swallow.

The monk sighed, "you really can't drink?"

"I can't drink..."

"Well, you have... Demons. Something will happen one day, and my Buddhist family can't accept you. Go with... And the kid." the monk said, stood up and kicked over the ceramic pot.

"Ah!"

Jiang Wuchen shouted and sat up from the soft couch. He felt cold all over his body and a layer of sweat on his forehead and nose.

So... What a dream.

"No... No." Jiang Wuchen recalled carefully, and a large number of spells suddenly appeared in his mind. He stood up and went down to the first floor, picked up the brush on the table, spread out a piece of rice paper, and quickly drew the spells in his mind.

"Great mercy curse!"

Looking at the dense and strange characters, Jiang Wuchen was shocked. He immediately found another piece of rice paper and drew a magic spell.

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