I practice cultivation cautiously in a strange world

It was windy and snowy.

evening.

A rickety figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, wiped the snow from his face, and pushed open the wooden door of the dilapidated courtyard.

There were several rooms in the yard, and he walked towards one of them familiarly.

"Chen Lin, why are you still going out in such weather? Aren't you afraid of being weird?"

It seemed that the door opened, and the window of another room was pushed open, revealing a yellowed woman's face.

"Oh, I don't have any rice at home. I went out to buy some. I'm going to retreat during this period."

Chen Lin pointed to the big bag in his hand and said "oh" back.

The woman's eyes suddenly brightened, and she eagerly stuck her head out, covering her forehead with her hands to prevent snowflakes from falling into her eyes. She stared at the bag in Chen Lin's hand and said, "You bought rice, can you even it out for me?" point?"

"cannot!"

Chen Lin decisively refused and opened the door of his room.

"I can get something in exchange!"

The woman's voice became more urgent. She was about to run out of food.

"Do you have anything valuable to exchange?"

Chen Lin paused for a moment and looked at the other party suspiciously.

The woman opened her mouth, then suddenly gritted her teeth and puffed out her chest, "How about I spend the night with you?"

"Bang!"

What answered her was the dull sound of the door closing.

When the woman saw this, she looked disappointed.

Suddenly, her temperament suddenly changed, and she squinted her eyes and revealed a weird sneer, "Damn old guy, you deserve to be beaten to death. I curse you for not being able to poop after eating. I'll wait until I break through to the middle stage of Qi training and you will be able to look good!"

"Pooh!"

After spitting viciously, the woman slammed the window.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers instantly covered the footprints in the yard, and the entire city was shrouded in a blizzard.

Chen Lin stood in the house, silently watching the woman's disappearing face through the window, and then turned back.

He took off his hat, shook the snow off his body, and put the rice in the rice vat.

I found a few pieces of firewood to relight the extinguished stove, and the temperature in the room slowly rose.

After staring at the fire for a while, Chen Lin sighed, stood up and started cooking.

Putting the washed rice on the stove, he turned around and came to an old wooden table.

Once seated, open the drawer.

First, he took out a palm-sized pile of yellow paper from his pocket, and then took out a silver brush.

Finally, he carefully took out an ink-colored bottle from his pocket and placed them on the table together.

These items are talisman paper, talisman pens, and spiritual ink for making talismans.

He ventured out this time, partly because he didn't have rice, but mainly because he wanted to buy this spiritual ink.

A small bottle contains several spirit stones, which is so expensive that it makes people’s hearts bleed.

After taking a look at the porridge cooking on the stove, Chen Lin took a breath, picked up a piece of talisman paper and laid it out.

Dip the silver talisman pen in spiritual ink, adjust your posture to the best state, and your expression becomes solemn.

The tip of the pen fell lightly, and thin lines shining with spiritual ink appeared on the talisman paper, slowly forming mysterious runes one after another.

The seemingly easy painting made Chen Lin sweat on the tip of his nose, and his brush strokes became slower and slower.

When the whole talisman was halfway drawn, the runes on it suddenly flashed twice quickly, and then exploded with a bang.

Looking at the burnt tabletop in front of him, Chen Lin grinned.

"The first-level mid-level talisman is indeed much more difficult than the powerful talisman, and the requirements for mana are also high. The cultivation of the second level of Qi training is too difficult."

He shook his head, muttered to himself, and laid out another piece of talisman paper.

The repetitive process continues.

This time I drew more rune lines than before, but I still couldn't escape the fate of failure and exploded midway.

However, Chen Lin did not feel defeated at all, and calmly picked up a piece of talisman paper and laid it out again.

Another failure.

Paved.

fail.

Paved.

fail.

Chen Lin was like a robot, constantly repeating the action of drawing runes.

So and so.

This was repeated nine times.

Then.

The tenth time.

There was still no change in the movement this time, and the talisman began to flicker and explode midway.

but.

Just when the runes on the talisman flickered for a while and were about to explode.

It was as if there was a big hand in the dark, roughly gathering the energy that had exploded into one place, and then pressing it into the talisman paper again.

Immediately afterwards.

The rune paper flashed, and the rune lines on it became clear and bright, and soon calmed down again.

A vague fireball pattern appeared on the talisman.

"It seems that the golden finger ability is also effective in refining first-level mid-grade talismans. Now there is another way to make money, but the ability is a bit weak, and you can only win once in ten times."

Chen Lin took the talisman in his hand, nodded, and then shook his head.

As a time traveler, no matter how bad the status you obtain is, you still have the necessary benefits.

It's just that this golden finger is a bit tasteless.

It is an innate ability, which he calls ‘a sure hit every ten times’.

The full name can be called: "Theoretically it is possible, and if you use the correct method to make any item, you will definitely succeed once in ten times."

If there is no restriction on using the correct method, then this ability can be called heaven-defying, but with this restriction, it is quite helpless.

What is the correct approach?

Suppose you want to refine an elixir. You must first master the elixir recipe, be familiar with the refining steps, have a matching alchemy furnace and fire source, and your cultivation level must be within a reasonable range.

That's how you hit it once out of ten.

"Forget it, it's better than nothing."

Chen Lin did not continue to complain.

Traveling to such a dangerous world, with such a bad start, it's already good to have an 'ability' at your side.

At least, you can survive.

The fragrance of rice fills the air.

The porridge is ready.

Chen Lin stopped thinking about it, took the porridge pot off the stove, filled a bowl and started drinking it.

Although this is just rice porridge, it is not ordinary rice, but spiritual rice. It not only tastes endless aftertaste, but also has certain benefits for cultivation.

The price is naturally not cheap, one piece of spiritual stone weighs a pound.

Normally he wouldn't dare to be so extravagant, but this time it was because his cultivation had reached the peak of the second level of Qi training, and he wanted to see if he could make a breakthrough with the help of the energy of spiritual rice.

A bowl of porridge goes down quickly.

Gentle spiritual energy began to radiate from the stomach to the whole body.

Warm and comfortable.

Unfortunately, there was too little spiritual power and it disappeared quickly.

Chen Lin, who was still unfinished, was about to serve another bowl when there was a knock on the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Fellow Daoist Chen, it's me, Zhao Zhengyuan."

Hearing the familiar voice, Chen Lin quickly covered the porridge pot and put it aside. He took out an evil-proof charm and clasped it in his hand, then walked to the door and opened it.

"What's wrong so late?"

After taking a look at the honest and kind-hearted middle-aged man outside, Chen Lin had no intention of inviting him into the house.

The other party is also a tenant in this yard, and has a pretty good relationship with the original owner of his body. However, everything here is very evil, so you must be cautious.

"Hehe, I smelled the aroma of your spiritual rice in the house. I just happened to cook the last piece of black-spotted tiger meat and a bottle of wine. I asked you to come and drink some with me."

The middle-aged man raised the things in his hands and said with a smile.

After saying that, he suddenly raised his head and squinted with a weird sneer.

This change is extremely sudden.

It was as if the other person suddenly changed into a different person, and his temperament changed accordingly. He had a bit of the legendary evil and crazy feeling, which made people very uncomfortable.

But Chen Lin was not surprised.

Ever since he traveled through time, he discovered that everyone here would sneer like this from time to time.

Inexplicably, it can happen anytime, anywhere.

After showing such a smile, the whole person will become very arrogant in an instant, and no one will accept it.

And he himself didn't seem to feel anything.

Everyone here has problems.

There's a big problem!

It's a pity that his cultivation is too weak and he can't do anything. He can only suppress the panic in his heart and slowly find a way to solve it.

And in order not to attract attention, he would do this action from time to time.

Chen Lin squinted his eyes and sneered, "Okay, let's have a drink together."

Fortunately, he wanted to ask the other party something, so he nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the window of another room was pushed open again, and the head of the sallow-faced woman poked out.

When he saw the wine and meat, his eyes suddenly shone with a captivating light.

"Zhao Zhengyuan, what's the point of drinking with a stingy man? Come to my place, not only can you drink wine, but you can also drink soup!"

When Chen Lin heard this, he looked at the woman and then at Zhao Zhengyuan, half smiling.

Zhao Zhengyuan grinned and walked directly into the door.

With a bang, he closed the door with his backhand.

Suddenly, a woman's angry yelling could be heard outside.

"You are also a coward who gave birth to a child without an asshole. You are not a good man. When I break through, I will throw you all into the wild to feed the monsters!"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

Since everyone came over with wine and food, Chen Lin could only take out the spiritual rice porridge he had hidden and fill two bowls of it.

Cut the ripe black-spotted tiger meat into slices, fill up the wine, and start drinking.

"Recently, the city has become increasingly unstable. Have you heard that the head of the Zhang family has disappeared inexplicably? He is neither alive nor dead. He is a monk in the foundation building stage!"

Zhao Zhengyuan took a sip of wine and said with an exclamation tone.

Chen Lin's eyes flashed slightly.

He thought in his heart that in this evil place, it would not be surprising even if everyone in the city died overnight, not to mention the death of just one Zhuji.

Although he was complaining in his heart, on the surface he still showed an expression of deep approval.

"Yes, even the foundation-building monks are missing when they say they are missing. The city is getting more and more chaotic."

After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass.

A stream of refreshing and sweet liquid flowed down the throat and into the stomach.

It was cool at first, and then bursts of heat were emitted, extending from the chest to the limbs, making the magic power in the body become active.

The power of this spiritual wine is much stronger than that of spiritual rice porridge!