nyslfriends Chapter 53 Rice Seeds? Dao Seeds!
Chapter 53 Rice Seeds? Dao Seeds!
Chapter 53 Rice Seeds? Dao Seeds!
Fang Shi asked, "Manager, what kind of grass is this? I've never seen it before."
The steward said, "You don't even recognize white-veined grass? Have you been feeding the dogs all this time in the herb garden?"
Fang Shi said, "My judgment is nowhere near that of the manager. Could you perhaps offer some pointers?"
The steward said, "White-veined grass may look inconspicuous, but its roots exude a frosty aura, and it will erode the surrounding soil within a few days. This land is to be planted with Crimson Blood Vine; leaving it here will only cause harm. Do you understand? If you understand, then pull it out quickly, not a single one is allowed to be left."
Fang Shi said, "I see. Thank you for your guidance, Steward. I'll pull it out right away."
The manager snorted coldly and turned to leave.
After the steward had gone some distance, Fang Shi concentrated his magical power at his fingertips and made a light gesture towards the nearest white-veined grass.
However, the white-veined grass remained completely still.
The magic power landed on the blades of grass, but it was swallowed up silently, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Fang Shi withdrew his hand, and after a moment's thought, he understood.
The medicinal power of herbs is a special kind of magic power formed by the combination of their own essence, energy, spirit, and spiritual energy.
Even if it's just a little bit of magical power, it's still a simplified version of a cultivator.
This white-veined grass can penetrate the soil with the power of frost, and its medicinal properties are among the best of all herbs.
To suppress it from a distance is equivalent to using one's own magical power to directly confront its medicinal power. With the two forces canceling each other out, his cultivation level is far from being able to suppress the White-Veined Grass from a distance.
Therefore, the only way to pull it out is by hand.
Fang Shi squatted down and grabbed the stem.
It felt icy cold to the touch, and the frosty white lines on my palm suddenly lit up, the chilling aura drilling straight into my meridians from my fingertips.
He used his magic to wrap his palms, and when he lowered his waist and exerted force, his roots seemed to grow barbs, gripping the soil tightly and refusing to let go.
He put in a little more effort and finally managed to uproot the first plant.
And if it takes so much effort to grow just one plant, there must be at least a hundred more to go.
Fang Shi shook his numb fingers and grasped the second plant again.
After pulling up more than ten plants, his breath had turned into white mist.
After pulling up more than twenty plants, the magical layer covering his palm was eroded by the cold air, making it thinner, and he had to divert his attention to strengthen it.
After thirty plants, his ten fingers were stiff as withered branches, and he had to consciously use his magic to close them each time he clenched his fist.
Fang Shi thought to himself: No wonder weeding is such a chore for laborers.
Although he had never personally picked Frost Grass during his time at Sanpan Temple, he had seen it quite often when it was very popular.
It is known that even if the Frost Grass is not refined into the Barrier-Breaking Pill, it can still break through barriers when taken alone.
He was not knowledgeable in pharmacology, but through his cultivation and understanding of the "Little Water Cloud Technique," he was able to gain some insight.
Why does mastering the "Small Water Cloud Technique" double the speed of refining magical power compared to when you first start?
It's simply that the essence, energy, spirit, and spiritual energy merge more quickly.
The key to progressing from the initial stage of Qi Refining to the intermediate stage lies in the deeper integration of magical power and spiritual essence.
This stage becomes increasingly difficult as you progress, and you must complete it in one go without interruption.
If one only stays at the beginner level in a training method, the speed of integration will be too slow, and it will be difficult to continue when one reaches the more difficult parts.
The frost grass facilitated this very opportunity for fusion.
However, this place is nothing but an illusion.
The frost-covered grass here cannot be made into a real plant.
But now that we're trapped here, there's no way out of this illusion.
Even if they went outside, there was Qi Xueyi and Zhou Yan on the other side.
Instead of wasting time in this illusion empty-handed, why not take the opportunity to grab some benefits that can be pocketed?
Fang Shi realized while pulling weeds that the body belonged to him, who was at the second level of Qi Refining, and was not the unfathomable and powerful Chu Qianfan.
Since it is one's own body, if the medicinal power of the Frost Grass can travel along the meridians, it might actually advance the "Little Water Cloud Technique" a few steps.
It's not that he doesn't practice the "Seven Emotions of the Supreme Being Respond to Transformation and Generate True Water to Attain the True Dao".
It's not that I'm afraid of ending up like Chu Qianfan, unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
With the control panel at his side, if anything goes wrong, he can just correct it.
In reality, the explanation of "The True Understanding of the Seven Emotions of the Supreme Being: Transformation into True Water" is extremely difficult.
Once you acquire a common cultivation method, no matter how simple it may be, it should at least include some annotations, insights, or comments from predecessors.
He received only one passage of scripture, without even a punctuation mark.
Even with a control panel to test and make mistakes, it would probably take years to fully understand this true solution.
Given the current situation, there's no time for that.
Why not use the "Little Water Cloud Technique" to speed up the progress first?
Taking advantage of the fusion of Frost Grass, try to comprehend the "Minor Water Cloud Technique." If you can glimpse the next step, that would be best. Even if not, experience the changes in your Qi refining progress before taking a higher step to practice the "Supreme Seven Emotions Respond to Transformation and Generate True Water to Attain the Dao True Understanding," which will save you more time.
Thinking of this, Fang Shi no longer hesitated. He shook the soil off the frost grass he had just pulled up, picked a frosty white leaf, and put it in his mouth.
The night wind suddenly stopped blowing above the market.
The thin sword in Li Zhengyuan's hand was still dripping with Zhang Yuanqi's blood, and Junior Brother Ye's exclamation seemed to still echo in his ears.
But the next moment, Junior Brother Ye's panicked face had completely disappeared.
"Chu Qianfan, it's bad enough that you're using Li Zhengyuan's body, but you're also trying to harm my disciple?"
Chu Qianfan said, "Xuanqing, stop talking nonsense. You personally handed that disciple over to me, and now you're blaming me for harming him?"
Xuan Qing said, "I clearly chose a cultivator with spiritual roots and sent him to you to have his consciousness stored. What more could you possibly want?"
Chu Qianfan sneered, saying, "That body is good, it has spiritual roots, and its constitution is excellent. Unfortunately, its mind is too shallow to bear my consciousness. I don't want to be trapped in a crumbling shell, so I can only settle for second best and set my sights on your disciple. Besides," he continued, "wasn't this something you tacitly approved?"
Xuan Qing remained silent for a moment, offering no rebuttal.
Chu Qianfan added, "Speaking of which, your disciple is quite interesting. He's clearly dead, yet he thinks he's just following my threats. Little does he know that he was me all along, and I was him all along."
Xuan Qing frowned slightly and said, "Enough with the nonsense. After this is done, the rice root will be mine."
Before the words were finished, the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses suddenly erupted.
The sound erupted from the depths of Qiyuan Town, like a thousand horses trampling across the earth, shaking even the turbid air in the night sky.
"Five Elements Hermit! Xuan Qing! How dare you harm my daughter!"
Chu Qianfan remained unfazed.
Xuan Qing bowed slightly to the source of the voice and said, "Senior Brother Xuan Ge, it was not me who harmed your daughter, but that Five Elements Hermit."
Chu Qianfan said, "It is true that she was harmed. But I also gave her a great opportunity. If she hadn't fallen into demonic possession, how could she have awakened the Forgetful Water Lord? And if she hadn't awakened the Forgetful Water Lord, how could she have obtained the 'True Understanding of the Seven Emotions Responding to the True Water and Attaining the Dao'?"
The sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses grew increasingly fierce, the stench of blood so thick it seemed to soak the night sky into a sea of crimson: "If one's immortal foundation is indestructible, one's spiritual consciousness cannot be obscured, let alone a True Monarch who has merged with the Dao of Heaven and Earth! Whom can you fool with these words?"
Chu Qianfan chuckled lightly: "But she died in the end, by Shouyi's sword."
Upon hearing this, the night sky fell silent, as if no one dared to speak further.
After a long while, Xuanqing spoke first: "Senior Brother Xuange, those intertwined branches and lovebirds are ultimately not reliable immortal foundations. Even if you put in a lot of effort to plant them, they may not succeed. It would be better to cultivate the Seven Emotions Seeds—right now, as long as we completely sever the remnant spirit of the Forgetful Water Lord, that would be another path to heaven."
The night sky remained silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Xuan Ge's voice rang out again, asking, "What is your reward?"
Before Xuan Qing could answer, Chu Qianfan spoke up for him.
"It's rice root."
Xuan Ge said, "It's that Dao Ancestor."
The Dao Ancestor stood at the bottom of the pit, looking at the dark, shadowy thing, and asked, "What is this?"
A faint light drifted from afar and landed on the edge of the pit.
A flash of inspiration appeared, hovering before the Dao Ancestor, flickering in and out of sight.
Lingguang said, "This is turbidity."
"turbidity?"
"Before you have watered the soil with your sweat, the rice grows out of the soil, relying on the mud."
The Taoist Ancestor said, "But drinking the turbid liquid was useless for me."
Lingguang said, "Of course it's useless, you have no roots. The roots of a grain are planted in the soil, and impurities travel through the soil. You have no roots, so the impurities enter your stomach and stop at the edge of the cave. They can't get out, and you can't dissolve them. They can only stay there and turn into bitterness."
The Dao Ancestor sat with his head bowed for a long time.
Then he returned to He's side and sat down.
The rice is still there, its ears heavy with grain.
He tore off a grain of rice and put it in his mouth, filling the hole.
Days passed one by one.
The rice plants turn green and then wither, wither and then turn green again.
The Taoist patriarch ate rice every day and stopped thinking about the cave.
One day, the rice withered again.
The Dao Ancestor remained calm and, as always, tried to drench himself.
Suddenly, it got dark.
A cool drop landed on his forehead.
The Dao Ancestor raised his head, and another drop fell on his face, trickling down his cheek.
Then came thousands upon thousands of drops, pouring down in a torrent.
The rain pattered on the withered rice.
The Daoist Ancestor stood in the rain, watching the green shoots emerge from the roots, the withered ears of grain swelling up again, drooping heavily, each grain of rice tightly packed together.
As usual.
But this time, he didn't sweat.
The Dao Ancestor asked, "What is this?"
Lingguang said, "This is Qing."
The Daoist Ancestor asked, "Qing?"
Lingguang said, "Sweat is your own, cleanliness is a gift from heaven. Sweat has its end, but cleanliness is endless. Sweat if you can, and wait for cleanliness if you can't. The crops won't wither, and you won't starve."
The Daoist Ancestor said, "Will they starve to death? But ultimately, this depends on grain. What if Wan Fuhe is gone?"
The light hovered before him, flickering, without uttering a word.
The Daoist Ancestor said, "Turbidity can nourish crops, and so can clarity. Turbidity has made me dull, because you have no roots for me. And clarity? Clarity comes from Heaven, dullness comes from the soil, dullness comes from the roots. Clarity can directly fall upon the crops, but can dullness directly fall upon me?"
Lingguang said, "The Qingjing has fallen into your possession."
The Dao Ancestor reached out and wiped the water from his face, saying, "When the water falls on the rice plants, the rice plants come alive. When it falls on my body, it just gets wet."
Why is Ziqing also clumsy?
Lingguang asked, "Do you drink chicken soup?"
The Taoist Ancestor said, "Drinking chicken, now that you're standing in Qingli, saying these words is just foolish."
Lingguang asked, "Has the medicine gone into your stomach, or filled the cave?"
The Daoist Ancestor said, "No."
Lingguang said, "Sweat comes from the gradual brewing of your body. Turbidity comes from the gradual digging of your body. Clearness comes from the fact that you did nothing, so it comes from you."
The Daoist Ancestor stood in the rain, the clear liquid in his palm trickling down between his fingers.
He then looked at He.
The clear water falls on the ears, stalks, and stems of the rice, flowing down the stalks to the roots and into the soil.
He suddenly thought of something.
He was searching for something to fill the hole.
He tested the chicken's sweat, and the sweat returned to his body.
I tried testing chicken blood, but the blood just flowed out.
I tested it with water, and the water filled the hole.
The chicken was tested for turbidity, and the turbidity caused it bitterness, which filled the hole with its bitterness.
Try the chicken to clear the water, the chicken clears the water, and he also fills the hole with stupidity.
But after passing through the fields, the rice plants turned green.
When the rice turns green, it will soon be ripe.
Rice fills the hole.
The stupidity he wanted was clarity.
What he wants is rice.
Rice is given by grains, and grains are nourished by clean water.
He couldn't keep Qing, but he could keep Mi.
There is no rice when the rice is withered, but there is rice when the rice is green.
He wants to store as much rice as possible when the rice is green, because he's afraid of losing it when the rice withers.
How can we make He Duo Zu rice?
He squatted down beside the rice stalks, watching the rainwater trickle down the stalks.
The clear liquid comes from the sky, falls on the ears of grain, flows down the stalk to the roots, and penetrates into the soil. The roots of the rice absorb the clear liquid from the soil, and from the roots to the stalks, and from the stalks to the ears of grain.
The clear water falls downwards, while the grain absorbs upwards.
The clear water returns to its source, and the green rice returns to its source.
Ke Qingben often comes.
The Taoist patriarch suddenly began digging around the rice stalks.
He pressed the soil down close to the roots of the rice plants, piling it up to create a large pit that Fu had made himself.
The rain was still falling, and clear water slowly filled the ditch.
The grain stands in the middle of the water.
The rain stopped, and the water in the ditch was sparkling, reflecting the sky.
The rice still stood in the middle of the water.
After some time, the rice grains suddenly sprouted, looking like glutinous rice.
The other grains of rice are pure white, but this one is yellowish-brown, with only the tip showing a translucent glint, like sweat dried on skin and then rinsed clean.
The Daoist Ancestor asked, "What's going on?"
Lingguang said, "The rice seed is now rice. You surround it in the center of the pit, soak its roots in sweat, and rinse its stalks. It changes. Now it's rice, and this rice is rice seed."
Xuan Ge asked, "Was it the rice root that the Dao Ancestor used to nourish the Dao seed with the pure Qi of the mortal world?"
Chu Qianfan laughed and said, "No, after the Dao Ancestor knew that the Earthly Fiend Ancestor could not absorb it, he lowered his head and sat there for a long time."
The Dao Ancestor sat with his head bowed for a long time.
After lifting the rope, he picked up the muddy water and returned to the side of the rice.
The Daoist Master said to He, "I have no roots. Zhuo stopped at the edge of the cave. Then you will become my roots."
He lifted the stalk of rice, peeled open the skin of his abdomen, revealing an empty hole, and inserted the rice root into it.
The roots touched the edge of the hole, as if they had found their way home, and probed in one by one.
The pain was worse than the pain at the root of the tongue, and deeper than the pain of someone speaking in one's ear.
The root pierced through the hole in the chicken's neck and went even deeper.
It must spread out, bind his bones, and dig into his flesh.
The stalks of rice stood upright on his abdomen, and green shoots gushed from his body, flowing along the stalks towards his abdomen.
The ears of grain droop down, with grains piling up.
Lingguang said, "Now you have roots."
The Daoist Ancestor put the turbid substance into his mouth.
It's still bitter.
But this time, the turbidity did not stop at the edge of the cave, turning into bitterness.
It travels along the root, from the root to the stalk, from the stalk to the ear, and from the ear it suddenly emerges again, becoming new grains of rice.
The Taoist Ancestor tore off a grain of rice and put it in his mouth.
Sweet.
The Taoist master said, "It turns out that bitterness can be overcome and turned into sweetness, but it must have roots."
Xuan Ge was greatly surprised and said, "Your story..."