Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 425: Taking the Spiritual Dew Again (Part )

————Biha Cave

The bluestone walls are condensed with the fragrance of grass that has lingered for a hundred years, and four spirit stone lamps cast a dim and calming halo in the corners of the cave.

Kang Dabao assumed the Xiaoyao Single-legged Sitting posture, with his left leg crossed and right knee slightly lowered. He pinched the Taiyi finger with his left hand and pressed the Fengfu acupoint. His right hand was held up like a dew-receiving plate and placed on the second-order Mirage Yunmeng Seat he had just acquired, with a solemn expression and his eyes and mouth closed.

Soon, a wisp of green smoke rose from the fontanelle and slowly condensed into the shape of a fairy bird.

Gradually, the fairy bird and the white smoke from the pot of spiritual incense on the low table beside Master Kang mixed together, and the blue and white colors intertwined together. The fairy bird's spiritual eyes seemed to open, and the scene was magical and wonderful beyond words.

This is the third year that Kang Dabao has been in seclusion. Compared with his previous practice, he has made considerable progress.

A small part of the credit must be attributed to the newly acquired second-level Mirage Yunmeng Seat and the Eight Bitterness Zen Heart Incense given by Jiang Qing.

The former was presented by the Yang brothers who had just moved to Jackdaw Mountain. It required a second-level weapon master to spend several years collecting the illusion mist intercepted when the mirage dissipated and solidified it. It has the effect of overcoming illusions and alerting one's true heart. It is considered a rare item, and it also opened a good start for the generous Yang brothers' days in Jackdaw Mountain;

The Eight Bitterness Zen Heart Incense is even rarer. Just by looking at the name, it has the effect of calming the mind and calming the spirit, and enlightening the mind. According to the most knowledgeable head mistress of the Chongming Sect, the piece of incense the size of a finger joint in the incense burner of the head of the Kang family is the share that the distant branches of the Kuang family can only receive every twenty years.

So where did Jiang Qing get his foundation from? It's not hard to guess.

As a strange syllable sounded in the Biha Cave, Kang Dabao withdrew his finger and opened his eyes. A breath of foul air came out of his mouth, and his pupils, which were originally black and white, turned into a brilliant golden color.

After a few more breaths, the golden color in his eyes slowly faded, but there was still a trace of spiritual energy in his eyes that lingered for a long time.

"It will only take another three to five years for my golden eyes to reach perfection." Kang Dabao couldn't help but feel complacent. After speaking in a calm voice, he gathered his fingers into a sword and pointed at an insect nest a hundred steps away.

The "buzzing" sound of flying insects rang out in the quiet cave. Master Kang did not find it unpleasant to listen to. Instead, he smiled as he looked at the silver cloud of insects.

"Yes, we have finally restored the scale we had three years ago. However, it is far from being possible to achieve this with only the Yingyue Stone Slab and Rotten Apricot Coral."

When Kang Dabao thought of this, a handful of stones fell into his hands.

This stone is dotted with star patterns, and even though it has been gnawed by countless lion bugs for so many years, it is still the same size as the one that Master Kang got from the remains of the mountain barbarians.

"If it is used this way, I wonder how many generations my Kang family can pass it down."

Kang Dabao smiled lightly, summoned the insect cloud with his finger, and the cloud slowly fell back into the nest. During this time, Master Kang thought to himself: "I may need to practice the "Full Moon Visualization Method" more carefully. Otherwise, when the number of insect clouds increases again in a few years, I am afraid that I will not be able to control it at the same time."

In fact, it is impossible for an ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building to have such a powerful spiritual awareness as Kang Dabao.

Don't think that he has only mastered this method to the "rough" level, but if it weren't for the help of this secret refining technique of the highest cosmic level, how could he, the head of the Kang family, be so capable in fighting?
Not to mention the group of lion insects that made people stunned at first sight, even if it was the top-grade spiritual weapon Tu Jian, Kang Dabao would definitely find it difficult to control it so smoothly.

“If I can refine this method to the minor success level when I am at the peak of foundation building, I might be able to match the consciousness of fake pills and use 70% of the power of low-level magic weapons like those pill masters.”

Compared with the Full Moon Visualization Method and the Golden Eyes that Can See Through Delusion, the Ancient Original Body can be considered one of the best body-refining techniques in Yunjiaozhou, but it can hardly be called the most powerful method of Master Kang.

Even the half-baked "The Art of War Taught by the Halberd Bearer of the God of the Wood Mansion" was much better than the middle-grade cosmic martial arts of the Ancient Original Body because of the blessing of Tu Ke.

Ordinary cultivators only sigh that the true Dharma is hard to obtain, but Great Master Kang has almost used up all his three jade beads, but he still cannot complete his cultivation.

This is a blessing that is hard to find for 99% of the cultivators in the world. Even the contemporary Taoist master of Liangyi Sect can hardly master several complete cosmic-level skills like him.

Kang Dabao, who was immersed in the wonderful artistic conception created by the Eight Bitterness Zen Incense, should not have woken up at this time, but today was the third year he had been in seclusion here, and something he had been looking forward to for a long time had also arrived.

Master Kang picked up the Hunyuan Gourd that had been hanging around his waist and looked at it. It had been thirty-six years since he first took the spiritual dew in the 420th year of Qianfeng.

Looking at this gourd that Kang Dabao had imagined to be invaluable, it was still the same as before, with black glaze, a red base, a silver-plated stopper and a purple copper mouth. It was not beautiful at all.

Even the gourd stopper seemed a little incomplete. Judging from its appearance alone, it could not compete with the equally mysterious black bones that had immortal seals on them.

However, we should not judge things by appearances. Even if the spiritual dew in the gourd is no longer effective like last time, the wisp of green smoke in it that can save the life of Master Kang is the most incredible treasure.

Kang Dabao caressed the gourd affectionately for a while, his short, thick fingers resting on it, his movements even more gentle than when he stroked Fei Shuhe's delicate, snow-white skin:

"Tsk, when I was in that mortal restaurant, why did I only know how to take things away? I should have put all the pots, pans, tables, chairs and stools into the storage bag without leaving anything behind. If that were the case, I don't know how happy I would be now."

These distracting thoughts were completely useless. Kang Dabao sighed again, and as the spirit rose in his eyes, his thoughts were also pulled back.

But when he pointed his finger at a point of spiritual light in the air, the Hunyuan Gourd flew out of his hand and hung three inches in front of the knee of Master Kang.

The silver light on the gourd stopper was diluted a little, and as soon as it fell into the air, a stream of clear spiritual dew slowly precipitated from the gourd mouth.

As usual, he accepted the full bowl. Master Kang said nothing with a serious expression, hoping that this time he would not get nothing like Yuan Jin did last time.

After a moment of hesitation, he picked up the bowl and drank it down.

The moment the spiritual dew entered his mouth, it was as if a vast expanse of spring water had flooded over the cracked riverbed. The hidden injuries from the previous fierce battles were washed away in the bright green light in an instant.

"It's still the same feeling as before! In other words, this spiritual dew is still useful to me!"

He was about to exclaim in his heart, as the spiritual dew passed through all the meridians, the jade lotus platform in his dantian gradually became excited, glowing with a bright and holy light.

Drops of spiritual dew quickly passed through the jade lotus platform and turned into thousands of stars. They then flowed along Kang Dabao's meridians again and gradually formed a map of the stars in the sky.

After this, a feeling of pleasure far more comfortable than the previous two times suddenly emerged in Kang Dabao's body, almost making him moan. But the good times didn't last long. Suddenly, this comfortable feeling was just a flash, and a burning pain exploded from his pupils. Kang Dabao felt as if thousands of silver needles were stirring in his eye sockets.

Fortunately, this situation did not last too long. The Zhoutian star map in the meridians emitted a fluorescent light, which made Master Kang feel as if he had encountered a warm spring when the pain was the most severe. The burning pain in his eyes was immediately swept away.

No one knew how much time had passed, until the collar of Master Kang's clothes was soaked with blood and tears, and he finally opened his eyes very carefully.

Unexpectedly, after opening his eyes for just a moment, he discovered that his eyes were completely different from before.

"My golden eyes that can break illusions seem to have been perfected."

————Yehu Mountain
"Crack" the shiny black spirit hoe hit the stone in the spirit field and smashed it into pieces easily.

Zhou Yixiu expressionlessly dug up the gravel and sprinkled a handful of moon fern seeds soaked in spiritual fluid. He pinched his fingers for a while until the seeds showed signs of life. Then he let out a long breath, put his hands on his hips and cursed, "You are so tiring!"

Mo Ku, who was standing by, immediately stopped what he was doing when he saw this, and hurried over to help Zhou Yixiu up, saying, "Elder, please take a rest. You just stay in charge of the command. The disciples will do the rough work."

"Go away, go away. How can I let you go if you are so clumsy? If you delay the practice of our head brother, I can't afford it." Zhou Yixiu's face was full of disgust. Seeing that Mo Ku beside him could only smile awkwardly, he scolded again:
"You kid don't know how to be serious. It's fine if you don't have talent in cultivation, but you are not even as good as Master Jia. You are only a few years away from reaching the age of seventy, and your cultivation level cannot reach the seventh level of Qi training. At least you can promote Master Jia to the first level of middle grade.

Even if I can't get the title of deacon, at least I have an excuse to ask you in front of the head brother. If you don't make progress now, do you really want to be like Du Qing, who was also demoted to the status of an outer disciple and went to Jackdaw Mountain to start a family and career? ! "

Mo Ku's face was filled with more shame. He lowered his head and said softly, "The elder taught me what I am saying, but I was born with a wooden head. I have failed to live up to the elder's teachings."

"It's nothing to disappoint me, just don't disappoint yourself." Zhou Yixiu also knew that it was rare for Mo Ku to have such achievements. After a light sigh, he put away his previous tone of disappointment and asked kindly, "How many days will it take for your Senior Brother Kang to come back?"

Mo Ku thought for a while before saying, "According to what Senior Brother Kang said when he returned to the sect, he should be back in three to five days."

"Well," Zhou Yixiu counted on his fingers and nodded, "It's still a reasonable decision. At least we're still in time and won't waste too much time."

Hearing some resentment from the old cultivator, Mo Ku wanted to do something to help Kang Rongquan:

"Elder Zhou is not unaware that the rule of 'an elder must be present at every lecture at Yulin Hall' was first set by Elder Pei. As his eldest disciple, Senior Brother Kang must take the lead and set a good example."

"I want you to tell me?!" Zhou Yixiu snorted, his eyes widened as big as copper bells, and his tone was still somewhat dissatisfied:
"Do you think I am willing to give up the assignment of Jiachou Army Camp and come here to work with you clumsy boys? Don't I know what you said, but if it delays the farming season and I can't plant so many moon ferns, and thus delays the cultivation of the head brother, where will I put my old face?"

"What the elder said is true. I will go and tell all my fellow disciples to put their hearts and souls into it and not ruin the important things of the sect!"

Mo Ku found an excuse and slipped away from the old cultivator, then he saw a long team of animal carts coming ahead.

The leader of the beast cart team was a monk wearing a brocade robe and carrying a sword, with a horrible scar running through his face. The monk had a strong murderous aura, and it was difficult for Mo Ku to open his eyes.

"Junior Brother Ming is here?" Mo Ku smiled and bowed to greet him.

"Oh, it's Brother Mo," Mingzhe nodded in return. He was on a mission this time, so he didn't have the energy to exchange pleasantries with Mo Ku. He just asked, "Is Fourth Uncle here? My master asked me to bring him something."

"It's just in front, junior brother, please be careful with your words. The elder just got angry, and he might explode at any moment." After Mo Ku finished speaking, a look of fear appeared on his face.

Mingzhe smiled slightly, and the horrible scar on his face twisted like a centipede. Fortunately, he seemed to realize this very quickly, and immediately calmed down and thanked him: "Thank you, Senior Brother Mo, for your advice."

After finishing speaking, Mingzhe ordered the caravan to rest for a while, and he walked up to Zhou Yixiu, bowed his head and said, "Greetings to my uncle-master."

"Well, Master Ming, did you just come here from the Jiachou military camp? Is there anything unusual in the military camp?"

"Master uncle has a good way of making a fortune. I have traveled all over the counties of Yunjiao over the years and have found few places that are more prosperous than our Chongming Sect's Jiachou Military Camp. But Master uncle has not been in the camp for ten days, and the camp has lost its backbone. My master has been annoyed by the disturbance and is complaining all day long."

"I will write a letter to Third Senior Brother later. When Rongquan comes back from preaching in the sect, I will go back." Zhou Yixiu smiled faintly for a while, and then asked, "Does Third Senior Brother have anything to say?"

"That's not the case," Mingzhe shook his head again: "It's just that the day before yesterday, a second-level poisonous python came out of nowhere and harmed people around the Jiachou military camp. After Master heard the news, he spent half a day to find it and kill it.

He heard from a medical practitioner that the poisonous python gallbladder was a good product for nourishing vital energy, so he sent his nephew to bring it to him with his uncle.

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Zhou Yixiu did not refuse. Just as he took it, he saw Mingzhe take out another item: "This is the Qinghua wine that Senior Brother Duan and Senior Sister Zhou sent their nephew to bring for Uncle to enjoy."

Zhou Yixiu showed no joy on his face, he just said: "This wine is too weak, even women don't like to drink it, but you gave it to me anyway."

Mingzhe smiled after hearing this: "This is a second-level lower-grade spirit wine. It can soothe all meridians. It is much better than the strong liquor that Cai Keqing gave you as a gift every day."

Zhou Yixiu shook his head and did not argue with him, and only asked again: "Has the head brother come out of retreat?"

"I don't know about that," Mingzhe shook his head and then said, "My nephew came here because he has something to report to my uncle. Brother Duan came to see me last time, and he wanted me to become his disciple. I have already reported it to my master, and he has agreed."

"Oh, this is a good thing." Zhou Yixiu knew that his grandson Duan Ping'an, like his parents, only had four spiritual roots. Although this was considered a blessing from heaven for ordinary families, it was hard to say what his future would be like.

Mingzhe, however, was the disciple who was most likely to establish a foundation in the next generation of Chongming Sect after Kang Rongquan. Zhou Yixiu would not be dissatisfied that Duan Ping'an could become Mingzhe's disciple and learn some skills passed down by Jiang Qing to protect himself.

The two chatted for a while, and Mingzhe was about to leave. He had business to do, so he couldn't stay too long. Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the caravan, he saw several talismans flashing towards him.

Mingzhe and Moku each cut off a path, and Zhou Yixiu also looked curiously with his spiritual hoe. Unexpectedly, when his old eyes touched the letter talisman, he was shocked:

"Then the abbot of Benying Temple is coming back?!"

(End of this chapter)