There was no day or moon in the cultivation world, and one did not know the years of winter and summer. Chen Ang only used the everlasting lamp flame in his hand to slightly test the method of creating vitality, and became familiar with the principles of true fire and true water. Outside the main hall, the moon was already in the middle of the sky, and according to the time, it was the third watch of the night.
But the stupid teenager Wang Ming tossed and turned restlessly after he went back, feeling so depressed that he couldn't fall asleep. Li Ning gave him the elixir early on, but he just treated him as a stinky dog shit and refused to talk to him anymore. This teenager was also open-minded and didn't take it to heart. It was just that Chen Ang's teasing at noon made him very depressed. Now all he wanted to do was to learn spells and seek immortality.
In the middle of the night, he got up a few times to lament endlessly, feeling a little sorry for himself. His body was filled with a sour and rotten aura that no one appreciated his talent. He thought too much in his mind and suddenly came back to his senses. He suddenly thought, "The Immortals have said that the Dharma is not easily passed down, and he wants to give me another test. Who said that this round of questioning is not a test?
"After all, magic cannot be taught to six ears. Uncle Li Ning was next to me during the day. Even if the immortal taught me the way of immortality, it was quite inconvenient. Before he left, he threw me three times. Could it be that he was reminding me to come back at midnight?"
Thinking of this, he didn't feel sleepy at all. Now he was hanging around the door of the main hall where Chen Ang lived. Until midnight, he saw the light in the main hall where Chen Ang lived was extinguished. From afar, he saw the window at the back of the main hall was opened, and a stream of light shot up to the sky and went to the depths of Qixia Mountain.
The stupid teenager was confused, shivering in the cold autumn wind, and shouted in the direction of the stream of light, "Immortal Master, Immortal Master … Master!" But there was no reply.
"Didn't we say to meet at midnight?" The teenager said in a resentful tone.
This time he was frozen for half the night, and his body was very uncomfortable. Such an encounter made the teenager almost cry. His heart was half resentful and half sad. Wang Ming slapped the door of the hall, but he heard an empty sound on the door. He seemed to have triggered some kind of inspiration, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes! That Daoist priest has already left, and from the looks of it, he won't be coming back anytime soon. Doesn't that mean that there's only one big snake in this hall now? " Normally, Wang Ming wouldn't have the guts to offend Mo Chou, but right now, he happened to have a bottle of Spirit Crane Saliva that could restrain the Scarlet Serpent's venom. Li Ning hated him so much that he didn't even keep the Spirit Medicine for himself and gave him half the bottle of Spirit Crane Saliva.
"If I can find the Heavenly Tome that the Daoist priest hid, with my talent, would I still need to listen to him? I expect that by the time he finds me, my spells and divine abilities will have already surpassed his. Why would I still be afraid of him? "
With a wicked heart, Wang Ming went around to the back of the hall and went in through the window that Chen Ang had opened. In the pitch-black hall, there was only one eternal lamp on the Three Pure Ones' table. Mochou was sitting on the table, and her bright red scales looked like they were flowing with blood under the dim light. Wang Ming plucked up his courage and took out the porcelain bottle that contained the saliva of the spirit crane. He poured out half of the bottle and smeared it on a long stick that he had found at random.
Apart from the stack of Daoist books on the table, there were only three things: a jade tablet with ancient characters inscribed on it, a long sword shaped like a long feather, and an unknown black glass bead. Mo Chou, the Scarlet Serpent, was sitting on the side, and only lazily slid down when Wang Ming drove him away with the stick smeared with Spirit Crane Saliva.
Wang Ming's heart was beating fast, and his breathing was rapid. He hurriedly rummaged through the books, and found that the Daoist books left by Chen Ang were all Daoist books that could be bought on the market. He held the three things in his arms and fled the hall without looking back.
Mo Chou just looked at him like he was an idiot, watching him leave, and then returned to the table. Of course, if someone came this time, they would have to face a fierce and terrible spirit beast.
Chen Ang stood on the Green Sharp Rock of Qixia Mountain, releasing the everlasting lamp flame to refine the Real Fire of the Sun under the moonlight. Feeling that the prohibition he had left was touched, he showed a smile of understanding. The everlasting lamp flame in the endless moonlight of Qixia Mountain polished away the restlessness of absorbing the Real Fire of the Sun during the day, and once again restored the gentle and clean Taoist nature of the true spirit, Chen Ang put it back into his Dantian.
Then, he spat out a roll of Milky Way Dharma power and slowly refined it in the moonlight, improving its nature. At the same time, the moonlight and the Milky Way Dharma power intertwined and purified, bringing with it wisps of Void Spiritual Qi and the power of the stars, sprinkling it on Qixia Mountain again. The vegetation on the mountain was lush and lush, bathing in the moonlight of the Milky Way and nourishing the land veins.
In Qixia Temple, the sloppy monk was meditating in the wing room. When the moonlight shone on him from the window, a man with golden skin and jade-like bones, with a clear glaze light flowing all over his body, was sitting under the moonlight, without a trace of sloppiness.
The moonlight shone on the glaze body, making the monk look solemn. The glaze body of the monk smiled and looked at the moonlight shining on the whole mountain outside the window. He cupped his hands and praised, "Taoism follows nature, the unity of heaven and man. Fellow Taoist, you have extracted the essence of heaven and earth without harming all creatures, creating yourself and all living beings. You are indeed the orthodox Mystic Door, the direct descendant of the Great Way."
In the moonlight, the Milky Way Dharma Power that flowed on the whole Qixia Mountain carefully combed the Qi of Heaven and Earth, the land veins, and the water veins of this beautiful blessed land, calmly dispelling the Yin Qi and bad luck in the land veins. Like a stream, it silently nourished all living things in this world, and promoted the circulation of the land veins.
With this one night's work, this magnificent scenery of Qixia Mountain would not have the possibility of withering for the next thirty years.
When the sun rose in the east and Chen Ang finished collecting the purple gas, the Milky Way Dharma Power appeared again. Drops of moonlight clear water seeped out of the Milky Way, and were collected by Chen Ang in a jade bottle that was refined with some restrictions. He shook it, and the bottle was as light as a feather, but the quality of the jade became clearer.
This was the Lunar True Water, one of the seven great true waters in the world. It was bright and clear, pure and clean, and its nature was the cleanest. After all, it was formed by the power of moonlight and Lunar True Water, and it had the virtue of being light and gentle. It was not as heavy as the Tianyi True Water, which was one of the seven great true waters in the world, and a drop of it would become a lake or river.
White sand also fell from the Milky Way like mist and dew, and was collected by Chen Ang. This was the Milk of Earth Essence Stone, which was best at nourishing vital Qi, making up for congenital deficiencies, and suppressing inner demons. It could also create wood-elemental natural treasures, and accelerate the growth of plants. It had endless magical uses.
Although there were drops of Lunar True Water and slightly more Milk of Earth Essence Stone, there were only about twenty drops. It did not seem like a lot, but if the sloppy old monk in Qixia Mountain saw it, he would probably be shocked, and he would ask Chen Ang for some. This kind of treasure was extremely difficult to create, and after hundreds of years of hard work, one could only collect three to five drops. How could one obtain so many in one night like Chen Ang?
The Lunar True Water had to be extracted from the moonlight with vital Qi. If a cultivator or an individual immortal did not have a compatible cultivation method, he could only obtain two to three drops after a hundred years of hard work! The Milk of Earth Essence Stone was even rarer. It was also known as the Milk of Earth Essence, and it was the essence of the creation of the earth veins. Only when the earth dragon turned over, and the earth veins changed drastically, could one have the chance to collect it. The process of obtaining this item was against the harmony of the heavens, and if it was not by coincidence, cultivators would never dare to collect it.
Only people like Chen Ang, who had the supernatural power of the Milky Way and was innately close to the seven great true waters, and whose magical powers were not inferior to the true disciples of the Heaven's Sanctum, could collect the Lunar True Water from the moonlight so easily.
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