Chapter 96 It’s dark
After that, Mu Ling took Li Chuan to the Fangshi at the foot of the mountain for dinner. He said: “There are few people eating in the Four Gods Palace, so the cooks are not careful and cook. I have practiced cooking and stir-frying with my spiritual thoughts. The taste is okay, but it has no soul."
Li Chuan looked at the large plate of dark paste on the table and felt that it was okay to have no soul. accepted.
Mu Ling introduced: "This is the signature of this store. It contains the meat of 8 kinds of spiritual animals, seasoned with 6 kinds of spiritual plants. The taste is very rich. Brother Li, try it quickly. , it loses its taste when it’s cold.”
Li Chuan tried to open his eyes and taste, took a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth.
A rich aroma burst out of the warm food and flowed smoothly down the esophagus. He subconsciously took another spoonful, wanting to taste it carefully, but found that he had to take another spoonful.
"How is it?" Mu Ling asked expectantly.
“It’s amazing. It’s amazing. I’ve never tasted anything like this.” Li Chuan praised it sincerely.
While eating, listening to Mu Ling tell some Xuanmen anecdotes, Li Chuan finally understood the status of the Four Gods Palace in Xuanmen, and Wen Guying, the elder brother of the Four Gods Palace, was in the Four Gods Palace. How revered is the status of the shrine.
After eating and drinking, when he reached the foot of the mountain, Mu Ling suddenly said goodbye to Li Chuan.
Li Chuan was a little surprised and asked, "Aren't you waiting for Master Wen?" Not long ago, he looked like he was going to guard the Four Gods Palace forever.
"I know that Senior Brother Guan is no longer here. I understand his character, and I believe in Senior Brother Wen and you," Mu Ling's eyes were calm and gentle, "I have inherited the kindness of Senior Brother Guan and will continue to do so while he is alive." When I was young, I had no chance to repay him. As a monk, I can only practice hard, inherit his will, and continue on this path."
Mu Ling turned around and waved to Li Chuan. "Brother Li, I'm leaving. When we meet next time, Brother Er may not be able to beat me up."
Li Chuan looked at Mu Ling's back and waved his hand, "I'm at Xuantai Emmanuel will be waiting for you, but you can’t get on the list or come!”
Mu Ling’s voice became smaller and smaller, and he seemed to hear some “Death to get on the list” from a distance, “Li Chuan, don’t scream! Second Senior Brother..." the words.
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In the next few days, Li Chuan did not go out for a walk.
He moved a table and placed it in the yard, waited for the sun to be at its best, sat down, put a few pieces of paper on it, and then spread the fragments of the Tianyin pot on the table.
He has actually mended a lot of things, including the walls and roof of his home, various utensils, Pang San, Miss Zhu... but it was just mending. Only the first time was different, an ordinary pot. The completed spiritual pot can cook vegetables and hatch eggs.
The so-called spiritual movement.
His eyes fell on the debris.
Daozhang Wen did not put any pressure on him. He said that if he could make up for it, he would make it up. If he couldn't make it up, let the weapon refiners from the Four Gods Palace take a look. If it didn't work, he would give Tianyu Sect another magic weapon.
But he wanted to mend it.
For no other reason than to listen to the gentle and gentle voice that pulled him out of the abyss of his heart.
There are 7 large fragments, the base remains relatively intact, and part of the neck has turned into powder and cannot be found.
He read some books here and there in the library, and he also got a rough idea of a lot of weapon refiner techniques.
If a craftsman is allowed to repair it, the materials must be replenished first, and then the entire pot must be refinished.
The materials for the heavenly magic weapon are hard to find, and it is even harder to restore its power and function.
But Li Chuan felt vaguely in his heart that as long as he could see it, he could repair it. There didn't seem to be a big difference between using leaves, flowers, or natural treasures.
The sun made him feel dizzy. Sometimes he seems to enter a mysterious state, but only for a moment, he is ejected dizzily. The fragments in front of him are still fragments, lying there quietly, seeming to laugh at his overestimation.
A magic weapon of heavenly quality.
Li Chuan took out the "Classic of Patterns" and flipped through a few pages to see if he could touch any of the pictures, but he couldn't.
"What a pity." Li Chuan heard someone talking and took a closer look. He saw that the little mouse sleeping in the sea of consciousness ran out of nowhere. He was squatting on the corner of the paper pad, looking at the fragments on it.
"Why is it such a pity?" Li Chuan asked him.
"Such a good magic weapon, but it was broken before I could copy it." The little mouse lamented. The light gray fur sparkled in the sun, and the two eyes were like black gems.
"Repair it and then copy it?" Li Chuan asked tentatively.
“It’s difficult, it’s difficult,” the little mouse shook his head. “The magic weapon has a spirit, let alone a heavenly magic weapon. But now it only has its form, and its charm is constantly dissipating. No matter how good the material is, it’s sticky. Well, it can’t stop Shen Yun from dissipating.”
Li Chuan understood.
This is why Tianyinhu followed them into the abyss of the heart.
"What if we go to the Bingxinjingtan for bubbles? Will it be useful?"
"Bingxinjingtan?" The little mouse's eyes suddenly became wary, "Where are we now?"
"In Tianju Mountain, the Four Gods Palace." Li Chuan answered.
Seeing the little mouse's body fading away, his right hand, which had been accumulating strength, immediately reached forward and grabbed the tail.
The little mouse's expression suddenly became bleak, "Can you stop scratching my tail every time?"
"What happened to the Four Gods Palace? Do you have enemies in the Four Gods Palace?" Li Chuan asked.
“The Four Gods Palace is ominous.” The little mouse sighed, and then he answered Li Chuan’s question, “Bubbles in the Bingxin Jingtan Pond can indeed prevent the charm from escaping, but if you want to remove it, After repairing it, you need to find a place with abundant spiritual energy to warm it up for a while.”
“Isn’t it possible here?” Li Chuan asked.
“Not even close.” said the little mouse.
Li Chuan took out his pot again, "What about putting it here?"
The little mouse looked carefully and suddenly said "Huh?"
“What’s wrong?”
“This pot looks a little strange.”
“What’s weird?”
“This pot doesn’t seem to be a The aura is gathering, but it is turning the things inside into aura.”
"No way? When I use it for cooking, the food doesn't turn into aura and disappear?"
"That's not what it means," the little mouse scratched its head with its paws, "but if there is nothing, it will Turn the air into aura, and if there is something, let it contain aura. For example, if you put a hundred-year-old ginseng in it and cultivate it for a few days, it may become like a three-hundred-year-old ginseng."
Li Chuan listened. I understood what the little mouse meant. No wonder there was spiritual energy in Jueling Land before.
"Can it be used?" Li Chuan continued to confirm.
"Okay," the little mouse suddenly thought of something, "After repairing it, you call me and let me make a few copies."
"Why should I call you?" Li Chuan asked.
"Recite it silently three times in your mind, I will definitely hear it," the little mouse warned again, "Go find some normal materials, stop pulling the leaves, and have a good pot. How can I make it like this for you?" .”
(End of this chapter)