[No system + mortal flow + excessive caution + long-term flow]
Immortal masters test spirits, and only those with nine orifices and above can enter the sect.
Lin Yuan only detected eight orifices.
He was wearing patchwork linen clothes and open-toed straw sandals, holding half a piece of bran cake stuffed by his sister in his hand. Five years ago, my father was taken away by a fake immortal and never came back. Everyone thought he was a waste, not even worthy of being a handyman.
No one knew that he dug out a dusty and broken stone bowl under the blood banyan tree.
Put the cold spring water in and it will turn into spiritual water within an hour. Put the waste elixir dregs in and condense the body tempering elixir overnight. Put brown rice and other grains into it, and it turns into spiritual rice in an instant. Polygonatum ginseng dug from the mountains was thrown in and made into a treasure ointment. Dead things go in, spiritual things come out, and all comers are not rejected.
He hid the stone bowl in a secret compartment of the stove and chopped firewood and carried materials during the day, pretending to be a coward with only three levels of qi and blood. At night, the bamboo raft door is closed tightly, and bowl after bowl, the junk is turned into a resource for cultivation. The ninth level of qi and blood, the power to move mountains is so great that outsiders don't even know a word about it.
During the same period, four of the handymen died and two were transferred. He went from being a newbie to an old man in three years.
He Chong whipped him with a whip, but he lowered his head and endured it. Qian Duoduo rummaged through his things, and he smiled and pretended to be confused, then turned around and borrowed a knife to send the person into the spiritual mine.
He wrote down all the accounts one by one.
Anyone who dares to touch the secret of that bowl will die.
The next target is the ruined alchemy room...
