Chapter 89 The Yellow Taoist
Thinking of these things, Ling Yuan felt aroused, and then he began to turn the old vines up. When he moved all the old vines away, a different ground finally appeared in front of him.
The old vines were so lush that it did not have the ground under the old vines now, and it was different from the surrounding land because it was yellow land. This was nothing, mainly because the soil was actually cooked. In other words, these soils were actually treated. Generally speaking, when I was still relatively poor in the past, the adobe houses built in the countryside collapsed, and over time, the places would become like this.
In other words, this place should have had a building in the past, and it was a building made of rammed loess. But this also shows a problem, that is, even if there are buildings here, it was a long time ago. When Ling Yuan found many broken blue bricks in this pile of loess, he proved this point. Digging a little further, some rubble began to appear.
"Looking at this kind of soil, it's at least hundreds of years! Such a place was not found for many years before the catastrophe. I just don't know what this place was?" Ling Yuan stood up, looked at the place, and said softly.
This place is actually not big. According to current standards, it is only about 100 square meters. Unfortunately, after the catastrophe, many things have changed, and the same is true here. It is probably impossible to understand what happened before.
After thinking about it, Ling Yuan simply began to dig up extensively. The poisonous ivy in his hand penetrated deep into the ruins and began to dismantle all the broken bricks and tiles. It took too long and I don’t know how long it had been buried here. These things have become like mud, which is very difficult to clean up. After a while, I finally cleaned up the ground.
"Hey, there is actually a hole here?!" As he dug, Ling Yuan suddenly showed a hole the size of a bowl in the ruins. This was an unexpected appearance. He walked over and took a look and saw that it was pitch black inside, but it seemed that it was not particularly deep.
After looking at it, Ling Yuan found that it seemed like a room inside, and there should be something there. This appearance immediately made him feel a little moved. He seemed to think of where the thing might have gone before. If he guessed correctly, it should be in this place!
Without thinking, the poison ivy in his hand opened the hole directly, just like he could accommodate a person in. After looking at it, he jumped down.
When he entered it, he realized that this should be a place similar to a basement. Although it was not big, it was only about ten square meters, there were also many things inside. There was a decayed table, and the wall was already covered with moss because of the tide and wetness. There were still a few books on the table, but at this moment you could tell that it was probably useless.
"It's all Taoist scriptures. It seems that the owner here should be a Taoist practitioner!" Although those who read Taoist scriptures are not necessarily Taoist priests, at least those who read Taoist scriptures in such a place must be a Taoist practitioner. After all, this place was probably not much different from now many years ago. If anyone dared to stay in such a place without ability, who would dare to do it? Without saying anything else, jackals, tigers and leopards are enough for him to drink a pot.
As the entrance of the cave expanded, the moonlight outside sprinkled in, and the whole room became brighter. One corner of the room had collapsed, and a lot of water had accumulated on the ground. However, thanks to the drainage measures in the room and the lush old vines outside, otherwise, after so many years, it would have been flooded in such a place.
In addition to that table, there was also a Hu bed in the room with a futon that was no longer in appearance. But what Ling Yuan noticed was that on this futon, a white bone was lying tilted.
"Dao Robe, Whisk, Nine Yang Scarf! I'll wipe it, is the old Taoist I just saw this white bone? Could it be that this person has gone from human to ghost path, but became a ghost cultivator after his death?" Seeing this white bone, Ling Yuan's eyes shrank and thought.
Although the things on this white bone were old, they still remained the same as before. So he could tell at a glance that this was the dress of the old Taoist just now, and the skeleton looked almost the same size. This surprised him, but in this way, it made sense why the old Taoist wanted to worship the moon and only came out at night.
However, after he looked at it again, he denied his thoughts. Because he saw that the person in front of him was really dead, and there was no spirituality on the dry bones. Even if he was a cultivator with a high level of cultivation during his lifetime, if he did not have any spirituality at all when he reached the bones, it would really not exist. And if he really became a ghost cultivator, then at least he should find a way to deal with his flesh body, at least he would not let him be with the insects and ants here.
Especially for some ghost cultivators, because of the special nature of their practice, they may even be able to use their own flesh again in the future. After all, this is obviously not understandable, so in the end, Ling Yuan overturned his previous thoughts.
"It's strange, besides this place, what else can hide that thing? And no matter how you look at it, it should be possible here! Forget it, death is the most important thing, no matter how you say it, it's a fellow disciple, I'll help you collect the bones!" After looking around, Ling Yuan couldn't help but shake his head and looked at the bones and said.
He walked over directly, and he was about to lay the bone flat on the Hu bed and then burn it with a fire. In this way, he would be worthy of him. However, when he touched the bone, he couldn't help but stop his movements.
"Hey, there are still things here!" He was a little far away just now and was blocked by the Taoist robe, so he didn't see it. There was a sheepskin booklet on the body of the white bone. This made him interested in it all at once. This thing was obviously treated with special treatment, so after so long, it didn't break at all. He quickly took it out and sat in a corner of the Hu bed, starting to look.
There are many things recorded in this booklet, but not many are really useful. However, from this booklet, Ling Yuan still learned about the identity of this bone and some related matters.
This Taoist priest has no name or name, he only knows his surname is Huang. Even he himself said that others call him Huang Taoist priest. Over time, he used this as his name. This man was originally a Taoist priest, a person from the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago. By some coincidence, he obtained a martial arts and embarked on the path of cultivation. This process is somewhat similar to Ling Yuan’s own experience.
His practice was pretty good, but because of his qualifications, he only practiced to the late stage of foundation building. Since it was the late Ming Dynasty, in order to avoid war and to practice and practice, he came to this place and built a small Taoist temple himself, and since then he practiced and lived here. Obviously, this ruin was the place where the Taoist temple was located, and this basement was his place of cultivation!
Because this zodiac was trapped in the stage of foundation building, as he was getting older, he began to be anxious about his breakthrough. So he often traveled around, with the purpose of finding some things such as heaven and earth, and using them to break through to the realm of golden elixir. But there is no such thing as this thing! In this way, this zodiac has been searching for decades, and finally, in the southwest border area, he found something.
"Earth Fire! He is so brave! He actually found something like that. If he was really refining it, he might be able to break through! However, now it seems that he has obviously failed!" Ling Yuan couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the thing recorded in the booklet. He is no longer the novice of his practice before, so he naturally knows what the so-called earth fire is.
Generally speaking, natural flames that exist underground can be called earth fire. If we look at this explanation, generally where there are volcanoes, there must be earth fire. But this definition is actually not appropriate, because in the eyes of practitioners, only after reaching a certain level can this flame be considered earth fire. Therefore, this means that not all volcanoes have earth fire.
In a volcano, only a ball of flame can be truly considered earth fire. It is the king of this volcano. All the flame power is condensed and it will only be produced over time. The longer the earth fire is cultivated, the stronger it will naturally be. The energy contained in it is conceivable. If a practitioner can transform its power into existing ones, it will naturally make his cultivation progress by leaps and bounds. Moreover, the lower the cultivation level, the greater the progress.
But the risks can be imagined. If you are not careful, you will probably be wiped out. For the zodiac, the earth fire should be stronger than him. Originally, he shouldn't have touched it at this time, but if time doesn't wait for anyone, he can only bet on luck!
(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!