Chapter 233: The Fox Borrows the Power of the Tiger
Yuan Ming frowned slightly, took out a green robe and put it on, then walked out.
This robe was obtained from Lin Liumu's storage magic tool, and it was the disciple's clothing of Changchun Temple.
"I don't dare to be called a master. I am just an ordinary disciple of Changchun Temple." Yuan Ming said frankly.
"Changchun Temple disciple!" Bai Lin and others looked at Yuan Ming, and saw that Yuan Ming was dressed in Changchun Temple clothes, with a heroic and arrogant look.
The Eastern Region of Southern Xinjiang borders the Central Plains, and the exchanges are even closer. The understanding of the Central Plains cultivation world is far better than other places in Southern Xinjiang. Although Bailong Island is one of the four major sects in the Eastern Region, it is not at the same level as Changchun Temple.
The face of Lan Xi Sanren also became solemn, and he slowly stood up from the chair.
When Xuanhua Zhenren heard Yuan Ming's words, his face also showed surprise, but he reacted very quickly and immediately returned to calm.
"Haha, you are a disciple of Changchun Temple. I also know a few friends in Changchun Temple. I wonder your name and who is your master?" Bai Lin secretly winked and asked the people around to withdraw. He stepped forward and said with a fist.
The white light curtain outside Xuanhua Temple also slowly dissipated.
"I am Lin Liumu, a disciple of Elder Xu Changqing of Changchun Temple. This time I came to Xuanhua Temple to represent my master and the master of Xuanhua Temple to discuss the spiritual incense transaction." Yuan Ming took out Xu Changqing's identity token, shook it, and said.
Bai Lin was in charge of the transaction of spiritual materials on Bailong Island. He did have some interactions with the disciples of Changchun Temple. He had vaguely heard of the name Xu Changqing. When he saw the identity token in Yuan Ming's hand, he no longer had any doubts and showed a warm smile on his face: "It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Lin. Nice to meet you. I wonder if Elder Xu is in Ningcheng. I have heard of his name for a long time. It's a pity that we have no chance to meet. I hope Fellow Daoist Lin will introduce me to you."
"Master has other important things to do here. I will convey Elder Bai's greetings." Yuan Ming said slowly.
Bai Lin nodded with a smile, and his mind was racing.
He didn't expect that people from Changchun Temple would get involved in this matter, so he had to handle it carefully. If he angered the other party, he would definitely be in trouble.
"Master already knows about the dispute between you and Xuanhua Temple. This vortex beast was hunted by him. It is an explanation to Bailong Island. I wonder if Elder Bai Lin is satisfied?" Yuan Ming looked at Bai Lin and asked.
"Satisfied, of course satisfied. Elder Xu has personally taken care of this little thing of mine. If we have a chance to meet in the future, I will apologize in person." Bai Lin said with a smile.
"That's good. Xuanhua Temple will provide all kinds of spiritual incense to Changchun Temple for a long time in the future. We can't let some trivial things delay the main business." Yuan Ming said with a smile.
"Of course, Bai understands." Bai Lin nodded repeatedly.
"Who is this?" Yuan Ming nodded with satisfaction, looking at the Blue Lizard Sanren next to him, and his tone changed from the previous lightness to a low voice.
The atmosphere around him quickly cooled down, and many people subconsciously held their breath.
Blue Lizard Sanren clenched his fists and couldn't say a word.
Although Yuan Ming was only a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, he was standing behind Changchun Temple. For Bailong Island, Changchun Temple was a giant that was out of reach, not to mention him as a casual cultivator.
"This is the Blue Lizard Wanderer. Bai originally planned to entrust him to hunt the vortex beast in the sea. Now that Elder Xu has taken action, he is naturally no longer needed." The Blue Lizard Wanderer was brought by Bai Lin. He couldn't ignore it at this point, so he spoke up.
"Oh, so this is the Blue Lizard Wanderer. I heard from the master of Xuanhua Temple that you want the secret book of incense making in Xuanhua Temple? My Changchun Temple also appreciates the spiritual incense made by Xuanhua Temple, but we only negotiate transactions with the master of Xuanhua Temple and have never thought of robbing others of their inheritance. You have a big appetite." Yuan Ming's face turned cold, and his eyes were like two cold pools.
The Blue Lizard Wanderer's face was pale, and fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, the Blue Lizard Wanderer is also eager to do good deeds, so there is a misunderstanding. Bai promises that such things will never happen again in the future. Fellow Daoist Blue Lizard, why don't you step forward and apologize to this Fellow Daoist Lin." Bai Lin hesitated for a moment, spoke up, and winked at the Blue Lizard Wanderer.
"I was confused for a moment, please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Lin and Master Xuanhua." Lan Xi Sanren took a deep breath and said with a fist.
"Bai is also wrong in this matter. In addition to Tianshui Glue, there are three precious spiritual woods produced in Bailong Island. They are all excellent spiritual woods. Please accept them with a smile." Bai Lin took out a storage magic tool and handed it over.
Yuan Ming did not take it and glanced at Xuanhua Zhenren.
Xuanhua Zhenren stretched out his hand to take it, used his spiritual sense to scan it, and nodded to Yuan Ming.
"Okay, for the sake of Elder Bai, I will not pursue it." Yuan Ming's eyes were slightly relieved.
Bai Lin was full of smiles, and he chatted politely with Yuan Ming for a while, and soon left with everyone in disgrace.
Seeing Bai Lin and others walking away, Xuanhua Zhenren opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by Yuan Ming who raised his hand and turned to walk into the inner room.
He took out the Four-Direction Spirit Sealing Talisman, opened a barrier, and took out the silver token to touch the barrier light curtain. The barrier was immediately stained with a layer of silver light, completely isolating the inside and the outside, and then he felt relieved.
"Yuan Daoyou, are you really a disciple of Changchun Temple?" Xuanhua Zhenren asked impatiently.
"Of course I am a disciple of Changchun Temple. I came from Tiehu Town in Southern Xinjiang with my master to do business in Yue State." Yuan Ming said.
"Nice to meet you." Xuanhua Zhenren looked at Yuan Ming's deep eyes, his heart jumped, and he didn't ask any more questions.
He took out the storage magic tool given by Bai Lin, injected magic power into it, and waved it towards the ground nearby.
A white light flashed, and a small pile of spiritual stones appeared on the ground, as many as two hundred pieces; three spiritual woods, two red and one white; and a white jade box.
"It's all thanks to Fellow Daoist Yuan that Bai Lin left these things. I only need this Tianshui glue. The spiritual stones are yours." Xuanhua Zhenren took the white jade box and said.
Yuan Ming only took three spiritual woods.
He recognized these three spiritual woods, namely fire pine wood, red blood branch, and white yuan bamboo, all of which contained abundant spiritual power. He planned to try to mix them into black incense later to see if it could prolong the possession time.
Xuanhua Zhenren was in awe and gratitude to Yuan Ming. Without saying much, he put away the spiritual stones.
"I'll trouble Fellow Daoist Xuanhua for the foundation-building spiritual incense." Yuan Ming said.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this matter." Xuanhua Zhenren patted his chest and said.
The crisis of Xuanhua Temple was completely resolved, and with Yuan Ming's previous words, no matter whether it was White Dragon Island or Blue Lizard, he believed that neither would dare to bully him in the future. He was now in a good mood and had great confidence in practicing the foundation-building spiritual incense.
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Seven days later, Xuanhua Zhenren successfully came out of retreat.
"Congratulations to you for coming out of retreat." Yuan Ming smiled and stepped forward to congratulate.
Xuanhua Zhenren was half happy and half sad, saying: "I am really ashamed. I used those materials and finally only managed to make two spiritual incense sticks."
"It is not easy to succeed, and it is worth celebrating." Yuan Ming said with a smile.
"Now you and I can only get one each. Whether you can successfully build the foundation depends on fate." Xuanhua Zhenren temporarily put away his sorrow and handed a spiritual incense stick to Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming took it and looked at it carefully. He found that the aura it exuded was somewhat similar to that of the foundation-building pill, and he immediately felt more confident.
"Then we will each accept the fate and bless each other." Yuan Ming said with a smile.
Xuanhua Zhenren nodded without saying anything.
Half a day later, the two of them were ready, each chose a quiet room, and went into seclusion to attack the foundation.
Xuanhua Zhenren didn't know for the time being, Yuan Ming held his breath and sat cross-legged in the quiet room, silently practicing the Nine Yuan Jue, adjusting his state until late at night.
At midnight, feeling that his state had reached its peak, Yuan Ming immediately took out a foundation-building pill and swallowed it whole, holding his hands in front of him, and placing the Heaven-stealing Cauldron in his arms.
As his mana began to operate, the medicinal power of the foundation-building pill began to slowly transform, and a burning sensation began to slowly rise in Yuan Ming's lower abdomen.
Yuan Ming felt the fiery feeling, and immediately operated his mana, controlling the power to gather in his dantian.
As the fiery power continued to be injected into the dantian, Yuan Ming immediately felt that his dantian seemed to have turned into a burning furnace, constantly heating and burning his mana, making it warmer.
This burning force is very unbearable, but it is the only way for the mana to change from gas to liquid and become more condensed and pure.
Yuan Ming knew that this was a long and arduous process, so he couldn't be too anxious. He could only focus on stability and use the power of the foundation-building pill to melt the mana in the dantian bit by bit.
Time passed bit by bit, and Yuan Ming spent a difficult twelve days in the quiet room.
During these twelve days, he refined all the power of the foundation-building pill and moved it to the dantian.
The fiery power in the dantian tortured him from time to time, trained him, and made his mana boil, but he could never cross the last hurdle and achieve the qualitative change from gas to liquid.
At this moment, a stick of incense with a unique scent was inserted on the incense burner.
It had burned more than half, and the scarlet flames at the top were still flashing, emitting thick white smoke.
The smoke enveloped Yuan Ming's body, gathering but not dispersing, and it looked like he was wrapped in a layer of white cotton clothes.
Yuan Ming's eyes were tightly closed, but his brows were twisted into knots. Sweat flowed down his cheeks, and his expression was quite painful.
This morning, he felt that the power of the foundation-building pill in his body had reached its peak, and then began to decline. This was not a good sign. His previous experience told him that this meant that the foundation-building would probably end in failure again.
At this moment, he did not hesitate and immediately lit the foundation-building incense. Suddenly, green smoke curled up and lingered in the quiet room.
However, half a day had passed, and most of the foundation-building incense had burned out. In addition to maintaining the gradually fading power of the foundation-building pill in his body, Yuan Ming did not feel anything special, and the mana in his dantian was still in a boiling stage.
It seemed that the foundation-building incense could not make up for the shortcomings of his spiritual root qualifications?