Chapter 54 Planting Trees and Fertilizing

Chapter 54 Planting Trees and Fertilizing

Chapter 54 Planting Trees and Fertilizing
Early the next morning.

The atmosphere in the alchemy room was scorching hot.

Chen Huangpi sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the alchemy furnace all night without closing his eyes.

Although he wanted to sleep very much now, he was not physically sleepy.

In addition, the period from dawn to dusk is the most critical time for refining the Sky Poison Pill. Once dark, the alternation of yin and yang means the pill is ready.

You can't go wrong.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong, there are plenty of other things like mercury and lead in the Taoist temple.

But where can we find people who are dying without a chance of survival?

You can't just go to the Tomb of the Gods and take a trip to the underworld, right?

Off to the side, the brass oil lamp yawned in boredom.

It doesn't care whether the Sky Poison Pill can be refined or not.

Anyway, this thing is not for it to eat.

If Chen Huangpi really gave the pill to the master of the temple, it would be great.

That would be a good opportunity for me to leave the Shiwan Mountains and wander around the outside world.

Of course, the brass oil lamp knew what was going on.

No matter how poisonous the Heavenly Poison Pill is, it can even kill an immortal.

The master of the temple can be eaten as candy beans.

The greater possibility is that, perhaps, just as Chen Huangpi said, the master's illness can be cured by fighting poison with poison.

But, is the master crazy or not?

I still haven’t figured out what the brass oil lamp is about, and I don’t dare to think too much about it.

Because it is completely certain that as long as the master is mentioned, even if one says bad things in his heart, the master will hear it clearly.

even.

Brass oil lamps are suspect.

Every time he goes out to patrol the mountain, Chen Huangpi always talks about his master. Maybe the master is actually keeping an eye on him wherever he goes.

"Eh! That's horrible!"

The brass oil lamp shuddered.

When it thought that no matter what it did with Chen Huangpi, the master of the temple was watching secretly, it felt uncomfortable.

A pair of eyes were patrolling back and forth in the corners of the alchemy room.

It seems like he is looking for something.

"Huang Er, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking to see where the master is hiding."

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi said helplessly: "Master is not in the places you are looking at."

"You do not understand!"

The brass oil lamp said nervously: "Although you can practice, your eyesight is not as good as mine. Even if you use my lamp oil to open your third eye, I can still see things that you cannot."

"for example?"

"For example, Guan... Lord, you are here!"

The sound of the brass oil lamp immediately became higher, and a flattering smile immediately appeared on the lamp.

Chen Huangpi frowned slightly.

Because he saw a few dead leaves stuck on his master's robe, and a few tree branches mixed in his white hair.

"Master, where have you been? You are so dirty."

Having said that, he walked forward and helped the purple-robed Taoist priest to tidy it up.

Suck.

The purple-robed Taoist priest sipped his saliva and said proudly, "Planting trees! I went to plant trees. I planted trees all night long!"

"Planting trees?"

Chen Huangpi's eyes lit up and he quickly asked, "Is it a hawthorn tree?"

"no no."

The purple-robed Taoist shook his head and said, "The hawthorn tree hasn't arrived yet. I'll plant one for you when it arrives! The one I'll plant is the magic tree from the old temple!"

"Magic tree?"

Chen Huangpi’s eyes widened, and the treetops that blocked out the sky and countless terrifying red eyes suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Master, why are you growing it? Isn't it already dead?"

"It's dead. The master has twisted its head off."

The purple-robed Taoist priest said proudly, "But I have many ways to revive it. I will stuff it into your kidney temple to suppress the black smoke, so that you won't grow too fast and your flesh will become tough."

"Is it alive now?"

"do not know."

The purple-robed Taoist scratched his head and said, "Anyway, I have moved it to a new place and added fertilizer again. I will water it in the evening and it will definitely come back to life."

Speaking of which.

Suddenly, the purple-robed Taoist priest tilted his head and stared at the alchemy furnace.

"Huang Pi'er, have you learned how to make pills?"

"When did you learn it?"

"I don't think I've ever taught you that."

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi not only showed a smug look that was almost identical to that of the purple-robed Taoist priest, but also said with great confidence: "Master, although you never taught me to refine pills, I have learned how to refine myself!"

"I have learned all your alchemy techniques!"

"what?"

The purple-robed Taoist's face changed drastically, and he stammered, "This... this... this..."

How can this be good?

Originally, the second child had always wanted to eat the yellow skin when I wasn't paying attention.

Now Huangpi'er has actually learned his own method of alchemy.

Doesn’t that mean that even yellow-skinned people will eat yellow-skinned people?

"No! Absolutely not!"

The purple-robed Taoist muttered, "I have worked so hard to raise Huang Pi'er, I cannot let him take the top spot!"

"Master!"

Chen Huangpi said helplessly: "It's impossible for me to be refined into a pill."

"Why can't it be refined?"

"Because there is no recipe."

The recipe for the Heavenly Poison Pill uses the Dead Man as the main ingredient, supplemented by other medicines, ores and metals. It also needs to be refined within a specific time frame, and the pill can only be made after the yin and yang meet.

Chen Huangpi thought that all the people who died were human beings, and he himself was also a human being.

There must be a recipe for a pill that can be used as the main ingredient.

However, with his current experience in alchemy, he still couldn't figure out what the steps of the recipe were, what auxiliary medicines should be used, whether to add mercury or lead, and what time to choose to refine it.

Think of this.

Chen Huangpi suddenly said, "Master, you often refine me, don't you have the recipe for my elixir?"

"No no!"

The purple-robed Taoist priest dodged a glance and said hastily, "I don't have any recipes for the elixir. Even if I have them, I won't hide them. Even if I hide them, I won't deny them to you. Even if I don't tell you, I won't deny them to you."

"You are my disciple!"

"I am not your second master, how could I possibly lie to you?"

"Don't you think so?" "Yes!"

Chen Huangpi nodded.

But in his heart he was thinking: "Master likes to avoid eye contact when he lies."

The purple-robed Taoist priest immediately looked up at the roof of the alchemy room.

“I also like to look up at the sky.”

The purple-robed Taoist priest lowered his head and looked at his feet.

"After going crazy, I developed a bad habit of looking at my feet."

The purple-robed Taoist priest closed his eyes.

When Chen Huangpi saw this, his eyes widened immediately.

He actually has his own recipe for making pills!
The purple-robed Taoist priest closed his eyes and shook his head frantically while running. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out of the alchemy room.

After he leaves.

The brass oil lamp then spoke dryly: "Chen Huangpi, could it be that the temple master really has a recipe for refining your elixir?"

Chen Huangpi sneered: "Haha, what do you think?"

"then you……"

The brass oil lamp struggled in its heart and closed its eyes in pain.

Although Chen Huangpi is his good friend.

We are playmates who grew up together.

I've been through so many things, big and small.

But I was created by the master of the temple.

In other words, it was the master of the temple who gave it a life.

Although it is a bit biased, a whole piece of Ten-Direction Shadowless Gold was used to make Huang Yi, while only some scraps mixed with Shoushan Copper were used to make it.

But after all, the name Huang Er was given by the temple master.

If he gave this name to Huang Yi, then he would become Huang Yi!
On the other hand, Huang Er would have to be servile and fawning in front of him.

I feel sorry for it and teach it a few tricks occasionally, which makes it willingly call me "big brother".

Thinking of this, the brass oil lamp suddenly opened its eyes, as if it had made a decision.

"No need to say anything, let's fight back!"

"Anti what?"

Chen Huangpi was surprised and asked, "Why, after you refine the Sky Poison Pill, you also want to go with me to steal the recipe that Master has hidden?"

"Steal the recipe?"

The brass oil lamp was stunned: "No, why did you steal the recipe?"

"You do not understand!"

Chen Huangpi said as a matter of course: "After Master passed away a hundred years ago, Jingxian Temple would be mine, but he has grown old and started to treasure his possessions. He still wants to keep some skills, but I can't teach him how to do it."

"I will definitely take in a disciple in the future!"

"If you don't know how to make my own pills, how can I make my apprentice?"

"Don't you think so, Huang Er?"

"Yes."

The brass oil lamp said calmly: "So you quickly refine the Sky Poison Pill. I want to have the first bite!"

……

the other side.

Song Qiuyue and others fell into deep anxiety.

"Why is this happening!"

"Where are the gods?"

"Where have the gods gone?"

Inside the room, Song Qiuyue stared at the wooden temple floating in front of her, her face so pale that there was not a trace of blood in it.

Zhao Hai and other cultivators stood aside, also at a loss.

When the day dawned.

Song Qiuyue communicates with the gods out of habit.

But there was no response.

It's normal if it happens once, but it's not right if it happens every time.

The incense offerings from the gods have been constantly disappearing.

Song Qiuyue thought that the gods fell into a deep sleep because of lack of incense.

But I didn't expect that there was no incense.

It’s God…

A total of sixty gods disappeared overnight.

Not even a handful of ash was left.

"It's daytime now. Without the gods, how can we communicate with Xuzhou City?"

Song Qiuyue gritted her teeth and said, "Without the gods, if that old Taoist priest attacks us, how can we protect ourselves?"

"Who can tell me what happened last night?"

"You, Zhao Hai, do you know?"

"And you, you, you, why are you all silent?"

"talk!"

Song Qiuyue was filled with shock and anger. When she asked these monks, she was actually asking herself.

To put it bluntly.

Sixty gods were always by her side, but she didn't notice anything when they disappeared so strangely. She was worse than a dog.

At least the dog can guard the house and knows to bark twice.

Zhao Hai and the other cultivators looked at each other, and all lowered their heads helplessly.

"Miss, you don't have to do this. Xuzhou will definitely send someone to rescue us."

"useless."

Song Qiuyue forced herself to calm down.

Sixty gods were reduced to ashes overnight.

The only one who could do this was that weird old Taoist priest.

It seems that this old Taoist priest is not a disaster at all, but probably a calamity.

It's a disaster!
With such a disaster, even if his uncle came with the golden seal of Xuzhou Mu, he could only run as far away as possible.

City God, God...

It's useless no matter how many people come.

There may be only one way to survive.

"You all get out."

"Miss?"

"go out!"

Song Qiuyue had a cold face as she watched Zhao Hai and the other cultivators leave the room one by one, and then close the door.

She then sat down leisurely, took out her dressing tools, and began to draw her eyebrows in front of the bronze mirror.

(End of this chapter)