Chapter 958: Digging Up the Roots

The rhythm of the great way.

The law is born by itself.

The longevity pattern is engraved on the green peach fruit, intertwined with the branches and leaves, and then gathered into a divine breath rushing up to the sky.

At this moment, the three-meter peach tree seems to be a giant tree supporting the sky, with a shadow blocking the sun but slowly hanging down, like the end of the Milky Way in the sky, telling the immortal law to the world.

The inspiration seems to want to cast the entire land into fairy gold.

One step forward.

The black iron boots fell to the ground.

The iron war spears rang.

Looking down, the breath was like the mist of the blue sea, quickly covering the instep.

It even eroded the iron armor that gathered magic power in an instant, so that the long feet in the armor could no longer step into this land without support, and the purple-black nails like round shields touched the ground.

The blue-white soles stepped on the sticky mud like magma, and even flashed golden red.

"Life?"

The ethereal and slightly hoarse voice resounded.

The owner of the voice looked at the distant sky.

It was foggy.

Then he looked at the ground under his feet.

The light reflected his pale face.

Behind him, who was wearing a black and red robe, a dark black and dark white yin and yang fish appeared.

They intertwined into a millstone of the Great Dao, which was carried in the void behind him.

At the moment when the millstone of the Great Dao appeared, the golden red light retreated as if it had grown eyes.

It was as if an invisible light appeared around Tushan Jun, making it dare not approach, but unwilling to be too far away, so it could only quietly spy and stare around.

The yellowing branches and leaves in front of him still retained the desire for life.

"Even if you are young and immature, lingering in the palace of the group of temples, you are still a divine medicine. I don't know how many years ago you fell here, and I'm afraid you have become a spirit."

Tushan Jun's eyes like the sky and the abyss did not show any surprise.

"It's a pity that this world can no longer keep you alive."

Therefore, the divine medicine only has sufficient spirituality, but cannot actually become a cultivator, and even has no consciousness.

But this is also powerful enough.

It is a divine medicine after all.

Carrying the Great Dao Law is the embodiment of longevity.

If a weaker cultivator approaches the divine medicine, he will be swallowed by the divine medicine's longevity the moment he approaches it, and become one of the many dead bones buried under the tree roots.

If it is a mature and complete divine medicine, it has infinite magical uses. The most obvious one is that it can help the ruler of the Dao live a second life intact.

What exactly is the second life?

Datou did not explain it to him clearly.

In Tushan Jun's view, living a second life is to return to the mother's womb in old age, but one's own cultivation will not be damaged at all.

The cultivator who truly completes this state is a cultivator or a god, or perhaps both, but it is foreseeable that he will be able to play the road again in the Great World.

This is just the Taoist, what if the one who performs this method is a great supernatural power?

The world has an end, and life has a time.

The great supernatural power is no exception.

Their lifespans will also be exhausted at some point.

Whether to use different methods to prolong their life and cause more trouble to themselves, or to live a second life intactly, there is no need to think about it.

Tushanjun frowned and stared at the magic medicine in front of him.

This medicine grew from a peach tree and produced a small peach.

The peach tree could not survive, causing the green peach to shrink and gradually produce death. The haze was trapped in the golden red divine light and could not be removed.

At the same time, Tushanjun also had doubts.

Can such a magic medicine really bring people back to life?

Or does it need to be refined into a pill.

"Why can't it mature?"

Hearing the question, Luo Tianfeng looked stunned, then shook his head and said: "I don't know, either the spiritual energy here can't support the growth of the magic medicine, or the magic medicine itself has a disease. Generally speaking, there are only these internal and external factors. No matter which one, we can't save it."

Luo Tianfeng was tactful and didn't bargain with Tushanjun.

He could see that Tushanjun was determined to get the magic medicine.

Why bother struggling after the contract was already signed.

So that in the end, they tore their faces and couldn't even have a decent end.

"It's not a problem of spiritual energy."

Tushanjun shook his head slightly.

A blessed land that can support a huge place that can be called a forbidden land will not be exhausted.

"Is it a disease?"

"It's not a disease."

"What is it?"

"I know." Luo Manping said.

Immediately, Tushan Jun and Luo Tianfeng fell on Luo Manping.

Even the six saints also looked sideways.

Is the problem of the magic medicine not working so easy to solve? However, perhaps many times, things are not complicated, but they think too much.

"No one watered it and fertilized it."

As soon as this was said, everyone hurriedly glanced away.

Luo Manping saw that his statement was so disdainful, and hurriedly added: "Even if it is a magical medicine, it is also a plant. It cannot grow by itself. It must have strong men to carry water, fertilize, and remove insects for maintenance, otherwise it will slowly wither and die."

Luo Tianfeng curled his lips and said: "This is a magical medicine that can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and absorb spiritual energy to protect itself. Do those magical medicines that grow in the chaos world and the abyss of the sky also need to be so complicated?"

Waved his hand and said: "Don't get involved."

"I..."

"Maybe he has a point."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, continued to approach, and looked at the three-meter plant in front of him.

In the eyes of Tu Shanjun, a great master of alchemy, he can judge the age of many spiritual herbs and precious medicines at a glance. As the spiritual official's eyes operated, the immortal eyes rotated, and the light was reflected on this plant.

He was surprised to find that the age of this plant was alarmingly high.

"It's impossible and it shouldn't be."

"What's impossible?" Luo Tianfeng asked doubtfully.

Tu Shanjun explained to everyone from the perspective of spiritual plant science: "Obviously this magical medicine looks very young, but it has a long age. If an ordinary fruit tree can only live for a hundred years, then it may have already lived For ninety years, I don’t even know.”

"This is normal."

"The magic medicine should be older."

"But its plant behaves like a seedling." Tu Shanjun observed it carefully, and then confirmed: "This is indeed the appearance of a seedling."

Then he frowned and murmured: "It is obviously a seedling but it has a long life. Either it has never grown, or it is..."

"What?"

Tu Shanjun said without any pretense: "Take a cutting!"

Luo Tianfeng looked confused and said, "What are cuttings?"

This actually made Tu Shanjun look surprised and asked suspiciously: "Don't you read books?"

"Let me see."

"I have surgical techniques on my left hand and Taoist scriptures on my right hand. From time to time, I also read Taoist strategy and art of war. Most of the time, I have to practice Qi. After my level improves, I also need to study the corresponding classics, control weapons, and use the Taoist body. , as well as the annotations and narrations of scriptures by previous ancestors.”

Luo Tianfeng felt very wronged.

There are so many Taoist books in the Sutra Pavilion.

Any monk who has achieved something will write a book and explain it. Regardless of whether he is a saint or a god, even those who build foundations and practice Qi will write something and throw it in.

Who can even watch that kind of thing?

And he doesn't need to make alchemy or weapons, let alone read books in that field. There are a lot of terms that look like heavenly books, and may even be regarded as not doing his job properly by his teacher.

The spiritual fields are cared for by dedicated hoeing warriors, and the spiritual plants are cared for by spiritual planters. They either train alchemists themselves or hire them as guest elders.

Enlightenment of one's own path is enough to make one unable to find time in his life.

There are people out there who read everything and learn everything.

Such a person must know a lot about it, but not be proficient in it.

For example, as Luo Tianfeng said, if there really is such a person, once he talks about his own profession, that is, how to achieve twenty-eight saints in one battle, he will become a fool who can only talk on paper.

He has never been superstitious about genius, nor does he think that someone can do everything.

"A common method for cultivating spiritual plants."

"I think this plant was made from hardwood cuttings."

"It's also likely high-pressure hardwood breeding."

Tu Shanjun continued: "It depends on whether this magical medicine has many roots, few roots, or no roots!"

"What do you mean?" Luo Tianfeng felt like he was listening to a book from heaven.

What about the hard branches and the high pressure? Is this what the Taoist books talk about?

Not to mention, Lingzhi Taoism does talk about these things.

Each of these great monks is as shrewd as a ghost in their own field. Once they compare across fields, they will basically be at a loss.

Of course, given their learning abilities, as long as they are shown scripture annotations and study for a period of time, they will become outstanding beings in that field.

However, no matter what field, nothing is as good as Dao Cultivation, and the attack is unparalleled.

After all, this is the kind of technology that you won’t be afraid of no matter where you go.

Tu Shanjun didn't explain anything this time, but knocked Shen Bingtian over and suddenly embedded himself in the fine gold earth in front of him.

"etc."

"Wait a minute!" Luo Tianfeng hurried over and the dignified holy king pulled Tu Shanjun's arm fearfully.

He said tremblingly: "This is a miracle medicine. If something goes wrong, it may die directly. It can also save lives and cure it."

Tu Shanjun said: "If the symptoms are internal and serious enough to lead to life and death, medication and external application alone cannot save the patient."

"My Dharma Eye is blocked by the immortality of the magic medicine. Surgery to find out the cause is the fastest way!"

"But it's a miracle drug."

"The magic medicine is also a spiritual plant. Should we find a high-level cultivator who can see through the breath of immortality?"

Tu Shanjun said: "If a monk like that comes, I'm afraid even we will become his prisoners."

"How about finding a low-level spiritual cultivator?"

"Haven't you looked for it?"

Luo Tianfeng smiled and did not answer.

He looked for it.

But low-level spiritual planters will be shocked to death by the divine breath when they get close to the magical medicine.

If the low-level spiritual planter asked him to use the knife to see, he might use the knife to chop the spiritual planter first.

Regardless of Luo Tianfeng's obstruction, Tu Shanjun used his magic weapon to dig up the ground in front of him.

He said with an indifferent expression: "Sometimes, the cause of the disease is very simple, and it just takes a long time to recover. Whether there is something wrong with the cutting, or the root has already been necrotic, you can tell at a glance!"

Boom!

The golden and red divine light turned into red clouds all over the sky.

The heaven and earth shook.

The stars trembled.

It was as if the entire Asura treasure house had been touched by this shovel.

In the forbidden area, there is even a doomsday scene of the earth splitting and the sky collapsing.

Luo Tianfeng, the leader of the cult, also shouted loudly at this moment: "I said you can't move, you must move!"