Hong Huang: My Brother Bai Ze Is Definitely Not a Great Cook

Chapter 216: Shirakawa Timing Sequence

Di Jun sighed helplessly and spoke slowly:

"How long will it take for Taoist friends to refine it? Heavenly Court was established just over ten thousand years ago."

Bai Chuan touched his chin and thought for a while: "It can take as long as three thousand years, or as little as thirty years. If you are in a hurry, you have to use the Kunlun Mirror, which is another price."

Di Jun nodded:

"Three thousand years is enough."

Save money if you can, there are other things.

"What about the second thing?" Fuxi asked.

"The second thing..." Di Jun smiled:

"The Heavenly Court has been established, and I canonize all the demons. However, I don't have many spiritual treasures in my hands. Xingkong and his party have gained some knowledge after that, and I want to ask fellow Taoists to help refine the spiritual treasures. Of course, I understand the rules."

As he spoke, Di Jun took out another jade box:

"These are the hibiscus branches and Taiyi and I... well, Taiyi and I's feathers, and other starry sky treasures."

Bai Chuan smiled, took the jade box, and glanced at it...

born! Did you make your brother bald?

The shining golden feathers made Bai Chuan's eyes dazzle.

Take less?

One hundred and eight thousand?

Four heart feathers?

The corners of Bai Chuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Are you two too poor?

No, in a way, these two people are extremely rich.

Say you are poor, look at this number of feathers.

Yuan Feng is really picky! Taking that little thing made Fu Zhu do illegal work for so long.

The number of feathers Taiyi contributes should not make his husbands bleed with envy?

Let’s just say you are rich…

You both pull your hair out!

"Ahem." Di Jun's expression became even more embarrassed:

"Fellow Taoist, don't be surprised. Heaven is barren, and these feathers of Taiyi and I... are worthless. We can recover them after a thousand years of rest."

"Fellow Taoist, I believe the rest. This feather in my heart..." Fuxi suppressed a smile and said:

"How many thousands of years can it take you to recover?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Di Jun's face stiffened:

"A few yuan meetings are harmless. I hope the two fellow Taoists won't spread the word."

"Don't worry, aren't you worried about our character?" Bai Chuan smiled and waved his hand.

I’m just worried about your character!

Emperor Jun, it's time to make the best use of everything.

The blood of the Golden Crow and the feathers of the Golden Crow are top-notch refining materials.

Especially Taiyi's.

His Tao realm cultivation is there.

Among contemporary powerful men, Taiyi is definitely among the top five.

without any exaggeration.

In terms of strength, he is even better than the patriarchs of the three clans back then.

Such as Zhulong, Zulong, Yuanfeng and others, no one can be Taiyi's opponent if they really fight.

Although there is a reason for the Chaos Clock, the Dao realm of Taiyi itself cannot be ignored.

"Fellow Taoist Emperor Jun really paid a lot for Heaven." Fuxi bowed his hands.

"Of course." Di Jun chuckled:

"Heaven is my hard work, and it is the hope of all living beings. If I don't dedicate everything, there will be no success."

"Good." Bai Chuan nodded and said with a smile:

"Then please wait for the good news, fellow Taoist. Ten thousand years later, Pindao will come to visit and send these back."

"Good." Emperor Jun stood up and bowed:

"Thank you two fellow Taoists. Di Jun will remember this kindness."

"Yes, yes." Bai Chuan stood up and bowed:

"It's good if fellow Taoist can remember it."

Emperor Jun's bowing hand twitched slightly, his face looked slightly unnatural, and he laughed twice:

"Then I will leave first, and please two fellow Taoists not to forget the time."

As soon as Di Jun finished speaking, Bai Chuan was slightly startled.

hour...

Immediately, Bai Chuan's eyes lit up.

The last merit, isn’t this coming?

After bidding farewell to Emperor Jun in a hurry, Bai Chuan and Fu Xi sat under the Qiongguan Formation.

"Fellow Taoist! I thought of a meritorious deed!"

Fuxi was a little confused and curious when he saw Bai Chuan hurriedly:

"What kind of merit? Fellow Taoist is so impatient."

"Time!" Bai Chuan's eyebrows danced:

"It just so happens that the truth still lacks some merit to be promoted to a spiritual treasure of merit. If this happens, it will probably be almost done."

"There is no such thing as time in the prehistoric times. There are only the days, months and years that have been set since ancient times. There is no more detailed division at all."

This point is actually harmless to Honghuang.

After all, the worst people in the prehistoric era were almost all immortal-level creatures.

As for common things, there is no such thing now.

It is precisely because of this that for the powerful, days, months and years are enough, and no matter how detailed it is, hours, quarters, minutes, seconds and the like are completely useless.

If it slows down, it will be Nian and Yuanhui. If it goes fast, it will be an instant, an infinitesimal fraction of an instant.

This is prehistoric times.

It broke directly in the middle.

Fuxi's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had caught some clues:

"Fellow Taoist, please start your speech? But you already have a plan?"

"Natural." Bai Chuan said without thinking.

This kind of thing doesn't need to be thought about in detail at all.

"There is a regular pattern of day and night in the ancient world, with three hundred and sixty-five days as a year, and I plan to add one to this.

"There are twelve months in the year, which should be divided into four seasons. One month in March is divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter. Three hundred and sixty-five days are divided into twenty-four solar terms, which correspond to the twenty-four Qi patterns in the Bagua array.

"The twenty-four solar terms correspond to the month of December. There are two solar terms in each month, one in half a month, and the cycle begins again and again. In the ancient times, one day was seven days, and one day was seven days, which is a week.

"This is the day at last."

Bai Chuan paused, pondered for a few times before speaking:

"This is the most critical. One day is a cycle, just like a year. For us, there is no difference between one day and a year, but for weaker creatures, many things still happen in one day.

"Therefore, one day is divided into twelve hours, corresponding to the month, and twenty-four hours, corresponding to the solar terms. About four weeks is a month, and the hours are divided into four quarters...

"Finally, there are minutes and seconds. One quarter is fifteen minutes, and one minute is sixty seconds. I can't think of any meaning, but this is just the right way to divide it.

"In this way, the hours of heaven and earth are perfect, and the days, months, and years are perfect. "

Fuxi's eyes lit up, and he was about to clap his hands in applause.

Buzz!

Boundless Xuanhuang condensed on the Qiongguan formation.

Fairy music sounded, the ceiling fell, and golden lotus emerged from the ground.

The Xuanhuang merit and auspicious cloud enveloped the Qiongguan formation.

The next moment, it fell directly towards Baichuan.

Baichuan looked up and was shocked.

Isn't it... Teacher, there is no need to discuss it in detail?

Baichuan was embarrassed, but he still took the merit directly into his pocket, without any hesitation, and injected it all into the truth.

Even, there was still a little left.

Really...

Baichuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he stood up and bowed to the void:

"Thank you, teacher. ”

【This method is very good.】

The only response from Baichuan was a hint of enlightenment in his heart.

Hiss!

Baichuan took a breath of cold air.

This rhythm... in just a moment, it was like seeing the whole world.

Teacher, the fusion of the Tao is complete.

【Do you have any other ideas?】

Baichuan was slightly startled, then scratched his head and smiled:

“How about making the four seasons clear?”

The prehistoric world without winter is not perfect.

【Yes.】

Okay, okay.

Baichuan smiled.

Is there a quick version of merit?

He said it once, and the merit was directly credited.

Happy New Year, fellow Taoists!

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