Shang Dugong saw that the duck was quailing miserably, so he shared a Spirit Pill with it. This duck had never eaten a Spirit Pill before, always eating medicinal dregs in the past, so it was enjoying a Spirit Pill for the very first time today.
The duck was overjoyed upon receiving this Spirit Pill, and was filled with gratitude toward Chen Shi.
The big-man Tang Feng spoke softly, "Dugong, the Fu Lingxian we gathered this time wasn't used up. There's still enough left to refine another furnace."
Shang Dugong was startled, and lowered his voice, "Does the Old Master know?"
"He doesn't know."
Shang Dugong pondered, "If the Old Master took away all the Spirit Pills of a furnace, then us embezzling his would be embezzling his. But the crucial point is that he only took a tiny bit, and instead left the bulk for us. If we were to take it, wouldn't we be acting too petty? As for this other furnace of Spirit Pills, you refine them first. Once they're refined, just return them to the Old Master. As for this furnace, we'll distribute it to the villagers."
Tang Feng agreed, and distributed the Spirit Pills.
The villagers swallowed the Spirit Pills, then each came before the green stele to observe and study the Dao patterns upon it. The duck and the mangy dog were also among them, watching with utmost seriousness.
This was a long-established custom of Fulou Village. As long as one took a Spirit Pill, they had to comprehend the green stele's Dao patterns, never slacking off.
After a long while, the medicinal power dispersed among the crowd, and only then did they each withdraw their gazes.
A village woman couldn't help asking, "Just how are we supposed to thoroughly comprehend the profundities within