The True Transmission Secret Art: "Spirit Lamp Prayer Art"
Since entering the Spirit Realm and beginning the trials, the trial missions have been like a sword hanging over Lin Xu's head, constantly weighing on his mind.
Now that the task is within reach, the pressure has decreased significantly, and my mind is much clearer.
"We can't just exchange all the harvested spirit rice for merit points; that would be too wasteful," Lin Xu said, glancing at the mountain of spirit rice. "Send one hundred catties to my meditation room."
Back in the quiet room, Lin Xu lit the Spirit-Nurturing Cauldron.
Meng Yaoguang and Guang carried bamboo baskets and poured the full spirit rice into the cauldron. Wisps of green smoke rose and intertwined with the pale blue glow emanating from the spirit rice.
The spirit rice gradually softened under the heat of the spirit fire in the cauldron, forming a viscous liquid similar to rice paste. As it slowly rolled with the spirit fire, it emitted a refreshing aroma of grain.
As the spiritual fire roasted it, the moisture gradually evaporated, and the rice paste became increasingly thick, eventually condensing into a translucent elixir with subtle spiritual light shimmering on its surface—the runes of a miniature Spirit Gathering Formation.
The spiritual fire gradually died down, and hundreds of spiritual pills the size of longan floated inside the Spirit-Nurturing Cauldron.
Lin Xu reached out and the elixirs lined up and fell into the jade bottle. He took one and put it in his hand.
Item: Spirit Grain Pill
Grade: Exquisite Cyan
Type: Elixir
Effect: Restores 100 mana points after consumption, lasting for 30 minutes.
Description: Essence of spiritual grains, with gentle and lasting medicinal effects, leaving no residue.
Spirit Grain Pill is a basic elixir, and its prescription is included in "Essentials of Alchemy".
Gazing at the elixir in his palm, Lin Xu smiled brightly, "One pound of spirit rice yields one Spirit Grain Pill. A low-grade Spirit Grain Pill is worth twenty Dharma Coin, and this is a mid-grade Spirit Grain Pill, worth at least fifty Dharma Coin. This batch of over ten thousand pounds of spirit rice can produce ten thousand spirit pills, worth five hundred thousand Dharma Coin, equivalent to one million merit points!"
He has long since surpassed the threshold for becoming a true disciple.
"If you want to get rich, you still need to farm, but if you want to make a fortune, you need skills!" Lin Xu put away the jade bottle. "Keep pouring rice; let's collect 200,000 merit points today!"
Two hundred thousand merits are equivalent to two thousand Spirit Grain Pill and two thousand catties of spirit rice. He can refine over a hundred catties of spirit rice at a time, and he can complete the task in twenty times.
As dusk approached, the hundreds of acres of spirit fields outside the village had been harvested, and the villagers were returning home one after another with their spirit-enchanted farming tools.
Lin Xu extinguished the spiritual fire in the quiet room. As the smoke dissipated, rows of jade bottles were neatly arranged before him.
These jade bottles were made by him from mixed jade, specifically for holding elixirs. Each bottle could hold a hundred elixirs, and two thousand elixirs filled exactly twenty jade bottles.
"You all stay at home, I'll be right back." Lin Xu stepped out of the meditation room, used his magic to lift the jade bottle, and rose into the clouds beneath his feet, speeding towards the sect's Merit Hall.
Merit Hall, amidst swirling clouds, Lin Xu landed, straightened his robes, and stepped into the hall.
The disciple behind the counter looked up and saw the newcomer, then gave a stiff bow. "Senior brother, have you come to exchange for merit points?"
Lin Xu took out twenty jade bottles and lined them up in a row. The pale blue spiritual light reflected off the counter, giving it a warm glow. "Two thousand mid-grade Spirit Grain Pill. Please count them."
Upon hearing this, the disciple paused, then immediately opened the jade bottle to inspect it according to procedure.
A moment later, he took out a jade slip to record his merits. "Two thousand mid-grade Spirit Grain Pill, totaling two hundred thousand merits, have been recorded in the sect's jade slip."
"Thank you for your trouble." Lin Xu nodded, then turned and left.
As I stepped out of the Merit Hall, dusk had already painted the sky red, and a mountain breeze brought a touch of coolness to my face.
Lin Xu didn't stop walking and headed straight for the main hall of the temple.
The stone steps in front of the main hall meander like a dragon, and the lights in the twilight illuminate his calm and resolute figure.
Although he was an inner disciple of the Xuanwei Monastery, this was Lin Xu's first time stepping into the main hall.
On either side of the palace gate, ancient bronze cranes stand facing each other, their wings holding stardust and their eyes inlaid with luminous glass.
He bowed three times in accordance with etiquette, stepped over the stone steps, and his footsteps lightly tapped on the green jade floor tiles.
Lin Xu glanced around. The hall was filled with the fragrance of incense. A statue of a Daoist ancestor, carved from white jade, stood on a high platform, holding a whisk and with eyes as clear as autumn water.
A young Daoist disciple standing beside the abbot stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "What brings you here, senior brother?"
"Please inform the abbot that disciple Lin Xu, a accomplished Dharma Master, has accumulated two hundred thousand merits and requests to be recognized as a true successor." Lin Xu presented the sect's jade slip with both hands, his expression respectful and composed.
The young Daoist boy went inside to announce the arrival of the elder. Shortly after, the bell rang three times, and an old man in a green robe stepped out from behind the hall. His hair and beard were as white as snow, and his eyes were like lightning.
This was the abbot of the Daoist Xuanzhen, Master Xuanzhen, whom Lin Xu was meeting for the first time.
He dared not check his personal panel, and could only rely on his intuition to sense the abyss-like spiritual pressure.
"Is he a level 10 peak mage, or a level 11 True Person?" Lin Xu's heart skipped a beat.
The Daoist Xuanzhen Lin Xu sized up Lin Xu for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Two hundred thousand merits, a calm and composed temperament, worthy of being a true disciple."
"Instruct the Merit Hall to prepare for tomorrow's True Inheritance Ceremony. At that time, announce it to the entire temple and invite all elders and true disciples to witness it." Daoist Xuanzhen gave this order, then turned and went back to the back hall.
Lin Xu took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and solemnly bowed to the departing figure of Daoist Xuanzhen.
Inside the hall, incense smoke flickered gently, and the jade statue lowered its eyes, as if it were also imprinting its heart on his heart at this moment.
The young Daoist boy presented the true inheritance token, a bright red Daoist robe, and a Daoist book, and whispered, "Senior brother, please keep this safe. Tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM), ascend to the main hall."
Lin Xu accepted the token with both hands. The moment his fingertips touched the token, a warm spiritual energy flowed through his body, seemingly resonating with his soul.
Item: Profound Light Eight Trigrams Robe
Quality: Blue (Excellent)
Category: Ritual Implements
Effects: When worn, it can draw upon the eight directions of mystical light, increasing protective spells by 30% and reducing spell damage by 15%; mana regeneration +5/minute; Flowing Cloud Steps: Moves by stepping on the eight trigrams, shifting form and moving like a drifting cloud, increasing movement speed by 20%; Rosy Light Eight Trigrams Shield: Condenses glowing light into a shield, automatically activated upon being attacked, negating one fatal attack, with a twelve-hour cooldown.
Description: The robe is woven from star-shaped silk threads, with the Tai Chi symbol embroidered on the back, subtly reflecting the workings of the universe. The wearer appears as if floating on light, stepping on the trigrams, making them particularly suited for maneuvering and maneuvering.
He took off his old robe, revealing a bright red Daoist robe embroidered with gold cloud patterns, which looked as if he were covered in rosy light. With a new jade pendant from the True Lineage attached to his waist, a surge of emotion welled up in his heart.
"Finally, the trial mission is about to be completed..."
The taskbar on my personal panel remained completely still, indicating that it wouldn't be completed until the grand ceremony at Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow.
He silently retreated to a side hall, found a meditation cushion to sit on, and began to meditate. He knew he couldn't go back tonight, so he decided to stay in the side hall for the night.
With nothing else to do, he took out a Daoist book and chose to use it. A golden light instantly entered his sea of consciousness.
Golden light exploded, transforming into the true transmission scroll of the "Spirit Lamp Prayer Art" within the sea of consciousness. Each word fell like a star into an abyss, and each sentence resounded like thunder.
"The lamp of the heart illuminates the profound, the power of vows fuels it; a single thought of prayer is witnessed by heaven and earth..."
The seal script arranged itself in his sea of consciousness, transforming into a floating lamp, its flickering flame illuminating Spirit Kindling between his brows.
In a state of Thought Overclocking, each seal script character is deciphered to reveal its mysteries, and then reconstructed into new scriptures, reinterpreting their profound meanings.