Chapter 166: The Art of Meditation in the Great Accomplishment Period
On the Purple Cloud Peak, the air is full of immortality.
There are ten halls on one peak, and each hall is built on a second-level spiritual vein.
Under the guidance of Song Yunxi, Chen Mo felt the spiritual energy spreading from his feet as soon as he stepped into the secular hall. It was much stronger than the market at the foot of the mountain.
There is a purple bamboo forest in front of the hall. Every spring, the purple bamboo shoots that emerge here are a kind of second-level spiritual vegetable.
After eating, in addition to being of great benefit to cultivation, it can also replenish qi and health, and prolong life.
Purple bamboo can also be regarded as a specialty of the Purple Cloud Peak.
Going further in, there is an open space. Occasionally, there are scattered cultivators who practice cross-legged here, and they will exchange their cultivation experiences from time to time.
Following Song Yunxi's footsteps, when he passed through the gate of the hall, another completely different scene appeared in front of Chen Mo.
"The Transmission Hall applies for 300 jin of Linghuang rice and 20 jin of Xuanyi Lingmi."
"Qingyang Sect is still short of 1,000 jin of grain tax this year. The eight markets including Baishe and Guchen have not come to sell grain yet."
"Elder Chen sent someone to deliver a bone-forging pill, hoping that we can get more next year..."
"Shh! Stop talking nonsense!"
"Are there any more spiritual chickens? The peak master is going to send one over."
For a moment, Chen Mo felt as if he had entered the trading hall. Everyone held a pen in their hands, and an abacus was placed on the table. They kept taking out spiritual plants and spiritual rice from the storage rings. After counting, they put another one in.
Every winter is the busiest time for the Secular Affairs Hall.
They have a large amount of spiritual rice to distribute and process. Thousands of cultivators in the entire Ziyun Peak, from the peak master to the newly-entered outer disciples, must know exactly how to distribute and how much to distribute.
In addition, they have to pay taxes to Qingyang Sect, so it is naturally not so easy.
Their appearance did not attract much attention from the people around them. They walked through the hall. Occasionally, a few people would say hello to Song Yunxi and exchange a few words, but there was not much communication.
Entering the back room, a row of elegant and unique wooden houses appeared.
"The third row from the front is the house of Elder Sun Yiming." Song Yunxi reminded.
Chen Mo did not speak, but just nodded.
Dongdong! Dong!
"Uncle Sun... Elder, Song Yunxi is here to visit."
He knocked on the door, and soon a sound like a bell rang in the room.
"Come in."
The two pushed the door open and entered.
After entering the door, there was a reception room. Soon, an old man with a white beard and a fairy-like appearance came out from behind the screen.
Sun Yiming first glanced at Song Yunxi, then his eyes stopped on Chen Mo and asked:
"Who is this?"
"Chen Mo, the one that Hall Master Yu wants to take as a disciple."
"Oh?"
Who is Sun Yiming?
He has lived for more than a hundred years. What kind of people have he not seen? What kind of words do you not understand?
"Are you the spiritual raising officer who raised the chickens with great care?"
"Greetings, Elder Sun. I am Chen Mo!"
"Elder Sun, Yunxi and Brother Chen came to thank you for the last incident."
As he spoke, Song Yunxi released the two spiritual chickens in the scroll.
The elder of the secular hall took a glance and knew that the two chickens were extraordinary. Not only were they full of spiritual energy, but they had already touched the threshold of the first level.
I really don't know how he raised them!
"Then I'll take it."
Sun Yiming didn't say anything polite to them. They had promised to send them, and he was a generation older. It would be hypocritical to refuse.
"I heard that when you raise these spiritual chickens, you comb their hair and massage them, and even play the piano for them?"
"Yes, Elder Sun!" Chen Mo said with a bow.
"In that case, follow me."
After speaking, Sun Yiming put his hands behind his back and turned to walk behind the screen.
Chen Mo glanced at Song Yunxi, who also looked bewildered.
He thought he was just taking his brother to Ziyun Peak to show his face and prevent the same thing as the Jinling Market from happening again in the future.
But now, what is going on?
"Let's go, I'll go with you!" Song Yunxi said, which was also a reassurance to Chen Mo.
The two followed Sun Changlong's steps, bypassed the screen, left the courtyard, and walked east for a long time. For them, such a distance would only take a few breaths if they were flying swords, but they had to rely on their legs like ordinary people.
As the destination got closer and closer, Chen Mo vaguely smelled a familiar smell.
Not long after walking, there were bursts of cocks crowing in front.
Finally, Elder Sun in front stopped.
He turned around and said, "Did you bring your zither?"
Chen Mo was stunned at first, but then reacted.
He nodded slightly and said, "I brought it!"
"Let me hear how it plays."
Sun Yiming said it lightly, but he had already entered the largest spiritual bird and animal breeding station in Ziyun Peak.
The spiritual birds and animals purchased by the 34 market towns will be fostered here, part of which will be handed over to Qingyang Sect, and the other part will be distributed to the disciples below according to the contribution of each hall.
Although the beast control scroll can temporarily store living things, it is okay for one or two days. After a long time, even if the spiritual beasts do not die, they will become weak.
After all, the skill of beast control is a secret of other immortal sects. Qingyang Sect is famous for its swords, so naturally it cannot glimpse the secret. Even these scrolls are purchased.
Therefore, such a spiritual bird station that is half-raised and half-stored is also indispensable.
Chen Mo probably guessed the other party's intention. After he followed, he chose an open place with a good angle, set up the guqin, took out a rattan stool, and sat on it.
When he gently placed his hand on the strings, his whole temperament changed!
Chen Mo's fingertips lightly lifted it, and as the first syllable sounded, Sun Yiming couldn't help but frowned.
The sound of the guqin began to be coherent, and the originally noisy and noisy Lingqin Station gradually quieted down after a few syllables.
The sound of the guqin was very sweet and crisp.
Sun Yiming didn't understand music, but after living for so many years, he had already trained a pair of wise eyes.
From the other party's demeanor, movements, and the melodious and pleasant sound of the guqin, he guessed that it would be impossible to reach such a realm without several years of hard work!
As the sound of the guqin continued, the spiritual birds and animals who were listening quietly in front of him seemed to enter a state of emptiness.
At this time, Song Yunxi suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He seemed to have heard it before!
It seemed that he had heard it when charging!
This feeling instantly reminded him of the wonderful scene when he and Xia Wan and Yun Rou were in harmony.
Desire and restraint coexist, a double enjoyment of the body and the heart!
Originally thought, it was just a work of Hong Yan to add to the fun, after all, that was his specialty.
But now, who would have thought that it was actually from the hands of his brother, Chen Mo!
Absurd!
The zither master that the entire Wenxiang Pavilion has been thinking about for a long time, with such deep attainments, is just playing for the spirit animals to listen to!
The music gradually subsided...
When Chen Mo finished playing the last string, he slowly got up and stood up.
"Pa pa! Pa!"
Elder Sun of the secular affairs hall, who is not the strongest but definitely the most profitable elder, applauded generously.
And the next moment, he asked: "The meditation zither technique of the great success realm?"
