Chapter 3 Drug Slave

The carriage was moving as fast as flying, and the mountains, rivers and vegetation were retreating rapidly.

The night is shrouded, and the moon is above my brow.

With a creak, the carriage finally stopped at the foot of a rugged mountain.

The old Taoist opened the car curtain and took a look. He nodded with satisfaction. He walked in and picked up Lu Li with one hand and Qin Shouren with the other. He walked out of the car with a gentle step and landed on a strange rock like a meteor. After a while, it rose and fell. , already halfway up the mountain.

After resting for a while, the old Taoist exerted his strength again, using his strength to jump lightly on the strange rocks like a ghost. Each time he jumped, he could jump up more than ten feet.

Not long after, the Taoist had arrived at the top of the mountain.

There is an old Taoist temple here with the inscription 'Qingliang Temple. ’ The Taoist kicked open the door and walked in.

Behind the gate was a large courtyard. A young Taoist of seventeen or eighteen years old was looking around in the courtyard. When he saw the old Taoist coming in, his face suddenly lit up, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and hurriedly greeted him: "Master, you are back. "

The old Taoist nodded, "Master has brought four more medicine slaves back, and there are two more at the foot of the mountain. Go and get them up."

"Yes, Master!" The young Taoist bowed his head and walked quickly outside the courtyard.

There is a row of low houses on the right side of the yard. There are six rooms in total. Each room has a number on the door. From left to right, it is numbered one to six.

The old Taoist walked toward the low house with Lu Li on his side. He first threw Lu Li into No. 1, came out and locked the door, and then threw Qin Shouren into No. 2 before leaving.

After a while, the young Taoist came back out of breath, holding two people under his arms, but he was swaying as he walked, looking like he was about to die from exhaustion, and he cursed: "Mom. Damn, you idiot, I almost broke my waist after eating so much."

After saying that, he opened door No. 3 with a clang, threw Chen Zhong in, and finally threw Li Xiangyun to No. 4, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he walked to Room 6 and listened, and found that there was no movement at all. He shook his head and sighed, then turned and left.

The sun and moon rotate.

The next day, a ray of sunlight shone through the narrow ventilation window on the wall, and there was finally a glimmer of light in the dark room.

A wisp of sinister smell flowed into his nose. Lu Li frowned and opened his eyes faintly.

"This is where?"

Lu Li stood up slowly and rubbed his swollen head. He looked around and found that he was in a dark and small room. The room was empty, except for some hay and water stains, and nothing else.

"I... am I being locked up?"

An unpleasant feeling suddenly arose. This place looked similar to the cell in the book. The walls were sealed tightly and there was only one ventilation window.

He tried to pull the door and found that the door was motionless and made of steel. His heart suddenly went cold.

"That old Taoist is really not a good person."

Lu Li retreated to the wall, lowered his head and hugged his head. His eyes were full of confusion. The old Taoist's skills were too mysterious, and they were probably in danger.

Clang.

Suddenly, a hole was opened under the door, and a small iron basin filled with food was pushed in.

Lu Li turned his head and took a look, and found that the food inside was not bad, even better than what he had eaten in Dashi Village. It was fragrant and full of meat and vegetables. It didn't look like he was trying to abuse people. He felt a little more doubtful: He What exactly do you want to do.

"You idiot, let me out...I'll throw you in the building, let me out..."

At this moment, Lu Li suddenly heard a knock on the door from the next room, and he heard it was Qin Shouren.

"This beast." Lu Li's mouth twitched slightly.

the other side.

In the main hall of the Taoist temple, a small three-legged tripod was placed in the center of the hall. Fire was coming out from under the small tripod. The young Taoist sat on a small stool and turned a knob from time to time.

As the knob turns, the opening and closing of the two iron pieces on the ground flame mouth also changes continuously, and the flame becomes larger and smaller.

The old Taoist sitting cross-legged next to him looked at the young man with admiration, "Zhengping, you are quite proficient in controlling fire. It's very good."

Fan Zhengping wiped the sweat from his forehead and said casually: "It's all master's teachings. But master, we always arrest mortals to test medicine. I'm afraid it goes against the laws of heaven. Otherwise, if we finish the test this time, forget it... ....”

"Hmph." The old Taoist snorted coldly when he heard this, and admonished: "Cultivation is to go against heaven. If you are afraid of heaven, then I might as well learn to plow the fields like those mortals."

"Besides, these mortals can become stepping stones on our spiritual path. That is the blessing they have accumulated over several lifetimes. Only by sticking to your heart can you go further. Do you remember this?"

"Yes." Fan Zhengping stopped arguing after hearing this, lowered his head and continued to control the ground fire.

After a while, he turned off the ground fire switch, slowly opened the stove lid, looked at the two dark pills inside, and frowned, "Master, it seems that the medicinal materials used this time are still wrong. This acupuncture pill is still dark. ”

"Really?" The old Taoist stood up and walked over, staring at the elixir in the cauldron, "It doesn't matter, maybe the acupuncture elixir is this color. Try it slowly. As long as you try it right once, our master and disciple will make a lot of money." ”

The old Taoist named Zhang Song is a casual cultivator. He is now over eighty years old and has only just practiced the eighth level of Qi. This shows how difficult the path of cultivation is.

The recipe for this acupoint-piercing pill was accidentally picked up by him in a cave. It is said that successful refining can allow monks in the Qi-training stage to quickly break through the Qi-meridian points, and their realm is advancing rapidly. Even major sects do not have this kind of pill. If this is the case, If he could refine it, he would have a high chance of successfully building the foundation before he was a hundred years old.

However, this elixir is only a remnant. Only three of the four medicinal ingredients have been verified. Even the owner of this elixir has not successfully refined it.

That's why he kept trying to find combinations of medicinal materials, but the resulting elixir would poison him to death, so he went around catching mortals to test the medicine. So far, he has been practicing this medicine for more than three years. Hundreds of people who tested the medicine have died, but the remaining medicinal materials have still not been tested.

"Yes." Fan Zhengping nodded, "I'll find someone to try it out right away."

After saying that, he got up and walked to the courtyard outside the palace. When he arrived in the courtyard, he walked straight to the door of room numbered four, slowly opened the door, and shouted to a child inside: "You can come out now."

The child was Li Xiangyun. Hearing this, his face lit up and he ran out quickly. He asked innocently: "Xian, Master Xian, why do you want to lock me up? Where are Brother Nihou and the others?"

A hint of unbearability flashed in Fan Zhengping's eyes, but he immediately hid it, "They went to another place to practice. They locked you here to temper your character. It's okay now. My master refined one for you. After taking the elixir, you can become an immortal. Come with me."

"Really?"

"Um."

Then the two of them walked towards the main hall.