plumnovel Chapter 442
Chapter 442
Chapter 442
"Luocheng!"
Looking at the huge plaque on the city gate, Mo Chuan took a deep breath, calmed down his inner excitement, and stepped into the city.
Luocheng is very large, full of people, half monks and ordinary people.
Maybe it's because they depend on the sea to eat the sea. Although most of the mortals here are tanned and translucent, they are very energetic.
There are a lot of shops on both sides of the street.
There are rice, flour, grain and oil stores;
There is also a Baibao Pavilion dedicated to monks.
Mo Chuan walked in it with his hands behind his back, strolled around, or went to wine shops to taste local delicacies;
Or step into the Baibao Pavilion and buy a few basic practice books.
It wasn't until dusk that he chose a random inn to live in, flipping through the practice books he bought during the day.
Including practice skills, talismans, formations, supernatural powers...etc.
To Mo Chuan's regret, he did not buy any books on identifying spiritual roots.
Books seem to be something of a taboo in this regard.
All the major Baibao pavilions are secretive and refuse to speak out.
In addition, the books that Mo Chuan can buy are also the most basic things.
Even so, these books are still expensive.
According to the prices observed by Mo Chuan, any one of these books would require at least ten years of accumulation by ordinary people.
But just buying books doesn't really mean much.
Because it is different from Yuan Qi Dao refining all kinds of energy into Yuan Qi;
Lingyuan Tao directly uses spirit yuan as energy, and often requires the master to "point the spirit", and at the worst, it needs heaven, material and earth treasures or magic circles to gather high-concentration spirit yuan as a guide.
Therefore, it is really not easy for ordinary people to step into the path of practice if they do not have the opportunity.
Looking at these books again, they are so obscure and difficult to understand.
This is not so much the writer's deliberate mystification, but the way of practice.Many things are often very abstract and difficult to describe in words, and naturally appear esoteric and difficult to understand when they fall on paper.
However, this did not trouble Mo Chuan.
After a night of comprehension, he let out a sigh of relief, and gave an evaluation in his heart of "seemingly right and wrong, the way is connected".
Perhaps it's because of the spiritual origin of fellow practitioners, the division of realms is basically similar.
However, because this world pays more attention to the so-called "spiritual roots", the focus of the exercises is obviously different from that of Kyushu.
Kyushu Lingyuan Dao Kungfu focuses more on supernatural powers.
Here, relying on the spiritual root, it pays attention to "the combination of mysteries and the perfect understanding of the true spirit."
For example, the real spiritual root and the false spiritual root have their own cultivation methods. The false spiritual root is best to practice the false spiritual root. Forcibly practicing the real spiritual root exercise will only get twice the result with half the effort!
This point of view aroused Mo Chuanda's interest. I wonder if this is based on experience?
Or is it a lie deliberately made up by the rulers?
In any case, Mo Chuan, who has initially mastered some basic jurisprudence, is enough to pretend to be a local monk.
Seeing that the sky was bright, he immediately left the inn, wondering where to find the "True Spiritual Root" monk to confirm his guess.
To be honest, it is not difficult to find one or two true spiritual root monks, and the direct disciples of the Lu family basically catch one.
It is said that the head of the Lu family himself is one in a thousand earth spirit roots.
However, doing so will inevitably make a big fuss and attract attention.
In case the young ones were beaten, and the old ones came, one chain after another, alarming the big Nascent Soul, even if Mo Chuan was not afraid, he would easily fall into a passive position.
And he doesn't know where the upper limit of the boss in this world is?
Legend has it that there is a Huashen above the Nascent Soul, if there is a Huashen boss in this world, wouldn't it be dangerous for him to be so reckless?
"Master, come and play!"
While wandering in his thoughts, Mo Chuan wandered into the land of smoke and willows unknowingly.
On the exquisite pavilion, three or five Yingying and Yanyan, covering their faces with embroidered fans, giggled and greeted passers-by on the street from time to time.
Seeing this, Mo Chuan's heart skipped a beat.
He almost slapped his thigh, he actually forgot this ancient industry.
He wanted to investigate the spirit root, so he couldn't avoid a personal inspection. Who else could let go of this job?
After thinking about it, Mo Chuan turned his head and turned into the fence next to him.
"Yeah, I'm new to you. Is there a girl you know? If not, do you want a girl to recommend you to me?"
As soon as he entered the building, a middle-aged lady came up to her, and the strong aroma made her want to sneeze.
"Do you have a real spirit root girl here?"
As soon as this remark came out, the old lady burst into laughter instantly: "Look at what I said, there is no Zhenlinggen town store, how dare you hang the word 'Qunfang'?"
"Oh? Wonderful, hurry up and call!" Mo Chuan was overjoyed when he heard that.
"Master Dao, we are really girls, but we are the top card in Qunfang Pavilion..."
Before the half-year-old Xu Niang finished speaking, a pearl exuding spiritual energy grunted, fell into the low-necked chest, and slid directly into the heart.
"Oh, Daoist, this, this, this..."
The complexion of the middle-aged mistress changed drastically, and she was full of smiles, she didn't know whether to be ambiguous, or to be humble?
"Can we arrange it now?"
"It's easy to say, Daoist, please take a seat."
With all smiles on her face, Xu Niang led Mo Chuan into a quiet courtyard in the backyard of Goulan, and then left to invite the card "Zhenzhen".
Mo Chuan casually sat down on the main seat, looked around, looked at the hidden sound-proof circle, and thought, among other things, this group of Fang Pavilions is quite willing.
"Da da da……"
Not long after, there was the sound of slight footsteps.
A graceful woman dressed in gorgeous grosgrain with a plain veil walked over with three steps.
When he got closer, he bowed profusely: "True, I greet you, Young Master."
Seeing this, Mo Chuan got up, walked around behind him, and reached out to touch the woman's skin.
Unexpectedly, this really seemed to be aware of it, turned around lightly, avoided Mo Chuan's fingertips, and said with a smile: "Young master, you are not from Xianlu Island, right?"
Mo Chuan's eyes flashed, he smiled, turned around and walked back to his seat, sat down and said, "Exactly, I don't know where the girl saw it?"
Zhenzhen shook his waist, sat opposite Mo Chuan, and said with a smile: "Young master Yushu Linfeng, where is the temperament that people from this remote island can have?"
Mo Chuan shook his head, but he didn't think he really saw something?
This is mostly professional talk.
He flipped it casually, a pearl popped out from his fingertip, passed it across the table, and asked at the same time: "Is Miss Zhenzhen really a real spiritual root? Do you dare to let the poor have a try?"
Zhenzhen was taken aback, with a bit of resentment on his face.
"The young master is indeed a foreigner. I don't know that Zhenzhen's life experience is pitiful, but what's so interesting about the ruined spiritual root? If the young master wants to find a woman with a real spiritual root to reproduce, I can introduce you to the young master."
"Oh, I don't know what is the girl's background? So where do you start to have children?"
Hearing this, Zhenzhen smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I won't be able to tell for a while..."
Mo Chuan let go of his hand, and the pearl on his fingertips landed on the table with a bang. His face jumped when he saw it, and he picked it up in distress, and examined it carefully.
"Can you elaborate now?"
"Young master is generous, you really know everything, and you can say everything."
Zhenzhen's face was overjoyed, and he quickly told it in detail, wiping away tears from time to time when talking about his life experience.
According to Zhenzhen, she originally had a bright future, but she failed to build a foundation, her spiritual roots were ruined, and she was squeezed out and framed by her fellow disciples, so she had to escape from her sect and settle on Xianlu Island.
Because he has no skills, he commits himself to Qunfang Pavilion.
Hearing these words, Mo Chuan shook his head in his heart, half-believing in these words.
It was the "reproduction of offspring" that he really mentioned, which shocked him.
It also revealed the dark side of the world for him.
Because spiritual roots are often passed down with blood, many monks with false spiritual roots will find real spiritual roots to combine and reproduce.
Under normal circumstances, monks with true spiritual roots naturally look down on false spiritual roots.
Therefore, under the huge market demand, a dark market was born.
There is a group of people who control a group of women with real spiritual roots, imitating the folk pawn system, and renting wombs.
Prices are often insanely high.
And there is no guarantee that a true spirit root fetus will be born.
However, even so, it still attracts countless people.
According to what Zhenzhen said, many fake spiritual root island owners will spend all their wealth on one gamble when their lifespan is about to expire.
Success, the family ushered in ZTE;
If it doesn't work, everything will stop, and continue to suffer from generation to generation on that bitter cold island.
"The real girls don't want to let Pindao see the real spiritual root, so how can the poor be sure that those wives are the real spiritual root?" Mo Chuan asked.
"My lord is joking. Although the little girl has been living here, she is still looking forward to returning to the sect. Naturally, she does not want to show her spiritual roots, but most of those concubines have their spiritual roots destroyed, so their blood is valuable. Naturally, they will be inspected arbitrarily. In order to let the guests Don't worry, they will also teach the method of identifying spiritual roots."
Zhenzhen laughed softly, with a trace of disdain and fear faintly in her voice.
"So that's the case, can Zhenzhen girl be able to match the poor?"
"Good to say."
"Then let's go now!"
"Don't worry, my lord. A spring night is worth a thousand gold. How about staying overnight?"
Zhen Zhen blinked his eyes, the person in front of him is so generous, he must have spent a few tenths of his wealth accumulated for decades.
"One thought makes one's heart flutter, and one's heart hurts. Zhenzhen girl, please lead the way, the poor will not treat the girl badly." Mo Chuan said expressionlessly.
"Young master, why are you so unreasonable..."
Zhenzhen was stunned for a while, seeing that Mo Chuan was unmoved, he had to leave the small courtyard and report to the police.
It didn't take long before he turned back, already changed into a suit of clothes, with a cold look on his face, looking clean and pure.
Under her leadership, Mo Chuan left Qunfang Pavilion and flew southward out of the city.
After traveling for more than thirty miles, we stopped at an inconspicuous valley.
The valley was shrouded in clouds and smoke, bursting with spiritual light.
As soon as Mo Chuan and Zhenzhen fell down, a young monk came out through the fog and greeted him: "So it's Miss Zhenzhen, how dare you ask her why she came here?"
This young monk obviously knew Zhenzhen, not only did he not show contempt, but he was very respectful.
"This son wants to come to concubine, you should treat him well!"
Zhen Zhen said with a cold face.
"So it's a guest coming to the door. I feel disrespectful, disrespectful and disrespectful, please!"
When the young monk heard the words, he immediately smiled and invited Mo Chuan to enter.
"Young master, go slowly, you really won't go in."
Zhenzhen stood still and looked at Mo Chuan eagerly.
Seeing this, Mo Chuan popped out a pearl, and followed the young monk into the valley.
Through the thick fog that blinds the eyes, the valley suddenly becomes clear.
Looking around, there are stilted buildings scattered in an orderly manner, including medicine fields, beautiful pools, and mulberry and bamboo.
The environment looks very beautiful and pleasant, who would have thought that there would be dirt and evil in it?
Mo Chuan was expressionless, and followed the monk leading the way to the depths.
Halfway through the journey, several monks came to meet him, one of them was holding a baby in his arms, smiling all over his face.
Followed by Yan Zhongli to send off the monks.
Seeing this, the young monk who led the way for Mo Chuan deliberately sighed with pride: "It seems that another monk with true spiritual roots has been born!"
Mo Chuan didn't say a word, but he could faintly hear a burst of weeping from the depths of the valley, shouting something like "give me back my baby" and "take me away with you".
After a stick of incense, Mo Chuan settled in a bamboo building.
Not long after, an old man of the Ninth Realm of Qi Refining came forward to entertain the guests.
"Fellow Daoist is really a strange person, so young, you are looking for this way, it can be said to be far-sighted! I don't know how many kinds of wives you want?" The old man clasped his hands in praise, smiling all over his face.
"Oh, I wonder what's the difference here?"
"This difference is huge!"
"Bengu's wives are divided into nine grades according to their beauty, age, probability of conceiving true spiritual roots... etc., the first grade is the best, and the ninth grade is the worst. Among them, the first grade needs a thousand liters of spiritual dew, and the ninth grade, a hundred liters is enough, and the time limit One year, you can’t go out of the valley. Dare I ask you, how many products do you need?”
"Pindao heard that Guigu provides a method for identifying spiritual roots?"
"If fellow Taoists need it, one hundred liters of spirit dew is enough."
Mo Chuan waved his hand when he heard the words, and a clam shell fell on the table: "Is this worth a hundred liters of spiritual dew?"
"It's worth it!"
The old man looked overjoyed, and quickly put the clam shells into his sleeves, and handed over a scroll of scriptures at the same time.
Mo Chuan took it and couldn't wait to read it on the spot.
"Crash..."
Amid the sound of flipping the paper, Mo Chuan's pupils dilated and his expression became more serious.
The so-called spiritual roots in this world are indeed meridians.
The true spirit root introduced in it is exactly the foundation-building meridian he summed up.
It's just that this scripture is a two-dimensional picture, even if it is drawn from multiple perspectives, it will be very distorted.
It means that he is very familiar with this meridian, so he can see it at a glance.
"Why are there only true spirit roots?"
Not long after, Mo Chuan turned through all the scriptures and asked with a dissatisfied face.
"Young master, you are joking. I am an ordinary monk, how can I have the right to spy on the earth spirit root? It is a fluke to know the appearance of the real spirit root."
"Does Guigu have an Earth Spirit Root wife?"
"Hahaha, fellow daoist is asking so much? The head of the Lu family is the root of the earth spirit, and Ben Gu has a wife with the root of the earth spirit. I'm afraid it's a price that fellow daoists can't afford."
The old man laughed.
"The impoverished dao is in trouble, can fellow daoists call all the concubines from rank one to rank nine for the poor dao to choose from?"
"It's easy to say, please wait a moment, fellow daoist!"
The old man reached into his bosom, took out a bell, and began to shake it.
Not long after, more than a dozen gorgeously dressed women entered the bamboo building.
But when Mo Chuan glanced away, his heart twitched violently.
These women, the young ones are only twenty-eight years old, and the old ones are more than seventy years old, and each of them exudes a faint medicinal fragrance.
Clearly, being the cash cows of the Valley of the Birth, they are being looked after with the highest quality.
However, the potion can nourish the body, but it can't nourish the soul and thoughts. Under the seemingly strong body, there are numb and empty faces.
There are only a few young girls who still retain some fear and hatred.
Obviously, the pain of being separated again and again is enough to torture a normal mind into a lunatic.
Mo Chuan got up and approached, his spiritual thoughts swept over one by one, his heart became colder and colder.
If these people are true to what they said, their meridians and collaterals will all be severed, and their cultivation bases will be scattered. I don’t know if they failed to break through the realm, or were they destroyed artificially?
"From right to left, rank nine to rank one, can fellow daoists make a decision?"
The old man said with a smile, he didn't care about the strangeness on Mo Chuan's face.
He has seen many people who feel pity;
He even saw people who wanted to redeem him.
Unfortunately, in the face of high prices, all the stupidity is worthless.
"Does Yanzhong have any other wives?"
"Why, don't these fellow Taoists look down on you?"
"A thousand liters of spiritual dew is not a small fee, the poor must be more picky, right?"
"That will disappoint Fellow Daoists. True Spiritual Roots are not just cats and dogs everywhere. At present, the only ones that can receive guests in the Paradise Valley are the ones in front of them, and the rest are temporarily owned."
"That's it!"
Mo Chuan nodded, and suddenly looked at the old man solemnly and said, "Fellow Taoist, has your conscience ever hurt in this line of work?"
The old man's smile froze suddenly.
Two in one
(End of this chapter)