Zifu Temple · Benming Yuanshen Stele (Wood)
Hehe, I found that book-loving brothers are really impressive. Every twist and turn in the plot, they can all clearly feel it.
However, Baili wants to emphasize that when Zifu was born, the movement was slightly larger, but in fact, everyone changed their minds. No matter what Zifu looks like, its essence is just a "field". It's just a platform for growing crops, which is also the core of this book. It will never be endless YY. Baili makes a solemn promise that the farm is grown out, and the protagonist's strength in "Zifu" grows bit by bit.
I hope everyone continues to vote and support!
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It astonishingly discovered that in this boundless gray misty void, a floating gray rock island has already appeared.
This floating island is composed of numerous extremely hard grey rocks. The ground on the island is undulating, exactly one li in circumference, and beneath it are many jagged rocky peaks.
The island had only grey rocks, bare and devoid of any vitality. Far beyond the island, it was still a vast expanse of eerie grey fog and desolate emptiness.
It was overjoyed and immediately drifted towards the island. The feeling was like a sailor who had been drifting in the endless sea for a long time, suddenly encountering an island where he could rest his feet, and he rushed towards it with excitement.
It drifted onto the island, and as soon as it stepped onto the island, a very solid feeling arose in its heart. It happily jumped around on top of it, enjoying this comfort. This place was like a home to it, and it no longer had to drift aimlessly through the void like a rootless duckweed.
In the center of the island stands an ancient, weathered stone monument about one zhang high and three chi wide. It seems that this stone monument has been here since the formation of the island, blending seamlessly with the entire island. This stone monument is surrounded by a ring of light, covering an area of nearly one zhang in diameter, like a large water droplet bubble.
I don't know why, but this stone monument gives me a very safe feeling.
It moved in its heart, floated over, and easily dove into the light circle bubble, seeing what was on the stone tablet.
Only the stone monument has a line of texture, like a natural crack, as if it were carved words. The texture is ancient and simple, the meaning is profound and obscure. But what's strange is that I understood the words on it at a glance, what does it mean?
From top to bottom, from left to right, all that can be seen is the inscription on the stone tablet:
Zifu Benming Yuanshen Monument (Wood)
County Governor: Ye Qin
The domain: a perfect circle of one mile in circumference.
Element: Wood
The master of the mansion has five elements of spiritual roots: metal 20, wood 20, water 20, fire 20, earth 20.
Original lifespan: 81 years. Increased lifespan: 0 years. Lifespan consumed: 15 years, 1 month, and 29 days. Remaining lifespan: 65 years, 11 months, and 1 day.
The Lord of the House has Auspicious Fate: Heavenly Mechanism
Palace Lord Stem Combination: Jie
It stroked the texture on the stone tablet, and its mind was shocked. Countless roars echoed in its mind, and countless memories poured into its mind like a tide, and it finally remembered everything in the past.
Leaf Qin!
Isn't it Ye Qin?
It seems that it was picking herbs on the mountain peak, ate a gray egg from an eagle's nest, and then came to this endless void. It's really strange, how did I end up in such a place?
What is this floating island called Zifu?
How can I leave this place?
Could it be that I'm just dreaming, but this dream is a bit too long?
It thought, feeling tired, and a strong drowsiness suddenly came over it, and it fell asleep in a daze.
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Ye Qin felt extremely suffocated! He seemed to be trapped by something and couldn't breathe.
"Ah!"
He couldn't hold it in anymore, struggling desperately with all his might, his right fist fiercely striking out and hitting a solid wall. With a loud crash, the wall was punched through by his fist, creating a hole the size of his fist.
A gust of fresh air carrying a chill swept in from outside.
His greedy big mouth was gasping for air.
"I'm so frustrated!"
Ye Qin exerted his strength and broke through the things wrapped around his body, crawling out.
On the top of the mountain, the sky is still pitch black.
The dim moonlight faintly illuminated the mountain top, barely making it possible to see the surrounding situation.
The surrounding scene left him stunned. All he saw was a giant boulder below, a human-sized cocoon that could hold a fifteen-year-old boy, made of withered grass, wood chips, ash, and mud, extremely bizarre.
He was just breaking a hole in this sturdy dry grass cocoon and crawling out of it.
Was I wrapped up by this strange thing?
No wonder it was so stuffy, and it took a lot of effort to open it.
Just now I seemed to have had a bizarre dream, dreaming that I arrived at a strange void and also on a floating island.
Ye Qin sniffed himself, his short shirt was covered with sticky mud and dry grass, and a strange sweaty smell all over his body. He pulled down some dry grass stuck on his face and hair, quickly turned out a water bag from the big herbal basket, poured it from head to toe, washing his face and body clean.
The cool water splashed onto his small body, instantly sobering him up and making him recall all the events of tonight with perfect clarity.
He first ate eagle eggs, was poisoned by an unknown toxin, and had a severe stomachache. Then he had a bizarre dream: endless voids, gray fog, ominous purple lightning, floating islands, and the Monument of the Primordial Spirit. He still remembered every detail of the dream vividly. After that, he woke up and emerged from his cocoon.
Ye Qin rubbed his stomach, no matter what, at least the severe poison was no longer acting up, and his life should be worry-free now. As for that strange dream, he couldn't understand it and didn't think about it anymore. There was no need to make himself anxious over a dream.
The sky is still pitch black, and the cold wind on the mountain cliff is piercing.
Ye Qin burrowed under the giant rock, relaid the grass, curled up and fell asleep.
The next day, the sky brightened and the sun rose.
Ye Qin looked at the pile of herbs in front of her with a worried and bitter expression.
In the morning, I cleaned up the big grass medicine basket, took out the medicine and dried it. I found that the rare little green grass was gone.
Vaguely remembered, when his stomach hurt last night, he seemed to have grabbed a handful of herbs from the herb basket. But what kind of herb he picked up, he had already forgotten. He reckoned that he must have eaten that small green herb to detoxify himself.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
That small green grass is worth at least one silver leaf, which can be exchanged for three or four days' worth of herbs.
Fortunately, other herbs were fine.
Ye Qin carefully checked the prices of these herbs again and found that they were worth about three or four silver leaves, which means he had already completed one-third to one-fourth of this month's herb collection task. It seems that this month should be able to complete the herb collection task normally, and there will even be some surplus. For the rest of the time, he doesn't have to risk his life to collect herbs in those dangerous places anymore.
That morning, he didn't go to pick herbs. Instead, he found a spacious and flat rock at the top of the mountain, poured out all the medicinal materials, and dried them in the sun. Most of these herbs were already withered, and drying them would prevent mold from growing, making them easy to store, and they would be much lighter in weight.
When sunning medicine and watching medicine, Ye Qin was also busy.
He sat down beside a stone in the shade, took out from his bosom the thin book of "The Sitting-forgetting Scripture" which he had obtained from the medicine hall when he was still a young boy gathering herbs, and began to read it with great relish. Ye Qin had already made it a habit to read the scripture once every day before proceeding with his sitting meditation practice.
