Chapter 239

"Stupid! He was beaten to pieces by a demon! Almost ruined my big business

At the northwest corner of the palace, in a secluded palace surrounded by smoke, there was a full-bodied rebuke from the room with the closed door.

The mirror man knelt down on the futon, put his hands in front of his knees, half bowed and bowed his head, with a very respectful attitude.

"Martial uncle, it's my nephew who is reckless."

At the top is a huge three legged cauldron, which is one and a half people high. The mouth of the cauldron is in the middle. From time to time, flames come out from the round mouth of the washbasin. The orange tongue of fire licks the thick copper wall of the cauldron and makes a slight hissing sound, like a gluttonous beast waiting for more prey to be caught.

Beside the huge cauldron stood an old Taoist with white hair and beard, but he was the national master who Ren an had met once.

Although the old Taoist is the martial uncle of Mingjing, few people know about it, even the emperor. On the surface, the national master is a monk with high accomplishments. He can not only affirm the fate of the country, but also invite wind and rain. He can also do divination for others. He is almost right. The emperor naturally regards him as a great power and regards him as a national master.

Fortunately, in addition to loving alchemy and geomantic omen, the national master did not interfere with the court. Only then did the ministers allow this special existence.

Looking at the old man in front of him, his face is ruddy, his eyes are bright, and he can hardly see the wrinkles on his face. Only when he is smiling, can he show a trace of crow's feet in the corner of his eyes. He looks younger than himself! The real man in the mirror is both envious and envious. He says in secret: can this old man find the recipe for immortality?

This kind of thinking is more respectful on the face, but in the heart, it is in the name of his own little Jiujiu, who describes what happened to him after he entered Beijing, especially the beauty of he Miao and the beauty of Ren an.

All the way, the temple of martial uncle is full of pretty young Taoist Bai Nen. Naturally, he understands the preferences of his peers.

"That pair of children are so arrogant! Please make the decision for me The mirror real person bends the body to the lowest, the manner is full respectful.

How did you not know what the goods were up to? It's just asking myself to teach others a lesson for him!

"Hum!" The national teacher threw his sleeve disdainfully and said, "but the ignorant child is also worthy of my hand!" After a pause, he seemed to think of something, and then asked: "you say that Baron ANN is able to command the trees and vines?"

"Exactly." Master Mingjing replied, "the trees under his command are full of spiritual power, and even will form an array automatically. If not, I will not fall into his trap and be trapped in the array and be captured without any help."

When the national master turned his eyes, he remembered who Baron an was. Not long ago, just came back from Dongjun, the little miracle doctor who calmed the epidemic! Before that, he also met the Baron in front of the palace. At that time, he was very excited about it and wanted to put it into his hands immediately!

However, this heart is not a dirty mind. He didn't even pay attention to each other's appearance, just the inexplicable desire in his heart

At this time, the Chinese medicine was put into the crucible, and the furnace cracked, and the Chinese medicine was put into the basket.

The fragrance of the medicine gradually diffused out, and Mingjing took a deep breath, his face was intoxicated.

Sure enough, martial uncle's medicine refining ability is not built! No wonder you can get along well!

For those who practice Taoism, high officials and high salary can't cause them to think too much. The only thing they pursue is to improve their cultivation! Longer life! Can live forever, disease does not invade!

Therefore, their favorite is the magic weapon, which is the elixir of heaven, material and earth!

The national master is surrounded by strong medicine Qi, which urges his internal power to refine medicine in the Dan furnace. When he grabbed the last herb and threw it into the Dan stove, his brain suddenly flashed -

herbs!

What he wants most is precious medicinal materials!

In addition to the rare herbs, even those tender and lovely teenagers can't attract more attention!

At the last glance, he had a strong idea in his mind, but he didn't take it to heart because he had something else to do at that time. Because he didn't know whether the child was human or not, and later he found out that Ren an was a baron, it was even harder to move him.

The friars all have a principle that they do not actively participate in common affairs, especially the affairs of the court. How many officials are clean? It's harmful to practice to mix with them.

In the past, being kind to others can improve cultivation, so it's not harmful to give a medicine and sprinkle a little money occasionally. However, it is taboo to judge people's life and death, save dying people or take innocent lives. The former is against Yama, while the latter is against heaven. It's better not to do it if you can't do it. Unless When he is refining medicine like this, he needs to use the medicine man's bloodletting as a guide, which will also damage his cultivation. However, compared with the final benefit, a little loss can be ignored.

If Ren an is anything rareThe master narrowed his eyes slightly and lost his mind for a moment.

"Martial uncle! Medicine Mingjing real person looked at the fire of the Dan stove, but it didn't stop. Suddenly, it came out, and the cauldron immediately smelled of scorching.

He has a look of pain and regret: the heat has passed!

The national teacher was also a little annoyed. He quickly put away the power and put out the raging fire.

Take out the crucible and put some burnt pills into a white jade bowl with the size of a palm on the table.

Jingle a few crisp ring, condensed into pills of pills in the bowl rolled two circles, quietly lying in the bottom of the bowl.

There are some black ashes on the white bowl wall, which are the fragments left by the burnt herbs.

The seven pills in the bowl are three brown and four black. The damage rate is more than half. Those black painted balls are naturally the last time to stop the fire, missed the opportunity, scorched, equal to waste.

Fortunately, there are still three finished pills, which is not a complete failure. But the fragrance of the medicine is much lighter than before.

"Martial uncle..." Looking at the dark face of martial uncle, Mingjing carefully reminded him, "since it's finished, it's better to send someone to tell the one in the palace."

He also knows that these pills are defective. Martial uncle will never use them. It's better to take advantage of the emperor's son and collect good herbs to refine them again.

The National Teacher sighed heavily.

"Do you know how to use these herbs? It took me nearly seven years to order my men to search for that. Among them, the thousand year old ginseng is extremely rare. Fortunately, martial uncle, I didn't use all of them in my first trial. "

Then he put the three pills into a jade bottle. As for what kind of medicine it is and how effective it is, there is no meaning at all.

The real person in the mirror grins his teeth in secret, but with a smile on his face, he follows step by step, carrying tea and water.

The national master weighed the jade bottle and gave an evil smile:

"let's go. I'll let you go later." It's a man or a demon. You can tell when you see it.

Ren an, who was wrapping the seedlings, shivered coldly.

Qibao came out of the ground and flashed a gray light.

"No, I feel like a bad idea is coming here."