Chapter 6 Green Skills
Crown visualized a silver full moon illuminating his entire body, and then imagined this full moon entering the brain through the Tianmu point between the eyebrows, then going straight through the Niwan point to the Tanzhong point, then moving to the left chest and entering the heart.
Taoists believe that the moon is yin, the yin essence in yang, and yin movement comes first; the sun is yang, and yang movement follows.
The brain is the spiritual organ and is yin; the heart is the spiritual organ and is yang.
Yin and Yang follow one another and mobilize the divine power, achieving harmony and unity.
At this time, he looked inward at the heart in his left chest, imagining that the heart was emitting golden light from small to large, just like a rising sun, with thousands of golden rays illuminating the internal organs of the chest.
After visualizing like this for two or three minutes, he slowly moved the red sun to the Danzhong point, paused for a moment, and stopped in the Dantian, which was one inch and three points behind the navel and descended from the center.
He then imagined that thousands of golden lights continued to expand, filling his entire body and penetrating through his pores in a spherical shape to spread out in all directions.
With the foundation from his previous life, he did it very skillfully.
And more focused than ever before.
This concerns his last bit of dignity. If he cannot turn it into a skill, it may mean that he has lived half his life in vain!
In this way, Crowne repeated this process devoutly.
He didn't know how long it had been, but he suddenly felt an inexplicable thought surge in his mind.
He continued to complete the cycle, calling forth the golden wall.
Suddenly, his breathing became rapid.
A line of green words appeared on the wall.
[Golden Light Mantra: 3/10000; Level 0] (You become clear-headed, your five internal organs are refreshed, your six bowels are in harmony, you have plenty of energy, and you sleep better. Note: It is easy to get hungry while practicing) Haha, it’s not lived in vain, this is a green skill, and Level 0 has special effects!
Gurgle. There was a sound coming from my stomach.
It’s past noon, let’s go eat!
Crown stood up and walked out happily.
Just get started and practice hard.
. . . .
Tavern Street, The Mill.
"Five pounds of flour, ten pounds of rice, and two cloth bags for free, eight silver coins."
The miller put the bag on the counter with a kind smile on his face. This was big business.
Crown, who was full of excitement just now, felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured over his head, and all the happiness disappeared in an instant.
Rice and flour are so expensive? He hasn't even bought vegetables or meat yet! The currency system of Farouk's Kingdom was very simple and clear, with the highest unit being the gold shield.
One gold shield is equal to one hundred silver coins, and one silver coin is equal to one hundred copper coins.
If I eat as much as I want, I don't know if I can last for many days. Practicing the Golden Light Mantra can really consume a lot of calories.
If you want to improve your shooting and herbalism skills, you need a lot of practice, which is another huge expense.
As for the debt owed to the priest, it is too much, so just ignore it. It cannot be repaid in a short time anyway.
Crown pulled out a gold shield from the lining of his clothes and placed it on the counter.
. . . .
Carrying the bag of grain, Crown continued walking forward, turned a corner, and came to a door on another street.
There is a butcher's counter at the door of the shop, with several slices of pork hanging on them.
"Boss, give me ten pounds of pork belly, sliced into slices half a finger thick."
"Okay, twenty-six silver coins."
Crone turned his head and pointed to a shop across the street, saying, "What happened there? Why is there a seal from the patrol team?"
The boss who was cutting meat paused and sighed: "Kao didn't open the door for business this morning. No one answered the door no matter how hard we knocked. The neighbors called the police. When the patrolmen carried out the family of seven, I saw white spots on their bodies. Everyone said it was caused by an evil spirit."
"It's getting more and more dangerous here. A few days ago, an evil spirit harmed people on Skunk Street and no one survived."
Another victim of evil spirits? Is this world so dangerous?
Crown couldn't help but be a little stunned.
Since my previous life could remember, there have been only about ten incidents involving evil spirits, an average of less than one incident per year.
It has only been a few days since the time travel, and two supernatural events have occurred in the small town of Zak.
He frowned as he recalled it, and was shocked.
There have been more incidents involving evil spirits in the past three years than in the previous decade or so.
He had a terrible guess that the world was becoming less and less safe.
. . . .
“Fuck!”
Crown glanced at the golden wall and swore.
He spent the whole morning trying hard and tinkering with various things, but only the Golden Light Spell could form a skill.
Unexpectedly, I developed a new skill by just cooking some white rice and making a pot of dried vegetables and meat at noon.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
[Cooking: 16/1000; Level 1] (Obviously, you have the ability to make a cooked meal out of raw rice) Could it be that you were born in an empire of foodies in your previous life, and your cooking skills have naturally improved after traveling through time?
After thinking about it, it is really possible.
We eat glutinous rice balls on the Lantern Festival, pancakes on the 23rd day of the first lunar month, green rice balls on the Qingming Festival, rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival, and moon cakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival. The whole country is mobilized during the Spring Festival, and leaders at all levels inspect the work related to food.
It seemed that all lunar festivals in my previous life were related to food.
Perhaps the memory of hunger is too deep, so eating well is engraved in the memory of the Chinese people.
He took a big bite of the strip of meat and muttered, "That's fine. Being a good chef means at least I can eat comfortably."
After a hearty meal, Crown went out and headed straight for the patrol station. On the way, he bought a box of cigars.
While eating, he had already made short-term plans.
Among the existing skills, he practiced the Golden Light Mantra in the morning, practiced shooting with the patrol team in the afternoon, and studied herbs and learned to make potions at night.
Shooting is his only means of attack at present, the Golden Light Spell seems to be a very promising auxiliary means, and herbology is his livelihood skill.
As for language and cooking skills, just go with the flow.
. . . .
In the patrol team, Yalu sat upright with a serious look on his face.
Last night, another evil spirit incident occurred.
The deceased had suffered the same injuries as the Skunk Street victim.
Is it possible that the evil spirit that committed the crime is going to stay here and not leave?
"Hello, Officer Yaru!"
The sudden sound startled the fat patrolman.
The patrolman showed a bit of anger on his face. When he saw who was coming, he looked a little uncomfortable: "Clown, why are you here instead of going to the mountains to collect herbs?"
Is this guy asking for money? Humph, no one can take away the meat I eat!
Crown handed over a cigar in a familiar manner and said with a smile, "Officer, I need your help with something."
The fat patrolman took the cigar naturally, but his expression became reserved without any disobedience: "What's the matter? Tell me first."
"I want to buy some bullets and rent our shooting range."
"There are rules in the team, and this is difficult to do."
Yalu took the cigarette and slammed it on the table.
Crown folded a silver coin in his palm, placed it on the table and pushed it over.
He took out a match and lit a cigarette for the patrolman with a smile.
Yalu wiped his hand on the table, held the cigar in his mouth and came closer, taking a deep puff, his fat face hidden in the smoke: "We are so familiar with each other, I will take you there, next time, don't be so polite."
(End of this chapter)