Chapter 918: Making Money
Just as Wei Changtian had guessed before, there was indeed a tomb hidden under Yun'an Temple.
Because the person lying in the middle of several ebony trees, surrounded by hundreds of golden lotuses, was obviously a dead person.
But unlike what he had previously guessed, in addition to being a mausoleum, this place also looked like a sacrificial venue.
The hollow stone wall with a radius of one hundred meters is covered with golden Buddhist scriptures, which make people dizzy at just a few glances.
Countless night pearls were scattered high and low in all directions, illuminating the entire cave like daylight.
In the center of the cave, there is a "lotus pond" the size of a basketball court. The water in the pond is mercury and the lotus flowers are gold leaves.
Surrounded by many golden lotuses, an old monk wearing a bright red cassock, with white hair and beard, and twelve scars on his head was lying quietly on a golden lotus platform, his eyes closed, without any breath.
In fact, this scene alone, although a little strange, has little to do with sacrifice.
but "."
Taking a deep breath, Wei Changtian carefully drew out the Longquan Sword and slowly walked to the lotus pond.
He squatted down, cut off a lotus petal with his sword, and held it in his hand to look at it for a while.
The petals are made of gold and are very finely crafted, even down to the fine veins, and feel very much like a real lotus.
But that's not the point.
The key point is that Wei Changtian actually felt a very powerful and slowly flowing internal force from this golden petal.
There are three thousand great ways, and although they all breathe the same true energy of heaven and earth, the internal strength condensed by each school is different.
Therefore, Wei Changtian immediately recognized that this was the internal force of Buddhism.
But why is there internal force on this golden lotus? Frowning, Wei Changtian's brain worked rapidly.
He had long been very clear about the "cultivation rules" of this world.
To put it simply, there is "true qi" like air between heaven and earth. The existence of true qi gives all things in this world characteristics that are different from their previous lives.
For example, this world can produce "magic medicines" that truly have all kinds of magical effects, can give birth to all kinds of bizarre monsters, and even ordinary crops are no worse than those "superior varieties" that have been carefully selected in previous lives.
But if there is only true qi, this place undoubtedly cannot be considered a world of cultivation.
Because true qi comes from heaven and earth, it cannot be used directly.
Only when those who practice cultivation use the techniques of various schools and transform their true qi into their own internal strength can they display all kinds of wonderful supernatural powers.
In other words, the process of cultivation is actually the process of transforming true qi into internal force and storing it in the dantian.
The difference between different realms mainly lies in the upper limit of internal force that the Dantian can "accommodate" and the purity of the internal force.
The higher the upper limit, the more magical powers and martial arts you can display.
The higher the purity, the more powerful your magical powers and martial arts will be.
It's a bit off track.
In a word, internal force must be generated by the practitioner.
Except for humans and monsters, nothing else can convert true qi into internal force, and it is even impossible to store internal force for a long time.
This is also the reason why there is no "blue bottle blood bottle" in this world.
Apart from the "Tianyuan Pills" sold in the system, Wei Changtian had never seen any other pills or treasures that could directly replenish internal energy.
Even if one is a top master, once his internal energy is gone, he can only meditate to recover. At most, he can use treasures like the Demon Spirit Pill that can store true energy to speed up a little.
Internal energy cannot be stored by borrowing objects; this has almost become a rule similar to the truth in this world.
But now, there was actually a huge amount of internal force flowing through the golden petals in Wei Changtian's hands.
Let’s not talk about why these golden lotuses can store internal energy.
Because there's something even stranger going on right now.
Where the hell did this inner strength come from?
"Husband."
A moment later, Yang Liushi, who had also picked a golden petal, also discovered something wrong.
She stared blankly with eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.
"W-why is this happening?"
"I don't know, but."
Compared with Yang Liushi, Wei Changtian was a time traveler after all, and the "world view" he had just constructed was not too deeply rooted, so he has now regained his calm.
He frowned and thought for a moment, then analyzed softly:
"But this inner strength cannot be fake."
"So either someone in the Buddhist sect has found a way to store inner strength using dead objects."
"Or there is something alive in this cave."
"Living creature?"
Yang Liushi suddenly looked up at the corpse lying in the middle of the lotus pond, and her mouth opened instantly.
Obviously, if there is any living thing here, it seems to be only this corpse.
"My lord, I can't sense any breath."
After taking a few quick breaths, she asked Wei Changtian in a low voice: "Do you want to go and take a look?"
"Don't worry yet."
Wei Changtian shook his head, squinted his eyes and played with the golden leaf in his hand, but did not act rashly.
This tomb hidden under an illusion array is full of weirdness, and I don't have the aura of a protagonist. It would be a shame if I end up capsizing in a ditch.
What's more, even if you really want to take this risk, you have to get the benefits that are at your fingertips first.
"Liu Shi, how much internal energy is contained in this lotus petal?"
"This is probably equivalent to all that a fourth-grade warrior has."
"How many petals does a golden lotus have?"
"More than a dozen petals."
"Then how many golden lotuses are there here?"
"Hundreds of them!"
Suddenly, Yang Liushi screamed in surprise.
She then realized that she had just been thinking about why there was internal energy in these golden petals, and had forgotten this! The internal energy stored in a lotus petal is basically equivalent to the total amount that a fourth-grade warrior's dantian can hold.
And there are so many golden lotuses here, nearly two thousand lotus petals. Isn't this equivalent to the reserves of two thousand fourth-grade warriors? Two thousand fourth-grade warriors!
Even if it is converted into the second grade, it can fill the empty Dantian dozens of times!
You have to know that when masters fight each other, the rational distribution of internal strength is very important.
Imagine that when two people are fighting to the end of their rope and have run out of ammunition and food, one of them suddenly takes out a golden petal, and his internal energy is instantly filled up. "This, this"
Yang Liushi’s little face turned red as she opened her mouth in astonishment.
At the moment, she didn't care about where the internal force came from. She just looked at Wei Changtian and said in a trembling voice:
"My husband, then let's..."
"Well, let's do it."
Wei Changtian smiled, stood up and looked at the entire lotus pond. His eyes seemed as if he was looking at a bank vault in his previous life.
"We can talk about other things later, but let's get all these first!"
"But remember to be careful. If something goes wrong, run away immediately."
"Yes! I remember it!"
Yang Liushi also stood up at this time, nodded repeatedly, with only excitement in her eyes.
The two looked at each other, and then without further ado, they turned into two black shadows and pounced towards the golden lotus in the pond from the east and west sides.
“.”
"Husband! Take off your clothes quickly!"
"Ah? Take off your clothes?"
"Yes! There are too many! I can't take them all!"
"Okay! Next!"
"Yes, husband!"
"What happened again?"
“It feels so good!!!”
(End of this chapter)
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