As the name suggests, the life-saving talisman can protect against external damage in critical moments.
Because it was her handiwork, no one could touch Huang Weian unless the great alchemist was resurrected, and Ye Lan would also be able to sense the situation immediately.
But this is not just any amulet from any temple.
However, Huang Weian obviously regarded the talisman paper as the beginning of a friendship. He put it in his shirt pocket and treasured it very much. Ye Lan didn't need to remind him to keep it properly.
"Um, classmate Ye, there is a smell of medicine in your room. Are you sick?" Huang Weian suddenly sniffed and asked with some confusion.
"Well, I have a cold. I'm making some Chinese medicine." Ye Lan made up an excuse. After all, Chinese medicine is highly trusted and is much more reliable than Western medicine in the eyes of the Chinese people.
As expected, Huang Weian nodded heavily, agreeing, "Traditional Chinese medicine treats both the symptoms and the root cause. Speaking of which, when I visited the teaching building on the first day, I saw a lot of ceramic pots in the storage room on the fourth floor. Those would definitely be perfect for boiling Chinese medicine."
Chinese people see that pots are used not only for making delicious food but also for boiling medicine, and their main purpose is practicality.
Foreigners do not practice Chinese medicine, and their cooking is simple barbecue and salad. They don't need heavy pots at all. When they lack aesthetic appeal, they naturally abandon them and put them in the storage room.
But Ye Lan did not forget that this is the Cultural Relics Restoration College.
There is a high probability that the pots piled there are actually historical relics.
Thinking of this, she had an idea, and after seeing Huang Weian off, she quickly went to the teaching building.
There was no one around at this time, only high-tech surveillance cameras were flying all over the sky, but even so, the screen still could not capture Ye Lan's high-speed moving figure.
Arriving on the fourth floor, the storage room is also easy to find.
As soon as the door of the room was opened, a musty smell hit my nose.
Ye Lan used his inner strength to disperse the dust before he walked in. He looked at the antique ceramic vessels scattered all over the floor and shook his head helplessly.
It's really a waste of resources.
Not to mention that these old crafts have been preserved to this day, which shows how sturdy they are, even the aura attached to the old objects combined with the elixir produces an effect that cannot be matched by ordinary utensils.
Unfortunately, foreigners don’t know the value of it.
Ye Lan searched inside for a while and suddenly found a tripod at the bottom of a shelf.
That’s right, with its four corners touching the ground and its ears hanging down to its chest, it is indeed a tripod.
This tripod is more than half a person's height, and its entire body is charred black, and the original carved shape and pattern are no longer recognizable.
But Ye Lan felt a trace of divine power and dragon energy from above.
She had some vague guesses in her mind, so she put her hand on the tripod and slapped it hard, pouring her internal energy into the tripod, making a buzzing sound.
Click, click.
With slight cracking sounds, the charred surface of the tripod peeled off layer by layer, revealing a golden luster underneath and a lifelike pattern of nine dragons playing with a pearl.
"Heavenly Sacrifice Cauldron."
Ye Lan confirmed the answer after only looking at a corner of the figure, and at the same time verified his guess.
In ancient times, the emperor would lead all officials to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth during the spring plowing and autumn harvest, praying to God for a good harvest this year and good weather next year.
Sometimes, when a king is immoral, God will punish him. Not only will the people not get any harvest, but thunder will also strike the sacrificial cauldron.
Generally speaking, in such cases, the tripod cannot be used anymore and needs to be transported to the mountains for burial.
If the Heavenly Sacrifice Cauldron was shattered on the spot, it would mean that God was angry, and both the court and the people could protest and force the monarch to abdicate.
Later, in order to avoid shaking the imperial power, every generation would ask skilled craftsmen to find the hardest object in the world to make the tripod for sacrificial offerings.
The one in front of Ye Lan looks like gold on the surface, but in fact it is an unknown rare mineral. However, it is a rare treasure after all, and it is just right to take it back to make medicine.
So she picked up the heavy sacrificial tripod and went out without slowing down. She returned to the dormitory in a few jumps.
Then she tried the Samadhi True Fire and found that the Heavenly Sacrifice Cauldron could fully withstand it. She nodded with satisfaction and poured a large pot of medicine into it.
The medicine was combined with the divine power of heavenly thunder and the true fire of Samadhi. As soon as it entered the soup, it began to spin at high speed, floating in the air without being touched by the surrounding minerals and metals.
In less than a minute, bursts of medicinal fragrance emanated from the cauldron.
Ye Lan shook it hard, and all the pills condensed in it fell into the porcelain bowl beside him.
Without the waste caused by long-term boiling in an ordinary pot, this time I was able to produce enough medicine for half a month.
She put the pills into a porcelain bottle, opened the door and went next door.
In order to avoid the embarrassment of last time, she also inquired about the situation in advance and made sure that he was not taking a shower before knocking on the door.
QQ.
"Come in."
A man's deep voice came from inside the room.
It seemed like he knew she was coming, so the door was not closed.
When Ye Lan pushed the door open, she saw a tall and graceful man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at the moon.
"Do you know how God came about?" He asked suddenly without turning around.
Ye Lan glanced at the distant sky, but still shook his head.
In front of a true god, guessing would only seem pretentious, and the other party didn't need her to guess.
Sure enough, the next second, Lei Ze chuckled and gave the answer directly.
"We come from the universe, a place that neither your satellites nor your rockets can reach. The farthest moon you can observe right now is just a step away from us."
It's just a tiny, inconspicuous speck of dust.
Hearing this, Ye Lan was silent for a moment before saying, "In your opinion, perhaps our human civilization is very pedantic, and the scientific system we have established is also very one-sided, but this is already the limit of what we can control."
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