Thinking of cultivating the elixir, Fang Jian's mind immediately surged and stirred in the editing page, and soon he pinched out something like a kettle.
"It's a bit ugly." Fang Jian saw the trendy-looking watering can on the editing page and shook his head.
Then his mind turned again, and the kettle instantly dissipated like smoke, turning into a mixed air, allowing Fang Jian to shape and mold it.
As a purple light flashed, a delicate mutton-fat jade bottle was pinched out, emitting rays of spiritual light in the editing column.
"Beautiful." Fang Jian looked at the shimmering jade-colored mutton-fat jade bottle in the editorial column and nodded in admiration, but then shook his head and said, "Isn't it too feminine? Besides, what if Guanyin Bodhisattva accuses me of copyright infringement?"
Soon this mutton-fat jade bottle was also rejected. "No, let's try another one." After saying that, his spiritual power erased the mutton-fat jade bottle again and started to make a new one.
But then Fang Jian edited several more appearances, but he was not very satisfied with the results.
"Oh, do I also have difficulty making decisions? I didn't realize it before." Fang Jian shook his head, erased the shape he had just created in front of him again, and then fell into deep thought.
Fang Jian stared at an ordinary table in the hall in front of him, dozens of shape plans flashed through his mind, but without exception, he was not satisfied with any of them in the end.
He frowned, his eyes fixed on the table at first, then gradually became absent-minded, but after a stick of incense had passed, Fang Jian's gaze suddenly focused on the table again.
A very ordinary table, with four legs and a rectangular shape, nothing extra or fancy...
"Pah!" A crisp sound echoed in the abode. Fang Jian said excitedly, "The truth is simplicity itself. Why should I bother with all the fancy tricks? Since we're cultivating immortal medicine, isn't a pool the most convenient place?"
Thinking of this, he immediately used his spiritual power to stir the mixed air and gradually shaped it into a pool with a radius of nine feet.
Looking at the small clear pond in front of him, Fang Jian was very satisfied, "This is what a divine object should be like."
After saying that, Fang Jian began to endow the small clear pool with divinity. He first selected "divine object" in the editing column, and then selected "gold" and "water" from the five elements.
Following Fang Jian's selection, a divine light lit up in the editing column, and then the base of the Xiaoqing Pool turned gray-gold and was covered with stone cracks that looked like runes, which looked very mysterious.
Then another ray of spiritual light flashed, and a pool of bright jade water suddenly gushed out from this small clear pool. The spiritual light rolled among the rippling water, and the clear waves were surging.
At this moment, the editor listed the ingredients for the small clear pool. The base was crafted from 'Wu Ji Earth in Gold,' while the luminous jade water within the pool was 'Tai Yin Yuan Yang Water.' The divine power of this 'Wu Ji Earth in Gold' would absorb the yin and yang energies and spiritual energy from heaven and earth at the intersection of yin and yang each night, transforming them into a pool of 'Tai Yin Yuan Yang Water.' This water, with its harmonious balance of yin and yang, was incredibly potent. Just one scoop of water applied to any spiritual plant could instantly increase its medicinal age by ten years. If Tai Yin Yuan Yang Water were diluted with ordinary water and applied to spiritual plants, it could also instantly increase the plant's medicinal age by one year.
Most importantly, this water's magical power can be repeated infinitely, without limit. However, this only shows that the effect of Taiyin Yuanyang Water is very strong. Even spiritual flowers and herbs are not watered all day long.
Finally, Fang Jian looked at the blank gray-gold outer wall surrounding the nine-zhang-wide Xiaoqing Pond. He pondered for a moment, then used his divine consciousness to carve a poem on the outer wall of the Xiaoqing Pond:
A half-acre square pond opens like a mirror, with the light of sky and shadows of clouds wandering together.
Why is the water so clear? Because it comes from a source of fresh water.
Fang Jian likes this poem very much, especially the last sentence, which contains extremely profound truth.
If the Heavenly Palace is compared to a pond, then the pond must be clear at the beginning, but if no new water is injected into it for too long, it will become turbid and eventually even become a stagnant channel.
So why is the water in the canals so consistently clear? The answer is "a constant source of fresh water." Only with a constant flow of fresh water and blood pumping into the canals, constantly cleaning away the filth, can the water in the canals remain flowing and clear, preventing it from becoming stagnant.
So where does the source of this water in the Heavenly Palace come from? It is in the Three Realms, in the Four Births and Six Paths, and among the billions of kind-hearted beings in the heavens and myriad worlds.
Therefore, 80% of the immortal officials in heaven have gone through countless tribulations of cultivation, and only a few are born immortals with extraordinary origins.
"Generate!" Fang Jian said to the editor.
"Generation requires 257 Dao Qi." said the editor.
"Generate it." Fang Jian nodded.
The next moment, under the illumination of a brilliant purple light, the small clear pool gradually turned from virtual to real, from nothing to something, and finally flew out of the editor, flew out of Fang Jian's body, and landed in the temple.
Fang Jian looked towards the small clear pool and his eyes lit up. This was truly: lines of golden patterns were mysterious, and spiritual light was emitting from the jade cage.
And the moment Xiaoqingchi was created, the editor also gave it a name: "Jianchi."
"Why do I feel like this name is a bit strange?" Fang Jian looked at Xiao Qingchi's name and suddenly said to the editor, "Xiao Hong, are you being sarcastic to me?"
Facing Fang Jian's question, the editor did not respond at all. After all, it was just a silent and obedient golden finger.
...
He waved his hand and put the Jianchi into the storage bag, then took a look at the only 535 strands of Taoist Qi left on the editing column, and couldn't help but sigh, it was used up so quickly.
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