Chen Zijian's mind moved slightly, and he found that the illusory medicinal materials were suspended there and did not immediately become real items.

And through medicinal materials, you can see different refining results through different angles like prisms.

It's like looking down at the planet from above the sky, you can see different angles and the development and changes of all things.

As for the effect of this refining item, it seems to be determined by the clarity of memory. Moreover, even the ancestor of the Chen family has not recorded the mystery.

"Then I will follow the modern routine and divide it into grades first and customize the memory level units, which may avoid wasting incense." Chen Zijian seized the opportunity and graded the intensity of refining in turn based on his own perception and judgment.

Through the prism perspective of the heaven and earth in the furnace, Chen Zijian saw the various directions of the refining path, namely:

Dull, dark, dull, hazy, blurry.

Broken, mottled, faded, old, fireflies.

Embers, smoldering, bright, profound, unforgettable.

Chen Zijian distinguishes clarity, integrity, and lighting color intensity respectively, and classifies the pictures in illusory states.

He found that after doing this, the conclusions in meditation really opened up this idea, making the refining branch of the medicinal material clear, and marked the incense amount needed to make this memory real.

"Am I really a genius? Or should this incense burner be used like this, I just awakened my instinct?"

Relying on the little girl's memory of herbs and spending half a stick of unwilling incense, she will definitely be able to refine fireflies-level medicinal materials.

"I don't know what level of medicinal materials refined from the incense burner are, and whether they can cure the disease. If I can give her mother some time, I can't say that I have made no achievements and used incense to refine a ball of waste, right?"

Chen Zijian divided half of the Wuwang Xiang and devoted himself to the refining path.

He is not very sure of refining, but the patient who is terminally ill should remember to bear the consequences at his own risk.

I saw that the memory became clear and real under the blessing of incense, and the light like a fireflies was flowing faintly.

"Well? Is this real version of the medicinal material supposed to shine?" After refining, Chen Zijian felt that he might have given more incense, but he could not cancel the remake.

At this time, Chen Zijian did not feel that he had any losses or gains, so he quietly rolled up some incense ash with his spiritual sense, blindfolded the little girl's eyes, and rolled up the bag of medicinal materials and threw them out.

For Chen Zhuxiang, she knelt on the cushion to offer incense, staring at the tiger going down the mountain and praying quietly.

But I felt that a gust of cold wind blew and incense ash that caught my eyes. When I rubbed my red and swollen eyes to see, there was a pack of medicinal materials on the ground.

"Shan, Shanjun really appears!"

"That's great, my mother is saved!"

Chen Zijian was speechless and did not contact the little girl at all. He explained that it was actually her idea of ​​appearing. He just quietly stuck a grain of incense ash on her body and watched the little girl go down the mountain and leave.

Because above her head, Chen Zijian also saw a strange metal tight hoop.

Chen Zijian figured out such a trick in his dream. He couldn't try hard to expand his spiritual vision every time he wanted to look outside. He should also change his techniques, and exchanged for energy saving and low consumption by abandoning scope and clarity.

I followed my vision into the county town and found that I had not encountered any cultivators along the way. Even the people in the martial arts world who were looking for the iron a few days ago were not in the inn. The breaths everywhere were mottled and mixed, thin and harmless.

Looking closely, Chen Zijian discovered that the economic level of the county town is not very good, and there are not many buildings renovated, which is completely inferior to the villa village in his previous life. The mottled grass on the tiles and moss on the walls are like the windows of the old building that cry out rust in the old city. Maybe it can still be lived in the inside, but the decoration outside does not look great.

And for some reason, everyone in Chenfeng County has a strange metal tightening hoop on their heads, and the older the tightening hoop on their heads is clearer and thicker, and there is only not on the forehead of the swaggered child.

"Zhuxiang! Why are you covered in mud? Your father is anxious to look for you everywhere!"

"I'm fine, I've gone up the mountain to collect herbs!"

Chen Zijian's eyes were slightly condensed. He found that Chen Zhuxiang subconsciously hugged the medicine in her arms while lying, and the tight hoop on her head also contracted slightly. This strange scene was not noticed by the county people.

Chen Zhuxiang quickly passed through the stone brick mud crack street in the county and came to the door of a yard. Chen Zijian also observed it all the way.

Are there any such people in the Chen family, the ancestor of the Chen family?

This is a retrogression to the past when evil fate was born, giving him the opportunity to kill the Chen family ancestor who was young?

Or is it a dream that will change for thousands of years? Anyway, if there is no cause and effect, you don’t have to take your anger and implicate it.

Chen Zijian looked around, and he didn't think these people were related to the bloodline of the Chen family in his previous life, at most they had the same surname.

Moreover, the strength of the mortals here is not strong. Not only did Chen Zijian not find the gods in the Land Temple, but he even found that the City God Temple was also an empty cover without any ghosts and gods on duty. It seems that the phenomenon of thin spiritual energy has lasted for too long.

But the weirdest thing is the people in Chenfeng County, all of them wore tight hoops on their heads.

From the old woman with white hair to the children with the butts, there are all kinds of jobs, no matter how high or low a job. Only the baby who is breastfeeding between his arms has no tight collar on his forehead.

Chen Zijian didn't stay too far from his perspective. After a simple scan, Chen Zhuxiang's anchor was hanging on to continue moving.

Chen Zijian was also strange: he thought that this little girl's family was a poor family who was too poor to lose money, and a miserable person who had cut off the means of production and could not sell her home.

Now I came to see that although the Chen family courtyard was dilapidated, compared with the households on the street who grind tofu, sold sesame cakes, and cut sauce, it was obviously a family-like house.

Even though Chen Zijian didn't know this dynasty enough, he subconsciously felt that the owner of this house must have some civil and military careers, and merchants, otherwise there would be enough resources to maintain the hearts of the entire family?

"It's not a bad person who pretends to be poor and cheats on insurance, then I'm a little uncomfortable..."

Chen Zijian saw Chen Zhuxiang sneaking into the door. There were no servants in the courtyard, so he slipped into the door.

Just as she was about to go to the kitchen to boil water and decoct medicine, she stretched out a hand from behind the broken door and grabbed Chen Zhuxiang. She was so scared that she couldn't even scream that she was covered by the hand behind the door.

"Dad? What are you doing?" He was startled by the sneaky father, but Chen Zhuxiang showed agility that was different from his peers, without struggling or crying.

Chen Manxiong: "Zhuxiang, my father searched in the county for a long time but couldn't find you. Where did you go?!"

Chen Zhuxiang: "I, I went to the mountain to ask for medicine for my mother..."

Chen Manxiong's face turned pale: "Didn't you tell me not to go to Mr. Yao to get medicine? There have been so many people in Chenfeng County in the past few days. If enemies get into it and look for meteorite, they will suddenly recognize you and Mr. Yao and you will kidnap you, what should you do if you call your parents?!"

Chen Zhuxiang lowered her head aggrievedly: "Dad..."

Chen Manxiong held the bamboo strip in his hand, but he couldn't help but change the bamboo skin and twitched it on his daughter's hand: "This kind of thing will not be an example."

Chen Zhuxiang raised her head with tears in her eyes: "But, my father said that there is no money at home. If she doesn't want to sell the land deed and doesn't have the money to get medicine in Baicaotang, what should Zhuxiang's mother do?"

Chen Manxiong sighed lowly, hugged his daughter into his waist, and gently rubbed her hair: "It's bad that my father has neglected you, but such a large group of people in the Chen family need money, and others also need life. Your father is now the patriarch. If you can't justify this bowl of water, it will cause gaps in the family and cause trouble again."

"First, I tried my best to support your two brothers in martial arts and study, and those tribe members were already very dissatisfied. In addition, your mother fell ill accidentally. If my father couldn't come up with a way to convince the public, he would always take the money from the clan's depot and think about his family every day, and soon the in-laws would become enemies. Our Chen family resigned from his official position and lived in seclusion here, which is no longer the same as before..."

Chen Zhuxiang was not stupid, and soon understood what her father meant, with a pale face: "Dad means that his father is using all the money for him? Isn't that the uncle who lost the land deed?"

Chen Manxiong was stunned and laughed in a low voice: "You kid, why are you so angry in the bandits? Is your father who is that kind of person?"

"Dad spent a lot of effort to convince his clan members to take out the treasury silver and do a business. As long as he can make money this time, he can feed other people in the clan. Some private expenses under the name of the clan leader will not care about it."

As he said that, Chen Manxiong was afraid that his daughter would not believe it, so he simply opened the secret door of the kitchen to show the big bags of rice stored inside.

No, these rice are not ordinary rice, but glutinous rice.

Chen Zhuxiang was also stunned: "Didn't my father say that other people are stocking up grain, but my family stocking up knives?"

Chen Manxiong put away his gentle face and his expression gradually became stern: "Your father is well-informed and recognizes the court sorcerer in the court. He has learned about this business opportunity through this relationship. He hoards glutinous rice and then sells it at a higher price. He has a stable profit without losing money."

Chen Zhuxiang turned her head innocently: "Is it a way to make five times and ten times? Fifty taels will be earned, and one thousand taels will be earned?"

Chen Manxiong was choked: "How dare our Chen family? The price increase is up to 50% to solve the urgent needs of the county villagers. In addition, the clan treasury really needs money to put the warehouse down, otherwise people will be in panic and no one will listen to your father's words."

"Well, can you tell your mother to rest assured? Otherwise, your mother and wife will cry and your father will not know how to comfort her. Zhuxiang has been smart and smart since childhood, so she has no choice but to listen to you."

"As for this pack of medicinal materials, Mr. Yao..."

Chen Manxiong closed the warehouse door and suddenly found that the medicinal materials brought back by Chen Zhuxiang were emitting a glow like a firefly.

"No, where did you come from this medicinal herb!"

Chen Zijian continued to pay attention. He found that Chen Manxiong might have seen some magical things, otherwise he would not have changed his face immediately after discovering the unusualness of the medicinal materials and asked various details in detail.

"The Shanjun Temple is revealed?!" Chen Manxiong was surprised, and his heart beat wildly.

"Did you see the old Taoist priest in gray robe? He heard him say some worship rules, what are the price and vows? Did you encounter someone calling your name on the way and asking you to go to the mountains and forests to find something?"

Chen Zhuxiang shook her head in confusion: "No, I just heard from others that Shanjun Temple is very effective, and the family has no money again, Zhuxiang went to the temple to worship..."

Chen Manxiong then breathed a sigh of relief: "Good daughter, next time you have this kind of thought, don't go alone. Ask the elders and elders of the upper clan to accompany you, do you know?"

Chen Zhuxiang: "But my dad has been very busy before..."

Chen Zijian saw it clearly. Chen Manxiong was obviously afraid that something would happen to his daughter. He was scared by the information he had. Then he suddenly felt cold sweat: "Well, with my father here, it's okay."

"If this medicinal material is really given by Shanjun, then this matter must not be made public. Zhuxiang, go take a shower and rest. Dad will check the medicinal material first and then decoct the medicine for your mother."

Chen Zhuxiang agreed without understanding, but was sent away in a blink of an eye, and Chen Manxiong stayed alone in the kitchen.

It was not until this time that Chen Zijian suddenly felt something:

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has indeed not recovered, but with the help of the trace of intelligence leaked by Chen Manxiong, he realized that a certain aura was reviving before the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and was gradually expanding and forming a certain trend.

"Huh? Isn't that just yin energy?" Why has the spiritual energy of heaven and earth recovered before it recovered, and the yin energy took the lead and recovered first?

"The Chen family suddenly hoarded glutinous rice, because the resuscitation of the Yin Qi will lead to zombies, and are preparing to make a fortune at that time?"

Chen Zijian didn't know whether this was a blessing or a disaster. There were also two empty temples in Chenfeng County, Tudi Temple and Chenghuang Temple, which diverted the incense. There must be not many people who were divided into Shanjun Temple.

Only when these people are dying and seeking medical treatment will they consider worshiping all the temples.

The head of the Chen family, who has the information on the recovery of the Yin Qi, not only did not praise the gods to absorb incense, but chose to block the news. In addition, his expression just now did not seem to have no understanding of the affairs of gods and ghosts, but looked very evasive.

"Dark Count..." Chen Manxiong murmured in a silence, as if he was trapped in some kind of obscene memories, what was going to say.

Chen Zijian suddenly saw the tight hoop on Chen Manxiong's head shrinking, and he turned his mind and clenched himself: "Chen Manxiong, please wake me up! The remnants of the previous dynasty are not something you, the little Chen family should be involved in. If you don't want to push everyone to die, you'd better bring everything into the coffin!"

Then, Chen Manxiong breathed a sigh of relief like a mentally ill: "Thank you for your blessing from your ancestors. I will not be stupid. When I boil the medicine for Xueqing, I will come to report to you."

After saying that, Chen Manxiong began to check the medicinal materials and confirmed that it was not a fake poison, so he started to decoct the medicine.

But from just now, Chen Zijian has not seen the so-called appearance of the ancestor of the Chen family, only the tight ring is causing trouble.

What is that tight hoop?

Chen Zijian only felt that this world was not simple. Seeing that Chen Zhuxiang was about to wash up, she wasted her efforts to keep the incense ash forcibly sticking to it. She simply removed her peeping and regained her spirit in the incense burner of Shanjun Temple.

I yawned and was about to go to bed.
Chapter completed!