"I really want one pound?"

At this moment, the guy was surprised and suspicious: "Brother, what are you going to do if you want so much cinnabar?"

It’s not that the guy plans to meddle in other people’s business and likes to inquire about the privacy of customers. The main thing is that cinnabar is not as good as other medicinal materials. If Qi Xiang said that if you want to buy ordinary medicinal materials, don’t say one pound, even one hundred pounds, he wouldn’t ask too much.

The problem is that cinnabar is toxic and, like arsenic, is a sensitive drug. The country also has strict regulations on the purchase and sale of such things.

If Qi Xiang planned to buy a few dollars, or one or two, the guy would go to pick up the goods quickly. But he said he wanted to buy a pound, which naturally made the guy embarrassed and couldn't help but ask clearly.

Qi Xiang sighed in his heart, and he knew that this was a bit troublesome. Otherwise, he would have to buy ten or eight kilograms. Unexpectedly, if he only bought one kilogram, he would have to interrogate it.

"I'm useful..." Qi Xiang made an excuse: "When the village celebrates the festival, we need some cinnabar to ward off evil spirits."

"Oh." The guy nodded, but he didn't doubt it. After all, some villages do have these traditional habits. During the Chinese New Year and the holidays, click a little cinnabar on the child's forehead, or draw some talismans on the mirror to ward off evil spirits and ghosts.

Such a custom is available in almost every place, and it is not unusual.

"One pound is a bit more." The guy hesitated: "If the amount is large, you have to report to the relevant department."

"It's troublesome like this." Qi Xiang frowned and said, "How about that half a catty?"

"Yes..." The guy nodded quickly and moved quickly, and immediately took the cinnabar.

Cinnabar is actually a mineral, a small red crystal. The cinnabar that the guy brought is also of good quality, with a dark red color, and a little crystal light flashing.

But when Qi Xiang saw it, she was a little dissatisfied: "It seems that this is not Chensha."

The reason why cinnabar is the nickname of Chensha is that it is produced in Chenzhou, Hunan Province. It has excellent quality and is the best in the world. The ancients liked to use Chenzhou's cinnabar as medicine, alchemy and as pigment. Over time, cinnabar has such an nickname.

But the cinnabar that the guy took out should not be of the level of cinnabar.

"Brother, cinnabar is cinnabar. As long as the quality is good, you don't care where it is produced." The guy patted his chest and said, "I dare say that the cinnabar in our store should be the best on the entire street. Even if you go to other stores, you can't buy better cinnabar than this."

Qi Xiang refused to comment and said pickyly: "The crystal grains are a little small, are there even bigger ones?"

"Uh?" The guy said in confusion: "Brother, cinnabar is like this, how big can it be?"

Qi Xiang shook her head slightly, knowing that the quality of modern ordinary medicine shops could not be measured according to the requirements of the ancient imperial palace tribute cinnabar. She immediately spoke: "Okay, you need this, half a pound!"

"Wait a minute, I'll weigh it!" The guy wanted to leave, but was stopped by Qi Xiang.

"There are also some medicinal materials..."

Qi Xiang took out a page of paper in her arms and signaled: "Everything is good, wrap it together!"

“Huh?”

The guy took a look and was immediately happy, a big customer.

"Brother, you sit down first and have a cup of tea."

After settling Qi Xiang, the guy immediately started working. It took nearly half an hour to weigh all kinds of things and put them in a big bag.

Qi Xiang went to check out the bill and swiped the card. Even if he was mentally prepared, it made him feel a little painful. At this moment, he clearly realized that Chen Biexue's words were very correct. Don't play any cultivation without money, just change your career as soon as possible.

No wonder in ancient times, those famous Taoist priests liked to practice under the emperors and the powerful. It was not because they were keen on fame and fortune, but mainly because they had the help of the emperors and the powerful, and it was very convenient to collect various materials.

The same was true for Shuiyue Sanren back then. When he was practicing in the palace, his strength improved by leaps and bounds. However, after leaving the palace and retiring to Taihu Lake, his cultivation slowed down and a bottleneck appeared.

If Shuiyue Sanren had been practicing in the palace back then, he might have the chance to break through the bottleneck and transcend the world.

Of course, this is just an assumption. After all, judging from the situation back then, there were only a handful of people who had truly reached that realm, and there were only a few.

And to be honest, among the emperors and powerful people of all dynasties, they may not always believe in cultivating truth and seeking the Tao.

After all, cultivating truth and seeking Taoism is a very selfish behavior. Even the great Taoist priests with real abilities use the power of imperial power to make their own use. They always focus on fooling around the emperors and the powerful.

Maybe he was cheated a lot, and some emperors and powerful men naturally learned lessons. They questioned these "experts" and ignored them at all.

The real history is that there are few masters with real skills, and there are not many suckers who devote themselves to supporting masters. Naturally, the geniuses of all dynasties have caused countless cases of cheating, but their heads being exposed and chopped.

There are many fake examples, which naturally cover up the truth of the facts. Especially in modern times, any rumors related to immortals and Buddhas have become feudal superstitions.

Actually, this is good... it's also good!

Qi Xiang didn't understand such a situation before. However, after obtaining the inheritance of Shuiyue Sanren, he was surprised to know that this situation was the result of deliberately indulgence and even promotion by the cultivation world.

After all, after the great changes in the pattern of the world, the resources for cultivation are becoming increasingly endangered and extinct.

Practice itself is not easy, and resources are getting fewer and fewer. It’s like a cake. If you take a bite, I will soon disappear. The number of cakes is limited. If possible, who doesn’t want to eat them by themselves?

In this case, who is willing to sacrifice himself and give others the few rations?

If you have food rations, it’s too late to cover them up. How can you make a big splash? The smartest way is to hide it and tell others that you don’t have food rations, so you don’t have to worry about it.

Therefore, ancient practitioners did not need to connect them at all, but they had a tacit understanding of creating various true and false phenomena, making emperors, generals, ordinary people believe and doubt.

Only when you believe it will support them. Only when you doubt it will they gain enough benefits, eat it all, and get out safely. If you can make an annoying thing or something before leaving, and make the emperor and the powerful feel like a liar, this will be even more perfect.

If a practitioner is a liar, then it is definitely fake to practice and become an immortal, so there is no need to worry about it.

Not only are ancient practitioners so cunning, but modern practices are probably also cunning and selfish...

This is true for Chen Biexue, and the same is true for Young Master Hai and Tian Shi.

Chen Biexue refused to be his guide. Young Master Hai and Tian Shi stammered, not wanting him to participate in the matter they planned, just because he was afraid that one more person would snatch resources.

Qi Xiang was complaining in his heart that it might be a bit biased, but it might be a fact. No matter what, he bought the things he needed, even if the quality is relatively low, he planned to make it.

After buying all the things, Qi Xiang returned to the manor directly. After that, he began to be busy and prepared cinnabar.

The cinnabar bought cannot be used directly, or such cinnabar does not meet his requirements.

Qi Xiang felt lucky that the current transportation is developed and the materials are abundant, especially the distribution center of Chinese medicinal materials. Even the rare and precious medicinal materials are reserved and can be purchased at one time.

Unlike during the Northern Song Dynasty, some precious medicinal materials were not in stock in large cities like Suzhou. Shuiyue Sanren also needed to pick them in the deep mountains and forests by themselves, which was very time-consuming and laborious.

In this regard, modern society can also be regarded as a paradise for practice.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages. The industry is too developed and the pollution is very serious, which leads to a harsh environment, making the medicinal properties of the herbs much worse than before, and affects the progress of practice.

Anyway, when Qi Xiang deals with the medicinal materials he bought, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion compared with the inheritance of Shuiyue Sanren. These medicinal materials currently do lack some spirituality compared to those of the Northern Song Dynasty a thousand years ago.

"Let's get along."

Qi Xiang had no choice but to chop the medicinal materials into powder as they were helpless.

After more than an hour, portions of the medicinal herbs turned into piles of powder.

Not only the powder of the medicinal materials, Qi Xiang also took out a few complete Taihu Xuanzhu and a small piece of Eight Treasure Merit Powder. He directly mashed these two precious treasures into powder, then mixed them with different amounts of medicinal powder, and then stir evenly.

During the stirring process, add cinnabar continuously.

Not long after, Qi Xiang prepared the cinnabar and then put it into the jar obtained in the cave room at the bottom of Taihu Lake. Then injected half a bottle of liquor. When the liquor penetrated the cinnabar, it would be sealed directly.

The jar was sealed for seven days in a cool and dull environment.

Qi Xiang calculated the time and immediately took the jar and opened it carefully after seven days.

In an instant, a faint red mist immediately floated out of the can, like a red cloud, swaying gently in the air, and it took a moment to completely dissipate.

"It's done..."

Qi Xiang was also a little surprised and couldn't wait to look down. She saw that the cinnabar mixture in the jar had turned into a bright red mud oil at this moment.

“The quality is pretty good.”

After looking at it for a while, Qi Xiang nodded gently, then picked up a small spoon, then scooped a little mud oil in the jar and placed it in a small plate. He added a few drops of water to the small plate, and then grind it evenly.

Qi Xiang used softness to grind it slowly. In a blink of an eye, the mud oil gradually dissolved and became a thick and dense pigment juice similar to paste.

At the same time, Qi Xiang put down the small spoon and immediately lifted up a new brush, which penetrated into the small plate with a soft tip. The white tip immediately turned bright red, making it look particularly plump and moist.

The red pigment juice is like ink. After Qi Xiang dipped it in the pen, she carefully outlined it on a yellow paper strip on the table. Between the tip of the pen, there are gradually appearing straight or curved red lines...

There is no doubt that Qi Xiang is drawing talismans.

Because Shuiyue Sanren, he is a cultivator who uses talismans to enter the Tao.
Chapter completed!