Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 338 Breatharians live like gods and live long lives
Silver scales surged on the Black Water River, and the ochre-red military flags fluttered weakly in the soft wind.

Qiugongdi Campground.

The flood stopped and the craftsmen were no longer as busy as they had been in the past few days. Instead, they exuded a harmonious sense of relaxation under the sunshine.

The sound of horse hooves came.

The shirtless martial artist put down the stone and looked towards the north.

The silhouette of the horse was reflected on the ground, black and white alternating, and for a moment it was difficult to tell whether the one running was a white horse or a black horse.

Water splashed on the iron hooves and the horse leaped into the fence. Jian Zhongyi, who was dressed in green official uniform, stopped the horse, turned over and landed on the ground, handing the reins to the groom to lead the horse into the circle.

"Lord Jane!"

"Master Jane is well."

"Master Jian has worked hard."

On the way, the officials greeted him respectfully.

When Jian Zhongyi entered the tent, everyone gathered in groups of three or two tacitly.

"Lord Jian is truly a man of great generosity. Not only did he donate eight thousand taels of silver, he also went out before dawn every day to help settle the people and provide disaster relief and porridge, and he only returned after dark. He is truly a role model for our generation."

The cook was puzzled: "Isn't County Magistrate Jian the magistrate of Pingyang County? Why did he come to our Huazhu County to suffer?"

"What do you know? It's only a matter of time before Pingyang County becomes Pingyang Prefecture. Will Huaiyin Prefecture ignore the flood in Huazhu County? It's the same reason!"

"In my opinion, Lord Jian is selfless and righteous. How could he remain indifferent to the people in distress in the face of the flood?"

The groom came back from the stable and saw everyone discussing. He interrupted and said, "Hey, have you noticed that Master Jian would respond to greetings before, but today Master Jian frowned and looked very worried. Is he in a bad mood?"

"Have it?"

"Don't mention it. It's true. It's not even dark today, and Master Jian has returned early..."

"You must have encountered some difficulties. I hope Master Jian can get through it smoothly."

Inside the account.

The sunlight penetrates through the oilcloth, casting a hazy yellow light.

After Jian Zhongyi sat down at the desk, he loosened his collar and took out a transparent jade bowl inlaid with gold from his arms.

Inside the bowl, a ball of black mist was tangled and entangled, exuding a pure and clear evil.

However, no matter how Jian Zhongyi activated the Dharma Bowl, the black gas turned into mist, without any sign of solidifying into wisps.

"There is quality but no quantity... How can this be so?"

According to the plan, this trip to Huazhu County would at least be able to gather one or even two wisps of "evil spirits".

Unexpectedly, now that the flood has receded and the research has been carried out everywhere, the progress has barely reached three-quarters, and it is difficult to complete even a single strand.

Jian Zhongyi’s brows were twisted into the shape of a “几” character.

Those who eat meat are brave and fierce, those who eat grains are wise and clever, and those who eat air are divine and long-lived.

The Jian family has three masters, and Jian Zhongyi knows very well how to become a master.

If you want to become a master, apart from the hard work of opening up the mysterious light and refining hundreds of classics, the most difficult and most crucial step is to "eat air"!
Only with the support of the long-lasting energy of heaven and earth can one imprint the unique skills, develop the supernatural powers of a master, and take a solid step towards a lifespan of three hundred years.

However, there are five difficulties in eating air.

First, it is hard to find.

There is Qi in all things in the universe, in mountains, rivers and lakes, but the Qi within is weak, shallow, and without a trace. It is impossible to extract and refine it. It can only be found by special opportunities, nodes and time.

Second, it is difficult to harvest.

Qi is so ethereal that it is difficult for ordinary people to capture it, and it is even impossible to see or touch it. It can only be collected and stored in specific containers.

Third, it is difficult to eat.

Obtaining Qi does not mean that a martial artist can absorb and swallow it. For different types of Qi, different "mediums" are often needed to guide them, otherwise the flesh cannot touch them.

How can you “eat air” if you can’t touch it?
Fourth, it is difficult to transform.

Qi and people have similarities. Evil qi is difficult to combine with righteous qi, and righteous qi is difficult to combine with evil qi. If the similarities are incompatible, the consequences are unpredictable.

Five is difficult to resolve.

Qi has different qualities. The higher the quality, the more powerful the magical power a master can create. If one practices magical power with inferior Qi and enters the realm of a master, the ups and downs in the future are almost foreseeable.

The five difficulties of eating air have stumped countless heroes in the world, causing them to collapse on the road at the age of over a hundred.

The Xuanhuang Qi in the court is known as the most moderate and peaceful energy in the world, with almost no compatibility issues. It also has a complete set of adoption procedures and is often used to reward meritorious officials.

Therefore, most of the masters came from the imperial court.

Unfortunately, Xuanhuang Qi is only a medium-level Qi.

Jian Zhongyi knows that his talent is limited, but compared with ordinary people, he is extremely talented, and is the unique talent of the Jian family.

But compared with the Martial Saint, the gap is like a chasm.

Unable to absorb superior energy and enter the master level with a high starting point, Jian Zhongyi's future path is completely foreseeable, just like the three ancestors of the clan.

The weirdness, evil and strangeness hidden in the Great Snow Mountain opened up an alternative path to heaven for Jian Zhongyi.

It’s just that the evil monk overestimated himself.

Use never means trust.

Any iron, folded ten thousand times, is no less effective than good gold.

The skull of a great martial artist has been tempered through thousands of hammerings and is not necessarily inferior to that of a natural martial artist. Not to mention that he has been immersed in Buddhism for so long that he has profound qualities that are not inferior to those of heretics.

It’s unlikely to be a French bowl issue.

Could it be that I arrived too late? Or that the governance was too effective?

Jian Zhongyi stared at the "evil spirit" in the bowl and pondered.

Liang Qu is carefully exploring the "spring back to life" in Ze Ding, trying to learn more information through Ze Ding.

The glimmer dissipated.

Information continued to pour into Liang Qu's mind, and his eyes became brighter.

The life extension period is sixty years, regardless of one’s realm, no matter whether one is a Martial Saint or a Grandmaster, it is all sixty years.

This is the blessing and longevity bestowed by God.

Resurrection from the dead is also true, but it is not completely unconditional.

First of all, the time of death. If it exceeds twelve hours, resurrection depends on the physical vitality and will to live of the resurrected person.

If a person has been dead for too long and has no vitality at all, or has no desire to live, no one can help him or her even if spring comes back to life.

The second is the state of death. You cannot let people grind you into powder that cannot stick together. It is useless.

Awesome!
Liang Qu threw all the attention away to what he thought of as sublimation and favor.

Such good things should of course be kept as the trump card, not used to enhance favor.

However, whether it is used directly or for sublimation, the Ten Thousand Water Essence is essential.

The expenses are really increasing.

"The effect of the dead tree coming back to life is so powerful, what about the red energy?"

Liang Qu tried to understand more uses of the red energy, but after half a day, he only got one that could be used to sublimate favor.

It's all Qi. Compared with the value of a dead tree coming back to life, the value of red Qi seems like an insignificant consumable.

It doesn’t matter, be content!

Liang Qu straightened his back, looking energetic, and looked around at the beautiful mountains and rivers of Huazhu County with an extremely open mind.

Not a loss, not a loss at all!
After staying in Huazhu County for so long, all the money is paid back as soon as the dead tree comes back to life in spring!
On the dirt road in the countryside, a group of children were walking on dry branches, and a yellow dog was following behind them, holding two sticks in its mouth.

The young and strong men used yellow mud to build bungalows, and the old men held sickles and went up the mountain to cut grass to feed cattle and sheep.

Liang Qu believed that it was not only because of his ability to level the water and drive away the disease.

It’s just that there is no time to summarize and review right now.

I heard from the old man earlier that there seemed to be a sacrificial ceremony going on nearby that we could join in on.

(End of this chapter)