BXBX NOVEL Chapter 125: golden bowl
"Please look, fellow Daoist Wang, these three are all middle-grade spirit weapons, and they are rare high-quality items in my Wanbao Building."
Wang Hong stretched out his hand and took out a round black shield. It was heavy in his hand, and he didn't know what material it was made of.
"This is a Nether Iron Shield. The whole body is made of Nether Iron. It uses three thousand catties of materials. It can be enlarged to a size of ten feet after being infused with mana."
Fatty Sima said as he took the shield from Wang Hong, poured mana into it, and then the round shield turned into a size of ten feet and floated in front of Fatty Sima.
Fortunately, the VIP room is big enough, otherwise the room would be burst.
The size of the magic weapon is fixed, and the spiritual weapon is usually not big when it is put away. Once it is filled with mana, it will change in size. In this regard, it is already a bit similar to a magic weapon.
And compared to the magic weapon, the spiritual weapon already has a little spirituality.
During the Qi training period, if you see the opponent's weapon attacking, you can still dodge it if you are more flexible.
But in the foundation building stage, once locked by the opponent's consciousness, the spirit weapon will chase the target and attack by itself, and it is difficult to dodge.
When it comes to the golden core stage, the magic weapon is more spiritual, and it is even more impossible to dodge, but can only resist.
After Fatty Sima put away the shield, Wang Hong took out the brass bowl in the middle.
"Fellow Daoist Sima, isn't this the alms bowl used by great monks for alms?"
Wangjia Village, where Wang Hong lived when he was a child, was already so poor that monks would often come to ask for alms.
He is still very familiar with this style of bowl, but the material is different.
On a whim, he picked a large wild vegetable leaf and gave it to an old monk. The old monk smiled and chanted the Buddha's name to him, caught it with an alms bowl and left.
As soon as the old monk left, he regretted it a bit, and he only exchanged a word of Amitabha for such a fresh leaf of wild vegetables.
When the wandering Taoist priests come, they will perform swallowing swords and spitting fire, crushing boulders on their chests and so on.
"What Wang Daoyou said is correct. This is a Buddhist treasure, called the golden light bowl, which can emit a golden light and cover the monks."
Fatty Sima took it and demonstrated it again.
"At the same time, this golden light bowl is also a flying spiritual weapon, its flying speed is similar to that of a normal flying sword, but its advantage is that it is a defensive spiritual weapon, and it is not afraid of sudden attacks during flight. Spiritual weapons are incomparable."
Actually, monks in the foundation-building period can control any spiritual weapon to fly, but some spiritual weapons are not used for flying at all, not to mention the slow speed, which may make the driver extremely uncomfortable.
Wang Hong was still very excited about this spiritual weapon, but he still didn't show it, and continued to look at the next spiritual weapon.
The last piece is a blue bead, named soft water bead, which can be used both offensively and defensively. After activated by mana, it will release a blue water curtain, and it can also release countless water arrows to attack the enemy.
"How many spirit stones do these three spiritual weapons need?"
"The ghost iron shield is priced at 300,000 spirit stones, the golden light bowl is 350,000 spirit stones, and the soft water beads are 380,000 spirit stones. Which one do you think is suitable?"
The middle-grade spirit weapon is much more expensive than the low-grade one, and the defensive spirit weapon is even more expensive, each of which can be compared to a foundation-building pill.
For a foundation-building cultivator, it would take countless years of hard work if he wanted to get his outfit in order.
Some new foundation-building monks are even using magic weapons to fight people because of their financial distress.
"Help me keep the golden light bowl, and I will pay you the spirit stone after the auction is over."
"No problem, I will keep it for you, and no one will sell it." Fatty Sima promised proudly.
"Is there anything else you need to buy? Do you want to choose together?"
Wang Hong thought for a while and asked, "Do you have any spiritual weapons suitable for melee combat? One of my juniors happens to be good at melee combat. I can bring one for him."
"Generally, only physical practitioners can fight in melee, and the number of physical practitioners is rare. There are very few artisans refining this type of spiritual weapon. Our Wanbaolou only has a few magic weapons suitable for melee combat, but there are no spiritual weapons."
Wang Hong was not too disappointed, after all, there are too few physical training, and there are relatively few such spirit weapons in the market, so it is not so easy to come across.
"However, if fellow daoists need it, we can still order it, but we need to bring our own refining materials."
"Thank you Sima Daoyou, if you find the right material, I will definitely come to your store to order it."
After Wang Hong returned to Kaiyang Peak, he sent a message talisman to each of the monks who wanted to buy the Foundation Establishment from him, informing them that the Foundation Establishment Pill would be auctioned in Wanbaolou one month later.
By auctioning off the foundation, he can also save a lot of trouble and avoid being pestered all day long. Although there are a lot of spirit stones, it is better than the foundation pill.
Wang Hong entered the space, and the dragon scale fruit he had planted before had grown five-inch-high seedlings.
The three black jade spirit lotuses also grew some, and one of the lotus flowers was about to wither, so he collected all these petals.
In addition, I went to pick some petals from other second-tier spiritual fruit trees, and picked some petals from Bilingtao.
A total of dozens of petals have been collected, the petals of Moyu Linglian are the most precious, and the rank of Biling peach blossom is unknown.
He put these petals together in a small jar for fermentation. According to the brewing method of Baihualing wine, it will take at least several decades to be officially brewed after the early fermentation and the later aging.
The green branch he planted before has no signs of sprouting, but the vitality is stronger than before.
Wang Hong searched many classics, but he couldn't figure out what kind of tree it was that grew so slowly.
Collect all the mature first-order spiritual grass in the space, collect a large pile, and replant new ones.
Cut off some over-dense branches from the second-tier spiritual fruit tree, collected a large pile, and brought out the space.
In the training room, he first arranged a formation on the ground according to the description in "Wood Fire Burning the Sky Art".
Then he piled those branches in the center of the formation, lit the branches with spiritual power, and after the branches were lit, he fired dozens of spells at the fire.
The flame grows rapidly, and when the flame grows to a certain extent, it stops growing and remains unchanged.
Seeing this, Wang Hong hastily cast more than a hundred spells towards the flame, his fingers moved so fast that only afterimages could be seen, he felt his fingers were about to cramp.
After more than a hundred spells were finished, the three-foot-diameter flame slowly floated into the air, and unexpectedly broke away from the spirit tree below.
At this time, Wang Hong shot out the formula to the flame, and at the same time tentatively stretched out his spiritual consciousness to the flame.
As soon as the consciousness came into contact with the flame, there was a burning sensation.
Wang Hong gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and penetrated his spiritual consciousness into it, merging this small wisp of spiritual consciousness with it.
With the penetration of his spells, the flame became smaller and smaller, but more condensed.
Two days later, the three-foot flame had shrunk to a thread as thin as an embroidery needle, only one inch long.
This small wisp of flame danced and danced in Wang Hong's hand, as agile as a living thing.
In fact, it was indeed controlled by a small ray of spiritual consciousness that Wang Hong had fused with before.