Chapter 44 The Untold Secret
"Second Grade Lingzhi?"
Hearing what the thin old man said, Lu Xuan couldn't help sitting up straight with a serious expression.
"That's right, the second-grade Qingmiaoling tea seedlings, the tea picked after maturity has the effect of purifying the mind and wisdom. To a certain extent, it can resist the invasion and pollution of many types of evil spirits. It is very popular among middle-level and high-level monks who practice Qi."
"I have six seedlings in my hand, three of which have to be handed over to other spiritual planters in the hall, and the remaining three, if you want, you can give them to you at a low price."
"Of course I would."
Lu Xuan quickly agreed.
"Thank you, Mr. He, for leaving this opportunity to me."
He got up and thanked the thin old man.
"You fought for this yourself. If it weren't for your ability to grow high-quality spiritual plants stably, I wouldn't give them to you."
He Guanshi looked at Lu Xuan with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Is there a small problem to confirm before handing it over to you?"
"The concentration and area of spiritual energy you have can keep up with the area? Qingmiao Lingcha is more domineering, no other spiritual plants are allowed around, and the demand for spiritual energy is relatively high."
"no problem."
Lu Xuan replied firmly.
There is still a small and a half vacant space in the spirit field in the yard. It should not be a big problem to plant three second-grade spirit plants. The spirit energy is much richer and purer than the original spirit field, and there is a spirit spring to irrigate.
More importantly, I can grasp the state of Lingzhi at any time, and can fine-tune it according to its needs, and satisfy it to my heart's content.
All kinds of factors have accumulated, and it is no problem to plant three second-grade spiritual plants.
"It's fine if you don't have one, just wait here, and I'll come as soon as I go."
The inner courtyard of Baicao Hall.
In a spacious and bright room, three spiritual planters were sitting on wooden chairs, moving around from time to time, showing that they were not in a calm mood.
"Why is Guan He so stubborn? The three Qingmiaoling tea seedlings have been holding onto them all the time."
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, calm down, there are not many people in Baicaotang who are more suitable for growing Qingmiaoling tea than us."
"That is, I have cooperated with Baicaotang for many years, and I have rich experience in cultivating spiritual plants. If you don't hand it over to us, who else can you hand it over to? Then He Guanshi is just for sale, and he wants to get some benefits."
The three comforted each other, took a sip of the cooled spiritual tea in the teacup, and forcibly calmed down.
Not long after, Manager He entered the house.
"Old He!"*3
The three of them stood up at the same time and greeted them warmly.
"The three fellow daoists are still going back. I told you a long time ago that there is already a suitable candidate for Qingmiao Lingcha. Why do you bother me?"
The three of them froze when they heard this.
After a long time, a dark-skinned middle-aged monk asked Manager He.
"I don't know which spiritual planter He intends to hand over the Qingmiao spiritual tea to? Could it be the old Shen from the West District? Although he is experienced, he is already old and weak. I am afraid it will be difficult to successfully grow the spiritual tea."
"No, it's a teenager, less than twenty years old, in the prime of life."
"Poof!"
A monk next to him couldn't help but spit out the unswallowed herbal tea.
"Mr. He, are you out of your mind? Give such an important second-grade Lingzhi to a boy who is less than twenty years old?"
"Isn't it true that there is no return, and three second-grade spiritual plant seedlings were lost in vain?"
The thin old man sneered when he heard this.
"You three have cooperated with Baicaotang for a long time, can you tell me how many years you have been planting the elixir?"
"Twenty years."
"It's been a mere twenty-five years."
The last monk said with a smile on his face.
"Then how much high-quality mature spirit grass can be obtained when planting the most demanded spirit grass in Baicaotang?"
"I roughly calculated before that about 30% of the planted spirit fireflies are of normal quality, about 50% are of good quality, and the rest are of high quality."
The results of the other two people seemed to be different from him.
"What about the perfect quality?"
Manager He asked leisurely.
"How can the perfect quality be so simple? The requirements for spiritual planters and Lingtian aura are too high. For casual spiritual planters, it is completely unattainable."
"Yeah?"
The thin old man twitched his lips.
"However, that young man has been in contact with planting spiritual plants for less than three years. Among the Lingyingcao that he brought over recently, there are less than forty Lingyingcao. The lowest is good quality, and there are even eight perfect quality."
"How can it be?!"
The dark middle-aged monk blurted out in a shocked tone.
"How is it impossible? I personally inspected all the fireflies. You mean that I have a problem with my eyesight?"
Manager He frowned slightly, his words sharp.
The dark middle-aged monk muttered his lips a few times, but in the end he did not refute.
What Guanshi He said was too incredible for him. He himself is a spiritual planter who has been planting for more than 20 years, and he knows how rare it is to grow perfect quality spiritual plants.
And that young man, out of more than 30 spirit firefly grasses, eight of them were of perfect quality, which made him unable to accept it for a while.
But He Guanshi's words are so convincing and full of confidence that he has to believe it.
The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw each other's doubts and helplessness.
"I don't know if Manager He can introduce the young Lingzhi teacher to us."
One of them lowered his head and asked.
"He is in Baicao Hall now, if you have any doubts, you can go and see for yourself."
Seeing the attitudes of the three of them, Guanshi He knew that most of them already believed them, so he had the idea of introducing Lu Xuan to the three of them, so that he could make more friends with fellow Lingzhi masters.
The three of them hurried to the hall when they heard this, and noticed the handsome young man at the edge of the wooden cabinet.
"May I ask you, are you fellow Taoist Lu Xuan?"
The dark middle-aged monk came to the side of the boy, bowed and asked.
"That's right, it's next."
Lu Xuan replied.
"Sure enough, it is a dragon and a phoenix among people, and it is reasonable to be able to grow a perfect quality Lingyingcao."
The middle-aged monk scanned the wooden cabinet and saw more than twenty excellent-looking Lingyingcao at a glance, and the last hesitation in his heart disappeared.
"It's just a fluke, I have to ask fellow Taoists how to grow spiritual plants."
Everyone carried the sedan chair, Lu Xuan replied politely.
The three of them looked at each other, a wry smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, don't make fun of us. You are a spiritual planter who has cultivated perfect quality. There is nothing else you need to ask us for."
One of them hesitated and asked in a low voice.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, may I ask, how did you grow the perfect quality Lingyingcao?"
"How to grow a perfect-quality spirit firefly?"
Lu Xuan showed a troubled expression, rubbing the thumb and index finger of his right hand lightly, which finally turned into a sigh.
"This is a secret that is not passed on, it is really inconvenient to tell others."
(end of this chapter)