509 Hearts Blood (2/2)
Ning Que sat by the window and looked out at the fertile countryside in the southern Tang. He thought about what he had seen and heard at the farmer's house, and about how he probably would never see the farmer again and lamented. Then, he understood why the Academy and his Eldest Brother had always respected the laws of the Tang Empire so much.
”Everyone says that the West-Hill is a land bestowed upon us by heaven. But the Tang Empire is truly a gift from heaven. The lands in the south are fertile, the weather is mild and natural disasters are rare. Further down south are mountain ranges that are natural shields in battle... Of course, these are not important. What's important here is the Academy and the laws of the Tang Empire, as well as His Majesty and the officials who respect the laws. And that farmer, and even Li Zheng, who lead their lives seriously.”
He said, ”There are definitely corrupt officials and immoral people like me in the Tang Empire. But as long as most of the people here lead their lives seriously, this fertile land would always be watered by efforts and would continue to be fertile. This is something incredible.”
Sangsang asked, ”What are you talking about?”
Ning Que replied after a moment of contemplation. ”What I want to say is... I have suddenly developed an urge to do my all for this country. You know, I have always feared this kind of passionate feelings that seem to come out of nowhere. This kind of passion leads people to their deaths quickly. That is why I really admire those people who have built this country.”
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There was also a large meadow in the depths of the West-Hill and by the Zhishou Abbey. However, this meadow was different from the ones in the southern parts of the Tang Empire. There were no grape vines or colorful houses. There was just grass that was of a uniform height and a majestic Taoism Temple.
It was a pill refinery at the back of the Taoist temple that emitted the light scent of medicine in the past few days. The old medicine tripod had been left on the fire for days. Long Qing served the curious old Taoist priests in the caves every day and spent the rest of his time refining pills.
Long Qing's method of drug making came from the ”Sha” Handscroll of the Tomes of the Arcane and would naturally be problem-free. Even though he had been trying for days, Long Qing still had not succeeded in making any drugs even as the scent of medicine grew stronger as it emerged from the tripod.
The ”Sha” Handscroll recorded how one should cultivate and make pills. It was filled with everything one could imagine, but was only restricted to Haotian Taoism. The Earth Pill was not a sacred medicine of Haotian Taoism, but one from the Buddhism Sect.
Long Qing knew why the Earth Pill was rare and precious. It wasn't because the masters from the Buddhism Sect were devoid of worldly desires and did not wish to cultivate. It was because the ingredients necessary to make the Earth Pill were practically extinct. Furthermore, this pill that required plenty of effort to make required the blood from one's heart.
He had not taken the Earth Pill he had managed to refine out from the tripod because it was still waiting for heart's blood.
This miracle pill of the Buddhism sect required the use of heart's blood. It did not refer to the heart of pigs, dogs or wolves. It referred to the blood that came from a sadhu's heart. The sadhu had to be calm, his aura pure, and he had to be willing to make the sacrifice.
It was difficult to find the blood of such a heart. Furthermore, the Buddhism sect believed in benevolence and abstention from killing. Would they use the lives of their disciples to cultivate such a pill? Furthermore, a sadhu who was willing to be martyred would definitely be devoid of any worldly desires. He would not bloody his hands for a pill like this.
And that was why this pill was very amazing even though it could not be compared to the Heavenly Power Pill. It had never appeared in the Buddhism sect, not even the legendary Xuankong Temple. However, in the heydays of the Devil's Doctrine, two monks from the Yuelun Kingdom were captured to make two pots of the pill.
As time passed, the Devil's Doctrine withered. The two pots of Earth Pills had long been depleted. If Long Qing managed to make it, it would shake up the cultivation world.
However... where would he find a sadhu with a calm state of mind and a pure aura? Long Qing's current cultivation state was poor. How would he kill the monk and get the heart's blood even if he managed to find one?
In the dark room, the medicine tripod began to emit medicinal scent and steam, and a few wisps floated into Long Qing's face. His face was shrouded in the steam and one could see a trace of a smile coupled with other emotions in his dark pupils. He seemed to be mocking himself, but also seemed to be mocking the unfortunate souls of the world.
He reached out and plucked off the black peach blossom on his chest. Then, he removed his old Taoist robe and folded it neatly before placing it on the ground beside the futon.
His naked body was especially pale. It looked like a piece of dried jade. There was a fist-sized hole on his chest. The hole went through his entire body, and one could vaguely make out his crushed and petrified organ walls. It was mottled, disgusting and looked terrifying.
This was a hole made by Ning Que with his Primordial Thirteen Arrows on the snow cliff of the Wilderness.
No one knew how Long Qing had managed to survive such a grave injury.
One could vaguely make out white bones and writhing organs through the hole. One could see a red heart beating on the left.
Long Qing stopped in front of the medicine tripod and stabilized his hand with a strong will. Then, he held a small blade in his hand and plunged it into the hole in his chest. He nicked the surface of his heart with the blade.
A drop of blood flowed out slowly.
An unbearable pain grew in his heart and wormed into the depths of it.
Long Qing's face paled beyond compare as if he had lost all his blood.
He used all his strength to stop himself from howling in despair. However, his face twisted in pain, and he looked as terrifying as a ghost in the night.
After a moment, the drop of blood left the blade and fell into the steaming medicine tripod.
Within moments, the contents of the medicine tripod sloshed and rolled around angrily. The scent of medicine dissipated, leaving behind the thick scent of blood.