Chapter 25 (2/2)
The light in the hall is OK. You can see it at a glance after you go in. The whole hall is magnificent. It is tens of feet long and wide, and nearly ten feet high. It looks very empty.
In the center of the main hall, there is a huge Dan stove more than two feet high. Below is a round belly with a diameter of nearly ten feet. The outside is carved with flying phoenix patterns. Three ghost faced animal feet are supported on the ground. Above is a gourd shaped cover engraved with dragon patterns. Yin and Yang coincide. The whole Dan furnace has smooth lines and looks gorgeous and thick.
I don't know how many pills can be made from such a large Dan furnace at a time. I'm afraid only immortal masters can use it? Songhe is also a Taoist. Seeing the huge red furnace in the middle, he understood that the hall should be the alchemy room of immortal masters.
On the left side of the hall, there are many shelves for visiting goods. It is estimated that they are used to place all kinds of medicinal materials and finished pills. However, most of the shelves are empty, and only one corner is sparsely placed with several pills bottles.
On the right side of the main hall, there seems to be a lot of garbage. Careful observation can find one or two woods that barely keep their shape. The other party here should be the wood and refined carbon used for making fire in alchemy. It may have been placed for too long, and most of them have been rotten, like garbage.
At this time, Hu Zhensong also saw that this is the immortal master's pill room. The pill refined by the immortal masters is not the immortal pill? At the thought of this, Hu Zhensong's breath suddenly hurried up. He couldn't care about anything else and walked quickly towards the pill shelf on the left.
Others seemed to think of this, and hurriedly followed Hu Zhensong. They also wanted to see what Xiandan looked like for the first time.
In front of the pill rack, Hu Zhensong picked up a jade bottle, carefully opened the lid and poured it into his palm, but only a pool of black mucus came out, smelling bad. Inhale a little in your nose, almost fainting.
How could this be a fairy pill? It's not too much to say that it's poison. It seems that it's been placed for too long. The pill has also been corrupted and turned into a pool of black water.
Huzhensong was not discouraged. He picked up another porcelain bottle from the shelf and poured it into his heart. As a result, only a trace of black ash was poured out. The others were not as good as the jade bottle just now. It can be seen that the effect of holding pills in the porcelain bottle is much worse than that in the jade bottle.
No usable pill was found in two bottles in a row, and Hu Zhensong's luck was gone. Sure enough, after he checked all the bottles, he really didn't find a usable pill except that he dyed his hands black.
Huzhensong became angry and kicked at the shelf. Old Taoist Songhe quickly stopped and said, ”don't destroy them. These bottles are ancient and can sell a lot of money. Immortal masters don't need them. We can use them.”
It's also said that immortal masters are not rare. They can take it back by themselves. The tiger sect has a large family and a large business, and there are many places to spend money. Apart from anything else, it's no problem to sell each of these jade bottles and porcelain bottles for twelve or eight taels of silver. These bottles also sell well. The manufacturing industry is relatively exquisite. If you are not willing to sell them, you can put them in the house and enjoy them.
Hu Zhensong took back his outstretched feet, took out the spirit plate, and swept the bottles one by one. Even the families that put the porcelain bottles didn't let go. He found that there was really nothing available. So he began to collect the bottles and divided them into two or three.