Great Dao Ji

The snow is howling and the wind is as cold as a knife.

In the middle of winter, everything is silent, the heaven and earth are desolate, and all vitality returns to the earth.

Tianlian Mountain, a branch of the Taiyi Mountains, is ordinary and unremarkable.

There is a Taoist temple on Tianlian Mountain. The Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time. The walls are mottled and the red paint on the door is peeling off. It is obvious at a glance that it is not a popular place.

From time to time, people from nearby will come and burn a few sticks of incense to seek peace of mind.

But that's all. These days, there is no real faith anymore.

Snap!

An Qisheng stood up and closed the window that was blown open by the wind.

The Taoist temple is in disrepair for a long time, and even if the windows are closed, wind still comes in through the gaps.

He couldn't help but tighten his thick down jacket.

He has a slender figure, but a very thin body, and his delicate face also has a touch of unhealthy whiteness.

"This Taoist temple needs to be repaired."

An Qisheng said to an old Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a white washed Taoist robe and a thick cotton coat underneath. There was a pot of red-hot charcoal in front of him.

The old Taoist priest, whose surname is Li and Taoist name is Qingyuan, is the master of this Taoist temple. He is sixty-seven years old this year. His medical skills are also well-known in Daxuan.

"There were no such heavy snowstorms in previous years."

The old Taoist priest's face was rosy, whether it was caused by the wind or the charcoal smoke.

But judging from the slightly moist eyes, it seemed to be the latter.

"Taoist Master Qingyuan taught me the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Pill Technique, and I will help you practice Taoism. That's what you should do."

An Qisheng picked up the tea cup and blew it gently. The mist covered his eyes:

"After all, I may not live much longer."

"The Hidden Dragon Sleeping Pill Technique is just a small trick to supplement martial arts practice. You don't have to be polite, little friend."

The old Taoist priest wiped the moisture from the smoke at the corners of his eyes, but felt a little regretful in his heart.

This kid is good at everything, but he doesn't live long.

"According to legend, in ancient times, there was a person whose life span was over 800 years old. But like ordinary people, I want to live to be twenty years old, but I can't."

An Qisheng took a sip of tea and felt bitterness in his heart:

"I have read through the Taoist canon, dabbled in Buddhist scriptures, practiced various Taoist practices, and learned a lot about Buddhist contemplation, but I still can't reverse the loss of my life.

Is there really no real way to practice cultivation in this world? "

An Qisheng couldn't help but feel a little confused. He had been different from ordinary people since he was a child. He could sometimes dream of another wonderful life on a planet that was similar to Xuanxing.

It was like a dream, and it seemed like it was my previous life.

It was precisely because of the influence of these memories that he was able to accumulate a modest family fortune at a young age.

However, just when he was about to show off his talents, he did not expect that he was terminally ill and there was no cure.

Only you know how it feels.

"Is there any real way to practice cultivation in this world?"

The old Taoist priest lowered his eyelids and sighed.

It is true that he is a Taoist priest, but a Taoist priest is not a god. Even the hospital cannot save him, let alone his little medical skills.

It's a pity that there is no real method of immortality in the world. If there was, then through the ages, many emperors and generals who have pursued immortality would not have to die on the bed.

"It made the Taoist priest laugh."

After sighing, An Qisheng also regained his composure. He had heard too many similar words in the past two years.

If he hadn't been in such a special situation, he wouldn't have believed that this existed in the world.

"Between life and death, I can't look at the old Taoist calmly. How can I dare to laugh at the layman?"

The old Taoist priest stirred the charcoal fire and said seriously.

"This way I won't bother Taoist Priest Qingyuan anymore."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, stood up and left.

"The wind and snow are quite heavy, and the layman's health is not as good as before, so he rests in the Taoist temple for a day. When the wind and snow stops, he can go down the mountain again."

The old Taoist priest stood up to persuade him to stay.

"I'm sorry, Chief Taoist."

An Qisheng did not refuse. Although he also practiced martial arts, martial arts can strengthen the body, but it cannot withstand the invasion of diseases.

His body is not as good as before.

Squeak...

The old Taoist priest opened the door, and the biting cold wind blew in.

The already low temperature dropped by three points.

An Qisheng tightened his clothes and followed the old Taoist priest out of the room.

There was a strong wind and snow in the sky, and flakes of goose feathers were scattered one after another. A thick layer of snow had accumulated inside the Taoist temple, and the tall pines and cypresses lowered their heads.

"Master, the guest room has been cleaned."

At this time, a little Taoist priest walked out of the door next to him.

"Kids have a rest."

The old Taoist priest nodded and said to An Qisheng.

"The Taoist Master is old and there is no need to entertain me."

An Qisheng smiled and walked into the guest room.

The guest room is not big, just a bed, a table and chairs, two pots of charcoal fire, a few ancient books on the table, and some sundries placed in the corner.

"My body is getting weaker and weaker. Ten years of martial arts training are almost gone."

An Qisheng sighed, took off his shoes, lay down on the bed and relaxed.

His right leg is underneath, with his knees bent and his crotch curled up like a bow. His left arm is stretched close to his thigh, which is exactly the posture of the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Alchemy Technique.

Hidden Dragon Sleeping Alchemy Skill, as the name suggests, is the skill of sleeping.

According to legend, this sleep technique is the only way to regulate the body and mind passed down by a Taoist master named Quanzhen.

An Qisheng has been practicing this sleeping technique for several years, and has already mastered the twenty-four movements.

As soon as he lay down, he naturally assumed this posture.

The Hidden Dragon Sleeping Alchemy Technique he learned is said to be true, and is somewhat different from what ordinary people learn.

In fact, this sleep technique can indeed reduce his pain.

“I’m really unwilling to accept it”

An Qisheng closed his eyes, feeling unspeakable in his heart.

A year ago, he was terminally ill and there was no cure. At first, he went to several major hospitals to seek medical treatment. He refused to give up until all the major hospitals issued critical illness notices.

It wasn't until his attending doctor tentatively negotiated with him about naming his disease that he completely gave up on seeking medical treatment.

In such a situation, an ordinary person might be waiting for death.

But he believed that there must be power beyond the ordinary in this world!

Because, he broke the mystery in the womb and got some memories that seemed like his previous life!

The planet called Earth is more developed than the Xuanxing where I am, and the two lives may overlap, but it is also a world covering finance, politics, humanities, writing, science, and a glorious five thousand years of history. It is by no means any Something that a person can imagine!

Parallel world?

Time travel?

Reincarnation?

Or something else?

An Qisheng didn't know, but he believed that even such a thing could happen. Why wouldn't it have extraordinary power?

He was absolutely unwilling to do anything as his body was declining day by day, and he eventually died of illness in the hospital bed!

This is also the reason why he has traveled all over the country in recent years. It is definitely not because he is in a hurry to seek medical treatment.

It's a pity that I have to take a year off from school.

In the past year, he visited countless Taoist temples and temples.

But still found nothing.

"It's been a year and I haven't gained anything. It's time to make arrangements for my funeral. I want my parents to have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives and not be miserable in their old age."

An Qisheng's eyes were half-closed, covering his tears.

The territory of Daxuan is vast, and one year is not enough for him to travel across it, but he does not have much time, and his increasingly weak body is not enough for him to continue.

He sighed softly in his heart and silently recited the formula of the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Pill:

"The dragon returns to the Yuanhai, and the yang lurks in the yin. People say it stings the dragon, but I sting the heart."

Soon he fell into half sleep.

Huhu~~~

An Qisheng's chest rose and fell, and his breathing rate changed erratically.

Hidden Dragon Sleeping Pill is a method to regulate breathing, nourish essence, and regulate body and mind during sleep.

After An Qisheng practiced, his sleep became shorter and shorter, but his energy became more and more energetic.

Unfortunately, this sleeping technique can only relieve his pain, but cannot cure his diseased body.

Gradually, An Qisheng's slightly pale face slowly became rosy, and the stinging pain from time to time seemed to disappear.

dark!

nothingness!

Inclusive of everything!

An Qisheng felt that his spirit was very relaxed, and the surrounding darkness surrounded him like water.

Buzz buzz~~~

Suddenly, An Qisheng seemed to hear something.

"Am I dreaming again?"

An Qisheng had such an idea in his mind.

boom!

It was like a bronze bell ringing in a temple, like thunder coming out of the mountain, exploding in An Qisheng's heart.

An Qisheng was so excited that he "opened his eyes" in his sleep!

Open your eyes in a dream!

This feeling is very strange. He obviously didn't wake up at all, let alone open his eyes, but An Qisheng clearly "saw" the wooden beams under the roof in the darkness!

And the old roof that seems to have a little bit of snow water seeping through it!

You can even see the spiders spinning silk and webs in the corners of the wooden beams!

"Um?!"

An Qisheng was startled and subconsciously wanted to get up, but he felt as if a mountain was falling on his body and he could not move at all.

dream?

Ghost on the bed?

Or something else?

An Qisheng turned his head to the sky and looked at the beams. Surprisingly, there was no panic in his heart, but a faint expectation.

Just when An Qisheng's heart calmed down, the place where his "eyes" were looking suddenly changed.

The first thing that changed was the edge of the beam, which was accompanied by dust and a few spider webs of small insects.

The spider lifted its jointed limbs and released the small insect that was pressed against the spider web and was struggling. The insect retreated and left the spider web, and the dust that fell on the spider web also slowly rose.

Then, a trace of spider silk was swallowed back by the backward spider like a countercurrent!

"What's going on?"

An Qisheng was shocked.

Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

The little bits of snow seeping from the old roof slowly disappeared

The night recedes slowly but surely, gradually turning into dusk, noon, and morning

The mottled walls gradually fade away

On the decayed wooden beams, the sawdust that once separated returned and gradually became as smooth as new.

The old guest rooms were given a new look, then disintegrated at an even faster speed, turning into skeletons and finally disappearing!

It seemed that just for a moment, what An Qisheng saw was a cloudless blue sky!

Time is flowing backward? !