I am immortal

When Cui Shaoqing saw the "confused" look on the young prince's face, he couldn't help but lift up the hem of his clothes, lightly kicked the young prince, laughed and scolded, and said: "You really don't remember, or you don't like your sister. He always mentions it." That friend in the dream made such a gesture? I know that the reason why you left the palace a little late is to ask the person in charge of the student's place of origin to find that person."

"For this reason, my sister almost encountered a murderous murderer."

The young prince sighed and said, "So, it's just a dream!"

"In my sister's nightmare, she always vaguely remembered that her good friend was a world-famous talent and an unparalleled celebrity. Every time I tried to persuade me to learn, she would mention him and say, As Master Qi does, so does Master Qi."

"It's so annoying to hear!"

"Besides, there is no student named that name in these thirteen places in Kyushu."

Cui Shaoqing said in surprise: "Did you really find it?"

"I really listen to your sister."

"It seems like she is really impressed by that friend."

The young prince exhaled and said seriously:

"Dreams always beautify memories."

The young master of the Cui family laughed loudly.

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When Qi Wuhuo and Mingxin went to the medicine shed, they saw the monk in gray who had told him about the Four Truths of Cause and Effect. The monk seemed to have not slept all night. At this time, he was still taking care of the patients here. When he was a young Taoist, he still smiled and nodded and said hello, and then the two of them started to take care of these sick people in a tacit understanding.

The previous epidemic has dissipated.

Now these patients look much better.

Qi Wuhuo used his own vitality as a needle to help them regulate their own vitality.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin was boiling medicine there with a small medicine stove. The bottom of the medicine stove had been completely blackened by the flames. When the little Taoist priest was boiling the medicine, he moved two or three bricks and piled them together. He sat up on his butt, supported his chin with his hands, stared at the flames jumping with his eyes wide open, and was stunned.

"The two Taoist priests are compassionate."

During my free time, the great monk came to talk to me.

The young Taoist raised his head and saw that he was wearing a gray monk's robe. He seemed to be a little too exhausted. He looked unchanged, but gave people a sad feeling. Qi Wuhuo said: "Master, my condolences."

The monk looked at the young Taoist in front of him and said in a gentle voice: "It doesn't matter."

For some reason, he always felt that the young man in front of him looked very similar to the man who was offering incense in the main hall before the rain today and calling the Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata the Medicine Master. He even couldn't help but ask, but there was always something wrong. He restrained himself and did not ask anything until the short chat was over, but he saw the young man getting busy again.

If you look carefully, you can see that the young man in front of you only has the level of three talents.

Although its foundation is strong, whether it is Yuan Shen, Yuan Qi or Yuan Jing, it is extremely strong and has a solid foundation, which is thicker than the ordinary innate energy, but it is absolutely impossible to have such a method. Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata is the Medicine Master...

It shouldn't, it shouldn't.

The gray-clothed monk's frowning eyebrows slowly eased.

Seeing that he was just an ordinary young man who was busy with his work, he looked at him who was simply wearing a monk's robe and giving acupuncture to someone. He lowered his eyes and concentrated on the patient. He put his fingers on the patient's wrist. From the monk's perspective, he could see that his palm was thick. Cocoon is used to doing menial jobs. When talking to people, her voice is gentle and her eyes are always quiet.

The monk looked away.

Suddenly there was a sneer: "It's rare, it's rare, how come your little calf nose is with your old bald man?"

"Why, are you thinking about someone else's calf-nosed talent?"

"Old thief Bald, you are dishonest!"

This tone is the only one in this city.

The monk raised his eyes and saw that the visitor was wearing a simple gray robe and was slovenly.

Smells of alcohol all over.

There were hickeys all over his neck, which made the monk's eyes twitch.

The fingers holding the beads in his hand were slightly forceful.

Let that string of simple prayer beads make a clicking sound.

At this moment, his steps were shaky, and he was holding a gourd in one hand. As he swayed forward, he raised his neck to drink wine, laughed mockingly, tilted his head slightly, the hairpin in his bun was inserted at an angle, and his collar was not straightened. , the monk frowned slightly, and then relaxed his eyebrows. Regardless of the fortune teller's words, he didn't intend to agree with him, but he still couldn't help scolding:

"Where did you come back from?!"

The fortune teller glanced at him sideways: "Hey, yo, what, are you in a hurry?"

"Aren't you jealous that I spent the night with a few girls yesterday?"

"fool around?"

"I am the transformation of yin and yang, the supreme way, just fooling around in your mouth?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the monks all jumped out of the cracks in the rocks, right? You are a bastard who has no father, no mother, no children!"

The gray-robed monk's face was expressionless, with veins on his forehead.

The person in front of him always used different tricks to provoke him.

So the fortune teller said happily:

"Why don't monks avoid the three fires of greed, anger and ignorance?"

He laughed a few times.

His face was filled with joy.

The monk in gray clothes closed his eyes and said slowly: "The poor monk has received your master's decree and wants to take you back."

"Aren't you worried about him punishing you?"

The fortune teller sneered: "Let him come."

The gray-clothed monk sighed and said, "But if you do this, he will be sad."

The fortune teller became a little weak and said:

"Whether he is hurt or not, what does it have to do with me?"

"I'm here today to deliver medicine to you."

I don’t know where he took it out. He raised his hand and threw out a lot of medicinal herbs and powders. They were all wrapped in oil paper, so the monk in gray clothes couldn’t catch him. The fortune teller said: "Here, the things are here." Come on, go and treat these people, don't say I'm just standing by, you know, I don't know how to heal."

"It's the calf nose, why are you here?"

Mingxin curled her lips.

The young Taoist was not annoyed and just replied: "Immortal life is precious."

The fortune teller touched his palm and praised: "Immortal noble life, immeasurable people, good, good."

"Your old Niubi taught me well!"

"But little Taoist priest, you are a Taoist priest, how come you are so close to this bald lady?"

"You have to be careful."

He swayed over, patted Qi Wuhuo's shoulder with his palm, raised his eyes, and said: "You have to be careful, some people think it doesn't matter to someone as talented and beautiful as you walking in this world, and some people think it doesn't matter. But people think you are wasting your natural resources. As the old saying goes, walking in a busy city with a thousand pieces of gold is the way to die."

The little Taoist priest said clearly, "You mean, Master Qi is that kid?"

The fortune teller glanced at him and said, "No."

He said succinctly and concisely: "He is the nugget of gold."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin was dumbfounded.

The fortune teller added: "Besides, this bald ladle is not a good person. Among the thirteen branches of Buddhism, there are many persistent people, but he is even different. Although his cultivation is sufficient, he always comes back after losing his strength. There are few people who are more dedicated to Buddhism than he is in order to understand all the thirteen channels of Buddhism."

"He has made two great ambitions."

"If you are willing, you will reach the state of Bodhisattva."

The monk in gray clothes drooped his eyelids and said:

"If you say anything again, the poor monk will call you by your real name and reveal your true identity."

The fortune teller sneered and said, "If you dare to reveal my true colors, then I will have to start with the story about you wetting the bed when you were six years old in your previous life."

"And in your last life, you were kidnapped by a female bandit and taken to the mountains to do the job of suppressing the village's sannyasin."

"Remember the time in my last life when I was picking peaches, it fell off and tore my crotch."

"Up, up, up... countless stories about how you were not even human before you came up, and your original [true face] at that time."

The monk in gray didn't care about the previous sentences.

But this last sentence made the veins on his forehead beat wildly.

oh? Oh oh oh oh! !

The little Taoist priest Mingxin squatted in front of the bricks, took out the preserved fruit given by his uncle from his arms, and nibbled on it.

The two eyes are round and bright.

It's a pity that the two people looked at each other and stopped talking in tacit agreement.

They seemed to be intimidated by what each other said.

The fortune teller sneered a few times, looked at Qi Wuhuo and said, "Tomorrow is the time for the [Mingzhen Taoist Alliance], do you remember my method?"

The young Taoist nodded, and then said: "Sir's method should be different from the ordinary method of entering the Taoist sect."

Yue Ji said that Tao Meng can enter every day.

The fortune teller laughed loudly and said: "It's different, but you can still enter the [Mingzhen Taoist Alliance]."

"It's okay to go in anyway."

"But how much can you get, can you know the news you want to know."

"It depends on your ability."

He smiled, patted Qi Wuhuo's shoulder, turned around and left, muttering and sighing: "Really, what kind of teacher, you can't let yourself go like this, you can't even stand it, sir..." Lao Niubi, sir, when I see you, I will give you a good treatment!"

"Huh? Wait... I have clearly decided to play in the world, why did I take the initiative to intervene in this matter and remind him?"

"That's out of character for me."

"I even provoked this monk. I feel like he will take action if I continue talking."

"The Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata is gone. It is possible that he would take action in anger."

"There's no way I couldn't have imagined this, but here I am."

The fortune teller rested his chin on one hand.

Bewildered.

His fingers were slightly lowered, as if he was trying to figure things out, as if he was planning to divine something.

Then he was a top-notch prophetic spirit in and outside the Three Realms, so he instinctively gave up on this matter.

"Forget it, it's not important."

He burped.

"Huh? What did I just say I was going to do?"

"Why are your legs suddenly weak?"

"Let me think about it? Say something to him in front of Lao Niubi?"

"Strange, why would I want to do such a boring thing?"

"It's boring, so I won't do it anymore."

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After the fortune teller left, the young Taoist looked at the monk who had returned to a peaceful state and asked naturally:

"Master has made great ambitions?"

The monk lowered his eyes and replied: "Yes."

Mingxin widened her eyes, looked at Qi Wuhuo, and then at the monk. Although he was a Taoist monk, he had some understanding of what the great wish represented. After all, only those high-ranking Bodhisattvas could still It is only the Buddhas who have great aspirations. He asked curiously: "Master, why don't you cultivate the fruit of Bodhisattva?"

"Moreover, what is your ambition?"

The gray-clothed monk waited until he finished asking and then replied gently:

"Because I have not practiced to achieve my great aspirations, I am just a monk."

"As for what the ambition is..."

He thought for a moment and said, "I'd better stop talking, poor monk."

"At least the poor monk believes that the ambition is to be told to oneself, to keep oneself alert, not to forget one's original intention, and to let oneself know what to do, rather than to tell others to listen."

“Real ambitions should be proposed in obscurity and then completed in obscurity.”

"From beginning to end, only I know."

"Otherwise, if you just talk but don't do it, wouldn't it just be like showing off? That's not the Dharma I want to practice."

Ming Xin was dumbfounded, sensing the terrifying suspicion hidden in this sentence. Among the patients, there were also Buddhist believers. Only the three of them knew what the fortune teller said before, but what the monk said was not concealed. , so the man couldn't help but said: "You monk, do you actually doubt the great wishes of many Buddhas?! Why, you are stronger than all Buddhas?!"

"What kind of monk are you?"

"Where was the certificate issued? Who is the ordained monk?! Where did he settle down to hang up the order?! Tell me, I'm going to find your host and tell him!"

The monk replied: "Nothing."

"My heart is devoted to Buddha, and I am a monk."

"Why do you need someone else's answer?"

An old woman persuaded him: "But how dare you slander the Buddha? That is a serious sin of the Buddhist family."

"Buddhas all made great wishes to make the world free of pain and to bring salvation to all people."

The monk in gray clothes clasped his hands together and said slowly:

"If the Buddha has great aspirations, they have their uses."

"How can there be so much killing and pain in the world?"

"If the pain in the world is not empty."

"Then all Buddhas are lying!"

There was a silent shock, and then the man who was being treated by the monk suddenly became furious. The bowl with half of the medicinal soup in his hand hit the monk directly. The hot medicine spilled on the monk's robe. Others followed suit, and in an instant, the monk was drenched. The drowned rat himself has great cultivation and can be a Bodhisattva, but he only puts his hands together and recites Tathagata.

His eyes were drooped, only sad.