I am immortal

Qi Wuhuo only wrote these four sentences, and then he took up the pen.

The old man stroked his beard and recited this couplet in a low voice, or it should be a four-line poem. He felt that the words were simple and fairylike, and he suddenly laughed to himself, but with some joy, he smiled and said: "You still can't say it too much." It’s full.”

"Wuhuo, did you write this?"

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said calmly: "I don't have such talent."

"This is a poem I saw in my dream, written by a layman named Qinglian. I haven't heard of his poems from anyone else. It should be possible to make a couplet."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled:

"good."

Immediately he said with regret: "It seems that I can't give you this elixir."

The old man swept the sleeves of his robe and put away the life-extending elixir placed on the table. He reached into his sleeve again and took out something. It was a scroll with simple material and all the words on it. The one with the same words as the mountain god talisman is like clouds, changing constantly, as if it shows the mysterious principles.

The words fluctuate up and down, as if they are about to fly out of the book and turn into birds, clouds, moonlight, and so on.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "In that case, I'll give this to you."

"This is the first of all methods. If ordinary people practice it, they can achieve the point where the three flowers gather at the top and the five qi rise towards the origin."

"The secret of heaven, the understanding of all things, and the knowledge of changes."

"Supernatural power, wonderful magic, freedom and mystery."

"If you practice it, you will be able to become a real person in this world within a hundred years. If you are willing to receive the talisman of the Emperor of Heaven, you can also become an immortal official. This is the end. Practice gradually. If you can practice hard and have another chance, you will be called an immortal in the future. As Star Lord Yuanjun, it is not impossible for you to have a dojo in the world to worship you. Until then, you can be considered free and at ease, how about traveling to Beihai and Mu Cangwu?"

Directly preach the Dharma.

Such classics, placed in several major sects in the world today, are already the top core inheritance.

If the previous elixirs were just for one person, then this sutra can already open up a thousand-year-old dharma lineage.

Now it was placed directly in front of Qi Wuhuo.

Qi Wuhuo naturally hoped to get this scripture, but he still asked:

"Are you satisfied, father-in-law?"

The old man stroked his beard for a long time and replied with a smile: "The immortal spirit is everywhere, and it is beyond the words that ordinary people can write."

"But after all, it is written as one person. From my point of view, the immortality is enough, but I always feel that some talented disciple wrote it. It is fine for my collection, but it is bad for my Taoist couplet. A little more."

The young man was puzzled.

The old man replied with a calm smile:

"The heaven and earth are so vast, no one dares to say it in all ages."

"Grant me immortality."

Qi Wuhuo opened his mouth and suddenly felt that this poem was inappropriate.

"And just the atmosphere is not enough. There are also some Taoist sects in the world who write various couplets on the mountain gates, such as this..."

The old man tapped his fingers casually.

A drop of water flew out of the tea cup, and then turned into a picture. In an instant, the storm changed, and the surroundings seemed to be on the top of the mountain. Qi Wuhuo was stunned, looking around, he saw towering mountains, and there was a ray of light in the sky. Just like a god, there are people who turn into escaping light, coming and going like lightning. The highest point of this cloud is actually a Taoist temple, simple and ordinary, with a couplet in front.

Qi Wuhuo's eyes widened and he looked around.

The usually calm face showed a bit of youthful eagerness to try.

The old man smiled and said, "Come and try it."

Even before Qi Wuhuo knew what this sentence meant, he noticed a mysterious feeling, as if he could control the image of this drop of water. So he subconsciously moved his soul, and the image was pulled in and crossed over. Layers of mysterious Taoist temples on the top of the mountain came to the simple Taoist temple.

One of them was meditating.

In front is a couplet.

The Tao runs through yin and yang, and the three realms are channeled to Ksitigarbha.

The clouds are rising across Taidai, and thousands of mountains are bowing to the Lord!

Magnificent.

And Qi Wuhuo's own soul control made this picture hover over the Taoist temple. Seeing flowers blooming and falling, blue clouds and waves, he was overjoyed for a moment. After all, his cultivation was not enough. When he came up to look at the couplet, he did not control it. good.

A trace of breath leaked out.

In an instant, this drop of water could no longer maintain its original harmonious posture and burst into pieces.

In the midst of the explosion, Qi Wuhuo seemed to see that the Taoist meditating in the Taoist temple seemed to be awakened and wanted to open his eyes.

However, Qi Wuhuo didn't see him open his eyes. He just saw the surrounding scenes shattering, and had a faint feeling of falling from the nine heavens. He saw everything leaving me and the clouds and glow collapsed, and his face turned slightly pale. Bai, the sleeves and robe were swept away, and even the white paper on the table on which the poems were written flew and fell, and actually fell into the sea of ​​clouds, blue waves, and the Taoist temple.

Qi Wuhuo almost thought he was about to fall, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the cuff of the old man next to him. However, he suddenly felt a chill between his brows, and suddenly woke up, but it was the drop of tea that fell, and that was it.

The old man laughed.

The young man's face turned red, and he let go of the old man's cuffs and said, "I'm just a little... afraid of heights."

After all, he would still show off his youthful energy in front of the old man. He raised his hands and wiped his forehead carelessly, then sat up straight, holding up his face, not squinting, but the pinnae of his ears were red.

"A little, a little."

The old man laughed loudly and pointed at him:

"awesome!"

"I have never seen any mountain god who is afraid of heights."

Qi Wuhuo moved his lips and didn't know what to say.

The old man lifted this section and did not continue to tease the young and mature child. Instead, he stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"You also saw the couplet just now. Many Taoist sects in the world have such a style."

"It's either worshiping Tianzun, or going to the sky. It's not that it's bad, it's just that I don't like it very much."

"It's like if you have thousands of gold and silver in your home, you should tell the world about it."

"If it is not this style, it is like [Taiyue opens up the Hongmeng, sees the purple sky rising, the golden palace glows flying, several pestles and clear bells often ringing] [the gentle wind blends with the righteousness, the enlightenment of the hegemony disappears, the fairy traces are vague, and the eternal path is right. "Always lingering in my heart" and the like are not chic enough."

"It needs to be pure and calm, and it needs to be unrestrained and fairy-like, but it shouldn't be too complicated and boring."

"Is it possible for Wu Huo to do it?"

"Especially if it's from my own perspective."

The old man made fun of him and made things difficult for him.

However, this volume of scripture was to be given to him seriously, as it would be enough to serve as a basis for his protection.

The young man thought for a while and suddenly said: "Okay."

The old man was surprised.

Qi Wuhuo briefly recalled the words, but they were still written in a dream.

In one volume of the story, one of the characters is also a Taoist, and his Taoist name is a couplet written by Zhen Yuanzi.

That was just what I saw in a dream. The words in the story are illusions rather than reality, so that's okay.

His magical powers are vast, but the old man in front of him is no less powerful.

Qi Wuhuo dipped his pen in ink and started writing.

The old man was surprised, stroking his beard and lowering his eyes, only to see the young man write the words and read:

"The Immortal Immortal Mansion."

"A Taoist family lives as long as heaven."

Overbearing? Not overbearing, just an ordinary person.

But the feeling of being calm and unhurried, slowly speaking, magnificent and immortal almost fills the paper.

Live forever and live as long as heaven.

It's just an ordinary person like me.

The writing is not as good as the previous one, but the charm is really that of a Taoist master.

Take your time.

Majestic.

The old man stroked his beard and recited several times, then suddenly laughed and said: "Good, the best!"

"I like it very much!"

"It seems that I can give you this volume of scriptures, hahaha."

The old man stretched out his hand and put away the scroll of Taoist scriptures. Then he stroked Wuhuo's head with his hand and said with great joy:

"Now, I [remember your name] too!"

"In three days, I will go see someone."

"That time."

"Wuhuo, you come with me."

"I won't give you pills, I won't give you Dharma. The gift I gave you is fate, how about it?!"