I am immortal

Qi Wuhuo said curiously:

"Meet all the senior brothers?"

The old man looked at him and shook his head:

"You, you, are you looking forward to it now? I always want you to meet me."

"But it's just nightfall now, so we can't waste this great time. In the past, my teacher and I once said that whether it's collecting essence or exhaling vitality, there is a time limit. If you exceed it, you will be harmed. But today you eat If you get some good things, there will be no restrictions.”

"See how long you can meditate."

Qi Wuhuo nodded, but still suppressed the curiosity and expectation in his heart, and then sat at the front of the boat, facing the night breeze, holding up his left hand with his right hand, touching it lightly with his thumb, holding his breath and concentrating, gathering his energy.

But after just breathing it out once, I felt a faint stream of light flying into my mouth.

Like the moonlight.

Mining and refining moonlight was not a problem in the first place.

But this place seems to be particularly rich.

Incredibly rich——

A mouthful of moonlight entered my belly.

The Qi from the food eaten in the body suddenly began to circulate violently.

When practitioners first start practicing, they need to exhale their vitality and refine the essence of life treasures all over their bodies in order to achieve perfection.

This step should have come slowly, as time passes, but Qi Wuzhuo had experienced a disaster when he was young, and his body was fundamentally damaged. It was like there was a crack in the water tank, and the vitality would always escape. But now it is extremely majestic. The vitality gathered together, and when breathing in and out, it rolled through the whole body like a vast ocean, and the pure energy in the body rose up to fill those gaps.

There is also moonlight to temper and refine the essence.

At this time, Qi Wuhuo felt that he was not as calm as ordinary practitioners, but that there were two intertwined breaths inside and outside, full of swelling and pain, while the cracks in his own foundation were being repaired, and there was soreness and numbness. Many feelings appeared at the same time, but To keep one's aura stable and smooth, it feels like falling off a cliff with only one hand holding on to the edge of the cliff.

I used one hand to support my whole body, but it was extremely sore and weak, and there was a sharp pain, as if I could not support myself and would fall from the cliff. I had a premonition that once this happened, the two qi would collide and naturally dissipate from my body.

Qi Wuhuo closed his eyes and breathed out slowly.

Although my body was in extreme pain and discomfort, I still maintained a steady flow of Qi and a peaceful breathing.

The old man stroked his beard and nodded, laughing to himself, already at the top of the boat.

"When the sun rises and the moon sets, the sun represents the heart, nature, and spirit; the moon represents the kidneys, life, and qi."

"Cultivation of both life and life is the right path."

The young Taoist does not know.

It’s just breathing and practicing.

This vast, vast and boundless river seems to have no boundaries. There are layers of starlight among the ripples, as if reflecting the stars in the sky. But when you look up, you can't see the stars. There is silence all around. Only this giant ship moved forward slowly, breaking through the layers of water waves and ripples.

The night wind blew slowly and there was no moon.

Looking down, wow, the moon is in the water.

A huge full moon is just under this huge ship, and the moonlight flows, as if it is holding up the ship.

On the boat, the young man exhaled peace.

The whole body seemed to be enveloped in a faint layer of moonlight.

Qi Wuhuo didn't know how long he had been vomiting, but he knew that the feeling was extremely painful and unbearable. He just told himself to hold on for a while longer, hold on for a while longer, and the time would slowly pass, and the tingling feeling would Finally it slowly dispersed, and the sore and itchy feeling disappeared.

It was as if the cracks in his body were slowly being filled and disappearing.

I don't know how much time passed, but the young man moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

What you can see before your eyes cannot see the light of day.

Only the purple clouds in the sky caught my eyes.

When he began to meditate and closed his eyes, the place where he was sitting was a huge ship that could accommodate thousands of people. But now the ship had disappeared, and the sky was filled with glow, like the sky on the water. The place where the young man sat cross-legged was just a small ship. It's just a branch, with layers of ripples, hands in hand seals in front, and the sleeves of the Taoist robe hanging down.

My mind was at peace, and I didn't think about it. I just felt that the scene at the moment made my heart inexplicably quiet.

The Taoist meditates in the purple clouds.

Oulu forgets the opportunity.

Forget myself again.

I don't know how much time passed until the light of the purple clouds gradually disappeared and the storm gradually rose. Suddenly, a laugh came from a distance. Qi Wuhuo saw the old man standing on the bank of the river, stroking his beard and saying with a smile:

"Is Wuhu awake?"

"Come here."

Qi Wuhuo originally didn't care about Yichen.

At this moment, there are ripples, but they are [things].

After this change, he could no longer maintain his elegant posture. He swayed and fell into the water with a squeaking sound.

The old man laughed loudly, as if it was rare to see his young and mature disciple look like this, and he was in a much happier mood.

He waved again and asked the young man to come to the shore. Qi Wuhuo got up coughing, his black hair was wet, and he raised his sleeves to wipe his forehead.

The old man stroked his beard, looked at him and smiled:

"Previously, you didn't have one thing in your mind and could blend in with all things, so you were able to maintain that mysterious state of mind."

"After that, your thoughts will rise and fall, and you will naturally fall into the water, haha."

Qi Wuhuo seemed to show a rare hint of dissatisfaction and said, "It's just that my cultivation is still a little behind now."

"It would be okay if my cultivation level could be higher."

The old man smiled and said, "I'll just wait and see."

When Qi Wuhuo turned around to look, he saw that there was still the same branch in the water. It was all wet. It was picked up and dropped by the water on the undulating waves. It was slapped on the shore and stained with fine sand and gravel. It looked more... Recalling the prosperity of yesterday, it seemed a bit lonely and pitiful. The young Taoist thought for a while and picked up this branch.

The old man said: "Why, are you still reluctant to let go?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "I just suddenly felt that it was a pity to leave it here."

The old man laughed dumbly.

Watching the child wash the branch with clean water, and then wipe it clean, there is nowhere else to put it. Although the sword box can store things, there is a piano, a sword, and several things in it. After rolling the book, there didn't seem to be much space, and I was worried that I might accidentally break the book, so I thought about it.

It is just worn around the waist and inserted diagonally into the silk ribbon.

Seeing the young Taoist's appearance, the old man shook his head and smiled.

Qi Wuhuo said: "Teacher, which senior brother should we go to?"

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Go to the first place first and follow me."

He walked forward, Qi Wuhuo followed behind with the sword box on his back, and asked curiously:

"What kind of person is this senior brother, teacher."

The young man heard the old man laughing and saying:

"Him? Let me think about it."

"It is located in the capital of the capital, and its name is Zun Tianshi."

"The emperor respected him, all the officials bowed their heads, and he built a celestial platform to observe all things and all the laws and remember the stars."

With the old man's low voice, the surrounding scenes lingered, and the rough scenery gradually dissipated, replaced by the bustling streets of the capital. I could hear the sounds of vendors along the road, and the sounds of people coming and going. Some snow fell in the capital, and the red Walls with glazed tiles, red doors and high doors, suddenly the world of mortals is also pure. The old man leads the young man to walk forward. There is a sound of snow under his feet, and he introduces in a calm tone:

"Open the Dao Pavilion and line it up with the Tongwen Pavilion, and all the pure water in the world will flow under the door."

"Every thirty days, I hold a forum to lecture on the Dharma, discuss mysteries and Taoism, and say that I can know the misfortunes and blessings of eternity, and the events of thousands of miles away."

"The name is Master Xuanzhen and he has tens of thousands of disciples."

"He is called a Patriarch and a true Taoist, but he behaves simply, doesn't like women, and doesn't like luxury. He only devotes himself to cultivating Taoism."

The old man took out the money and bought a roasted sweet potato for the boy. The young Taoist priest in a blue shirt held it in his hands, ate it, and exhaled hot breath.

The old man led him forward and slowly introduced this senior brother.

When he paused, Qi Wuhuo held the hot roasted sweet potato in his hands. He looked up and saw a large and simple building. He could faintly hear the sound of various magical instruments playing music. Each one was a little bit different. The cultivators entered here respectfully, and the cars of dignitaries outside continued to spread out, almost filling up the entire Zhuque Street.

In addition to the dignitaries, there are also ordinary people wearing commoners and hemp shoes coming and going.

There are scholars who talk and laugh, and there are white people who interact with each other.

Looking up, you can see the pines and cypresses growing so high that even the high walls of the building can't cover the hanging canopy, and you can faintly hear the voices talking about Taoism.

What it talks about is the Taoism of Xiantian Yiqi.

Mysterious and profound, it has become a system, and its understanding is much higher than that of Qi Wuhuo.

The old man stroked his beard and said: "He is the first person you want to meet. I met him three hundred and seventy years ago. He was able to study hard even in a ruined temple on a rainy night. He is a well-trained and talented person. He can talk about major events in the world, he can also talk about mysteries and Taoism, he can talk about the need to benefit the world, and he can talk about five hundred years of planning in one game of chess, and now it has been achieved."

"I once gave him the Taoist name [Yuyang], Wu Huo, and you are the one to meet him today."

"It's also you [seeing] yourself."

Qi Wuhuo finished the roasted sweet potato in three mouthfuls. It was steaming hot. There was still some joy in his eyes about meeting his fellow seniors, and he said:

"Then what am I going to say?"

The old man replied: "Ask him if he is willing to travel with me to practice."

The old man's voice was as gentle and calm as ever:

"If not today, he will come out with you."

"Otherwise, just take it back by its name."

Qi Wuhuo paused, feeling the weight of these words, as well as the light coldness, not the tone of words or other coldness, because the old man was still gentle, and the coldness was the kind of coldness that a young man of this age still has. There is a greater existence that cannot be described or described.

It was just that I suddenly realized that today's journey and the last parting lesson seemed different from what I thought.

Qi Wuzhu glanced at the teacher subconsciously, but this time Qi Wuzhu couldn't see the old man's eyes clearly.

In countless subsequent memories, these eyes showed neither joy nor sadness, but great tolerance and peace.

I just feel that the road is vast and vast, plain and far away.

The old man stroked his hair with his palms and said gently:

"Go ahead."