I am immortal

[Shuili Township under the jurisdiction of Fucheng].

Qi Wuhuo looked at the address left by the murdered girl at that time, and still used a cover-up method to go out. However, when he walked out of the door, he turned around and saw the gate of the city. Above the main gate of the city, there was a very majestic tower and the main hall. At the highest place, there are majestic bronze statues of mythical beasts lying on the left and right sides, which are meant to mock the wind and pepper.

The Miao Feng likes to look far away, while the Jiao Tu dislikes enemies entering their lair.

There are many statues on the city gate tower.

But Qi Wuhuo always felt that the Chaofeng statue on the gate of Zhongzhou City was a little strange.

It always felt like he was alive, and he seemed to have glanced at himself just now.

Then he immediately turned his head away.

Now his eyes are looking straight at the clouds over there.

‘Illusion? ’

The young Taoist was surprised, and then noticed that Chaofeng was staring at him.

He bowed slightly in the direction of the statue.

Then I saw that the mocking wind seemed to tremble a few times, and his eyes were obviously slanted. Although they were clearly stone sculptures, they seemed to have a stiff feeling.

"It is indeed a big city in Zhongzhou, different from the dream."

Qi Wuhuo thought and recorded this matter in his heart.

Immediately follow the direction recorded in the jade book given by Taigong Tao, and you don't have to worry about losing your way even if you rely on the earth's veins. Zhongzhou Fucheng is the most prosperous place in Zhongzhou, even in the empire. It is only inferior to the capital city. The people who can live in the city [fang Nei] only occupy a small part, and most of them are in the villages outside.

There are still divisions like villages, towns, townships and li.

Shuili Township is not too far from Fucheng.

It is a village based on a river near Fucheng. When Qi Wuhuo went there, it was still early and the river flow seemed to be slower in winter. The whole village was considered affluent and you could see people coming and going. The expressions on their faces It is a joy and joy. Many people have posted couplets and are ready for the New Year.

The young Taoist saw an old man sitting on a deck chair, lazily basking in the rare warm sunshine in winter.

So he stepped forward to inquire and used what the girl told him at that time as evidence. He only said that he was someone who knew the girl and was entrusted to come to the village. The old gentleman still held a book in his hand and raised his eyes. Looking at him, he said: "You are talking about Zheng Xiu's family. Her daughter has been missing for a long time, and there is still news that she has come back?"

"May I ask, old gentleman, where is her home now?"

"Her house? This, hey, things are complicated. Little Taoist, just come with me and I will lead you."

The old gentleman shook his head, put the book in his hand aside, and then motioned for Qi Wuhuo to follow him forward.

While chatting, Qi Wuhuo learned that this old gentleman once studied and passed the examination as a scholar, but he had been unhappy in his official career. He returned to his hometown when he was old, where he read and admired flowers every day, and also taught children how to read. Feeling at ease, he mentioned the missing child again and lamented for a long time, saying that he had taught her to read and write, but he never expected that he would suddenly disappear.

The old gentleman walked to a door, suddenly stopped, looked at Qi Wuhuo, and said, "Little Taoist priest, tell me."

"Has the child already..."

The old man wanted to speak but stopped.

Seeing the young Taoist's expression, he already guessed something and just sighed.

He patted the door and shouted: "Xiao Lian, Xiao Lian?" He called a few times, but no one answered, so he opened the door and motioned Qi Wuhuo to come in. The yard seemed to be an ordinary farmhouse, with land on one side. It should be reclaimed and some vegetables should be planted, but it is already deserted. Dust is everywhere in the courtyard, and weeds are growing in groups. It is obvious that the New Year is coming, but there seems to be no preparation.

The old man patted the door, and after a while someone's voice came out.

A person groped out from the door. The girl's mother was no more than forty years old. But now she looked haggard and shabby. Most of her black hair had turned white, and the rest of her hair had turned white. The black hair underneath is all withered, like withered grass after autumn——

The roots have been broken, there is no nourishment, and the vitality has dissipated like a flutter.

The old man sighed.

His expression was gloomy.

"I hugged her when she was little."

"When she was born, I was your age. I was still studying at a young age. Watching her grow up, I never thought she would become like this."

The old man spoke quietly to Qi Wuhuo.

The woman just said: "Ah, is it Brother Zhou?"

"You came to me. Did you find my girl? Or do you know the news about her?!"

The woman spoke expectantly, but her eyes were dull and she was looking in the wrong direction. Qi Wuzhuo did not ask, but just said: "I have news about her..."

"ah!"

When the woman heard the words, she became excited and stepped forward, but she bumped into the table next to her. Things fell down with a crash. She stumbled and fell to her knees, but she just stretched out her hands to hold Qi Wuhuo. The hand that was about to support her, her voice almost choked with sobs, said:

"Thank God, thank God!"

"Thank you Bodhisattva, thank you Buddha, thank you Jade Emperor, my daughter, daughter..."

she cried.

The old man was about to say that this is a Taoist priest. How can you say he is a Buddha or a Bodhisattva if you want to thank him?

The young Taoist knelt down half-kneeling, gently supporting his wrinkled palms with both hands, and replied with a gentle voice:

"Well, the Bodhisattva will bless her... and he will bless you too." The woman seemed to have suffered a huge shock, cried loudly, and then fell asleep. Qi Wuhuo opened the door, and even the tangy breath came out. Feeling like he was about to slowly decay, he helped the young mother back to the bed.

Then feel his pulse.

The old gentleman stood nearby.

Qi Wuzhuo raised his hand after a long time and said: "I have a stubborn illness in my body... and grief hurts my body, and my soul is greatly depleted; I also eat very little, and my body's vitality is greatly depleted... My vitality is severely damaged, and we need to Rest in peace and tranquility, otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t live long.”

"It's just her eyes."

Qi Wuhuo looked at the old man.

The old man said: "...she was not in good health to begin with, and then she endured it in order to support her eldest daughter. You know, many people in the village were reluctant to go to the doctor when they got sick. They endured the pain and endured it, and then they got sick. "My daughter finally grew up and asked us to help her find a good in-law, but later she pushed her away because she wanted to see a doctor, saying that if she went there, it would be too far away from home."

"Her husband's family didn't want her to go there either, and they even had a few big fights."

"Later, the girl disappeared."

"Her mother dragged her body to search, and searched, and searched for several months without finding it. She was so weak that she couldn't walk, so she had to cry. As she cried, her eyes became blind."

"But I don't dare to die yet."

"I'm afraid my daughter won't find me when she comes back one day."

"Just hold on tight, we'll bring her some food, she'll come and eat."

"That's how it is with people. No matter how hard it is and if you don't want to die, you will always have to endure it."

The old man spoke.

Qi Wuhuo was quiet for a long time. He stretched out his hand and pointed it out. In an instant, he touched the acupoints on the woman on the bed. In an instant, even the old man felt that her breath had become calmer, and the young man seemed to have a pale face. A little pale, the old man was surprised and said: "This is..."

Qi Wuhuo said: "The so-called acupuncture is just to strengthen the righteousness and drive away evil spirits."

"In this case, using my Qi as a needle to stimulate its own vitality is a more direct and simple method."

"I will help her regain her strength here and recuperate her body before leaving."

The old man watched the young man perform the acupuncture, but couldn't help but said: "Are you related to her?"

The Taoist replied: "It doesn't matter."

"Then why did you do it to this extent?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Promise."

"Also, the person who harmed her daughter is a Taoist priest, and he can be considered a Taoist disciple after all."

"That's how it should be..."

The old man was even more confused and asked:

"I am a Taoist disciple, what does it have to do with you?"

The young Taoist didn't answer, and in the end he just smiled gently:

"My cultivation level is low."

"It's just that if I can help, it's just a help. It doesn't matter."

There is a roll of white paper in his sleeves, with countless people's experiences written on it. He once lamented that a person's life and death are just a line of text and a little ink mark. Now that I come here, I know that that little word, a little scratch mark, has such weight. So big.

The young Taoist helped clean up the messy house, and the old man also helped.

It ended up being much cleaner and looking brand new.

The old man sighed: "It's rare to celebrate the New Year, so I brought some couplets on red paper, and I have to write a post about the Kitchen God."

He went to get the red paper, and Qi Wuhuo picked up a pen to write.

The young man wrote a couplet, and the old man couldn't help but applaud and praise, saying: "What a good word, what a good word!"

"I can write better than the old man. Come on, come on, you can also write this Stove Lord's post."

Qi Wuhuo picked up his pen.

The events and emotions Huang Liang Yimeng experienced were gradually forgotten, but the things he once mastered actually survived. The practitioner's control over the body allowed him to use the calligraphy of Master Wu Huo, so he started writing The next post is a text post of prayers and blessings, hoping that the Kitchen God can bless this poor man in the second year.

The old man admired the young man's writing, then shook his head and said with a smile: "I wrote it wrong, I wrote it wrong."

"Um?"

Qi Wuhuo looked down, but didn't see a single wrong word.

The old man pointed with his finger and said with a smile: "Look, it's been five years since Jingyun, why are you still writing about Jingyun's four years?"

"Jingyun five years? But..."

The young Taoist was stunned. He clearly remembered that he was leaving to celebrate Jingyun's fourth year.

At that time, I was chatting with Li Puyu’s uncle and he was talking about "Dengji Deyin" three years ago.

The old man didn't believe him when he saw him, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "Young man, don't think that I can't remember clearly when I get old."

"The "Dengji Deyin" was promulgated four years ago. Old man, I got the benefits and was able to return home. How could I not remember it clearly?"

four years ago? "Dengji Deyin"

Qi Wuhuo was stunned. Countless possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant. He clearly hadn't left for that long.

Putting aside the experience on that island, the time spent on the boat was only one day and one night. How could it last for a year?

His thoughts suddenly paused.

I thought of the sloppy fortune teller's sneer and half-smiling expression today.

‘Yesterday? ’

‘If it were yesterday, nothing happened, little Taoist priest. ’

A ridiculous idea appeared in the young Taoist's mind.

"I meditated on that river for a full year?!"

That's when he realized it.

It was as if the barrier between knowledge and vision had been broken.

The vitality in his body suddenly began to change.

Several turns, and then——

Skyrocketing!