I am immortal

The sky was gradually getting late, and the expressions on the faces of the Taoists in the mountains became a little ugly, and there was even a hint of uneasiness. Lord Juyun Lingmiao had not come until now, and they began to feel... Worrying about whether some of his actions over the years have angered this magical man.

When the young Taoist was chatting with Yue Ji.

They've gone through every wrong thing they've done in the past ten years in their minds.

Yue Ji stood quite far away, watching the sky darken, and sighed:

"It seems that we won't be able to see this Master Lingmiao today."

Qi Wuzhuo saw that it was getting late and said goodbye to Yue Ji. The latter sent him to the hillside and said with a smile: "Wuhuo, you want to go to the Mingzhen Taoist League to exchange for supernatural powers. When do you plan to go? I'll start tomorrow , I basically go to the [Mingzhen Taoist League] in Zhongzhou Fucheng every three to five days, do you want to come together?"

Qi Wuhuo said, "Tomorrow?"

Yue Ji smiled and said, "Yes."

"It is difficult for people without a waist card to enter the Mingzhen Taoist Alliance. But if you have a waist card, you can go there at any time."

"It is a place for [exchange], [discussion], and [teaching]."

Qi Wuhuo was slightly doubtful.

This seems to be different from what the fortune teller said.

He clearly said that to enter the Mingzhen Taoist Alliance, you need to use a mirror to illuminate the moon on a full moon day and walk out the path.

There is still about half a month until the full moon.

The young Taoist didn't show any abnormality, and just replied: "I only have these medicinal materials, and I can't exchange them for what I want. I may have to wait for a while before I go."

Yue Ji understood, smiled and said: "That's it."

"That's right."

"Then I hope you can get what you wish for, Wuhuo. I should have sent you down the mountain, but it's just like this today. I'm afraid the elders of my family are feeling uneasy and worried. I'd better not mess with them. They're unhappy. I'm afraid As a junior, it is inevitable that I will be implicated, so I can only send you here."

The young Taoist raised his hands to express his thanks, and sincerely wished: "I hope you can wait until the Master Ling Miao."

Yue Ji laughed and said in return: "Thank you very much!"

He watched the young Taoist turn around and walk down the mountain step by step, hiding in the mountains and forests, out of sight. Then he turned back and climbed up step by step. He saw the teachers with worried expressions on their faces and chatting in low voices. , some asked whether there might be something inappropriate in the many things that the disciples have done over the years, and some were a little worried. They swept the gifts around and whispered.

Could it be that today's etiquette is too thin?

Just when everyone was worried, mist suddenly started to circulate, and dozens of cars came out. The Eight Wonderful Horses in front of them came in the true form of Lingmiao Gong.

The Taoists breathed a sigh of relief.

Even because Lord Lingmiao was so solemn, I felt a little shocked.

Wei Yue Ji regretfully held his hands and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity."

"It's really unlucky."

"If Wu Huo could leave a little later, he would be able to see the true form of the mountain god on his patrol."

"It's just bad luck."

………………

Qi Wuzhu came down the mountain and said goodbye to Yaoling. The Yaoling stood on a tree, waved to the young Taoist reluctantly, then turned back three times, and finally waited until Qi Wuzhu could no longer be seen. He burrowed into the ground and escaped, while the young Taoist carried a basket on his back and headed towards Shuiyun Township.

Back in the village, the sky was slightly dim, and Mr. Zhou Lingyi was sitting under the old tree outside his yard.

When the old man saw Qi Wuhuo, he had a rather complicated and hesitant expression on his face. He exchanged a few pleasantries and then suddenly asked:

"Dao Zhang Qi, is it okay to live here?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "It's a good place to live."

"Ah, that's good, that's good."

"If you need anything, just tell us in advance."

Zhou Lingyi hesitated for a moment and said, "By the way, there is an old gentleman coming to visit you today."

"It's just that when you weren't here, he left again."

"He calls himself [Ling Miao]."

Qi Wuhuo said: "Wonderful?"

These two words are really familiar. Qi Wuhuo has just heard them today. They are the mountain gods that Yue Ji and others want to worship. They are just mountain gods. What are they doing here? The young Taoist suddenly remembered the [Chaofeng] and [Jiao Picture] on the Zhongzhou City Tower. These two sculptures had said that there seemed to be a land looking for traces of him.

Speaking of which, as the mountain god of [Helian Mountain], he has never visited the local land before coming here.

Perhaps the local land noticed that there was an outsider coming, so they came to look for him.

The young Taoist thought thoughtfully and thanked him: "So that's it."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

He invited Zhou Lingyi to come in and sit for a while, but the old man just smiled with emotion and said that he was busy with other things at home and would not go in today. Qi Wuhuo watched the old man leave, then returned home and packed all the medicinal materials in the basket. I took it out and processed it, then walked into the yard to wash the pork I bought on the way back.

After all, it is near Zhongzhou Fucheng.

Pork costs eight cents per catty.

A little more expensive than Helianshanxia.

But because it is close to the river, aquatic products are very cheap. In winter, the water freezes. If you open a hole in the ice, the fish will come out to breathe. At that time, find a young man with a mallet and head towards the fish heads that surface. Just take it all at once and you can often gain something.

Qi Wuhuo steamed a fish.

Then cut the pork into small pieces, stir-fry the fat meat to release the oil, and then cut the green chili into long strips and stir-fry with the meat slices to make a meal. First, cover these vegetables on the rice and use chopsticks to spread the food. He mixed it up three times, ate it slowly, and finally took out the remaining steamed buns. The steamed buns were heated again on the steamer and became soft again. Unlike before, they were enough to kill people. of hardness.

Then use the steamed buns to dip into the soup on the plate.

Putting the last small piece of steamed bun soaked in soup into his mouth, the young Taoist exhaled, feeling satisfied that he was full.

There was no one around, so he patted his belly gently.

He slumped slightly in the chair and didn't want to move.

After a while, the young Taoist got up, washed the dishes, and washed himself a fruit. While eating, he sat on the bed with a pillow behind him, and carefully read the "Records of Becoming an Immortal" and "Records of Practice" , comparing the contents of these two volumes, trying to identify what type of bird egg Yaoling gave him.

"It said it took three hundred years to slowly drag the egg out using the method of escaping from the ground."

"If there is still life in three hundred years."

"It shouldn't be an ordinary bird, at least a spiritual bird. Well, let me take a look at the records in "The Record of Becoming an Immortal."

"From the perspective of size, we can basically rule out the most common flying finches."

Qi Wuhuo was thoughtful and reached out to stroke the egg. He saw faint golden lines on it. He compared it with Tantai Xuan's records and tried to judge the type from the lines and size of the eggshell. He turned to another page and said : "The Wild Goose Chapter... "The Record of the Immortal" says that if the wild geese are spiritual, most of them have their own characteristics, and the eggshells also have special patterns."

"This does not."

"Luan Feng Chapter, well, it can be distinguished by temperature. Most people with a trace of Luan Feng bloodline will have the magical power of fire."

"Even inside a bird's egg, bursts of warmth can be released."

Qi Wuhuo stretched out his hand and held the bird egg in his palm. He couldn't feel the slightest warmth and shook his head.

"It doesn't have a temperature that seems to be holding a flame. It shouldn't be a Luan bird of the fire genus."

"I can't feel the breath of the wind either."

"You can rule out bloodlines like the Blue Bird."

"Putting it into water and sinking to the bottom is not something like water."

The young Taoist compared them one by one and found that there were many types of spiritual birds, but only a few possibilities were left. He said thoughtfully: "Either it is a spiritual beast like an eagle or a falcon, or it is a raptor like a roc. Of course, it could also be an ornamental bird such as a peacock?”

"Is it an eagle?"

"Or a roc?"

"But Tantai Xuan said in "The Record of Becoming an Immortal" that Pengniao and Eagle Falcon don't seem to have very powerful bloodlines."

"In the world of spiritual practice, the Luan and Phoenix are more powerful, or the crane is also good; the Peng bird only dominates among ordinary birds."

"If it's a peacock, it can only look good."

"Useless in battle."

"Furthermore, if they fail to hatch for too long, the eggs of these spiritual birds will consume their own spirituality to maintain their vitality. Until the spirituality is finally exhausted, they turn into dead eggs. The weaker the spirituality, the less likely they are to hatch. The lower it is, for this situation, Chengxianlu’s suggestion is..."

The young Taoist turned the page and saw Tantai Xuan's comment at the end:

"Made into scrambled eggs, they taste amazing."

"Swallowing elixirs helps the essence."

"It can't be wasted."

He subconsciously looked at the egg. Immediately, his spirit noticed the ray of vitality hidden in the egg and released a trace of struggle. The young man put the "Record of Becoming an Immortal" beside him and said gently: "Don't worry, I won't eat it." It’s yours.”

He thought for a while and simply used the alchemy method given to him by his teacher to refine the collected medicinal materials into a spiritual liquid that would help his vitality.

Then he took part of it and sprinkled it on the eggs.

This is the purest vitality.

The weak spirituality in this bird's egg tries hard to absorb these vitality.

It seemed that hundreds of years had not hatched, nor had He given up the desire to be born.

Immortality is precious.

The young Taoist put down the Record of Becoming an Immortal that he had finished reading, and when he was about to practice, the ancient mirror suddenly lit up slightly. Qi Wuhuo was a little surprised, because Yunqin said that he only went to find the Xuantan spell after asking the teacher today. He felt that Even if the girl could be found, it would be a few days before she contacted him.

Qi Wuhuo put away the other things and then used the [circular light manifestation method].

A stream of light appeared on the ancient mirror and transformed into a Yunqin. The girl lowered her head and opened and closed her lips quickly, as if she was mumbling to herself and repeating something. When she saw Qi Wuhuo, her eyes lit up and then she raised her head. He raised his hand as if to interrupt and said hurriedly: "Don't speak yet, listen to me first. I have learned a very powerful Taichi Lingwen, but I think I have almost forgotten it."

"Don't talk."

"Listen to me first!"