Seeking the Way of Immortality

On this day, Wu Zheng had already left the Qingzhou part of the Fengyun Mountains, and in front of him was a city inhabited by mortals, called "Qixing City".

Qixing City is a mortal city. Wu Zheng did not see a single cultivator while walking. Pedestrians walked leisurely on the street, and there was peace and no signs of fighting.

It is said that Qixing City used to be a city of immortals, but there have been no immortal traces in recent years. The flying around of those cultivators has long been regarded as myths and legends.

Wu Zheng suddenly wanted to die here. For a moment, he actually felt like crying. This was something Wu Zheng had never felt since he entered the Tao, even though he was bullied by Zhang Yang and others when he first entered the Tao.

He couldn't help asking himself: "What Tao am I practicing? What do I want?"

At that moment, he had entered the so-called inner demon of the cultivators. If he couldn't wake up himself, he might never wake up! At this time, unless someone could wake him up, he would have to stay here forever.

Just stood there in the middle of the road.

Old Zhao is a famous good man in 'Seven Star City'. He makes a living by hunting and helps the nearby villagers. He was also a well-known figure in 'Seven Star City' in his early years. However, in recent years, he has grown old and no longer goes up the mountain to hunt. He settled in Seven Star City for retirement.

He has three daughters and one son. Now the three daughters have married far away and have their own lives. Old Zhao's life can be regarded as plain, but his early life as a hunter has left him with many hidden injuries, and his health is getting worse and worse.

His children are filial and have been looking for famous doctors and folk prescriptions, but unfortunately, they have never worked. Old Zhao knows that his time is running out, so he wanders around the city when he is free, looking at the place where he has lived all his life and his old friends. His life is extremely fulfilling.

Today, he was walking in the city and suddenly saw a person standing still in the city, motionless. Out of curiosity, he went up to talk to him. What he didn't know was that it was his curious talk that brought him a chance to become an immortal.

Sometimes life is so wonderful. Your casual chat may be a chance of a lifetime, or maybe it is because Lao Zhaotou is kind-hearted and doing good deeds has become a habit, so God does not want him to leave too early.

Maybe it is a coincidence, maybe it is God's will, who can tell clearly!

"Young man, what's wrong with you!" Lao Zhaotou walked up to Wu Zheng and asked.

Just when Lao Zhaotou approached Wu Zheng, Wu Zheng suddenly woke up and looked at Lao Zhaotou gratefully. Just now, Wu Zheng had fallen into his own demons without knowing it. It was Lao Zhaotou's casual chat that woke Wu Zheng up.

Wu Zheng came back to his senses and naturally saw that Lao Zhaotou was wrong. He thought to himself, this old man saved me once, so I should help him too! It can also be regarded as a fate.

"Hello, old man, I passed by here and suddenly found that I had no money on me. I was distressed alone and didn't want my father-in-law to wake me up." Wu Zheng regained his calm.

Old Zhao did not hesitate at all: "Young man, if you don't mind, stay at my house for a few days first!"

Old Zhao was probably a good person to the core. He invited Wu Zheng to his house without thinking, and he was not afraid of whether Wu Zheng was a bad person.

A few years ago, Old Zhao invited a man to live at home. As a result, all the valuable things in the house were taken away by that person the next day. That year, Old Zhao ate steamed bread for a whole year. People say that after suffering a loss, they will learn a lesson, but Old Zhao is not like that. He is still the same. He can't bear to see others suffer and always thinks about others.

He would rather eat steamed bread himself than see others have no food to eat. Because of this, without enough nutrition, his health is getting worse and worse.

Wu Zheng was surprised and thought that this person was too kind! He casually took a stranger home. After all, Wu Zheng was not an ordinary person. He saw at a glance that Old Zhao was sincere.

Wu Zheng immediately clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, old man!"

The two walked and talked, and after they exchanged names, Wu Zheng also learned that the old man Zhao's real name was Zhao Rende. Now his children have separated from him, and he lives alone with his wife. However, his children are filial and come back to see the old couple every now and then.

Before entering the door, the old man Zhao shouted loudly: "Old woman, guests are coming! Go and cook some delicious food!"

Wu Zheng couldn't help but smile, thinking that this old man was really enthusiastic.

His wife was called Huang Yumin, and like him, they were both honest people. She had accepted her husband's hospitality all her life. Seeing that her old man was not going to have much time left, she didn't want to argue with him, so she warmly invited Wu Zheng into the house, but the sadness in the corner of her eyes could not be concealed.

Coincidentally, the son of old man Zhao happened to come back to see his father today. When he saw someone at home, he was relieved. He also knew his father's temperament. Wu Zheng himself looked handsome and extraordinary. At this time, his cultivation was enhanced, and the whole person looked even more extraordinary and extraordinary. He didn't look like a bad person at all.

"Brother, I'm sorry! My father has no bad intentions, he is just hospitable. Please forgive me if I am negligent." Zhao Wenxiang saw that his father went to the kitchen to help, and secretly chatted with Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng smiled: "Brother Zhao, I would like to ask, what disease does Uncle Zhao have?"

Zhao Wenxiang sighed: "Hey, to be honest, this is a hidden injury left by hunting in the early years. Because my father has always helped others, he has no money to treat the disease, so this is the root of the disease!"

Wu Zheng thought for a while: "Brother Zhao, you have to trust me. I am willing to treat you."

Zhao Wenxiang said in surprise: "I wonder who you are?"

Wu Zheng shook his head: "To be honest, my ancestors have been practicing medicine for generations. When it comes to my generation, my family has fallen into poverty, so I have to go out to make a living. I never thought that the money on my body would be stolen by others as soon as I entered the Seven Star City."

Zhao Wenxiang was overjoyed: "If you can really cure my father's disease, Wenxiang is willing to work like a cow and a horse."

Wu Zheng stood up: "Brother Zhao, this is serious! Uncle Zhao and I have never met before, and Uncle Zhao treats me like this, Wu is not a man of iron, how can he not be moved! "

Old Zhao looked at his son with an unhappy face: "What are you talking about again?"

Zhao Wenxiang couldn't wait to say: "Dad, Brother Wu can cure your disease."

Old Zhao smiled: "How old is Brother Wu! You don't need to comfort me!"

Wu Zheng stepped forward: "Uncle, to be honest, my family is a family of famous doctors passed down from generation to generation. You might as well let me take a look, maybe I can cure it!"

Seeing Wu Zheng's confident look, Old Zhao couldn't bear to refuse, and immediately stretched out his hand: "Brother Wu, just take a look!"

To be honest, Wu Zheng is not good at treating people, but don't forget that he is an alchemist. He can make a pill to prolong the life of mortals and prevent all diseases.

Wu Zheng pretended to take the pulse of Old Zhao, but in fact, his consciousness had already spread all over Old Zhao's body. He saw that there were many hidden injuries on Old Zhao's body, a total of eleven.

Wu Zheng let go of his hand and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhao, you have eleven wounds on your body, right?"

Old Zhao was surprised: "Little brother, you didn't see it, how did you know?"

Wu Zheng smiled mysteriously: "Not only do I know, but I can also eradicate it."

Zhao Wenxiang said excitedly: "Brother Wu, can you really cure my father's disease?"

Wu Zheng nodded without speaking.

Old Zhao's wife came out of the kitchen and said anxiously: "Nephew, what kind of herbs do you need? I'll ask Wenxiang to get them immediately?"

"Yes, Brother Wu, tell me, I'll get them immediately." Zhao Wenxiang said.

Wu Zheng shook his head: "Uncle, forgive me for being blunt, your disease is useless for ordinary herbs. Only people with deep internal strength can use internal strength to comb the meridians in the body, and then use the method of acupuncture to eradicate it."

Zhao Wenxiang and his mother looked at Wu Zheng in despair, but Old Zhao was relatively calm, and Wu Zheng couldn't help but nodded secretly.

Wu Zheng changed the subject: "But I can cure it."

Zhao Wenxiang smiled bitterly: "Brother Wu, don't joke! With my family's wealth, how can I hire the internal strength master and famous doctor you mentioned!"

Wu Zheng sighed: "Well, since it's fate that we met, I will make an exception this time!"

Stretching out his hand, a white jade bottle appeared out of thin air, and the three mortals in the room retreated one after another.

Wu Zheng smiled, knowing that they had already regarded him as a monster, and did not explain: "Uncle Zhao, are you afraid of death?"

They never thought that Wu Zheng would ask this question. Old Zhao stepped forward and protected his wife and son behind him, forcing himself to be calm: "This immortal, it would be a lie to say that I am not afraid of death, but who does not die? What can I change?"

He then said: "It is said that when people are reincarnated, they first know when they will die before they can reincarnate. Since it has been determined, why force it now?"

A series of rhetorical questions made Wu Zheng's heart have a glimmer of enlightenment. What's wrong with life, what's wrong with death!

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Zhao, I'm not a bad person, I'm just a legendary immortal cultivator!"

Several people did not talk to him because they had never heard of this kind of person.

Wu Zheng continued, "Uncle Zhao's unintentional chat saved my life. I have nothing to repay you for. Here is a bottle of elixir. One pill can protect mortals from all diseases and live a hundred years. I hope you can make good use of it."

After saying this, Wu Zheng left and threw a "Yanjing Pill" into his well, which was enough to make Zhao's family strong and healthy from now on.

The three people in the house came to their senses only after Wu Zheng left.

Old man Zhao's wife said, "Old man, this little brother Wu is probably the legendary immortal!"

"Mom, isn't it! Look at that brother Wu's righteousness. He doesn't look like a bad guy at all! Dad is saved now!"

"Hey, I woke him up unintentionally, but I didn't expect to get such a heavy reward. What should I do?" The first thing that Old man Zhao thought of was not to cure his illness, but how to deal with this hard-won elixir.

"Dad, I think it's better to call my eldest sister, second sister, and third sister to come. We will melt one or two of the elixirs here, and our family will take them. Then we will take out two and throw them into the well in the south of the city. The rest will be passed on to future generations. How about that?" Zhao Wenxiang took the jade bottle and said.

He opened the jade bottle, and a scent of medicine filled the whole room. After taking a few sips, the old man Zhao looked much more energetic.

"You prodigal, if you don't close the medicine bottle, the immortal spirit will run away!" Old man Zhao said, taking the jade bottle from his son's hand and covering it with a lid.

What Wu Zheng didn’t know was that the jade bottle he left behind accidentally became the treasure of the Zhao family several years later. Thanks to the elixir left by Wu Zheng, the old Zhao family had a child with spiritual roots many years later. His name was Zhao Mingyang. The child was fortunate to be accepted as a disciple by the first sect in Qingzhou, Yinyang Sect.

When he had achieved success in cultivation, he knew that the elixir left by Wu Zheng was the ‘Peking Yuan Pill’. That’s why the child of the Zhao family always kept the jade bottle close to him.

Several years later, when Wu Zheng passed Qingzhou again, he accidentally remembered the old man many years ago. With the intention of remembering the old man, he scanned the jade bottle with his spiritual consciousness and actually sensed the jade bottle left behind that year. The aura on it was the same as before.

At that time, Zhao Mingyang was not doing well in Yinyang Sect. His talent was just average. Wu Zheng was grateful for the unintentional call of the old Zhao. He felt that he didn’t give much to the old Zhao, so he helped Zhao Mingyang.

It was also at that time that the Zhao family gained a foothold in Qingzhou. Tens of thousands of years later, it became the first cultivation family in Qingzhou, and its status was even higher than that of the Yinyang Sect.

Of course, this is all a later story, so let's not talk about it for now.