When his voice fell, young girl in the mirror obviously stiffened for a moment, and then seemed to be shaking backwards and almost sitting on the ground, making a thumping sound, and then there was a sound of gasping for air after hitting something, a sound of scrambling, and finally, with a crash, young girl suddenly appeared and came very close:
"Qi Qi Qi...Qi WuHuo?"
She seemed to have just been surprised when she backed away and bumped into something. There was some dust on her face, but her eyes were bright:
"You learned it?!"
"Did you learn it so quickly?"
"You are indeed a genius!"
Qi WuHuo nodded, thought for a while, and replied gently, "I should have learned it."
Young girl over there seemed to be full of joy and cheered. Just when he was about to speak, ripples suddenly appeared on the mirror. Even after the ripples dispersed, the magic aura disappeared. Qi WuHuo suddenly felt a sense of energy and Primordial Spirit's exhaustion. Even the center of his eyebrows felt a faint sting, and he groaned.
The mirror fell down and fell into the boy's sleeve.
Qi WuHuo didn't make much noise, even though the severe pain was like tearing the center of the eyebrow. After all, others were still sleeping peacefully. It was just a hand seal, breathing in and out Nourishing Primordial Spirit, to cultivate life.
The slight tingling between the eyebrows passed for a while before slowly ending.
Qi WuHuo opened his eyes after a long time and said in a calm voice:
"Cultivation... is not enough."
"Cultivation of one's nature and one's life, cultivation of both life and life. If the foundation is not enough, even if one can learn thousands of spells and Divine Ability, it will be useless."
Qi WuHuo talks to himself.
Touching the mirror with his fingers, he suddenly said, "But, you should always tell her the situation... to avoid being worried."
Young Daoist lowered his eyes, recalled the scripture just now, and thought thoughtfully, "If a person wants to see an image, he must use his eyes and use the aura of his eyes. But since it is a message, it is not necessarily necessary to see it face to face..."
Qi WuHuo stared at the piece of scriptures and mantras, considered them carefully, and finally became thoughtful.
"In this case, we only need to use the method of its circulation and change and this Dharma Treasure."
"Just write the words on it and let it go."
Qi WuHuo circulates his vitality, and his fingers fall on the mirror, pulling his vitality and Primordial Spirit to write slowly.
[My current cultivation level is not enough to allow me to operate such a method at will, but I am trying to take only the basic operation method of this method and just convey it to you. Before my cultivation level is enough, I may only be able to communicate in this way]
[This method is not difficult, I will record it here.]
This mirror is extremely mysterious. The writing spins and disappears, and the words turn into light and disappear inside the mirror, and then reach an extremely distant place.
Finally, Qi WuHuo recorded. "Teacher and I parted ways today, and we have seen a lot of things."
"Next, it's up to me to walk this road by myself. It's up to me to see the world in my own way."
"When I was passing by Juyun Mountain, I met a lot of interesting mountain elves. They gave me directions and led me to Fucheng. Mountains that have rained will look very beautiful and misty. Speaking of which, the place I was originally in was also Zhongzhou, but it was snowing, but it was raining here. It was also very mysterious. Those mountain elves talked about many interesting topics."
"They say the flowers bloom brilliantly in spring, and the clouds flow like water through the mountains and rivers in autumn and winter mornings. They will open their mouths and let the clouds pass through the corners of their mouths like threads, and then laugh and play happily together."
"They said their favorite is sweet-scented osmanthus cake. If there is a chance, I will buy some for them too..."
Qi WuHuo paused, feeling that just writing what he saw and heard was a bit too self-centered after all.
His character has always been restrained, so he thought about it and wrote:
"I wonder if you like sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
"It smells fresh and tastes sweet."
"If you like it, I will bring it to you next time I have the chance to go."
"Wish you well."
"Qi WuHuo."
Lifting his finger, there seemed to be a faint spiritual light spreading out in the void. Qi WuHuo grasped it slightly and realized that most of the consumption was actually borne by this mirror. If he only used words, with his current cultivation and realm, he could afford this spell Divine Ability.
Finally, I casually added a sentence behind the mirror and the spell I wrote.
He has a somewhat juvenile mentality.
--[My cultivation level is very low and I cannot use it as I wish, so I deleted it and created it myself]
--[Qi WuHuo penned down]
Thinking about it, it would be interesting if one day many people would use spells with my name on them.
I just waited for a long time, but young girl has not replied yet.
Qi WuHuo had no choice but to put the mirror away.
Meditate with your eyes closed.
Stay calm and peaceful in it.
The surrounding environment does not disturb him.
The next morning, when the beggars woke up, they stretched themselves out and felt full of energy. The pain caused by the previous experiences seemed to have been cleared away. Looking at the sunshine outside, they felt that with such good weather today, something good should happen. There was a change in their hearts and some differences in their spirits.
Only then did I realize that what had changed around me was not just the warmth of the sun, but also that Land God Temple had been swept away.
Things that were originally piled up in a mess have been cleaned up.
The debris accumulated in the corner was used to prop up the wall with some gaps, making it much warmer and cleaner.
The beggar wiped his eyes, stood up and opened the door, and saw people coming and going outside. The young Daoist got a broom from nowhere, swept the floor peacefully, and tidied up the house. The beggar subconsciously laughed and said, "This, this is just a Land God Temple, and no one is here. No one will thank you for doing this."
The young man replied with a gentle voice, "Don't you live here?"
The beggar paused for a moment. For some reason, he felt speechless.
"Besides, I would like to thank Earth God for taking him in for a night. It is also the right thing to do to sweep the snow in front of his house."
Young Daoist lowered his head and finished sweeping the floor.
I stood up and looked at the Land God Temple statue. I saw that no one seemed to have taken care of the statue for a long time. It was covered with cobwebs and covered with dust. The old Land God statue that was originally looking out with a smile also had a quaint and forgotten feeling.
Ruined and lonely.
While Qi WuHuo was looking at the earth statue, a beggar who had just woken up suddenly yawned. When he stood up, his steps suddenly faltered and he fell directly to the ground. He fainted, causing the other beggars to shout out and rush forward. Just as they were crying, they heard the young Daoist said before, "Can you give in a little bit?"
"Let me take a look..."
The beggar leader said, "Do you know Medicine art?!"
"Well, I studied with a gentleman before."
Qi WuHuo replied, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and asked, "What... do you do for a living?"
The relatively strong man Root Bone hesitated for a moment and said, "It's a poor settlement. There are reasons for each. I don't want to say it. Now, I will work part-time in the city. If there is a place that takes care of food, I can eat. If there is not, I have to go to the street to beg for food. It is raining and snowing heavily in winter. It has been very cold the past few days. It is difficult to do hard work. I originally planned to do some work today..."
Qi WuHuo said, "That's it..."
After feeling his pulse, he raised his hand.
"The Qi is weak, the spirit is exhausted, and the body is also a lot weaker."
"It's easy to cure."
The man asked anxiously, "What happened to my brother?! Mr. Daoist priest, do you have any idea? Let's find a way..."
"There's always a way!"
Qi WuHuo put his hand into his arms, and then asked the man to stretch out his hand.
The man put five big coins in his palm and said with a smile:
"All you need to do is go out and find a steamed bun seller and buy three or five steaming buns that are freshly baked from the pan."
The man held five big coins. "Ah?!"
The lying beggar said, "I'm so hungry..."
Everyone froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. The man's face turned red, he kicked him and said loudly:
"You scoundrel, you're scared to death Laozi!"
Immediately he got up and ran outside, opened the door, and a lively voice rushed in. The world of mortals is bustling, full of troubles, but it also seems lovely. Young Daoist stood up, rolled his sleeves, took three more sticks of fragrance, bowed slightly towards the statue of the old land, and then burned the incense to thank him for the night's shelter and shelter.
The man spent all the five big coins and bought a lot of steamed buns and came back. He also spent some of his own money to buy a meat bun. He was a little worried, thinking that the buns he got from a beggar would be rejected by the Daoist, but when he came back, the young Daoist was gone. His face was filled with joy, and he asked those people, but no one noticed when the young Daoist left.
Just grab the steamed buns to eat.
The man was furious. "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat!"
"Where are the people?!"
Everyone just said they didn't know.
Only in front of the statue of the earth, there were three pillars of fragrance. The wind kept blowing on those three fragrance trees, and they curled up to the top.
The land smiles at the world ahead.
But the statue was trembling faintly, and there were a few cracks.
In the world of mortals, young Daoist is wearing a blue Daoist robe and carrying a sword case on his back. The winter sun is warm and cool, falling on the young man's body.
Holding a steamed bun and stuffing it into his mouth, he walked into the world of mortals unhurriedly.
"Yeah, it's delicious."
The young man's side was crowded with people.
A carriage was facing him in the opposite direction and passed by.
Inside the carriage, an extremely beautiful young girl suddenly woke up, his face turned pale, as if he had a nightmare that he couldn't get rid of.
The person sitting in front was a slightly younger young man. He was startled when he saw this, and then a look of concern appeared on his face and he said:
"Did you have that nightmare again?"
"Qiong Yu sister."