Last year, a [guest star] committed Ox Mansion.
Ox Mansion...
Qi WuHuo quietly digested the rich amount of information in this sentence. Fortune teller held his chin with one hand and looked at young Daoist in front of him with a smile, as if waiting for him to show his expectant look of astonishment. However, Qi WuHuo always maintained a restrained look on his face, with his eyes closed as if in deep thought.
It turns out that I went to heaven...
It turns out that the place where I meditated that day was the Tianhe River in the sky.
No wonder the sun and moon are missing.
No wonder you can't see the stars even when you lower your head.
No wonder, after just meditating for a year, I reached the state of Complete Three Talents.
Originally, a year of hard work, even if it was meditating non-stop for a day, would be equivalent to one hour a day for twelve years at most. However, it could not surpass the fifty years of qi movement determined by Teacher and reach the state of Complete Three Talents. However, practicing breathing and breathing is basically swallowing the sun and the moon. On the Milky Way, swallowing the sun and the moon and meditating in one day can be regarded as the work of a hundred days.
But there is another question that arises in Qi WuHuo's mind.
The circulation of Qi is the movement of Qi.
To some extent, it will damage your own foundation.
So at most one hour per day.
Too much will hurt your health.
I have been meditating for a year. According to normal logic, my foundation has already been damaged and Life Treasure is broken. I can only follow the Yinshen path of cultivating my nature but not my life, unless... the food I ate that day is enough to satisfy the loss of meditating on the Tianhe River for a year.
Then fortune teller seemed to know what Qi WuHuo was thinking, and replied lazily, "You are eating something wrong."
He pointed at Qi WuHuo's body, with a rather envious tone, and said:
"The cow host is evil, but it is also his duty to use the water of [Nine Canals] to turn the three stars of [Luo Yan] and cultivate [Heavenly Field]. There are spiritual things among them, which look like rice, but can also be meat. When put into boiling water, it becomes rice. When it rises in the clouds, it becomes rain. Golden Crow and Jade Rabbit urges the two to get it. This is what the world calls [yellow buds]."
"Yang moves and yin changes, and yellow buds gradually grow. Five staggered leaves turn yellow."
"The buds of the pistil are blooming, and the purple golden buds are released. They begin to knot [Divine Elixir Pellet], and Qingguangyu Taisheng is born."
"The rays of light shine through the body calmly. The inside and outside are radiant, and the Dharma Realm is confused."
"The so-called [Great Yellow Court], [Great Yellow Sprout], [Divine Elixir Pellet] in the world all refer to this thing."
"The highest quality [Immortal's Grain] is the best thing to make up for the foundation, but it is also the most luxurious thing."
Qi WuHuo said, "The most luxurious?"
Fortune teller said, "It is the most luxurious."
"This thing needs three hundred years to germinate, three hundred years to grow, three hundred years to mature, and one hundred years to dissipate the dryness before it can be eaten. Now this Niuxu Star Lord has come to Heavenly Field, and in a thousand years, he has only accumulated three buckets and three liters."
"And you, alone, actually ate a full dou or a liter!"
"And eating so much is just to help you make up for the losses you suffered when you fled seven years ago."
Fortune teller, who was always slovenly, looked at young Daoist in front of him, wanting to say something, but in the end he just couldn't help but laugh and sigh:
"Even if it turns into rice when it enters the water, it turns into rain when it enters the clouds."
"If you can turn everything into rice, you can still get fifteen kilograms of rice. How can you eat it?"
Young Daoist's face turned slightly red. He sat upright with his palms on his knees. He thought for a while and just replied:
"Because it's delicious..."
Fortune teller was speechless, then shook his head and said, "That's... a reason."
"You haven't eaten anything good here."
"The things in Heavenly Field absorb the energy from the rotation of the sun and the moon, grow in the glow of the sunset, and need to be watered with the water of the stars flowing in the Milky Way. That means you have enough patience to meditate for a year. If you don't have such patience, no matter how much you eat, most of the energy will disperse and leave, and it will just be wasted."
But he immediately said, "Of course, the biggest benefit is actually the delicious taste."
"The other effects can be compensated by the elixir."
"It just doesn't have that luxury."
Qi WuHuo said, "Sir, do you recognize Uncle Yun?"
The sloppy fortune teller sighed, "I recognize it, I always recognize it, otherwise what else would he want you to do with me?"
"It's just that I have some friendship with him, but he refuses to let me eat these yellow buds."
"You little calf nose, why should he give you food?!"
"Still eating so much."
"Whose face is so great?"
"I didn't even eat it."
"You eat so much."
"I ate just one liter and he hid it as tightly as he would a thief."
"You ate a full dou or a liter? Fifteen kilograms!"
"Could it be that you have a calf nose? You followed old Daoist."
"He also has a cow, so he has good senses for you?"
"So, next time I look for him and lead two cows, a bull and a cow, will he give me more food?"
The sloppy fortune teller kept mumbling about why he let Qi WuHuo eat so much and why he wasn't given anything to eat.
He raised his eyes to look at Qi WuHuo, swept his sleeves impatiently, and said:
"You should already know the questions you want to know. I won't keep you here. I will wait and see here..."
"Wait until tonight is over."
He raised his head as he spoke, looking peacefully at the heavy rain clouds in the sky as Qi WuHuo saw when he came, frowning.
Qi WuHuo said, "Sir, when we met a guest yesterday, we had to calculate how much it would rain today."
Fortune teller said, "Yes."
"It's raining today. It's about 1.3 centimeters short of the amount of rain I calculated. And there are still six hours left today."
Qi WuHuo said, "Sir, have you made a mistake in your calculation?"
"Did I make a mistake?"
Fortune teller suddenly sighed and said lightly:
"He was wrong."
This typo seems to have a very serious meaning.
After saying that, he didn't say anything more, just a few words. Qi WuHuo couldn't get a glimpse of the whole thing. Seeing that fortune teller didn't seem to want to continue talking, he said goodbye and left. He understood in his heart why he was able to reach the level of [Complete Three Talents] a year later.
Walking on the road, I feel that my Spiritual Mechanism, Primordial Spirit, vitality, and essence have reached an extremely perfect state.
Lively and pure.
My heart is filled with joy.
Thinking of Yun Qin's answer, my mind naturally moved, and I had already reached the [city] where Central Province Prefecture City merchants gathered. Large cities such as Central Province Prefecture City are divided into squares and cities. [Fang] is where people live, and [city] is where goods are traded. Mixing is not allowed, and there is a nightly curfew, so there is a saying of [opening the market].
In the plan, merchants selling similar goods will be gathered in one square. If you want to buy many similar things, you can do it all in one go, saving traveling merchants time. However, if you want to buy many and complicated things, you will have to make more trips. The young man remembered There is a poem in the dream: 'East Market buys a horse, West Market buys a saddle, South Market buys a bridle, North Market buys a whip.' That's it.
Maybe it's the New Year's Day, but Market Ward is very lively with people coming and going.
There are sugar figures and candied haws, and there are residential buildings on both sides. Some open their doors to do business inside, and some set up small vendors within the scope allowed by the court. Starting from the direction of the city tower and extending to the bridge, they are all places where stalls are allowed. Every night when there is no curfew, the lights are always bright and full of life.
At the fifth watch every day, pilgrims in the temples would make iron signs or wooden fish to announce the dawn, and the markets in various bridges would be open.
Because it is still dark in winter, restaurants light more lamps and candles and sell them, each serving is only twenty coins, along with porridge, rice and snacks.
Occasionally, there are people selling facial cleansing water and boiling some soup, tea and medicine until dawn.
The breath of life is far beyond what a village can match. Qi WuHuo looked at the people coming and going, as well as the children being held by their parents, holding candy figures in their hands. They were gods stepping on the clouds, or wearing various masks. The warmth of the world made my heart soothed. Primordial Spirit turned much more relaxedly. He found a snack selling pastries, and someone came out to say hello, "Does the little Daoist priest also want to eat some candies?"
"What do you want?"
Qi WuHuo saw the variety of snacks inside and said gently:
"I want sweet-scented osmanthus cake, divided into two portions."
Thinking of sending some to the mountain elves, I quickly prepared the work. When Qi WuHuo took it, I suddenly noticed something strange, and my palms once again felt the moist smell that I had felt in front of the fortune teller booth yesterday.
And a strange, water-like smell.
Is it him?
PS:
The verses are Qiu Chuji True Person's disciple, Yuan Chongzi True Person's <Nankezi·Zhang Daoyi Ask Huang Ya>
The street vendors in the city are Meng Yuanlao's notebook prose of the Song Dynasty <Dongjing Menghualu·Volume 3>
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