Qi WuHuo could only detect that moist smell and a slightly fishy smell from the handsomely dressed young man who came to gamble with fortune teller yesterday.
Now that I feel it, I subconsciously thought it was still him.
Young Daoist turned around, followed the breath, and saw people coming and going outside. The breath came from a two-story teahouse more than thirty steps away. He looked up, and what he saw was not the young man he saw yesterday, but an old man, leaning on the railing on the second floor of the teahouse, drinking tea alone, holding a child in his arms, but the child was crying.
The old man comforted the child.
It seems that he noticed Qi WuHuo's gaze.
The old man turned around and looked.
Looking at Qi WuHuo, young Daoist knew that he was being rude, so he stood in the crowd and held his hands slightly apologetically.
The old man had already laughed and said, "I never thought that I could see a successful Orthodox Mystic Gate here."
"I feel very lonely drinking tea here alone."
"Little Daoist Priest, if you don't mind, please come up and have a cup of tea?"
old man is quite a free and easy invitation.
Qi WuHuo thought for a while and said thank you.
Holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, he walked up to the teahouse step by step and reached the window seat on the second floor.
Seeing that the child had stopped crying, a woman hurriedly caught up and took the child away, thanking and bowing. After listening to these words of thanks, Qi WuHuo understood that it seemed that because there were too many people in Market Ward today, the woman and the child were lost. It was the old man who took the child to tease her and sent people to find the woman.
The woman left with great gratitude.
But there seemed to be a bit of frightened horror in his eyes.
The child was actually happy, turned around and waved goodbye to the old man over there.
The old man smiled gently and raised his tea cup.
Then Qi WuHuo was invited to sit down. Young Daoist sat opposite the old man and saw the old man's true appearance.
Only then did I understand why the woman just now had a frightened expression in her eyes.
He was a majestic-looking old man, with raised eyebrows, except that his right eyebrow was only half-length, and there was a burn mark on the skin on his forehead.
Paired with this majestic face, it is inevitable that the look will be a bit ferocious.
old man was able to detect Qi WuHuo's eyes without any malice, which is enough to prove that his character cultivation is extremely high and as clear as a mirror. People did not experience many things when they were young, so Primordial Spirit is more lively than Aware Spirit who was born through acquired learning experience and can detect the hidden malice and good intentions in people.
That's why I have a good impression of this old man with a majestic face and a hint of ferociousness.
Qi WuHuo thanks old man for the invitation.
The old man looked at Qi WuHuo and praised, "The path is long, but the cultivation is very good. Many practitioners today are always eager to accumulate vitality and magic power, and often lag behind in the cultivation of their own spirituality. In this case, you can make great progress in the early stage, but later on you will encounter obstacles that are difficult to break through, and you may be stuck for a lifetime."
"And he's not the kind of person who only looks at appearance."
He stretched out his hand and touched the side of his forehead, smiling freely.
"Is the little Daoist priest here here for wandering?"
Qi WuHuo replied, "Yes, there are other things too."
The old man laughed and said, "In that case, you can stay here longer. The annual Lantern Festival, the bustle of Central Province Prefecture City, is more beautiful than the dynasty and imperial capital in the world. It is really because those royal relatives are afraid of death and have many restrictions when celebrating. It is not as beautiful as here."
"See more, travel around and witness the world of mortals, so that you can have a state of mind that transcends this world and is not stagnant in things."
The old man said and poured a cup of tea for Qi WuHuo without asking for Qi WuHuo's name.
He never introduced himself.
We just met to have tea and look at the scenery outside together.
Qi WuHuo took a sip of tea and felt the refreshing air in his mouth, and soon a stream of fresh air spread out and penetrated into his limbs and bones.
The essence and vitality could not help but become quiet.
It has become more harmonious.
"This is..."
Qi WuHuo was slightly surprised.
Calm down your mind and contemplate it, and it will take a cup of tea for the fresh air to dissipate.
At this moment, the bitterness and sweetness of the tea in his mouth slowly appeared, and the old man in front of him smiled and said, "There are many the Human World practitioners, and it is rare to encounter the slowest and most difficult path in Xuanmen orthodoxy. Although I don't know your lineage, since you have reached [Complete Three Talents], your life span should be one hundred and twenty years old."
"[Primordial Prenatal Qi] will definitely not be a problem for you."
"You should take the path that takes you the furthest."
"But remember, you can't try to practice Divine Ability and condense Primordial Prenatal Qi immediately at this time."
The old man smiled gently and said, "After [Qi spiritual power makes the body light], you still need to maintain it for a hundred days before you can try to practice condensation."
"If you train and train as you go, it's called cramping and picking out the bones, which is hard to achieve."
"First cultivate the foundation, then practice and move the qi machine, and then walk Primordial Prenatal Qi. This is the stable path."
Qi WuHuo thought about it carefully and confirmed it with the mental method taught by Teacher. I would like to express my sincere thanks.
The old man laughed and said, "You don't mind me being a talkative old man, I just like to care about others."
Qi WuHuo shook his head and said, "The old gentleman was kind enough to give me advice, and what he told Law and Reason is also correct."
"Yuanqi Yuanjing Primordial Spirit Although the three talents are complete, they have not yet [taken root]. If we take the next step now, the foundation will inevitably be unstable, just like when building a tall building but the foundation is not well laid. Building a pavilion is quick, but it cannot be built high."
"I should be thankful."
old man sighed, "If my son had your understanding and mind, he wouldn't have to go to such trouble."
"Your son?"
The old man stroked his beard and sighed, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of relief on his face:
"Yeah... haha, he was naughty and energetic when he was young, and he got into some trouble."
"Later on, I finally raised him up and taught him Divine Ability and spiritual practice. Now, I have offloaded my [responsibility] and handed it over to him to manage. That's why the old man can come here, look at the scenery, and have a cup of tea at leisure during what should be the busiest time."
The old man looked at the scenery outside, at the people coming and going, at the smoke of the world fire Qi, with focused eyes, and said with a smile:
"My brother wants me to live in [Ancestral Vein] in the east."
"But no matter how familiar the ancestral land is, it is just a place where I lived when I was young. I have been here almost all my life. I am used to seeing such scenery. But I suddenly want to leave, but I feel reluctant to leave. I have urged me many times, but I always refuse to go. It makes me confused. Little Daoist priest, you said that people always say they are attached to their hometown, but what exactly is their hometown?"
Young Daoist looked at the old man's appearance, thought for a while, and replied:
"Perhaps what I am nostalgic for is memories."
The old man was slightly startled, looking at the crowd in this mortal world, and suddenly smiled, "What a memory."
"The little Daoist priest is right."
"What I am attached to is not ordinary places and scenery, but perhaps everything I have seen and experienced here."
"I am young here and I am old now. Where else can I call my hometown other than here?"
He raised his cup and drank tea, sitting in the tea room on the second floor and looking outside.
At this time, the originally majestic facial features softened.
Qi WuHuo looked at the old man's forehead, thought for a while, and said, "I know some Medicine art, do you want me to help you?"
The old man didn't refuse, he just smiled casually and said, "Then I'll have a hard time with the little Daoist."
Qi WuHuo stood up and walked to old man. He expressed his offence, stretched out his hand and pressed it on old man's forehead, but he only felt a hot air. For some reason, it made him feel a little familiar, but it was indeed beyond what his Medicine art could see. So he raised his hand, and old man just smiled and said:
"Thank you, Daoist Priest, for your kindness, but I guess you can't solve this problem."
"During the disaster in Jinzhou seven or eight years ago, it was a dry land. I relied on a few copies of Divine Ability."
"I just carried two loads of water and went to that place to sprinkle some rain. This is what happened at that time..."
The old man raised his hand and touched his forehead, coughed a few times, and laughed at himself:
"Otherwise, there is no need to resign so early and leave my child to me."
"Rain?"
Qi WuHuo was suddenly startled.
Thinking of that time when he was young, he gave pancakes to younger children, only to be swarmed by others, snatched away the food, beaten, and lying on the ground dying, waiting for death. It was the rain that woke him up from his coma, and he barely survived. old man only looked in front of him and said with a smile, "Yes, rain."
"The rain falls from the clouds and merges into the rivers, lakes and seas. Then the sun and the moon rise, turn into clouds, and return to the sky."
"Such a cycle, isn't it like a cultivator breathing in and out and letting the Qi travel through hundreds of meridians?"
Qi WuHuo was thoughtful and said to himself, "The sun is like nature, the moon is destiny, the clouds and waters are like Qi veins, they go back and forth without stopping."
"Is that so..."
If he has some understanding.
But old man never heard the young man's whisper clearly, and he never thought that his sigh would make young Daoist understand something.
He just leaned out, looked at the clouds, and smiled:
"The first rain and snow every year will suppress the evil spirits and slowly dissipate the accumulated dryness. This is the meaning of "renewing all things". When there is rain and snow in winter, diseases will disappear; when spring begins next year, crops and trees will flourish, and people also like the snow scene and clear rain, so I like this rain very much every year..."
Young Daoist finished drinking tea.
The old man was still looking at the scenery.
The two of them didn't meet each other by name, they just drank a cup of tea, watched a scene, and listened to the wind singing in the mortal world.
You enter this place as you please, and you leave as you please.
That's all.
Qi WuHuo When he left, he saw a chess game on the old man's table, which is now a very famous wonderful game.
Yellow Millet Dream In those decades, someone has solved it.
Young Daoist raised his hand and picked up a chess piece, dropped it on the place where the game was broken, and then left, walking step by step.
The greetings from the vendors on both sides were too warm, and the freshly baked steamed buns were too tempting. Young Daoist walked past the stall, but still pursed his lips, walked back step by step, and bought himself another steaming meat bun. Then he was satisfied and walked back while eating.
It was only after I bought this sweet-scented osmanthus cake that I realized that even [Method of Manifesting Light Circles] would not be able to send this sweet-scented osmanthus cake to the stars. While I was thinking about it, the mirror suddenly changed again. Qi WuHuo was stunned, used a trick to blind him, raised his hand to take out the mirror, and looked at it curiously.
But I saw countless streams of light on the mirror converging and turning into one word--
[Difficult]!
Qi WuHuo was stunned. "Difficult? What does this mean?"
First say [good], and then say [difficult]?
[Good][Difficult].
So difficult?
Young Daoist understands the meaning of young girl's message. Does it mean that the spell is too difficult to send the message so hard?
This seemed to be beyond his expectation. Young Daoist, who had witnessed many evil things Human Heart since he was young, had always restrained his emotions, couldn't help but hold the sweet osmanthus cake, stand in the world of mortals, and laugh softly.
Young Daoist bit the bun, thought about it, and then started writing.
"I have made a breakthrough in my cultivation."
"When I go back, I may be able to use [Method of Manifesting Light Circles] normally this time."
"I'll teach you, it's not difficult."