In the next few days, Qi WuHuo found a rare moment of leisure.
Every day, he recited Daoist scriptures to that Peacock Egg, or held a sword to circulate his breath, and nursed the body of Lian Shulan in the village. Then he would go to the mountains, pick herbs, and play with the medicine spirit. When he came back, he would take out the Pill Furnace of Tantai Xuan and start refining elixirs, accumulating the most basic Qi-replenishing elixirs and Qi-restoring things.
He looks like an ideal Daoist.
Young Daoist Sometimes I think about it.
Except I haven't been able to travel anywhere.
Instead of insisting on practice, the three talents are complete and flowing around the body. At this moment, the dry energy of the three talents is dissipated. Each step has its own opportunity. Most of them rely on external objects, such as certain heavenly materials and earthly treasures, to enlighten their own essence and vitality, and finally condense into [Primordial Prenatal Qi] with the characteristics of those heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
Some also depend on certain special circumstances.
Just like Fierce Tiger Mountain God, Earth Vein Qi refines the body, removes dryness, and condenses it into Divine Ability, which is exclusive to the earth.
Qi WuHuo is not persistent, just casual.
Live seriously every day, eat seriously, walk seriously, live seriously, and let the pure foundation of your body flow by itself.
Although the dryness is still there, I don't really care about it.
But I think this Primordial Spirit, the vitality, the energy flowing through the body is very lively and interesting.
It's just that he was so casual and lived a peaceful life here, but others felt something was wrong. When Zhou Lingyi's second son passed by the courtyard, he saw young Daoist meditating in the courtyard. When the wind blew, the hair on the temples moved slightly, and it felt like it didn't look like a human being. Then I saw young Daoist opening his eyes, and they happened to look at each other. Then I felt a thump in my heart. I just forced a smile and left in a hurry.
"It's weird, it's weird."
"How does he know I'm looking at him?"
All the way back home, I mentioned this matter to others.
His brothers and his wife all agreed. Something strange had happened to this young Daoist when he came here. The trees around him were still withered, and for some reason, green buds seemed to have appeared in the Daoist's yard. Some people said that when he raised his hand, birds would land on the palm of his hand.
Several brothers started chatting and found out that they had arrived in Laba today. Zhou Lingyi originally wanted his sons to invite young Daoist to their home to have a bowl of Laba porridge and warm themselves up by the fire. But after hearing their sons' chat, they were very unhappy and said, "What do you mean?!"
"The Daoist priest came all the way to us to treat the Lian family members."
"We just put people in the hospital and didn't even pay for the medicine."
"You just chew on other people's tongues behind their backs. This is how I taught you?!"
The old man got angry, and everyone was a little scared and kept silent.
It's just that the second son still didn't Qi Ingestion said, "But, Dad, he is really a bit strange."
"There must be something strange here, and there must be evildoers."
Zhou Lingyi was so angry that he threw the crutch in his hand and yelled, "Get out!"
"You are a stupid guy who talks behind your back. How could I, Zhou Lingyi, have a son like you?"
The eldest son, who seemed to be much more stable, glanced at his younger brother, supported his furious father, and comforted him not to be angry about this matter, but he still said, "But, dad, this Daoist priest, we should have less contact with each other."
Zhou Lingyi finally calmed down a bit, but after hearing this, he became angry again.
"Are you like your brother?!"
The eldest son said, "That's not the case. It's just that my son heard that [everyone must have something to do], that Daoist priest does strange things every day, and is as cool as an outsider, but why is he here Water Cloud Village?"
"Without desires and pursuits, the goal is great."
"And I heard that old man, who was rich and well-dressed and well-mannered when traveling, came to our village to visit him. He had to wait outside the village and asked a few urchins to go and deliver the message. This is not normal!"
"My son once boldly searched for and inquired around, but found [Ling Miao] this wealthy family member."
"His status is extremely high, and he is either rich or noble."
"I don't know what it is about."
"Isn't this something worthy of vigilance?"
"After wealth, there will be disasters. No matter whether they are good or bad, people like us should not get close to them."
"It's okay to invite Laba to come, but father, you already know that his status is extraordinary. Now, in his opinion, doesn't it mean that we are flattering him? Father, you should avoid suspicion."
His son slowly told him, and the old man's anger dissipated unconsciously, leaving only a sigh.
Qi WuHuo pushed open the wooden door.
Amidst the squeaking sound, some dust dispersed in the sunlight. The dust itself, but floating in the sunlight, was also covered with a color like gold. Young Daoist's eyebrows also had a color as warm as gold in the sunlight, and his eyes were as clear as amber. He said gently, "Excuse me."
Lian Shulan's complexion had improved a lot. Hearing the voice, he asked, "Is it Daoist Master Qi?"
The sick look on the woman's face had faded a lot, and she just forced a smile and said, "I'm really sorry for bothering you."
Young Daoist asked, "Well, how do you feel?"
"It's much better. I'm really grateful to you, Daoist priest, but my daughter..." Lian Shulan had a faint pleading in his tone.
It seems that he has understood something, but he still seems to have the last trace of luck.
That's a very complicated tone.
Young Daoist closed his eyes and said gently, "Treat the injury first, and I will tell you."
He asked Lian Shulan to wash his eyes with cold spring water, and then sat upright on a chair. Young Daoist stood in front of her, gently pressing her head with his fingers, without any distracting thoughts. What he saw was still a layer of white clouds on his eyes, which looked grim. The young man said with an offended tone, and spread his eyelids with the thumb and index finger of his left hand. He held the white eye with his two fingers and held a needle in his right hand.
Use <Record of Becoming Immortal> to apply acupuncture using the techniques of dotting, shooting, and probing.
He also used his own vitality to maintain his energy. Even with Qi WuHuo's character, he secretly tempered it many times and spent a lot of effort to help regulate it. Only then did he dare to do this. In the end, the young man accepted it. When the needle was applied, Lian Shulan just let out a sound and couldn't help but close her eyes with tears flowing. After relaxing for a while, she subconsciously opened her eyes and felt extremely dazzling. She closed them immediately again with tears flowing.
Only a silhouette can be seen in the dim light, with a gentle voice:
"If you can't see anything for a long time, you should close your eyes and take it easy."
Lian Shulan nodded first, and then his wrinkled palms that had experienced many things grabbed Qi WuHuo's sleeves with great strength. "I will wait, I will wait...Daoist Master Qi, Daoist Master Qi, my daughter, she, she..."
What is before Qi WuHuo right now is nothing more than two paths, or else it is lying and covering up.
Otherwise, just tell the truth.
Young Daoist was silent for a while and said gently, "I am here to convey your daughter's last wishes."
Lian Shulan opened his mouth.
She didn't feel that extreme emotional collapse. She just held young Daoist's hand tenaciously and forcefully, and suddenly let it go as if all her strength had been lost. She sat there like a log, then closed her eyes, curled up her already thin body, covered her mouth, and first let out a sharp and long sound, like the north wind blowing through a broken window.
What followed immediately was a low howl that was depressing and intense, not like crying at all.
Young Daoist stands here quietly.
It took a long time for Lian Shulan to calm down. The pair of eyes that had just been healed became a little darker again. He smelled the fragrance of the food, raised his head, and saw young Daoist had cooked the food and placed it in front of her. The expression on the woman's face was a little bitter. She looked at the food in front of her and just smiled sadly, "... The Daoist Master is so young, he shouldn't have experienced the loss of a loved one, right?"
"Why did you come to save me?"
"How about just letting me die here?"
Young Daoist said, "Yes."
Lian Shulan was stunned.
Young Daoist, who seemed to be living a good life, brought the food to her and said, "Father, mother, there are many people."
"And sir."
"All lost."
"I'm from Jinzhou."
"Jinzhou..."
Lian Shulan thought of the thrilling disaster a few years ago, and her palms shook. People said that it was a disaster from the sky, and the fire was running on the ground. I don't know how many people died there. Young Daoist experienced such a tragic thing in front of her, and she felt at a loss for a moment. Qi WuHuo put the food in her hands on the table in front of her, and said:
"In just one moment, everything I had was gone."
"First my parents, my friends, and then the husband who took me to escape also passed away."
"I have ten thousand reasons to die. In fact, I have also thought about it. The past days are like a lingering rope, wrapped around my neck, getting tighter and tighter, making me breathless. Sometimes I wake up from nightmares, and then subconsciously call my parents. Then I realize that I no longer have parents, so I have to cry alone in the night. I have sharpened the knife by then."
Young Daoist's eyes were level with the woman's. "It was just when I was doing it that I suddenly remembered."
"Jinzhou is gone."
"If I die, how gentle my mother is, and how kind my father is."
"The reason why Jinzhou is called Jinzhou is because when the spring wind sweeps by, all the flowers in Jinzhou are in full bloom, looking as beautiful as the best brocade. Mr. is so stern yet kind."
"Only I remember everything."
"If I die, their traces in the world will really disappear."
"If I die, who else will know about it? My parents, my husband, and the scenery of Jinzhou."
"So I suddenly didn't want to die."
Qi WuHuo stood up, young Daoist smiled slightly, and handed the portrait of young girl that he had drawn before to Lian Shulan. He did not try to persuade her, but just said, "The years spent with my daughter, the things my daughter wants to do, these memories, and the traces of your daughter's life, if you die, no one will remember it anymore."
"Life or death is a big matter, and it should be your own choice."
"I just feel it's a bit of a pity."
"After all, you are the only one who remembers her..."
This sentence was soft but seemed to pierce Lian Shulan's heart. She finally cried loudly and hugged the portrait of her daughter. She cried hard. Young Daoist pursed her lips, turned and left, and opened the door. The moonlight was already falling outside. He looked at the courtyard and thought about living. At least he could see the spring flowers blooming, just like himself.
He went back to his courtyard and packed his things.
When I walked out, the moonlight was clear, and I suddenly felt something. I swept my sleeves and robes, and the words that once carried the imperial edict flowed out. One line lit up, emitting a clear golden light, which had already dispersed the atmosphere of obsession and mortal world - it was probably because I had fulfilled my last wish, so the part that was a spiritual treasure had been tempered.
Young Daoist seems to be able to see the appearance of a young girl.
Obsessed with the mortal world, you can drive it as far as you can.
Is this... a spiritual treasure?
His fingers gently fell on the text, sensing its various possibilities. He heard the sad cry in the wind, but he just laughed suddenly and did not take the treasure back. With his right hand behind his back, the young man gave a clear order, and then pointed down, erasing his own breath.
Separate the obsession and traces represented by this line of words from the white paper of my own world.
So the group dispersed and shattered into the appearance of young girl. As if confused, young Daoist retracted his hand and said with a gentle smile, "Although there is only a trace of obsession left, and although you are not that girl, you still want to accompany 'your' mother."
"Go ahead."
Tempering the world of mortals into spiritual treasures is the way to spiritual treasures.
But it is not my way.
Observing but not grasping, clinging to my own mind.
Not persistent.
It's too great.
What was contained in that line of text was the persistence young girl had at that time, as if he couldn't believe it. He opened his mouth, but could not speak. He just bowed deeply, his eyes were already red, young Daoist said, "Be careful, you can only accompany her thoughts in the end, but having someone to accompany you is still different after all, right?"
Traveling through the mortal world is full of regrets, but Daoists come from the mortal world, but they will eventually leave the mortal world.
That would be good.
That young girl kowtowed with obsession and choked with sobs. "Thank you, True Person."
The young man accepted her gift and just said, "It's not True Person."
"Go ahead."
Inside the house, Lian Shulan was holding the portrait and crying, as if she wanted to pour out all her past sorrow. young girl looked at her wordlessly outside the window, her eyes were red, invisible and unspeakable, but at least she had company; the wind blew by, and Zhou Lingyi hit her son with a cane, but she still decided to invite young Daoist to her home for a cup of Laba porridge.
He walked to the deserted courtyard with a cane and knocked on the door, but no one answered.
When he opened the door, the chain fell to the ground and was not locked at all. The old man was stunned, and then he quickly walked in. When he opened the door, the room was empty and had been cleaned up. There was a note written on the desk, thanking the old man for his hospitality and wishing him all the best and well in the new year. Other than that, nothing was different.
That's how it was when it left.
As he comes.
Zhou Lingyi After reading the letter, I was stunned for a long time. I don't know why, but I felt a sense of sadness. The north wind came one night. Maybe it was a coincidence. After all, the trees in the courtyard had sprouted. The old man walked out and saw the spring scenery in the courtyard. Young Daoist was carrying the sword box on his back under the moonlight.
Come after the promise, and leave after the cause and effect.
With night dew on my shoulders, I walked on the path in the mountains.
He thought:
This is what Daoist priests are like.
He laughed softly and said:
"I seem to know something, Teacher."
"Daoist, that's it."
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Source of cases
<Great Accomplishment of Eye Scripture>·Yellow Court Mirror--
The woman was beautiful and virtuous, but she lost only one son, and her husband became ill due to fear of death, and he could not find a fortune. The woman cried day and night, and developed round nebula and internal obstruction. When she was given acupuncture, her eyes were as if they were alive.