It was nightfall, and Qi WuHuo randomly found a place to shelter from the wind and rain. It was a grass shed on the roadside in the mountains. It was probably built by people nearby. If there were too many dry firewood and dry grass, it was impossible to move them down the mountain at once, or the yard at the foot of the mountain was full, so we had to leave it here temporarily. There was a simple shed above, which could provide some protection from the wind and rain, and there were some yellow and soft straw.
Young Daoist took off the sword case and jumped back.
There was a deep, dull sound, and the figure looked like a large character. He lay down on the straw and squinted his eyes comfortably.
The moonlight was clear and the mountains were quiet. He really liked this feeling.
Exhaling a breath, holding the bird egg in his arms, young Daoist looked at the moonlight in the sky, thinking of nothing, just quiet, with stars everywhere, and suddenly laughed and said, "Ox Mansion is there."
"The moon is getting rounder and rounder..."
He looked at the moonlight.
When the full moon comes, it's time to look for the Ming Zhen Dao Alliance.
He lay on the soft straw, thinking about something, and fell asleep in a hazy state.
The moonlight and the flowing wind in the mountains are just a young man, a Daoist and a cultivator.
On the second day, Qi WuHuo was woken up by the sound of birdsong.
A sparrow landed on his shoulder and pecked the boy's cheek gently. It didn't hurt, or the slight pain was more likely to be a numb and itchy feeling. Young Daoist opened his eyes and stared at the sky for a while, then stretched out, startling the sparrow that was obsessed with pulling his hair, and then jumped on the branch and scolded young Daoist.
Qi WuHuo got up, washed himself with the clear spring in the mountain, and picked some pine nuts to eat.
Because I had to go to the Ming Zhen Dao Alliance, I had to stay near Central Province Prefecture City. After thinking about it, I got up, patted the non-existent dust on my clothes, went straight to Central Province Prefecture City, and said hello to Chao Feng and Jiao Tu.
Chao Feng said, "Ah young Daoist, you haven't been here for so long, I thought you were suffering from laziness and couldn't get up from lying down!"
Jiao Tu said, "Ignore him, he has a bad mouth."
"It's just that you haven't come for a long time and he misses you so much. He's been muttering to me every day these past few days about young Daoist, young Daoist, young Daoist. Why haven't you come? It's annoying him to death."
Chao Feng was furious. "You're talking nonsense! You obviously talk a lot!"
Jiao Tu was furious. "You're talking nonsense! You've said it eight hundred times!"
"Then you said it one thousand eight hundred times!"
"Two thousand eighty for you!"
"Then you have three thousand eighty!"
The spirits of the two sculptures began to quarrel again. In broad daylight, they were more interesting than this mortal world. During the quarrel, they did not forget to take some time to chat with young Daoist. Knowing that he was here for a short stay, Chao Feng said, "Then you should go to the northwest. There is a Daoist temple there. There is only one old Daoist scholar in the Daoist temple, and there is another young Daoist."
"Although there are some other monk temples and Daoist temples in the city, their eyes are misty and their spirits are muddy."
"If you don't recognize us, then you certainly can't recognize you either."
Young Daoist Thank you and leave.
Chao Feng said loudly, "Young Daoist, young Daoist."
"You look more like True Person than you did a few days ago!"
"You have to work harder!"
Young Daoist laughed, thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and made a fist and waved it.
Then he performed a spell and blended into the crowd and walked into the city. What he saw was really dazzling, especially around the building [Nine-Eyed Great Bridge]. There were pedestrians coming and going, vendors selling snacks, the steam was steaming, and it smelled like the mountains. Young Daoist couldn't help but took out a copper coin, took out an oil cake, and a bowl of gruel.
There are also water knots cut into thin strips, sprinkled with red spicy oil and mixed with rice to make a steaming meal.
Young Daoist watched the people coming and going, and slowly walked to the northwest of the city. Sure enough, he found the Daoist temple under an old tree. The plaque of the Daoist temple was written in sharp handwriting, which read [Refining Yang Temple] three big characters, but it seems to have gone through the weather and is mostly mottled. Qi WuHuo knocked on the door of the Daoist temple, and a delicate-looking young Daoist came out.
Ask him why he's here and invite him in.
Originally, even when placing an order at the Daoist Temple, one had to read the ultimatum, but old Daoist only glanced at young Daoist and exclaimed:
"The three talents are complete, which is a rare Daoist orthodoxy..."
"You obviously haven't Primordial Prenatal Qi, but your Primordial Spirit vitality is much stronger than that of me."
"It's fellow Daoist, please come in."
So Qi WuHuo temporarily settled in this Daoist temple.
There are only one old Daoist and one young Daoist in the Daoist temple. Except for the Sanqing Hall, there are Heavenly King Hall on the left and right, and there is even another building.
The building is two stories high, and there is a sword hanging under the plaque.
Young Daoist helps with cleaning every day, but never Ascending the Tower because this building is always locked. Old Daoist once explained with a smile, "The name of this building is [Ancestor Lu Tower], the founder of our lineage once received guidance from an immortal named Lu, so he left this pavilion. It cannot be opened unless Patriarch Lu comes."
When young Daoist asked the immortal named Lu, old Daoist just shook his head and said:
"It's been so long that I don't even remember old Daoist."
"It would be better to say that I was not even born at that time, and old Daoist my ancestor's ancestor was still young Daoist."
"How can we know?"
So Qi WuHuo had no choice but to suppress his curiosity and those slight speculations.
After Tantai Xuan stole Ming Zhen Dao Alliance's waistband, he fled to Zhongzhou, and many of the things he committed were near Fucheng. Young Daoist spent these days searching for the family of the person who left his last wish day by day, and then passed on his regrets and wishes. If it was further away, he would often need to move forward as Earth Evasion Technique.
You leave at sunrise and can only come back at sunset.
Refining Yang Temple's young Daoist is curious.
Old Daoist is not curious.
But it's also called young Daoist Mo Duowen.
Another day when Qi WuHuo came back, it was already sunset and he was hungry, but the vendors had all stopped. When he asked, the old man pushing a cart selling gadgets next to him said, "He, I don't know why, he must have caught wind and cold, and he couldn't cough. He didn't want to offend others, so he had to rest at home."
"Hey, young Daoist, you should also pay attention."
"I don't know what's going on these days."
"More and more people are getting sick."
He also coughed a few times, picked up a five-color silk thread and said, "This is used to ward off evil spirits, young Daoist, do you want one?"
Qi WuHuo declined.
It is true that during this period, the number of people feeling sick has gradually increased.
Young Daoist had no choice but to endure his hunger and walked back, but at the corner of the intersection he saw young Daoist of Refining Yang Temple. The latter also spotted Qi WuHuo and waved. "Uncle-Master Qi, Uncle-Master Qi, here, here!"
All Daoist practitioners in the world are disciples of Dao Ancestor. Meeting each other on the same road is just a matter of calling each other a Daoist friend.
It's just that Mr. old Daoist has an equal relationship with Qi WuHuo.
Therefore, this young Daoist had no choice but to call out Uncle-Master Qi, and because he felt that young Daoist was just a few years older than him, as if he was a generation younger, he was a little unhappy, old Daoist bought a candied haws on a stick and coaxed him for half an afternoon before he obeyed and shouted young Daoist Martial Uncle honestly. Later he got used to it.
Everyone else looked sideways.
Qi WuHuo walked over and saw that it was a soup kitchen.
The inside is not gruel, but a very thick one. Young Daoist Just smelling it, I can smell a better Medicinal materials.
Able Support the Righteous and Expel Evil.
There was a young man in rich clothes directing the porridge soup, and he was very enthusiastic.
Young Daoist Mingxin had been waiting in line for a long time. When he saw Qi WuHuo coming, he came out and lined up at the back with him.
"Ah, Daoist Priest, it's you."
Suddenly there was a sound.
Qi WuHuo turned around and saw a few big men. They were the beggars who lived in Land God Temple when he first came to Central Province Prefecture City. Now they were wearing quite clean clothes. They had obviously found jobs and had come here to find a good meal. Several people thanked them and said with a smile, "Fortunately, there is not much rain this year. We can avoid the cold for a few days and can go out to work earlier."
"But I haven't been paid yet, so this meal of porridge is really timely."
"This medicinal porridge warms the body and makes people feel much better."
"Go to the cold."
A few people were chatting, and when they came closer, the young man in brocade clothes gave Qi WuHuo a bowl of porridge. Qi WuHuo's eyes were slightly surprised, but he recognized the young man. He thanked him, walked aside, and walked to the Daoist temple with young Daoist Mingxin, who felt happy. Young Daoist Mingxin was shaking, and he liked the meat porridge very much.
Because you don't have to wash rice yourself!
In this way, you can spend more time under the pine trees and look at the ants.
Young Daoist smiled and asked, "Does the porridge taste good?"
"Yeah!"
"A cultivator must not know the medicine. If you don't know the medicine, you will not be able to practice. So, let me test you, how many flavors of Medicinal materials are there?"
So young Daoist Mingxin looked confused.
"What are these Medicinal materialss for?"
Ming Xin felt like she was about to cry, "Can you recognize it after taking a bite of porridge?"
Young Daoist smiled slightly, handed over a candy, stuffed it into Ming Xin's mouth, stopped young Daoist's tears, and then slowly explained the contents of the medicinal porridge, saying, "It's because I know this recipe. Speaking of it, I thought I was the only one in the world who knew this recipe. It's also because I underestimated others. If he can create it, sir, others can naturally create it."
"Is this prescription very powerful?"
"It's very powerful. Sir, he calls it [Screen Powder]. I don't know what the name of the doctor who wrote this recipe to make meat porridge was."
"Probably not this fun."
"Even if it is the same thing, different people have different names for it."
Mingxin asked curiously, "Why is it called Screen Powder?"
Qi WuHuo said, "The name [Screen Powder] means to use the invisible power of the medicine to turn into an invisible Jade Screen in front of the person. It can resist the entry of evil and disease qi into the body. It can just strengthen the righteousness without being biased, so that those with weaker bodies can also absorb the power of the medicine. Zhongzhengpinghe is easy to say, but it is difficult to be a person or a medicine practitioner."
Ming Xin nodded and said, "It's not like Martial Uncle, what a person of your age would say."
Young Daoist touched his head and replied gently, "The person who taught me Medicine art told me so."
Mingxin asked curiously, "But, does Uncle-Master Qi know that person just now?"
"You seem to be thinking about it all the time."
Qi WuHuo said, "Yes, I know you."
It's in a dream.
Five years ago, when the current emperor ascended the throne, he defeated his elder brother in a battle and used the young to overcome his elders in order to seize the legitimate son. The boy just now was the son of the person who failed to seize the legitimate son. Qi WuHuo vaguely remembered that this boy was the second in his family and had an elder sister, two younger brothers, and a younger sister. After his father failed, he was named Prince, and he fell into decline and died soon after.
Prince's name was inherited by that child.
Soon, the younger brother of the boy Prince had an accident first. His galloping horse fell into the lake and died.
Then there is the elder sister who is recorded as "intelligent and cold-blooded, decisive, knowledgeable about political affairs, and every time she talks to her father, she laments that she is not a man".
This sister seemed to have been poisoned.
After all, it is a matter of royal concern. What makes Qi WuHuo confused is, has this young man ever been to Zhongzhou?
In the memory of Qi WuHuo Yellow Millet Dream, this person was later named Prince. At first, there seemed to be some moves that caused waves; but after his eldest sister Capital City has been trapped in Zhongzhou since he was poisoned. Although he seems to have great ambitions, he is powerless. Every month or so, he and the current emperor perform a show of loving relatives and filial piety to win over the world's scholars Human Heart?
Why are you here?
Qi WuHuo curbed his curiosity, and returned to the Daoist temple with young Daoist Mingxin, cleaned up, and slept in the Scripture Pavilion. It was time for night meditation., suddenly felt a change in vitality, the bronze mirror finally lit up again after so many days, and Qi WuHuo saw young girl again, but today he was wearing white clothes and green clothes.
Her head of black hair was tied up with a light rose-colored hairband, and she looked elegant and free, like Green Lotus Flower in the pool. However, her face looked a little anxious, and she said hurriedly:
"Wuhuo, Uncle Niu he 'went out' before, and now he's back."
"It's just that some, some things are not quite right..."
"Dad, he's not here."
"Doubu and Lei Mansion have issued edicts. My father went to Doubu to order the generals. I am the only one at home, and no one else knows what to do..."
Yun Qin whispered, and soon Qi WuHuo knew what "not quite right" meant. Young girl stretched out his hand and pulled to the side. Old Yellow Ox, Old Yellow Ox turned into a human body, and floated over leisurely. He was also sitting on a lotus platform, with his hands bound to the three realms Abhaya Mudra. His face was filled with desirelessness, and he looked like a Buddha statue in the temple.
A big light behind the head.
Very eye-catching.
Yun Qin stretched out his finger and poked it. It can be passed through.
"What should I do? Now Uncle Niu has become like this."
Young girl looked sad.
He poked and prodded while crying.
Old Niu sat on the lotus platform, his eyes turned into the slender and large soft arc of the Buddha statue in the temple, and there was a little red light between his eyebrows, and he said:
"Amitabha Buddha, the true form is not the form, why are you so persistent?"
Young Daoist said many words and tried many methods. This Old Niu sat on the lotus platform with the light behind his head like a Bodhisattva.
The kind-hearted person is like the statue on the lotus platform.
The number is Great Strength Ox King Bodhisattva.
Finally young Daoist thought deeply, stretched out a finger and said:
"Uncle Niu."
"The previous article [Seven Apertures Art], I wrote the second article!"
Then 'Great Strength Ox King Bodhisattva''s kind expression suddenly froze.
PS:
Jade Screen Powder, created by Wei Yilin, a physician in the Yuan Dynasty