Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 1 Strange Comes
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A mental hospital located in the mountains.

A young man wearing a blue and white hospital gown sat cross-legged on the bed and sighed helplessly, "It still doesn't work..."

His name is Zhang Qian, and he was sent to a mental hospital two months ago because of self-mutilation as a delusional disorder. Even his parents thought he was crazy.

Over the years, he had swallowed raw herbs, searched for immortals, and even tried to open up the Ren and Du meridians on his own, but the results were not very satisfactory.

But Zhang Qian still firmly believes that he is not sick. He believes that he will definitely be able to become an immortal. "It's just that there is still a chance..."

"Zhang Qian, it's time to eat."

The nurse interrupted Zhang Qian's mumbling and handed him a plate of hot food through the small window on the door.

"Mortal, you come to disturb my Qingxiu again." Zhang Qian reluctantly got out of bed, took the plate, looked at it and stuffed it back, "I told you I'm not sick, you should keep this medicine for yourself! "

Just as the nurse was about to explain, a doctor wearing glasses patted her shoulder and said, "I'll do it."

"It's useless for anyone to come!"

The doctor walked to the door and asked seriously, "Zhang Qian, do you really believe in the existence of immortal cultivators?"

"Summer insects can't talk about ice, you mortals can laugh if you want." Hearing this, Zhang Qian didn't pay much attention and walked back to the bed nonchalantly.

His experiences over the past few days have made him understand that it is unreasonable to reason with these people. Unless he really succeeds, no one will believe what he says.

"That's it. It's a pity that I have this secret book." The doctor sighed with pretense of regret, took out a book and patted it in his hand.

"Oh?" Zhang Qian became interested, "What secret book?"

The doctor shook the book in his hand towards Zhang Qian, "I have been saving lives and healing the wounded in the arena all year round, and unexpectedly met a seriously injured master. Not long after he knew he was destined to die, he passed on the secrets of the sect to me and asked me to help him find a master. Successor. It's a pity, I thought you could take on this important responsibility."

Zhang Qian looked at the secret book and couldn't believe it, "If it is really a secret book, why don't you practice it yourself?"

The doctor shook his head and sighed: "This is not an ordinary secret book. It is said to contain the secret of becoming an immortal. Most people may not have this talent."

After saying that, he sighed again, "Well, that kind of genius is unique, how could it appear in our small hospital?"

Seeing that the doctor wanted to put away the secret book, Zhang Qian believed that he was not joking and immediately dissuaded him, "If you believe me, why not let me try it. I practiced the top-grade golden elixir when I was 16 years old. It's a pity that my mother was raped by an adulterer." Wrong, it must be said that the stone was taken out, causing me to lose all my cultivation. If you give me the secret book, I will definitely be able to practice it!"

"This..." The doctor hesitated again and again and solemnly handed the secret book to Zhang Qian, "Okay, since you are determined, then I will believe you."

Zhang Qian clasped his fists and looked at the doctor gratefully, "Thank you for your respect, senior. I will definitely live up to your high expectations!"

After receiving the secret book, Zhang Qian couldn't help but look back and forth. The blue cover and yellow pages were antique, and the four characters "Secret Book of Immortal Cultivation" were written in flying colors on the cover.

"The Great Dao is extremely simple, and the ancients will not deceive me." Zhang Qian couldn't help but turn a page and read, "It is so obscure, it must lead directly to the origin of the Dao."

"Remember to take the elixir on time, it will help you practice. I wish you will achieve enlightenment soon and soar in the day!" The doctor pulled the stunned nurse, closed the observation window and the food delivery port, and left the ward with several other students.

On the way, the little nurse looked at the doctor with admiration, "Director Liu, this is amazing. Your method is so effective. Patient 9919's delusion has always been a problem for us. I didn't expect you to find a solution so easily." .”

"Haha, patients with delusions are also victims of the disease. I'm just trying to understand them." Director Liu explained with a smile, then turned to the students taking notes behind him and said, "I hope you can take this as a For example, help more patients.”

The students nodded repeatedly, but someone raised his hand and asked weakly, "Director Liu, what kind of book did you give him? He won't follow the exercises to formulate questions, right?" "It's just a copy of the Tao Te Ching" That’s all, what could go wrong…”

The sound gradually faded away, and in a corner where no one was paying attention, a black and white aura quietly came out and swayed into Zhang Qian's body.

……

One morning, Dr. Qian was packing documents as usual.

A figure suddenly appeared at the door, "Doctor Qian, what are you doing here?"

"Who!" Doctor Qian turned his head suddenly and was relieved when he saw Director Liu at the door. "Old Liu, you made no sound when you walked. It scared me to death..."

He patted his chest to calm down, not noticing that it was already dark outside the door. "You also know that I have a heart disease. This almost killed me."

"Since you are sick," Director Liu walked into the room unhurriedly and put his hand on Doctor Qian's shoulder, "then let me treat you."

……

Zhang Qian in the ward did not notice any changes in the outside world.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, feeling the changes in his body with a solemn expression.

"It's been fifteen days, and I'm finally going to succeed..." He concentrated and felt the inexplicable power growing in his body until it converged into a white warm current, "Is this the legendary Qi?"

"I just said that cultivating immortality is really possible, why doesn't anyone believe it?"

Zhang Qian opened his eyes and discovered that the surrounding area was actually covered with mottled mold spots. The originally bright incandescent lamp was now dim and flickering on and off.

"Senior? Senior!"

After shouting several times and getting no response, Zhang Qian opened the door to a crack and stuck his head out.

The lights in the corridor seemed to be mixed with dust, and the bright windows were covered with newspapers. The originally bright corridor suddenly seemed dim, and both ends of the corridor disappeared directly into the darkness.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Qian knew that he was afraid of being hit by evil spirits, but in the past, he was not afraid when practicing martial arts. Now that he is practicing martial arts, he has nothing to be afraid of.

"I just don't know where the senior is now. He might be in danger if he doesn't have any cultivation." Zhang Qian thought, opened the door and walked out. The light above his head was still flickering, and the surroundings were so quiet that he could hear There was a "sizzling" sound coming from the electric light.

When I walked to the window, I saw layers of newspapers blocking the window. Most of the newspapers on them were illegible, but they all had the words "Chujiang No. [-] Hospital" vaguely printed on them.

Zhang Qian searched in his mind, but he didn't expect any city with this name. However, China is a vast country with rich resources, so it's normal that there are several cities he doesn't know about.

Zhang Qian tried to push, but the window didn't move at all. He didn't want to get too entangled, so he punched the glass with his backhand.

However, the glass did not break. When he punched it, there was no sound, and there was no feeling of hitting a real object with his fist.

"Something."

Zhang Qian was not discouraged and mobilized the warmth in his body to his arms, turning into a layer of white light covering his fists.He punched again, and the glass broke with a sound, shattering into pieces with a "click" sound and dissipating in the air.

"But not many."

(End of this chapter)