With magical powers, I can quietly meditate on sutras for hundreds of years and become an immortal.

Chapter 174: Death in a handful of dust

It's good to always listen to the emperor's assurances.

If it's true, you lose.

So more than a month has passed so far.

Ma Qianli's withered body is still lying in the thatched cottage in the mountains.

It was exposed to the wind and the sun, so I guess it became a human work.

So Li Zhen went down the mountain today.

I randomly found a shop and bought a thin wooden coffin.

Anyway, Ma Qianli was only half dead, not completely dead.

The physical body...

It would be nice to calm down a bit and have a place to commemorate.

After all, he can be regarded as someone who has died once.

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He is still worried about his country.

An old man who has been loyal to Dazhou all his life!

"Pindao got so crazy back then that I have to tell you some story about loyalty to the emperor and patriotism."

Looking at it, Li Zhen couldn't help but sigh:

I thought about it.

When a person dies, a handful of dirt will go with the smoke and dust.

It seems that the moment before the vitality of the physical body disappears.

I stood under the sign at the end of the road very knowingly and did not trespass.

“It turned out to be such a foolish and loyal look.”

He frowned and wrote with a pen.

"Ugh!"

As for the rest, Li Zhen was too lazy to deal with it.

You should be more mature.

Yu Laoma dug a hole next to his grave and buried it.

Turn around and leave.

Li Zhenti slipped the coffin and found the place where Ma Qianli had made his lodge in Xianming Mountain.

"Tsk."

Turn around and break the cliff to get rocks.

Hong Xuanji.

But before leaving, his steps stopped.

He glanced at the dusty paper and read the writing on it.

Upon entering, an old figure with white hair appeared in front of him.

I wanted to leave like this.

Come to think of it, he shouldn't care, right?

Just keep an eye on these trivial things.

His words were sincere, showing his determination to serve the country with fists and fists.

"Bah~"

Thinking about it lazily.

Letter:

Standing in front of the grave.

Li Zhen nodded with satisfaction.

With a wave of his hand, he picked up a straw mat in the room, rolled up the person, and threw him into the coffin.

Sigh.

But it is a memorial that Zhang has not finished writing.

He pushed open the thatched door and waved his hands to disperse the smoke.

He was carrying a jug of wine and some gifts.

But even if he cares, Li Zhen won't care at all.

When I went back, there was another person outside Chuixiang Tower.

He clapped his hands and looked at his masterpiece in front of him.

He also heard some rumors in the early years.

In the years since Li Zhen left, some people who overestimated their capabilities had tried to break into the Chuixiang Tower.

But without exception, none of them came out.

This shocked countless people at the same time.

It even added a bit of awe to Li Zhen, an old Taoist priest who had lived for hundreds of years.

And Hong Xuanji is a smart man.

So, he never does anything that a smart person shouldn't do.

What's more, today is not a business trip.

Just as a private person, I would like to thank Old Immortal Li for his life-saving grace.

When Li Zhen was sitting under the tree, he heard this title blurt out from Hong Xuanji's mouth.

He couldn't wait to spit a mouthful of hot tea on this kid's face.

I was about to point at my face and ask him properly.

Are you an old man?

Let me ask you, are you a poor Taoist?

But think back.

It seems, seems, probably.

Really not too young anymore.

After all, there are more than a hundred people.

No matter how young you look because of your spiritual practice.

But age is always a fact that cannot be changed.

On the contrary, because of his youthful appearance, he is even more mysterious and incomprehensible in the eyes of the world.

Now that we have met, it is better to call him Old God.

If I couldn't meet him in person, I don't know what I would say in secret.

Some old monster or something like that.

Thinking about it, Li Zhen also felt that the title of Old God was not unacceptable.

It just lacks a bit of might and domineering.

It was slightly inconsistent with his previous image of Mr. Li Daozhang.

"Boom."

Hong Xuanji opened the wine jar and showed his courtesy.

This wine is said to be the divine drunkenness that has been popular in the capital in the past ten years.

The wine is good, the name is better.

Therefore it is quite popular.

As he spoke, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at Li Zhen slightly while pouring the wine.

There seemed to be a hint of a faint smile.

Seeing this, the corners of Li Zhen's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Look at this pirated version of the immortal drunk.

How could he not know who made this thing?

"Well done to you Bai Yuan!"

I muttered in my heart, but didn't explain anything.

He just looked at Hong Xuanji quietly, waiting for him to reveal his intention.

"Previously, thank you Taoist Master for your life-saving grace."

"I'll toast you with a toast."

After saying that, he picked up the big bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Wiping the corners of his mouth, he continued:

"After this incident, although His Majesty did not hold me responsible for my unfavorable protection, I was still rewarded."

"But I feel guilty, so I voluntarily go to sea to search for the immortal's remains, so as to prolong our great Zhou Dynasty for thousands of years."

"Therefore, this trip is also to say goodbye to the Taoist priest."

As he spoke, he drank another large bowl.

Li Zhen's eyes twitched when he saw it.

Are you sure your kid isn't just greedy and looking for an excuse to drink?

Instead, come to thank Pindao?

There are those who come to thank people with gifts.

In the end, he was the one who gave all the gifts to himself.

So Li Zhen ignored him.

He just drank his own chrysanthemum tea and silently watched him drink by himself.

Hong Xuanji said a lot.

Also drank a lot.

So much so that after the jar of pirated gods was drunk, not even a drop was left.

Get up and act like a normal person.

He bowed respectfully to Li Zhen, turned around and left.

Li Zhen didn't hide and accepted it with peace of mind.

He deserves this and there is no need to shy away from it.

As for what Hong Xuanji said, he didn't believe a word of it.

Why voluntarily go to sea to fight for the great Zhou Sheji?

Such nonsense.

Just deceive young people who have just left society.

We are all old foxes, what kind of chatting are we doing?

Hong Xuanji went crazy and let the capital live a good life.

I have to go out to sea by boat and live a precarious life.

It’s not that I’m stuck in my head and can’t think about it anymore.

There is a reason to do so.

Plus what he said when he came to see me last time.

Li Zhen smiled softly.

For a moment, I really didn’t know what to say to this pair of monarchs and ministers.

but.

There was one thing that really piqued Li Zhen's interest.

Are there really any traces of immortals overseas?

The answer should be no.

But there is no immortal, but he does not show others.

For example, there are traces of some people who have returned from beyond the brokenness.

But interested is interested.

If he really wants to go overseas, he will never refuse.

After all, even if there is a high probability that it is a method of martial arts practice.

Rather, it is his current method of cultivating immortals.

If that's the case, then why go to all the trouble to find something you're destined not to use?

That's not necessary.

If Zhao Ping and Hong Xuanji don't give up.

Then let them be.

Anyway, let them say whatever they want. Pindao always has the same sentence, two words:

Don't go!

After all, they are from the Zhou Dynasty.

And Li Zhen has always been an outsider.

Just like this time.

Because of him, the people of the world were saved from the possibility of a tragic fate.

But no one knows, no one says anything.

As for the benefits.

They only received verbal thanks from two people.

The only benefit is probably the disaster in his cultivation.

Have you made it through again?

All in all, it's a good thing.

Not a loss.

When Bai Yuan arrived, Li Zhen was shirtless and pulling weeds in the sky and earth at the foot of the hillside.

The sun was hot, making him sweat profusely.

This kind of thing doesn't necessarily require him to do it himself.

Once the fire goes down, no matter how tough the plant is, it will be almost completely burned.

But it's not all weeds, there are always some lucky beneficial plants hidden among them.

So Li Zhen regarded this physical work of pulling weeds as a treasure hunting game.

Every time you pull out excess weeds and find a useful plant.

He will become happy and smile.

I'm happier than finding money on the road.

Erqing didn't understand why his master was so happy.

It just reluctantly chews the weeds in the yard, silently acting as a tool to eliminate weeds.

Bai Yuan came at this time.

And, not alone.

He also brought along a tough-looking boy.

He looked about two or three years old and was hiding in Bai Yuan's arms.

He cautiously stuck his head out and looked at everything in front of him curiously.

"Whose concubine is this son of yours?"

Li Zhen took a sip of iced chrysanthemum tea and asked jokingly.

This old boy is not satisfied with having so many beautiful wives and concubines.

During the years when he was away from Beijing, he married several beautiful concubines.

Li Zhen couldn't help but complain about this kid.

With his little cultivation, he stopped practicing after just getting started.

Sooner or later, I'm going to die in bed.

However, Bai Yuan didn't care either.

They often talk about life being short and taking pleasure in time.

So Li Zhen stopped persuading him.

Everyone has the right to choose his own life, and he has no right to interfere.

I saw him coming up the mountain this time with a child.

Li Zhen naturally wanted to take him as his wife, but he didn't know that it was Bai Yuan's concubine who was the new one.

But what I didn't expect was that it was not the case.

Bai Yuan raised the boy in his arms to face him and said excitedly:

"My dear benefactor, this is my first grandson!"

"Chang'er, call the old god quickly."

"Old god!"

The child in his arms was not afraid of life and said in a crisp voice.

Seeing this, Li Zheng was stunned for a moment.

grandson?

So fast.

But think about it, the time seems to be about the same.

Only then did I suddenly realize.

It turns out that so much time has passed.

Bai Yuan's grandson can even make soy sauce.

And what about himself?

Do you even have a formal wife?

It's infuriating just thinking about it.

As a result, the look he looked at Bai Yuan became even more unpleasant.

"Why do you come to Pindao when you have nothing to do?"

She rolled her eyes at him and said angrily.

"hey-hey."

Bai Yuan smiled.

"Didn't I hear that your old man is back? Come and have a look."

"By the way..."

"What are you doing by the way?"

Li Zhen knew that this old boy would not just come to see him.

"By the way, now that you are back, is our fairy drunk...?"

You kid still dare to say this?

Pindao hasn't settled the score with you about the previous incident of selling fake wine.

Li Zhen became angry when he mentioned this matter.

"roll roll roll."

"Don't you see that Pindao's field is still empty? Just wait."

"Hey, eldest son, why don't you hurry up and help with grandpa?"

Looking at Bai Yuan and his grandson pretending, Li Zhen rolled his eyes inwardly.

But he didn't bother to stop it.

If they want to do it, then go ahead and do it.

It just so happened that I was a little tired too.

Lean back in your chair.

While rocking slowly, he began to snore.

A good sleep.

When I woke up, the moon was already high in the sky.

Bai Yuan and Bai Chang's figures didn't know when they left.

Only a neatly groomed field was left.

And the haystacks piled up in Erqing's residence.

Li Zhen smiled and didn't pay much attention.

He understood what Bai Yuan was thinking, and even more clearly what he wanted to express.

Just because you understand it doesn't mean you agree with it.

Bai Yuanren is old.

I have also spent too many comfortable days in the capital for so many years, and my passion for conquering the world has been worn away.

Now he is becoming more and more like a businessman.

The businessman values ​​profits and wants to pass on his huge wealth.

This is human nature and what should be done.

However, Bai Yuan is Bai Yuan, and Bai Chang is Bai Chang.

After all, two people cannot be considered the same.

The relationship and friendship between Li Zhen and Bai Yuan cannot be passed down like tangible benefits.

and so……

Bai Yuan's hard work will eventually be in vain.

What's more, can't he live for a long time?

The descendants of your own family must always be taken care of by yourself.

The mountains fall, but everyone runs.

Therefore, people have to rely on themselves to last long.

Thinking like this, Li Zhen made himself a pot of tea.

After drinking, he fell down and continued to sleep.

But he didn't expect that he and Bai Yuan would meet during the day.

It turned out to be a farewell.

Jingming forty-eight years, March 15th.

Bai Yuan died suddenly in his sleep.

Age: ninety-six

……

Bai Yuan died suddenly.

Li Zhen was stunned for a moment when he heard the news.

He turned around, but there wasn't much reaction.

He just went to the market and bought a few jars of fairy wine and drank it himself.

Moreover, he drank quite a bit.

A jar of immortal drunkenness was thrown away empty, and a new jar was brought up.

I originally thought I was going to get drunk.

In the end, I discovered that I wasn't even a little drunk.

Maybe it's because of the improvement in cultivation level.

When the wine reached my stomach, the alcoholism was dispelled before it even rose.

Except for a slightly stretched belly.

The rest is nothing.

This made Li Zhen a little helpless.

But since I can't get drunk, there's no point in drinking this wine.

Simply, I stopped drinking.

After all, pirated copies are not as powerful as genuine ones.

If there is a chance, I'd better treat him to a bottle of genuine wine.

This year, Li Zhen was less than 120 years old.

But along the way, I have seen too many old friends die.

Everyone in the world says longevity is good.

But no one can understand what a long life means.

That means that most of the people around you will pass away over time.

Until finally, you are the last one left walking alone...

Of course, compared to a long life, this disadvantage is almost negligible.

"Let's go!"

"We are also going to see our old friends off for the last time."

Li Zhen dropped the wine in his hand and said to Er Qing.

(End of this chapter)