In the great world of martial arts, you use the Tao of Talisman to rule the ages

Chapter 4 The warm sun of the twelfth lunar month
  The embers of charcoal fire, the stars dotted with red light.

The room fell into darkness, and the cold wind howled outside, pushing in through the cracks in the door.

Chen Lin's pair of black eyes reflected the weak firelight in the stove, and he exhaled a long breath, which condensed into white mist and dispersed in the air.

"Great joy and great sorrow!"

"It's nothing more than this."

He is a waste in the world of immortality. He only entered Taoism after nearly a month.

It turned out that he was a genius in the world of martial arts, and he automatically entered Taoism after reciting the exercises a few times. Even though he had practiced before, his aptitude was probably too high.

"If the bodies of the two realms could be swapped, others would no longer have to fight for the master's true inheritance..."

Unfortunately, no.

It was impossible for him to have another epiphany, break the void on the spot, and rush over to teach the master the truth.

I don't know what to say.

Chen Lin grabbed a handful of hay in the dark and lit the fire again.

Then, he took off the earthenware pot on the stove and found that the mouth of the pot had been blackened. He thought something bad was going on in his heart. When he opened it, he saw that the gruel inside had turned into a burnt rice...

The imagination for a better future has not yet begun.

The bleak reality has hit home.

"Alas! Geniuses are amazing... Geniuses don't need to eat to cultivate immortality!"

After scooping out all the thin rice cakes and sprinkling a few grains of bad salt on it, Chen Lin started eating with a dark expression on his face.

The crispy rice was too dry and not filling at all.

Chen Lin weighed the brown rice he bought during the day, and finally sighed, then went outside to get a jar of snow and returned to continue cooking.

"Monks really have to eat. If they don't have enough to eat, they will be killed just by practicing."

The monk's magic power comes from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but it also needs the support of the vitality of the human body.

If the essence is insufficient, forced cultivation will deplete the body.

Without food, eating wind and drinking dew, the magic power can become stronger and stronger, and the realm is getting higher and higher. This is something that only a powerful person can do.

It has nothing to do with these noobs.

Therefore, Master Xuan Fu in the world of cultivating immortals has never failed to provide them with food. In other aspects, they have to be self-reliant. Only in terms of food, they have the help of cooks and cooks at the foot of the mountain.

The sudden enlightenment-like practice just now made his body feel empty, as if a piece of his heart had been dug out of thin air.

The body was as torn as a sack, and it really couldn't squeeze out a drop of essence.

Eat a few bites of the newly cooked hot porridge.

My body immediately felt much better.

Drowsiness also followed.

This body had been cutting firewood a few days ago, and had walked twenty miles back and forth during the day to sell firewood in the county town. Under such circumstances, cultivating immortality and becoming a Taoist became the last straw.

Ha~~
  Chen Lin opened his mouth and added more firewood to the stove, which could last for about two hours.

Be prepared to add more if you wake up in the middle of the night.

The cold wind howled outside the door.

He lay fully clothed on the cobbled bed beside the stove, covered with a straw-filled linen quilt, looking at the moonlight on the snowy night coming through the crack in the door...

"The first step to becoming an immortal master was taken inexplicably."

"But if you want to continue practicing, you can't just eat brown rice. You have to supplement your diet with meat, and you have to eat enough."

"There are also talismans. I should pay attention to the materials next time I go to the city. I hope they are not expensive."

"Waiting for next month, I have to ask Master to find out what the qualifications of my current body are..."

Touching my rumbling belly.

Chen Lin curled up and fell asleep in the warmth from the stove.

Have a good night's sleep.

Wait until he opens his eyes again.

I happened to hear the long cry of the snow eagle flying in the sky.

"Snow eagles are only active during the day... is it daytime now?"

Chen Lin stood up immediately and turned around to see that the firewood in the stove had been extinguished for a long time, leaving only a pile of gray plant ashes.

The golden beam shines through the door cracks and other gaps into the dim room, and clearly visible dust is swaying in the light.

Snapped!
  The wooden door flapped, blowing in a cool breeze unique to the early morning.

"It's really morning."

"You didn't wake up from the cold last night?"

Chen Lin opened the door in surprise. As far as the eye can see, there is a field of snow.

The sun actually came out in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month!

The sky is clear and the clouds are clear, the weather is chilly and quiet.

The snow-capped mountains are covered with silver, and the golden warm light and morning glow illuminate the sky. The sound of wind blows the snowflakes, and they all fall on the person who opens the door.

There is warmth in the cold world.

Chen Lin couldn't help but walked a few steps into the snow, walked under the golden sunshine, and stretched to his heart's content in the cold wind.

Miraculously, he didn't feel very cold.

A warm current circulated in his body, always maintaining his body temperature...

"It's the magic power of the Flame Wood Sutra!"

"I didn't expect this technique to have such miraculous effects!"

He opened his palms, and the dry and chapped skin had quietly healed, leaving only the calluses from cutting wood and hunting. The other parts were as smooth as jade, more like the hands of a rich man.

Even the frozen and stiff wound on the foot has softened, blood is faintly visible, and there are signs of recovery.

squeak~
  The aunt next door trembled as she pushed the door open and came out. She suddenly saw someone standing in the snow and jumped back in fright.

She took another closer look and realized it was the son of the bad gambler in the next room.

I have become more diligent since my father died.

He looked like a Zhou Zheng person before, but now he seems to be different.

"My dear, are you going to chop wood?"

The aunt hesitated to speak. For some reason, she was afraid to speak out. Facing the current Chen Lin was like a stone in her heart, which made her feel inexplicable pressure.

"Huh?" Chen Lin turned around when he heard the voice.

"I said, are you going to chop wood now?"

"No," Chen Lin showed a bright smile in the sunshine, "I'd better go back to cook and eat!"

"Goodbye, aunt!"

"Hey, if you're going to chop wood today, help me chop a bunch of wood. I'll give you five cents."

"it is good!"

Watching the door close.

Auntie continued to watch and murmured to herself:
  "I know something is different about him. Today he smiled. This young man usually doesn't smile..."

"You look so handsome when you smile..."

"Ouch!"

"Why did you just say to give him five cents? That's the price in the county town, and he doesn't have to carry it to the county town to sell me!"

"What a loss, what a loss!"

……

……

"Qingfeng Talisman, Ji!"

In the room, there was a palm-sized wooden board in front of Chen Lin, with a few simple runes drawn on it with clear water, and the magic power contained in it was glowing.

Center the board.

A breeze blew gently.

The wood fire cooking rice porridge on the stove became a little more intense.

The talisman composed of clear water persisted for ten breaths, and then suddenly collapsed, the magic power inside dispersed back to the heaven and earth, the breeze subsided, and there was a burst of clear spirit.

"The talent of this body is indeed extraordinary! The six-stroke Qingfeng Talisman, using wood as paper, fingers as pen, and water as ink... can actually be drawn in one go in such a simple environment!"

"Unfortunately, the normal Breeze Talisman can last for half an hour, but the one I used was water and wooden boards. It is not like the cinnabar talisman that can lock the mana and aura, so it collapsed in less than ten breaths."

"In the future, we will use animal blood or cinnabar instead, and use some serious materials for the talismans. It should be able to improve..."

"Although my talisman cultivation in the world of immortality is not going well, I have memorized all the talismans that may be useful here in advance."

The talisman for finding people and finding Qi, the talisman for slowing the movement of dead wood, the talisman for stopping bleeding and repairing wounds, the talisman for clearing and detoxifying...

There are more than ten species.

In this world of martial arts, there are also talisman priests, but according to previous memories, they are all deceptive tricks. Even if there are real miracles, they are done with the power of martial arts masters and have nothing to do with the talismans themselves.

And all the things he brought back were genuine.

Something that has never appeared in this world——

A real spell!
  Chen Lin was thinking about it and suddenly saw steam coming out of the stove. He realized that the rice porridge was ready, but could no longer be cooked into crispy rice. He quickly brought it down first to appease his gurgling stomach.

(End of this chapter)