Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 2
In the next few days, Fang Yan pondered the silk cloth in his hand every day when he was free. Young people always do this, although Fang Yan knew that if he took this silk cloth to the academy, the master would read the contents on it. Tell yourself, but dialect doesn't want to do this, just ponder for yourself, every time you recognize one more sentence, dialect will be happy for a long time.

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and the dialect still hasn't connected all the characters on the silk scarf. There are many characters in the middle that seem to be older than the ancient characters, and the source of the characters can't be found in Shuowen Jiezi, but the dialect is not without gain. , with the confirmation of two more words, this small paragraph has been connected into a paragraph.

Looking at the passage in front of him, dialect didn't want to mention how proud he was, he put down the thick book in his hand, and began to study this short passage "...Luoshan...spiritual consciousness, as a tool, god as spirit, guides the world Spiritual energy enters the body to worship and refine Naiquan... Holding the silk cloth in his hand, his eyes stared at the ancient text on it, and the dialect was stunned without realizing it, as if he was unaware of the flow of time, just pondering over the meaning of these messy words .

After a while, Fang Yan seemed to have realized something, so he sat on the ground and breathed slowly. After an unknown period of time, Fang Yan felt a hot air flowing through his body, which was very comfortable.Fang Yan laughed a few times: "I understand, I understand. It turns out that the things recorded in Soshen's notes are not all false."

Fang Yan began to control the hot air to rotate in the body along a mysterious route. After a while, Fang Yan felt that there was something more in his stomach, as if there was a small ball, and he could control it. When he lifted it casually, a water arrow shot out out.

For a while, the interest in dialect increased greatly, and he ran to the courtyard to play, but after a while, dialect found that after firing three water arrows, the small ball in his body became very weak, and he needed to rely on the heat in his body to replenish slowly .

Now that Dialect already knows that he has mastered the technique of 'water archery', what Dialect got from this silk scarf is a method of introducing qi into the body and two spells. One of the spells is the water archery that dialect has practiced just now. Dialect has only so much ability at the moment, and the other is sacrificial alchemy, but the literal meaning of this sacrificial alchemy is understood by dialect, so I tried it on things in my house. There is no effect in the body several times, it seems that there is still a problem with my method.

In the past, dialects have heard about the art of cultivating immortals in various miscellaneous books, and also heard many stories about cultivating immortals. It is said that the three emperors and five emperors in ancient times were all people who practiced immortality. Dialect only thought that these things were attached to by the predecessors, and never took it seriously. Unexpectedly, he practiced spells today. Although they are just a few water arrows, they are not much better than children's bows and arrows. At most, they will wet people's clothes. But Fang Yan found that a door seemed to appear in front of him, and outside the door was a scenery that Fang Yan had never imagined.

Fang Yan absorbed the spiritual energy in his own courtyard, and within half an hour, the spiritual energy in his body was fully replenished. Fang Yan felt that the spiritual energy in his body was more than last time, and after sending out a few water arrows, he continued to draw the energy into his body , Repeated seven or eight times, Dialect felt that the aura contained in his body had increased a lot. With the increase in the number of cycles, it is no longer as obvious as the increase in the aura in the first two times. Dialect's water arrow talisman can emit seven or eight The number of water arrows is more than twice that of the beginning.

Dialect lay on the bed, thinking about what happened to him today. Since these legends are true, maybe the things he read before may be true?Dialect, who was on the verge of getting excited, decided at the moment to go to the pawn shop tomorrow, so he took his half-year vacation.

On the second day, the pawn shop went to the room.

Hearing the dialect's words, Chen Sanye didn't say anything. At this time of the year, Fangyan would ask for a few days off. Three days later, it would be the anniversary of the death of Fangyan's father, Fang Liren. In the past, Fangyan asked for leave one day in advance, unlike this year's three days earlier. God, as a son of man, filial piety comes first, Chen Sanye didn't say much, and approved the dialect holiday with a wave of his big hand.

The tomb of Fang Liren is no longer on the outskirts of the city, but in Zihua Mountain, a hundred miles away from Fenzhou, there is a Zhuangzi called Fangjiazhuang, where the ancestors of the Fang family lived. The house was used as his residence after retirement. Speaking of it, Fangjiazhuang in Zihua Mountain is the old house of the Fang family. After the Fang family in Fenzhou Prefecture fell into ruin, many younger generations returned to Zihua Mountain.

The tomb of the Fang family is also near Fangjiazhuang in Zihua Mountain, and the cemetery of Fang Liren and his wife is also here. Fang Liren's body was not found, but the clothes and objects he had worn during his lifetime were buried inside.

After Dialect returned to Zihua Mountain, he did not enter Fangjiazhuang. Although he belonged to the same family, the ones closest to him were seven or eight generations away, and there was no acquaintance at all. Chushan Temple is not far from the tomb of the Fang family. A row of grottoes dug out of the mountain has become a mountain temple at some point.

The purpose of Dialect's early return is precisely this mountain temple. When he was staying overnight, Dialect and the temple guard hit it off very well. He read a lot of his books, and learned many things about gods and monsters from here. With the adventure, Dialect naturally wanted to go and see if there were any omissions in the past.

"Little Layman Fang, why is it you, oh, it's been another year." As soon as Fang Yan entered the mountain temple, he heard a question from the front, it was the temple guard who claimed to be the real Yuan Yi.

"Taoist Yuan, I need to disturb you for a few more days." Fang Yan stretched out his hand and handed a cloth bag behind him to Yuan Yi. It was a bag of polished rice, which was regarded as rations for these few days.

Yuan Yi didn't refuse, took the rice bag and said: "It's okay, you still live in that cave over there, go clean it up first, we'll talk later." Carrying the rice bag in dialect, he went back to his room.

Dialect didn't take it seriously, Yuan Yi only wanted this kind of virtue, and he wished that someone would come to stay every day, so that he could have some extra money. If Taoist priests were not exempted from hard labor and tax, Yuan Yi would have left this dilapidated mountain temple long ago.

After hastily tidying up a place to sleep, Fang Yan also came outside and patted Yuan Yi's window: "Yuan Yi, I'll go to your bookstore to have a look."

"I know you must be going there, I don't know what's so good about those things, so go go."

Ignoring Yuan Yi's nagging, Fang Yan raised his legs and walked into the bookstore. He said it was a bookstore, a small cave next to Yuanyi, and there were not many books, only a few dozen. There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and even the books were already in tatters.

Fang Yan carefully picked up a book of mountains and rivers and browsed it. After a while, Fang Yan found that his memory was surprisingly good. After reading the book once, he actually memorized it completely. Is this also the result of cultivation?

Dozens of books, and Kung Fu dialects were all memorized in my mind for a long time. In the end, dialects found that there were no things I needed in these books. Not much use.

Dialect left the Book Pavilion with some disappointment, carefully recalling what he had just read, and after several times, he still did not find any cultivation methods. When he was in a trance, there were bursts of chanting in his ears. It turned out that it was Yuanyi next door. When doing homework, Yuan Yi is not considered a master, but he never fails to do his daily homework.

Fang Yan laughed twice, and planned to go back to his room to rest for a while, suddenly, Fang Yan was stunned: "The way of heaven is impermanent, only the vitality lasts forever, and the energy of one element circulates in the sky, and everything happens on the earth... ..."

For a while, Fang Yan was attracted by Yuan Yi's chanting, and with Yuan Yi's chanting, a lot of doubts in Fang Yan's heart were solved for a while, so it was so, so it was. Unexpectedly, there is a big content in the scriptures.

It’s just that Yuan Yi is just a fake Taoist priest after all, and what he reads over and over again is a scripture. The dialect is already very satisfied. What is it?"

"This is the Nine Essentials of the Supreme Master handed down by my master. Hey, dialect, why do you ask this, do you understand?"

Hearing Yuan Yi's question, Dialect was a little puzzled: "Yuan Yi, you have read scriptures for decades, do you not understand the content at all?"

Yuan Yiyi opened his eyes: "If I understand, why am I still here, dialect, you really understand."

Dialect shook his head: "I understand a little bit, but I still need to think about it. Do you have the original scripture?"

Yuan Yi shook his head: "No, this is a scripture handed down by my master orally." Seeing that dialect still wanted to ask some questions, Yuan Yi waved his hand: "Don't worry about anything else, dialect, you come with me, maybe, today You can really get out of this damn place."

Fang Yan didn't understand Yuan Yi's words, so Yuan Yi in front of him had already stepped into the hall, and he didn't forget to wave his hand to greet Fang Yan to follow him. Not knowing what Yuan Yi was going to do, Fang Yan still followed Yuan Yi into the hall after thinking about it.

(End of this chapter)