I Am Immortal

  Chapter 120 Three Pillars of Fragrance Ascension

  That is the teacher of the emperor.

After Qi Wuhuo said these words, he left, walked into the world of mortals, and gradually walked away, only the fortune-teller whispered a few words, and then sat back on the wooden stake, feeling that the six Shu Lang, who really couldn't chew this word, wanted to scold him for his ignorance, but he seemed to be able to see the extremely heavy burden on the young man's back.

  Under such heavy pressure, these six characters have a youthful spirit.

  Even the gentleman in gray couldn't help sighing, saying:

   "It's time to drink!"

   "When you are young, your spirits are the best thing to drink."

  "Old people are corrupt, and they are the most disgusting things in the world."

  The fortune teller shook his head and sighed: "It's just that you can't do this with just a word. There are many and rare things. It depends on what you plan to do."

   "Don't say empty words."

  He stretched out his hand and took out the inside of the sleeve robe, and took out some dried sweet potatoes that had been steamed and dried.

Putting it in his mouth and biting it, he recalled the scene where the vitality and the essence of the young man merged. Even he couldn't help admiring again and again: "All things are formed by congenital transformation, and all things want to practice to reverse this scene. Most of them are taking pills and swallowing bait, and those who can walk the earth's veins are already superior, let alone what this little ox nose did before."

   "Wuji is the supreme one."

"Even this is the first time I've seen it. Even those who are too skilled, from the three talents to the innate one-qi, although they don't rely on external things, they still need to concentrate on it and use God's guidance to break through. This is a failure." In the lower vehicle of [The Law of Consciousness], there has never been such a combination of mind and energy, qi and essence, tsk tsk, strange, strange, really strange."

Fu said to himself again: "I heard that the Great Master Xuandu seems to be the person fabricated by Emperor Wa in the first place. He is considered to be more than half of the innate soul. In addition to being enlightened by Taishang, the three talents have gathered together as soon as he was born. The rest of the disciples, too. They all achieved the innate qi by keeping the spirit, but later, they each took different paths.”

   "From this point of view, isn't this little guy the only one who is almost comparable to Taishang at this level of realm since ancient times?"

   "This can be regarded as the real Tai Shang Zhen Biography..."

   "Maverick nose, amazing!"

   "The next time we have a chance to meet, I should treat you to a drink, haha... Lao Tzu? Um, [Lao Tzu]?"

  He was suddenly puzzled.

  I don’t know why I, who was always paying attention to my words, suddenly and instinctively said the name [Lao Tzu].

  Then he noticed the self-spirit that tried his best to warn.

   "Huh? The little guy is too halal..."

   "Tai Shang?"

   "Too good!!"

The fortune teller in gray clothes clapped his hands and shouted out of joy, but suddenly he seemed to realize something, his words stuck in his neck as if suddenly caught by a rope, he murmured a few times, his eyes twitched Straight, the dried sweet potatoes in his mouth became less sweet.

   Not only is it not sweet, it's like a knife pulling your throat.

   Then sweating all over his head.

Um? Alas? ! !

  He is from the Taishang lineage, but his teacher may not be Taishang, right?

  I seem to have said something about the old cow nose?

Um? Ah, ah ha ha ha, is that me? it's me? I said? Ah ha ha ha ha, no, no...

  Plop! !

  The fortune teller stood up, then knelt down towards the east as soon as his knees softened.

  In the afternoon, when the monk passed by with the picked herbs on his back, he looked at the fortune-teller kneeling there holding three sticks of incense, his brows raised, and he asked doubtfully, "What are you doing?"

   "Buddhism has no tradition of kneeling for incense."

   "Kneeling? Hehe, stupid, which eye of yours saw me kneeling?!"

   "Baldy, open your eyes!"

   "I'm stretching my waist!"

   "I just ate more tofu recently, and played with the little girls more happily, and my knees are weak, so this is more comfortable!"

   "Do you understand, you!"

   "You really don't understand anything, Baldy!"

  The fortune teller sneered hard.

  By the way, he knelt straight and straight, his back was as straight as the barrel of a gun.

  The great monk shook his head, and said lightly: "Although you don't have much Dharma practice, but the poor monk suddenly thinks that you can burn relics."

   "The mouth is tough enough."

   "The only relic that has been burned with a pair of mouths since ancient times."

   The fortune teller was furious.

  But he always kept his kneeling posture and didn't move.

   After kneeling for three incense sticks, it was already dark, but his face was full of sorrow and mourning.

   Suffering, suffering, what should I do?

   Really big trouble.

  —For fortune tellers, one of the most important things is to avoid.

  The top fortune tellers don't have infinite magical methods and supernatural powers, and they feel that everything in the world can be counted as soon as they raise their hands.

   Such people often die so that the grass on their graves is three feet high.

   Instead, you should know how to restrain yourself.

   Know what you shouldn't count, what you shouldn't know, it's best not to even think about it.

  Knowing what to say is to enter the door, knowing to shut up is to leave the teacher.

Now that I know the little Taoist's footsteps, there will inevitably be problems with the way I treat the little Taoist after that, and I will definitely take care of him and be polite. This is consistent with the original intention of the little Taoist to come out to practice Violation, after all, everyone knows that the Taishang lineage is the most difficult and the highest, but the Three Realms and Six Paths are notoriously free.

  Like herding sheep...

  Old Niu's nose squeaked and disappeared.

  The corner of the fortune teller's mouth twitched, and he strangled the thought to death.

   He smacked his mouth gently.

   After thinking about it, I came again.

   Then he cupped his hands toward the east, with a sad face: "You have a lot of adults, and you have a lot of adults. My child has been talking since he was a child."

   "Don't have the same knowledge as a child like me, not the same."

  Mr. Gray coat sighed, feeling a headache—

  My own spirit is too sharp.

Practitioners cultivate inner perfection, and there is no direct relationship between the level of realm and the level of combat power. Some real people have no match for the world with a single breath of sword energy, but they don't know anything except the method of killing foreign demons; Even if he received the talisman and became a human immortal, his realm was also high, but what he is good at is actually alchemy, or what he cultivates is the clarity of the soul, and what he does is divination.

  The most famous ones are Clairvoyance and Shunfeng Ear.

  The realm is not low, and the combat power is stretched.

  If the magic weapon is handed over, it will be two fools.

However, the means of avoiding disasters and avoiding disasters are extremely high. Many people of the same generation either fell in the event of disasters, or died in fighting with others. But it is getting taller and stronger, and when I look back, my peers are all dead, but the two of them are already living in front of the Lingxiao Palace.

   Among the gods and generals of the heavens, he was not the most able to fight. The Giant Spirit God beat them both with one hand.

  But it is definitely one of the most famous generals.

  Mr. Huiyi's own sexual acuity is roughly equivalent to those two added together and still appear sharp.

  Once you know it, it is equivalent to keeping your thoughts and minds in mind all the time.

It is useless for others to recite this name, but his sharp and clear spirit has a high probability of being noticed by that person directly. It was noticed by that great disciple, the Great Emperor Wuxian Lingguan.

  If you take another sip.

   Maybe it will be smashed directly from a stove in the Xuandu Palace of the Thirty-six Heavenly Purple Mansion.

  Dare to scold my master?

   Good death!

  At that time, I could only go back to my hometown honestly.

   Find that guy to take shelter and hide there, even Xuandu can't kill him.

  Unless two people fight for real.

   "Then what am I running out of!"

   "Then I ran out in vain!"

  So Mr. Huiyi wished he could dig a hole and bury himself immediately, wished he could raise his head to the sky and scream.

   His mother's, why should I recognize this! !

   Nima's, why! !

  So he thought for a long time, and threw himself directly into the wine tank, drinking enough wine.

   Released the avatar, uninterruptedly exerting the supernatural power of sealing and cognition to one's own spirit.

  Until my soul forgets about it.

   means 【avoid disaster】.

  …………

Qi Wuhuo returned to the Lianyang Temple. When he returned, the little Taoist priest Mingxin was running after a chicken, but the little Taoist priest was young and his legs were not long enough, but the three yellow chicken was extremely sharp. , moving around, especially tricky, the little Taoist yelled don't run, don't run, and followed behind with a big broom in his hand, but he couldn't catch it.

  The little Taoist priest Ming Xin stood there leaning on a broom, panting heavily, and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat flowing down his chin.

   Gritting his teeth, he was already exhausted: "Don't run, don't run!"

"return!"

"return!!"

Finally, the little Taoist got up his courage, raised a broom high, and then it fell heavily towards the front. The three yellow chicken flapped its wings a few times, and then flew up. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the little Taoist, it flew over three Mi, and then flung towards the outside, there was actually a little bit of disdain and a little bit of elegance in those eyes, which made a little Taoist gnash his teeth.

  The old Taoist priest was still stroking his beard and watching the joke.

  The little Taoist turned around and stepped on the tunnel: "Master, you are still laughing!"

   "Okay, okay, stop laughing, stop laughing."

   "Then what do you want Master to do?"

Just when Mingxin watched the three yellow chickens about to fly away, suddenly a gust of flowing water turned into a rope and pulled the three yellow chickens. The water mist was quite beautiful in the sun, and the three yellow chickens had to restrain their wings and land. When he got down, the little Taoist priest ran over with his arms outstretched, and with a little jump, he hugged the three yellow chickens in his arms. The chickens were still struggling, and the little Taoist priest refused to let them go, he was very happy.

  The mist dissipated like a dream, and then saw the young Taoist coming back from the outside with the sword box on his back.

  The little Taoist greeted each other happily.

   "Uncle Qi!"

"What's this?!"

   "It's amazing, what kind of trick?!"

  The young Taoist laughed and said, "It's not worth mentioning."

After cultivating the innate qi, the primordial qi is not comparable to the vitality of the human body, it can be out of the body, so the primordial spirit draws the vitality, and gathers the water vapor with the method, which turns into the previous method. The young Taoist swept his sleeve robe, the water vapor gathered, It fell into the river on one side again, with ripples, but there was no smoke, and he himself had entered the Taoist temple.

  Little Taoist Ming Xin only felt happy, and walked forward with the three yellow chickens in his arms.

  The expression of the old Taoist has changed. At first, he thought that he had made a mistake, so he got up subconsciously. After several times of investigation, he finally looked at the young Taoist in disbelief, took a breath, and asked tentatively:

   "Fellow Daoist, have you made a breakthrough?"

  Qi Wuhuo nodded.

  The old Taoist sighed: "Fellow Taoist is sixteen years old this year?"

  The young Taoist replied: "In a few days, after the New Year's Eve, you will be sixteen years old."

   "Sixteen years old..."

  The old Taoist murmured for a long time, then sighed, "Good talent!"

   "Good savvy!"

   "Even if you started practicing Taoism at the age of six, it shouldn't be ten years since you entered Taoism?"

  Qi Wuhuo thought for a while, and replied, "Well, less than ten years."

   "Less than ten years, less than ten years."

Holding the volume of Daoist scriptures in his hands, the old Taoist shook his head and sighed for a long time. He really didn't know what to say, and said: "In ten years, you can walk the road of three talents, step by step to the innate one qi, and you can do it thoroughly. Calling [Taoist], not just a Taoist priest, alas, it is really fearful for future generations, for future generations to be feared."

   Then he watched his disciple walk around happily holding the three yellow chickens.

The Taoist scripture in the hands of the old Taoist patted the young Taoist's head lightly and said: "Look at your uncle, you are about to be eleven years old, don't say that you are born with a qi, you can go out and open a Taoist temple by yourself Level, even the three talents have not been cultivated, look at you, and then look at your uncle Qi!"

  The little Taoist covered his head, but when he let go, the three yellow chicken wings flew away again.

  Ming Xin glanced at the three yellow chickens who ran away wrongedly, and replied: "Then Master, you are in Uncle Qi's grade, are you born with a qi?"

  The old Taoist priest was suddenly blocked.

  The little Taoist asked: "If you can't even do it, why should I do it?"

  The old Taoist couldn't laugh or cry, so he brought up the Taoist scriptures, and said, "Xiao Niubi, you can really speak."

   "Does the buttocks itch again?"

The little Taoist priest Mingxin turned pale with fright, covered his forehead with one hand, and trotted quickly. The old Taoist, who still had a childlike innocence, also played and played with him. While playing, the old man turned his head and smiled and said to the young man, "Cultivate the innate qi." , any dharma vein is a big deal, fellow daoist, can you write a letter to the master to talk about it?"

  Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "No need."

  He carried the sword box on his back and pushed away the main hall of the Taoist temple.

It is also the only place in the entire Lianyang Temple that can be regarded as magnificent. When I saw the statue of Sanqing, I thought about it and took three incense sticks from the side of the table. I was only slightly shocked, and the vitality quickly passed by, and it was already ignited. , when casting a spell, it is necessary to cooperate with the Dharma Altar, Dharma Jue, and Fingerprints, but now, with the circulation of Yuan Qi, many methods can be used without these procedures.

  Taoist temples all worship Sanqing.

   It's just that some are centered on Yuanshi.

  Some take ether as the main **** in the middle.

  Lianyang Temple, the Lord worships the Supreme Being.

At this moment, the old Taoist has also achieved success, with the little Taoist in one arm, and three yellow chickens in the other hand. The little Taoist Mingxin has a few chicken feathers in his hair, and curiously said: "It's not morning and night, Uncle Qi How do you offer incense to the Great Heavenly Venerables of the Three Purities?" The old Taoist thought for a while, and then praised: "It is free and easy, and there are no Taoists in the world who are not disciples of the Taoist ancestor."

   "So after he broke through, he didn't send a letter to his teacher."

   "Only offer incense to Sanqing."

   "So that's the case, can the Sanqing Datianzun know?"

  The old Taoist's voice paused for a moment, and he only smiled and said, "Sincerity makes spirit."

  The young Taoist bowed slightly, then put three pillars of fragrance into the incense burner, and said softly in his heart:

"teacher."

   "The disciple has made a breakthrough."

   "In addition, the disciple knows what to do."

The three pillars of fragrance rose up, Qi Wuhuo turned and walked away, the old Taoist over there greeted him, said with a smile that today's fellow Taoist made a breakthrough, and he should celebrate a little bit, the little Taoist added: "It means you can eat delicious food. "So the old Taoist patted his forehead lightly again, the old Taoist shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "It's just a glutton."

   Behind, three pillars of fragrance curled up.

  There seems to be a mystery, and there is a faint tendency to go straight to the sky, to the thirty-sixth heaven.

  but said at this moment—

  Heaven Realm·Purple Mansion Xuandu Palace.

   Master Xuandu is refining alchemy.

  (end of this chapter)