I Am Immortal

  Chapter 68 Who is wrong?

  Last year, there was a [guest star] guilty of Altairus.

  Altair…

Qi Wuhuo calmly digested the rich amount of information in this sentence. The fortune teller rested his chin on one hand and looked at the young Taoist in front of him with a smile, as if waiting for him to show the astonishment he expected. Always maintained a restrained appearance, but closed his eyes, as if in deep thought.

  It turned out that I went to heaven...

  It turned out that the place where I meditated that day was the Milky Way in the sky.

   No wonder the sun and the moon are missing.

   No wonder you can't see the stars even when you look down.

   No wonder, just meditating for a year to get to the realm of all three talents.

Originally, a year of hard work, even if it is a day of non-stop meditation, can at most be worth twelve years of ordinary one hour a day, but it cannot be equal to the master's judgment of fifty years of qi circulation, and reach the realm of three talents; But the practice of breathing is to swallow the sun and the moon. On the Tianhe River, breathing the sun and the moon, and meditating in one day can almost be regarded as a hundred days of merit.

  But there was another question in Qi Wuhuo's mind.

  The current flow is turning, which is the luck machine.

   It will somewhat deplete one's own foundation.

  So at most one hour a day.

   Too much will hurt the body.

I have been meditating for a year. According to normal logic, my foundation has already been damaged, and my life treasure is broken. A year of time spent meditating on it.

  The fortune teller seemed to know what Qi Wuhuo was thinking, and lazily replied: "You are eating something wrong."

  He pointed to Qi Wuhuo's body, and said in an envious tone:

"The host of the cow is fierce, but it is also his duty to use the water of [Jiukan] to turn the three stars of [Luoyan] and cultivate [Tiantian]. It is rice, rising among the clouds is rain, and the golden crow and the jade rabbit are urged together to get it, which is what is called "yellow bud" in the world."

   "The yang moves and the yin changes, and the yellow buds grow gradually. The five leaves are uneven and yellow."

   "Zuditia buds open, releasing Zijinying. It begins to knot [Shendan Granules], Qing Guangyu Taisheng."

   "Calmly and transparently glowing. The inside and outside are radiant, and the dharma world is mixed."

   "The so-called [Rhubarb Court], [Rhubarb Bud] and [Shendan Grain] all refer to this thing."

   "It can be regarded as the top-grade [Immortal Food], the best thing to make up for the foundation, but it is also the most extravagant thing."

  Qi Wuhuo said: "The most extravagant?"

  The fortune teller said: "Natural is the most extravagant."

"This thing needs three hundred years to germinate, three hundred years to grow, three hundred years to mature, and one hundred years to dissipate the dryness before it can be eaten. Now that the Niu Xingxing Lord has come to Tiantian, after a thousand years, But accumulate three buckets and three liters."

   "And you, alone, actually ate a full bucket and a liter!"

   "And eating so much is just to help you make up for the losses you lost when you fled seven years ago."

  The always sloppy fortune teller looked at the young Taoist in front of him, wanted to say something, but finally couldn't help but sighed with a smile:

   "Even if it turns rice into water, and turns into rain into clouds."

   "It can be turned into rice, and there are fifteen catties of rice, how can you eat it?"

  The young Taoist's face was slightly red, he sat upright, with his palms on his knees, thought for a while, and just replied:

   "Because it's delicious..."

  The fortune teller was dumbfounded, then shook his head and said, "It's...a reason."

   "You haven't eaten anything good."

"This kind of thing in the sky absorbs the energy of the sun and the moon, grows in the glow of the sunset, and needs to be watered with the water of the stars flowing in the Milky Way, that is, if you have enough patience to meditate for a year, If you don’t have such patience, no matter how much you eat, most of your energy will be gone, just wasted.”

  But he immediately said: "Of course, the taste is actually the biggest benefit."

   "Other functions can be compensated by their own pills."

   "It's just that there is no such luxury."

  Qi Wuhuo said, "Mister, do you know Uncle Yun?"

  The sloppy fortune teller sighed: "I know, I always know, otherwise what would he ask you to do with me?"

   "It's just that I have some friendship with him, and he refuses to give me these yellow buds."

   "You little bull nose, why should he feed you?!"

   "Eat that much."

   "Whose face is so big?"

   "I didn't get any."

   "You eat so much."

   "I eat just one liter and he hides it like a thieves."

   "You ate a bucket and a liter? Fifteen catties!"

   "Could it be that you are a little ox-nosed, you followed an old ox-nosed."

   "He also has a cow, so is it good for you?"

   "So, the next time I find him, I will lead two cows, a bull and a cow, will he give me more food?"

  The sloppy fortune teller kept talking about why Qi Wuhuo was allowed to eat so much and why he wasn't given it.

  He looked up at Qi Wuyou, swept his sleeves impatiently, and said:

   "You should already know what you want to know, so I won't keep you anymore, I'll wait and see here..."

   "Wait until the end of the night."

  He raised his head as he spoke, looking peacefully at the heavy rain clouds in the sky as Qi Wuhuo had seen when he came, his brows furrowed.

  Qi Wuhuo said: "Mr. met a guest yesterday, count how much it rains today."

  The fortune teller said: "Yes."

   "It's raining today, and the amount of rain I calculated is about one centimeter and three centimeters away, and there are still six hours left today"

  Qi Wuhuo said: "Sir, did you make a mistake?"

   "Did I miscalculate?"

  The fortune teller suddenly sighed, and only said lightly:

   "He was wrong."

   This typo seems to have a lot of meaning.

After finishing speaking, I didn't say anything more, just a few sentences, Qi Wuhuo still couldn't see the whole picture of the matter, seeing the fortune teller didn't seem to want to continue talking, so he left, and he understood why he was able to survive a year. Then set foot on the [Three Talents] level.

  Walking on the road, I felt that my inspiration, primordial spirit, primordial qi, and primordial spirit had all reached a state of perfection.

   Lively and pure.

  My heart is full of joy.

Thinking of Yunqin's answer, my mind moved naturally, and I have already walked to the [city] where merchants gather in Zhongzhou Fucheng, such as Zhongzhou Fucheng These big cities are divided into squares and cities, and [squares] are places where people live, [ City] is the place where goods are traded, no mixing is allowed, and there is a nightly curfew, so there is a saying of "open market".

In the plan, merchants who sell similar goods are gathered in one workshop. If you want to buy a lot of similar things, you can do it all at once, saving time for traveling merchants. I have to run a few more times, the boy remembered that there was a poem in his dream. ‘In the east market you can buy horses, in the west market you can buy saddles, in the south market you can buy bridles, and in the north market you can buy long whips. ’ That’s it.

   Maybe it's the New Year's Eve, and the city is very lively with people coming and going.

There are candy figurines and candied gourds, with residential houses on both sides, some open their doors to do business inside, and some set up small vendors within the scope allowed by the imperial court, starting from thousands of five hundred steps in the direction of the tower, and spreading to The bridge is a place where stalls are allowed. Whenever there is no curfew at night, the lights are always bright and full of life.

  Every day at the fifth watch, monks from various monasteries strike iron signs or follow wooden fish gates to announce the dawn, and the market at Zhumen Bridge opens.

  Because it is winter and the sky is still dark, restaurants light up candles and sell more, each serving is only twenty yuan, and porridge, rice and snacks are included.

  Occasionally, there are those who sell facial cleanser and decoct some soup and tea until dawn.

The breath of life is far from what the village can compare to. Qi Wuhuo looked at the people passing by, and the children who were led by their parents, holding sugar figurines in their hands. The mask, the warmth of the world of mortals, the heart is relaxed, the rotation of the soul is much more relaxed, and when I found a snack selling pastries, someone came out to say hello, "Does the Taoist priest want some candy too?"

   "What do you want?"

  Qi Wuhuo saw the dazzling array of snacks inside, and said gently:

   "I want osmanthus cake, divide it into two parts."

   Thinking about sending some to the elves in the mountains, he quickly prepared the work. When Qi Wuhuo took it, he suddenly noticed a strange feeling, and the palm of his hand once again felt the dampness that he felt in front of the fortune teller's booth yesterday.

   And a strange, fishy smell like water.

It's him?

  PS:

  The verse is "Nankezi · Zhang Daoyi Asking Huangya" written by Yuan Chongzi, a disciple of Qiu Chuji.

  The street vendors in the city are the handwritten prose "Tokyo Menghualu Volume 3" written by Meng Yuanlao of the Song Dynasty

  It will be on the shelves at 12:00 in the morning, please help to place the first order.

  (end of this chapter)