Taoist students

Chapter 7
At this moment, Dongfang Mo could clearly feel the difference in his surroundings. There seemed to be bursts of extremely strong, fragrance-like aura around him.

Slightly inhaling, suddenly felt unusually comfortable all over.

"This is your own aura, is the aura around you the spiritual aura?"

Dongfang Mo was a little suspicious.

After a while, I saw him laugh wildly: "God thief finally opened your dog eyes, hahahaha..."

It took a long time to restrain the ecstasy in my heart.

"The next step is to follow the eight meridians of one's own extraordinary meridian and accept it in the mortal body. During the period, pass through the dantian to create a sea of ​​​​qi, absorb the breath of the spirit in the sea of ​​​​qi and gather the sea of ​​​​spirituality. This is a success..."

Dongfang Mo didn't seem to need to work hard to control it, the spiritual breath just flowed through his body along his meridians, and most of it flowed to all parts of his body during the period, and finally only less than one-twelfth of the extremely pure breath was left. The milky white air flow passed through his dantian and occupied it.

And during the whole process, the spiritual breath flowing to all parts of his body seemed to be changing his body, expanding his meridians, and merging into his bones.

Dongfang Mo's only feeling is that he is fully enlightened and refreshed.

So he was immersed in this kind of enjoyment without hesitation, he seemed to forget the time, and completely entered the state of selflessness.

It wasn't until a whole day later, when the milky white air flow in his dantian was almost full, and he no longer felt any sensation anywhere in his body, that it gradually stopped.

Dongfang Mo slowly opened his eyes, looked at the stones around him that were emitting a hazy light, and secretly thought that his guess was right, this thing must be a spirit stone.

At this time, he stood up after not moving for a long time, moved his body, and there was a crisp "click" sound all over his body.At the same time, Dongfang Mo clearly felt that the tattered clothes on his body had become smaller again. It turned out that his body had grown several inches in the past few days.

"It's a pity, too much of the cultivation method was lost, otherwise I could continue to practice. It seems that my father didn't lie to me this time. This thing is indeed a method for cultivation."

"Cuckoo!"

At this moment, Dongfang Mo's stomach growled.It turned out that it was because I fell into this bottomless ravine for an unknown period of time and never ate.

Looking at the dark river in front of him, he didn't know where the dark river was going. If it continued like this, he would starve to death.

After a little thought, Dongfang Mo casually took two spirit stones from the side stone wall, jumped into the dark river with a plop, and tried to find out if there were any fish in the river with the faint light of the spirit stones in his hands. But the result disappointed him. There was nothing at the bottom of the river except sand.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo could only cast his eyes on the ice floes that wrapped the bodies of the beasts, and randomly chose a small ice floes, in which there seemed to be a beast that looked like an elk. Dongfang Mo climbed onto the ice floes, holding The spirit stone fell down immediately.

With a crisp sound of "pa", the spirit stone was actually torn apart, and traces of spiritual energy overflowed and scattered. I didn't expect that the ice floe was so strong.

So, throwing away the spirit stone in his hand, Dongfang Mo raised his fist and smashed it down.

"Boom... hiss!"

There was a sound of gasping for air, and he was covering his fists, tears streaming down from pain.

"Come again!"

This time, Dongfang Mo stepped on it.

However, the floating ice was only ups and downs stepped on by him, and there was still no sign of shattering.

In this way, after tossing and tossing for a long time, Dongfang Mo finally lay down on the ice floe tired.There is only the sound of rushing water, accompanied by the hazy white light around.

……

It might be a day or two, or it might be three or four days. In the dark underground, there is no concept of time. At this moment, Dongfang Mo is as hungry as a wolf with green eyes.

"Could it be that he was starved to death here instead of being thrown to death!" He couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart.

In this way, about another day has passed, and Dongfang Mo is ready to fail, and the only time he can try to satisfy his hunger is by gnawing on spirit stones.

In a daze, he seemed to hear some kind of abnormal noise, which was different from the rushing sound of the surrounding water, but he couldn't hear what it was.

During these days, Dongfang Mo was so hungry that he lost a lot of weight. At this time, he reluctantly raised his head, wanting to see where the strange noise came from in front of him, so as to confirm whether it was his hallucination.

But in the next moment, he suddenly woke up.

Because the abnormal sound was not a hallucination, this time he heard it clearly, it was real, and it was getting closer and closer to him.

When the ice floe drifted several hundred feet forward again, Dongfang Mo could already hear clearly that the source of the sound was not far ahead.

At first glance, it seems that a monk is chanting scriptures, accompanied by the sound of "dong dong dong" from time to time, beating wooden fish.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. Excited, he pawed at the stone wall with both hands, and pushed forward with all his strength.

Just after he walked another hundred feet, the voice of the scriptures was already clearly audible.

"Namo Amida Poye Dotagata Ye, Dodiye Ta Amitabavi, Amitabhi Dositampopi..."

When Dongfang Mo turned around a certain bend in the river, he saw a beam of light suddenly pouring down from top to bottom above the stone wall in front of him, from thin to wide.

In the middle of the beam of light pouring down, there is actually a lotus pond with a radius of tens of feet.

Among them, lotus flowers are in full bloom and colorful, some are as white as snow, some are as black as ink, and some are as red as sunset.

In the middle of the lotus pond, a winding path leads to the depths, and the sound comes from it.

Dongfang Mo thought about it for a while, then moved his hands, and swam towards the path of the lotus pond.

Not long after, he dragged his tired body, pushed away the ice floe, and stepped on the solid ground.

Arriving here, bursts of refreshing floral fragrance came, and Dongfang Mo took deep breaths continuously, as if the fragrance was more refreshing than absorbing spiritual energy.

After looking at the tall lotus flowers around him, he walked in calmly.

Just dozens of breaths, came to the end of the winding path.

At the end of the path, there is a lotus platform half a foot high. There is really a monk on the lotus platform.

The monk looked haggard, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his two long snow-white eyebrows were as long as a foot, hanging down on both sides of his cheeks.There are also twelve dark black ring scars on the head, which are extremely eye-catching.

His shabby monk robes and cassocks were full of holes. At this time, he was twisting Buddhist beads with one hand, beating the wooden fish with the other, and kept chanting obscure scriptures.

What is even more noticeable is that beside the monk, a small white elephant about the size of a jackal is sleeping soundly on one side.

There is a brass bell the size of a fist on the neck of the baby elephant, and a red diamond-shaped satin on the head and back.Moisture spewed from the long nose from time to time, and two short-inch ivory as white as jade were exposed at the corners of the mouth, making it appear naive.

After sizing it up carefully, Dongfang Mo looked at the sitting monk, approached him with his palms folded, performed a Buddha ceremony in a dignified manner, coughed twice, and said:

"This master, Xiaodao is very polite."

But after a long time, the monk seemed to be unheard of, still chanting the scriptures in his mouth, beating the wooden fish rhythmically in his hand, and even the sleeping elephant beside him remained silent.

"This……"

Dongfang Mo was a little embarrassed by the scene in front of him, and he was even more puzzled.

"Could it be that you fainted from hunger, a hallucination in front of you?"

Just as he was thinking wildly in his mind, the scriptures in the monk's mouth suddenly stopped.

Instead, he opened his cloudy eyes slowly and abnormally, and looked at Dongfang Mo, who was also in rags in front of him.

"Amitabha!"

The voice of the old monk was different from his voice when reciting the scriptures. When reciting the scriptures, he was compact and clearly audible, but his tone was extremely slow when he spoke, and it seemed that every word would take a lot of effort.

"I don't know why this benefactor is here, and what he is doing here!"

The old monk rolled the rosary slowly, and his old voice echoed in the fragrant lotus bushes.

At this time, Dongfang Mo heard that the old monk had finally opened his mouth, and secretly said that there is no unparalleled road, and finally met a living person.

"Master, Xiaodao, famous in the East, accidentally fell from the mouth of a waterfall called Wudijian. When he woke up, he found himself in this underground river. Xiaodao had been away for a long time. The whole family must be worried, the monks are merciful, and I hope the master will point out the way out for Xiaodao, Xiaodao is grateful."

"The Buddha said: Encounter is fate. The poor monk should point out the way for the donor."

The old monk said slowly.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo was excited and said quickly:

"Thank you, master, for your kindness and virtue, there is no way to repay you."

"It's so good, it's fate, the poor monk has a question, I hope the benefactor will see the word of fate, and explain the confusion to the poor monk."

The old monk continued.

"This……"

Dongfang Mo had so many thoughts in his heart, it was difficult to guess what the monk was thinking.

"The master doesn't know where this place is!"

So I made an inquiry.

"This is where the pears are made."

"Mad pear?"

Dongfang Mo was puzzled in every possible way, until now he even doubted whether this monk was a human or a ghost, a murderer or a demon.

Maybe I was dazzled by joy just now, but now I suddenly thought that in the legend, many fierce monsters always look like monks, but they are actually old monsters who have practiced for countless years, eating people without spitting out bones.

But at this moment, the arrow is on the string, and it has to be fired.

"I don't know if the answer is wrong, the master is willing to point out the way out for Xiaodao?"

So said.

"No, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees wisdom. There is no right or wrong!"

"Then, please ask the master, Xiao Dao knows everything."

Dongfang Mo cupped his hands.

Seeing this, the old monk nodded and said:
"Wonderful, wonderful, benefactor, please see..."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the dark place behind him.

"Tell the poor monk what you saw..."

After finishing speaking, the rosary beads rolling in the old monk's hand slowly stopped.

At the same time, the entire underground river seemed to have stopped following the old monk's rosary.

The running water is still, the floating ice is still, the swaying lotus is also still, and even the fragrance of flowers floating in the air is still.

(End of this chapter)