I am immortal.

Chapter 50 See Them, See Myself

Qi Wuhuo said curiously:

"See you brothers?"

Seeing him, the old man shook his head and said:
"You, you, are you looking forward to it now? I always want you to meet."

"However, it's only just entered the night now. Don't let the good time be wasted. I told you in the past that there is a time limit for collecting and refining essence or exhaling vitality. If you pass it, you will hurt yourself. Once you have some good things, there is no limit.”

"See how long you can meditate."

Qi Wuhuo nodded, suppressing the curiosity and anticipation in his heart, and then sat at the front of the boat, facing the night wind, holding his left hand with his right hand, touching his thumb lightly, holding his breath and concentrating, gathering vitality.

But just breathing out once, I felt a faint stream of light fly into the mouth.

Like the moonlight.

It was not a problem to pick and refine moonlight.

But this place seems to be particularly strong.

Intensely incredible——

A mouthful of moonlight enters my belly.

The qi transformed from the meals eaten in the body suddenly began to work violently.

Practitioners, when just starting out, need to breathe out vitality and refine the life treasure essence in the whole body in order to achieve perfection.

This step should have come slowly, it was a grind of water, but Qi Wuhuo had experienced disasters when he was young, and his body was basically damaged, like a crack in a water tank, the vitality will always escape, but now it is extremely majestic. The vital qi gathered from his body came together, and when he breathed out, it flowed through his body like a vast ocean, and the clear qi in his body rose up to fill up those gaps.

There is also Yuehua quenching and refining essence.

At this time, Qi Wuhuo's feeling was not that calm and unhurried as in ordinary practice, but that there were two intertwined breaths inside and outside, full of swelling pain, and the cracks in his own foundation were repaired and repaired, and there was numbness, many feelings appeared at the same time, but To keep one's breath stable and calm, the feeling is like falling off a cliff, with only one hand grasping the cliff's wall.

Using one hand to support the whole body, it was extremely sore and limp, with a faint sharp pain, as if one could not hold on and was about to fall from the cliff. I had a premonition that once this happened, the two streams of fresh air would collide and naturally dissipate from my body.

Qi Wuhuo closed his eyes and breathed out slowly.

Although the body is in extreme pain and discomfort, it still maintains the calm flow of Qi and the calmness of breathing.

The old man stroked his beard and nodded, and smiled to himself, he was already at the top of the boat.

"The sun rises and the moon sets, the sun is the heart, the nature, the soul; the moon is the kidney, the life, the soul."

"Cultivating both life and soul is the right way."

Young people don't know.

Just breathing and practicing.

This vast, vast and boundless river seems to have no boundaries, and there are layers of starlight in the ripples, as if reflecting the stars in the sky, but when you look up, you can't see the stars, and there is silence in the surroundings. Only this huge ship moved forward slowly, breaking through layers of water waves and ripples.

The night wind blows slowly without seeing the moon.

Looking down, hey, the moon is in the water.

A huge and incomparably full moon is only under the giant ship, and the moonlight is flowing, as if it is supporting the ship.

On the boat, the boy breathed peace.

The whole body seems to be covered with a layer of faint moonlight.

Qi Wuhuo didn't know how long it took him to vomit, but he knew that the feeling was extremely painful and unbearable, he just told himself in his heart to hold on for a while, to hold on for a while, time passed slowly, that tingling feeling Finally, it slowly spread out, and the soreness and itching disappeared.

It was as if the cracks in his body were slowly being filled and gradually disappeared.

I don't know how much time has passed, the young man moved slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

What you see before your eyes doesn't see the light of day.

Only the purple clouds in the sky are reflected in the eyes.

When he started to meditate earlier and closed his eyes, the place where he was sitting was a huge boat that could accommodate hundreds of people, but now the boat had disappeared, and the sky was full of rays of light, like the sky in the water, and the place where the boy sat cross-legged was just It's just a tree branch, with layers of ripples, hands in front of the seal, and Taoist robe cloud sleeves hanging down.

The mind is at peace, and I don't think about it, I just feel that this scene makes my heart inexplicably quiet.

The Taoist meditates in the purple clouds.

Gull forgets the machine.

forget me again.

I don't know how long it has passed, until the purple glow gradually disappeared, and the storm gradually rose, and suddenly there was a laugh from a distance, Qi Wuhuo saw that the old man was standing on the bank of the river, stroking his beard and laughing:

"Has Wuhuo woke up?"

"Come on."

Qi Wuhuo didn't think about Yichen at first.

At this moment, there are ripples, but it is [Zhuwu].

With this change, he immediately couldn't maintain his elegant and dusty posture, swayed, and fell into the water with a sound.

The old man laughed loudly, it seemed that it was rare to see his young and mature disciple like this, and he was in a much happier mood.

Fu beckoned again, letting the young man come to the shore, Qi Wuhuo got up coughing, his black hair was wet, and he raised his cuff to wipe his forehead.

The old man stroked his beard and looked at him with a smile:

"Before you didn't care about one thing, and you were able to mix with everything, so you were able to maintain that mysterious state of mind."

"Afterwards, your thoughts fluctuate, and you will naturally fall into the water, haha."

It was rare for Qi Wuhuo to show a hint of dissatisfaction, and said, "It's just that my cultivation level is still a little bit worse now."

"If the cultivation base can be higher, it will be fine."

The old man smiled and said, "The old man will just wait and see."

When Qi Wuhuo turned around to look, there was still the same branch in the water, it was all wet, rolled up and down by the water on the undulating waves, and slapped on the shore, stained with fine sand and gravel, it looked much bigger than that. Compared with the prosperity of yesterday, it seemed a bit lonely and pitiful. The young Taoist thought about it and picked up this branch.

The old man said: "Why, are you still reluctant?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "It's just that I suddenly feel that it's a pity to throw it here."

The old man laughed dumbly.

Watching the child wash the branch with clean water, and then wipe it clean, there is no other place to put it. Although the sword box can store things, there is a qin, a sword, and a few After rolling the book, there didn't seem to be much space, and I was worried that I might accidentally damage the book, so I thought about it.

It is just worn around the waist and inserted obliquely into the silk sash.

Seeing the appearance of the young Taoist priest, the old man shook his head and smiled kindly.

Qi Wuhuo said: "Teacher, which brother should we go to?"

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Go to the first place first, follow me."

He walked forward, Qi Wuhuo followed behind with the sword box on his back, and asked curiously:

"What kind of person is this senior brother, teacher."

The young man heard the old man laughing and saying:
"Him? I'll think about it."

"It is listed in the capital of the capital, and its name is Zun Tianshi."

"The emperor respects it, all officials bow their heads, and build a fairy platform to observe all things and all dharmas, and remember the constellations of stars."

Accompanied by the old man's low voice, the surrounding pictures linger, the turbulent scenery gradually dissipates, and the bustling streets of the capital are replaced by the bustling streets of the capital. The voices of hawkers along the road and the sound of people coming and going can be heard in the ears. Glazed tiles on the walls, high-walled households of Zhumen, suddenly red dust, but also clean, the old man walked forward with the young man, the snow under his feet made a sound, and he introduced in a calm tone:

"Open the channel hall and line up with the Tongwen hall, and the world's clean streams will be accessible."

"Every [-] days, the altar will be held to teach the Fa, and talk about metaphysics, saying that you can know the misfortunes and blessings of the ages, and you can know the opportunities of thousands of miles."

"The name is Master Xuanzhen, and he has tens of thousands of disciples."

"To be called a patriarch, to be a real person, but to act in a simple way, not good at women, not good at luxury, and only focus on cultivating the Tao."

The old man took out the money and bought a roasted sweet potato for the young man. The young Taoist in the blue shirt held it in his hands, ate it and exhaled heat.

The old man led him forward and introduced this senior brother slowly.

When his footsteps stopped, Qi Wuhuo was holding a warm roasted sweet potato, looked up, and saw a huge and simple building, and could faintly hear the sound of various instruments playing music. Cultivated people enter here respectfully, while the cars of dignitaries and dignitaries outside spread all the way, almost filling up this Suzaku Avenue.

Apart from dignitaries and dignitaries, there are also ordinary people in common clothes and hemp shoes.

There are great Confucians in talking and laughing, and there are also white people in dealings.

Looking up, you can see that the pine and cypress trees grow so high that even the high walls of the building can't cover the hanging canopy, and you can faintly hear the voice of talking about Taoism.

What is being told is the Taoism of innate one-qi.

It is mysterious and difficult, and has become a system, which is much higher than Qi Wuhuo's comprehension.

The old man stroked his beard and said: "He is the first person you want to meet. I met him 370 years ago. Even in a ruined temple on a rainy night, he can study hard. He is sophisticated, talented, and able to talk about the world. For major events, you can also talk about metaphysics, saying that you want to benefit the world at the same time, and you can talk about 500-year plans in a game of chess, and now they have been accomplished."

"I once bestowed the Taoist name [Yuyang], Wuhuo, you are the one to see him today."

"It's also you [seeing] yourself."

Qi Wuhuo finished the roasted sweet potato in two mouthfuls, it was steaming hot, and there was still some joy in his eyes to see his brother from the same sect, he said:
"Then what am I going to say?"

The old man replied: "Ask him if he is willing to travel with me to practice."

The old man's voice was as gentle and calm as ever:
"If not today, he will come out with you."

"Otherwise, take it back with its dao name."

Qi Wuhuo paused, feeling the weight of this sentence, and the faint coldness, not the tone of speech or other coldness, because the old man is still gentle, and that coldness is a kind of coldness that a boy of this age still has. There is no way to describe and describe, a more grand existence.

It's just that I suddenly realized that today's business, the last lesson of parting, seems to be different from what I thought.

Qi Wuhuo subconsciously glanced at the teacher, this time Qi Wuhuo failed to see the old man's eyes clearly.

In countless memories later, this pair of eyes is neither joyful nor sad, but extremely tolerant and peaceful.

I just feel that there is a sense of vastness and vastness, plain and distant.

The old man stroked his hair with his palm, and said gently:
"Go."

(End of this chapter)