I am immortal.

Chapter 68 Who Was 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 location where I meditated that day was the Milky Way in the sky.

No wonder there is no sun and moon.

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

No wonder, after just meditating for a year, he has reached the realm of all three talents.

Originally, a year of hard work, even if it is a day of non-stop meditation, is at most equal to 12 years of ordinary one hour a day, but it cannot be equal to the 50 years of Qi circulation Kung Fu judged by the teacher in any case, to reach the realm of all three talents; To breathe is to swallow the sun and the moon, above the Tianhe River, swallow the sun and breathe the moon, and meditate in one day, it can almost be regarded as the merit of a hundred days.

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

The flow of air is a chance to carry luck.

How much will damage one's own foundation.

So at most one hour a day.

Too much will hurt you.

I have been meditating for a year. According to normal logic, my foundation has already been damaged, and my life treasure is broken. It took a year to meditate on the Tianhe River.

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 turn the three stars of [Luoyan] and cultivate [Tiantian] with the water of [Nine Kans], and there are spiritual things in it, which seem to be rice, but they can also be meat. 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."

"Pearl buds open, releasing Zijinying. Beginning to knot [Shendan Granules], Qing Guangyu Taisheng."

"Calmly and transparently, the rosy glow shines through. The inside and outside are radiant, and the Dharma Realm is mixed."

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

"The highest-grade [Immortal Food] is the best thing to make up for the foundation, but it is also the most extravagant thing."

Qi Wuhuo asked, "The most extravagant?"

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

"This thing needs 300 years to germinate, 300 years to grow, 300 years to mature, and 100 years to dissipate the dryness before it can be imported. Now the Niu Xingjun has come to Tiantian. It took a thousand years to accumulate three buckets Three liters."

"And you, by yourself, actually ate a whole 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 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 turned red slightly, he sat up straight with his palms on his knees, after thinking for a while, he 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 either."

"This kind of thing in Tiantian absorbs the energy of the rotation 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 not such a luxury."

Qi Wuhuo asked, "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 won't even give me the yellow buds."

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

"Still eating that much."

"Whose face is so big?"

"I didn't get any."

"You eat so much."

"I just eat one liter and he can hide 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 your senses?"

"In this way, next time I find him and lead two cows, one bull and one 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 was not 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."

As he spoke, he raised his head, just like what Qi Wuhuo saw when he came, looking peacefully at the heavy rain clouds in the sky, frowning.

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 [-] centimeter away from the rain, and there are still six hours today."

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

"Am I wrong?"

The fortune teller suddenly sighed, and only said lightly:

"He was wrong."

This typo seems to have a heavy 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 an extremely perfect state.

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 a horse, in the west market you can buy a saddle, in the south market you can buy a bridle, and in the north market you can buy a long whip. ' That's it.

Maybe it's the New Year's Eve, and people are coming and going in the square city, which is very lively.

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.

At five o'clock every day, walkers from various monasteries strike iron signs or follow the gates of wooden fish to announce the dawn, and the market at Zhumen Bridge opens.

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

There are also those who sell facial cleansing water and decoct some soup and tea medicine from time to time 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 sweet-scented osmanthus cake, divide it into two parts."

Thinking of 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 verses are "Nankezi · Zhang Daoyi Asking Huang Ya" written by Yuan Chongzi, a disciple of Qiu Chuji.

The street vendor in the city is the notebook prose "Tokyo Menghualu Volume [-]" written by Meng Yuanlao of the Song Dynasty

It will be on the shelves at [-] o'clock in the morning. Please help to place the first order.

(End of this chapter)