I am immortal.

Chapter 80

The sky was gradually getting late, and the expressions on the faces of the Taoists in the mountains became a little ugly, and there was even a little bit of anxiety. Juyun Lingmiaogong has not come until now, and their hearts began to Worrying about whether certain actions over the years have annoyed this Lingmiao Gong.

When the young Taoist was chatting with the Vietnamese.

They've gone over every wrong thing they've done in the past ten years.

Yue Ji stood quite far away, watching the sky darken, and said with emotion:

"It seems that we won't be able to see Mr. Lingmiao today."

Seeing that it was getting late, Qi Wuhuo bid farewell to Yue Ji, who sent him to the hillside, and said with a smile: "Wuhuo, you want to go to the Mingzhen Dao League to exchange your supernatural powers. When do you plan to go? I will start tomorrow." , I will go to [Mingzhen Daomeng] in Zhongzhou Fucheng basically every three to five days, do you want to go together?"

Qi Wuhuo asked, "Tomorrow?"

Yue Ji smiled and said, "Yes."

"Mingzhen Daomeng is difficult for people who don't have a waist card to enter; but if you have a waist card, you can go anytime."

"It is a place for [exchange], [discussion of the Tao], and [teaching the law]."

Qi Wuhuo had some doubts in his heart.

This seems to be different from what the fortune teller said.

He clearly said that in order to enter the Mingzhen Daomeng, one needs to use a mirror to illuminate the moon and walk out of the way on a full moon day.

There is still about half a month before the full moon.

The young Taoist didn't show any abnormality, but replied: "I only have these medicinal materials, and I can't exchange for what I want. I may have to wait for a while before going."

Yue Ji understood, laughed and said, "So that's how it is."

"That's right."

"Then I hope Wuhuo you can get your wish. I was supposed to send you down the mountain, but today, the elders of my family's family are probably feeling uneasy and worried. I still don't touch their bad luck. They are not happy. Those who are juniors will inevitably be implicated, so I can only send you here."

The young Taoist cupped his hands in thanks, and sincerely wished: "I hope you can wait for that Lord Lingmiao."

Yue Ji laughed, and replied, "Thank you!"

He watched the young Taoist turn around and walk down the mountain step by step, hidden in the forest, and could no longer be seen, then he turned back and climbed up step by step, and saw the teachers with worried expressions on their faces, talking in a low voice , Some said, could it be that the many things the disciples have done in these years are inappropriate, and some were a little worried, swept the gifts around them, and said in a low voice.

Could it be that the etiquette is too thin today?

Just when everyone was worried, suddenly there was a mist and dozens of cars came out, and the eight wonderful horses in front of them were the real Lord Lingmiao.

The Taoists breathed a sigh of relief.

Even because Mr. Lingmiao was so solemn, he felt a little startled.

Only the Vietnamese regretted clapping his hands and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity."

"It's really not a coincidence."

"If Wuhuo can walk a little later, you can see the scene of this mountain god's real body patrolling."

"It's really bad luck."

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Qi Wuhuo came down the mountain and parted from Yao Ling. The Yao Ling stood on a tree, waved to the young Taoist reluctantly, then turned his head three times, and finally waited until Qi Wuhuo was no longer in sight. He burrowed into the ground and fled away, while the young Taoist headed towards Shuiyun Township with a basket on his back.

Back in the village, the sky was getting darker, and Mr. Zhou Lingyi was sitting under the old tree outside his yard.

When the old man saw Qi Wuhuo, he had a complicated and hesitant expression on his face, exchanged some pleasantries, and suddenly asked:
"Daoist Qi, is it okay to live here?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Living is good."

"Ah, that's good, that's good."

"If you need anything, just tell us in advance."

Zhou Lingyi hesitated for a while, and said, "By the way, there is an old gentleman visiting you today."

"It's just that you're not here, so he left again."

"He calls himself [Ling Miao]."

Qi Wuhuo asked, "Lingmiao?"

These two words are really familiar, Qi Wuhuo just heard it today, it is the mountain god that Yue Ji and others want to worship, it is just a mountain god, what do you come to him for?The young Taoist suddenly remembered the [Jiaofeng] and [Jiaotu] on the Zhongzhou city tower. These two sculptures said that there seemed to be land looking for him.

Speaking of which, as the mountain god of [Helian Mountain], he has never visited the local land when he came here.

Perhaps the local land noticed that there was a foreign land coming, so it came to look for him.

The young Taoist thanked him thoughtfully, "So that's how it is."

"Thank you Mr. Zhou."

He invited Zhou Lingyi to come in and sit for a while, but the old man just smiled with emotion, saying that he still has other things to do at home, so he won't go in today. I took it out and processed it again, then went to the yard to clean the pork I bought on the way back.

After all, it is near Zhongzhou Fucheng.

Pork is priced at eight cents a catty.

It is slightly more expensive than Helian Mountain.

But because it is close to the river, aquatic products are very cheap. In winter, when the water freezes, a hole will be opened on the ice surface, and fish will come out to breathe. Going up is all at once, and you can often gain something.

Qi Wuhuo steamed a fish.

Cut the pork into small pieces, stir-fry the fat meat to get the oil out, and then cut the green chili into long strips, stir-fry with the sliced ​​meat, and make a meal. First, cover these dishes on the rice, and use chopsticks to spread them three times. Mix it upright, eat it slowly, and finally take out the leftover buns from before. This buns were heated on the steamer again, and they became soft again, not like before, enough to kill people hardness.

Then use the steamed bread to dip the soup on the dish.

Putting the last small piece of steamed corn bread soaked in soup into his mouth, the young Taoist exhaled, feeling a sense of fullness.

There was no one around, and he patted his belly lightly.

Slightly slumped on the chair, not wanting to move.

After a while, the young Taoist got up and washed the dishes, and washed himself a fruit. While eating, he sat on the bed with a pillow behind him, and carefully read "Cheng Xian Lu" and "Cultivation Records" , Comparing the contents of these two volumes, try to identify what type of bird egg Yao Ling gave him.

"It said it took 300 years to slowly drag out the egg by burrowing."

"If there is still life in 300 years."

"It shouldn't be an ordinary bird, at least it's a spirit bird. Well, I'll look at the records in "Cheng Xian Lu"."

"From the perspective of size, the most common flying finches can basically be ruled out."

Qi Wuhuo was thoughtful, stretched out his hand to caress the bird egg, saw that there were faint golden lines on it, compared it with Tan Taixuan's record, tried to judge the type from the pattern and size of the eggshell, turned to another page, and said : "The story of wild geese..."Cheng Xian Lu" says that if wild geese are spiritual, most of them have their own characteristics, and the eggshells also have special patterns."

"This does not."

"The chapter of Luanfeng, um, it can be distinguished by temperature, and most of those who have a trace of Luanfeng's blood have the supernatural power of flames."

"Even in the bird's egg, there can be bursts of warmth released."

Qi Wuhuo stretched out his hand and held the egg in his palm, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth, so he shook his head.

"There is no temperature like holding a flame, so it should not be a phoenix of the fire genus."

"I can't feel the breath of the wind."

"You can rule out the blood of the blue bird."

"Put it in the water and sink to the bottom, it's not like walking in water."

The young Taoist compared them one by one, and found that there are many types of spiritual birds, but there are only a few possibilities left. He thought thoughtfully: "Either they are spirit beasts like eagles, or they are birds of prey like rocs. Of course, it may also be an ornamental bird such as a peacock?"

"Is it an eagle?"

"Or a Pengniao?"

"However, Tan Taixuan said in "Cheng Xian Lu" that Peng Niao and Ying Falcon don't seem to have very strong bloodlines."

"In the world of practice, Luanfeng is more powerful, or cranes are also good; Pengniao is only the roost among ordinary birds."

"If it is a peacock, it can only look good."

"Useless in combat."

"Moreover, if it takes too long to hatch, the eggs of these spirit birds will consume their own spirituality to maintain their vitality, and they will turn into dead eggs until the spirituality is exhausted in the end. The weaker the spirituality, the more likely it is to hatch. The lower it is, for this situation, Cheng Xianlu's suggestion is..."

The young Taoist turned over this page and saw Tan Taixuan's last comment:
"When made into scrambled eggs, the taste is extraordinary and wonderful."

"It's like swallowing a pill, it helps the essence."

"It cannot be wasted."

He subconsciously looked at the bird's egg, and immediately his spirit sensed a ray of life hidden in the bird's egg and released a little bit of struggle. The young man put "Cheng Xian Lu" beside him, and said gently: "Don't worry, I won't eat it." yours."

He thought for a while, and simply used the alchemy method that his teacher had given him to refine all the medicinal materials he picked into spiritual liquid that would help his vitality.

Then I took part of it and sprinkled it on the eggs.

This is the purest vitality.

The weak spirituality in this bird's egg tried hard to absorb the vitality.

It seems that hundreds of years have not been hatched, nor has he given up the desire to be born.

Xiandao Guisheng.

The young Taoist put down the completed Record of Immortality, and when he was about to practice, the ancient mirror suddenly lighted up slightly. Qi Wuhuo was a little surprised, because Yunqin said that he only went to the Xuantan spell after asking the teacher today. Even if the girl could be found, it would take a few days before she would contact her.

Qi Wuhuo put away the other things, and then used [Circle Light Revealing Method].

There was a streamer on the ancient mirror, which turned into the appearance of Yunqin. The girl lowered her head, her lips opened and closed quickly, as if she was muttering to herself, repeating something constantly. When she saw Qi Wuhuo, her eyes lit up, and then she looked up. He made an interrupting gesture with his hands, and hurriedly said: "Don't talk yet, listen to me first, I have learned a very powerful Taichi Lingwen, but I feel that I am about to forget it."

"You don't talk."

"Listen to me first!!!"

(End of this chapter)