There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 3
  The next day, Wang Ping got up refreshed.

Make breakfast and clean up. After dinner, he takes Su Dun to the back mountain to pick up some dry firewood and then cleans the Taoist temple. In the afternoon, he practices again, but it is different from the past. Wang Ping is much more casual in practicing today, which attracts Su Dun. Tsk-tsk.

In the past three months, as winter entered, more people came to see the doctor every afternoon. They brought news from the mountains. Before winter, the county organized a mountain search operation to clean up the little monsters in the mountains and forests around the county. After cleaning them once, those who couldn't be cleaned were driven into the mountains.

This year, all the villages are doing reasonably well, except for some beggars who froze to death in the city and their bodies were thrown into mass graves.

Unconsciously, some time passed, and in the late winter there were fewer people coming to see the doctor. According to the news brought by Yamashita, it was said that a wandering Taoist priest was doing free clinics in the county.

Two days later, a wandering Taoist priest knocked on the door of the Taoist temple. Taoist Yucheng made tea and discussed Taoism with him for three days. In the end, it seemed that they had a big quarrel because of disagreements. However, when the Taoist priest left, he was heard talking about Qianmu Temple at the foot of the mountain. Bowed three times in the direction.

The Spring Festival came unknowingly and passed unknowingly. In the blink of an eye, it was the beginning of the busy farming season. The village at the foot of the mountain asked someone to send a thirteen-year-old child. Wang Ping and Su Dun even went down the mountain to check his life experience. In the end, Su Dun was very happy. He became a senior brother.

On March [-]th, after breakfast, Wang Ping went to the main hall to perform a divination for himself.

Good luck!

...

In the afternoon, practice area in the backyard.

Su Dun pretended to teach his junior brother Wang Kang. Wang Ping walked to the corner and made a casual starting gesture. Then he casually took a step forward and made the action of lifting the cauldron according to his subconscious thoughts.

The next moment, a light screen panel appeared in front of me:
  [Changchun Gong: You suddenly realize something and have a better practice method. If you insist on practicing your method 10 times a day, you can feel Qi in half a year. (Progress 99/100, today’s progress 0/10)]

Wang Ping was not too anxious. He had been preparing for this day for a month, so he would not be in an unstable mood.

After the first pass, Wang Ping's limbs became warm. After the second pass, a stream of Qi slowly circulated in his body. After the third pass, he captured the location of the Qi. The fourth pass, he tried to control the Qi. , but failed.

The fifth time, still failed...

The sixth time, Wang Ping caught some feeling. After completing a set of movements, he waved a palm to the side. A visible air flow suddenly appeared, but it disappeared less than half an inch away from the palm. .

The seventh time...the tenth time, the feeling of Qi in Wang Ping's body was extremely clear. When he finished the exercise, the Qi did not even dissipate. Instead, it followed his breathing and movements and sank to his Dantian.

At this moment, the progress of "Changchun Gong" has also reached (100/100)!
  One step closer to climbing the clouds to see the scenery.

"call"

Wang Ping exhaled this turbid breath, and a layer of fine white mist could be seen in front of him. Feeling the power in his body, he murmured: "Is this what it feels like to practice?"

"Congratulations, senior brother!" Su Dun came forward to congratulate him.

Wang Ping rarely showed a smile.

"It's just a minor path, don't be obsessed with it. The real path is in the "Commentary on Heaven and Man" given to you by your master." The old Taoist priest appeared at the entrance of the martial arts training ground at some unknown time.

"Can the Taoist priest tell me something?"

"That's a good idea. This is your master's business. Ask your master." The old Taoist priest said angrily.

"Are you hungry, Taoist Master? But we haven't eaten yet." Wang Kang looked at the old Taoist priest and said seriously.

"Pfft"

Su Dun couldn't hold back his smile.

The old Taoist priest was not embarrassed. He said with a smile: "But I'm hungry now!"

Wang Kang rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "If you have rice wine, I will cook for you right now."

Mao Yulong's rice wine led to another person being misled. One old man and two young men competed with each other.

Wang Ping had no intention of continuing the conversation. He walked out of the martial arts training ground as usual. The patients outside the pharmacy had disappeared.

The three senior brothers and Taoist Yucheng stood in the courtyard, watching Wang Ping as he walked out of the martial arts training ground.

"Do you understand "Commentary on Heaven and Man"?" Taoist Yucheng asked when Wang Ping was about to see him.

"I'm sorry for my stupidity, but I still can't understand it after studying it."

"Then what did you see?"

"contradiction!"

"So, you're trying to understand the contradictions in the book?"

"Correct!"

"Ha ha!"

The laughter came from behind. The old Taoist priest laughed and said: "The universe, heaven and earth, and all living things are in contradiction all the time. If you can understand it, you can become a saint immediately!"

"The contradictions among all things are just what we see. Maybe these are not contradictory." Liu Zixiu politely saluted the old Taoist and walked out, and then slowly expressed his opinion.

"I don't want to argue with you. You and I think and see things differently. If we continue to argue, it will be like a chicken talking to a duck!"

Liu Zixiu didn't argue after hearing this. He first saluted the old Taoist priest, and then saluted his master before returning to his original position with a smile on his face.

"Dun'er, Xiaokang, you go and cook first." Taoist Yucheng ordered the two boys who came behind him, and then said to Wang Ping and others: "Come to the main hall with me."

"Yes, Master!"

...

in the hall.

Taoist Yucheng sat cross-legged with his back to the golden body of Taichu Tianzun. Wang Ping and others sat on both sides, and the old Taoist sat below Taoist Yucheng.

"Six hundred years ago, Grandmaster Yuxiaofu opened a Taoist temple here and passed down the Taoism. Three hundred years ago, four major Xuanmen, two major Heavenly Sects, and one Buddhist Sect competed for the destiny of the world, looking for the elusive land of immortality. The Tao caused the heaven and earth to collapse, and the founder also disappeared in the sea of ​​mist."

"Thirty years ago, there was a big demon causing chaos. A letter asking for help from the prefect was sent immediately. The head master took six of our brothers and dozens of disciples to quell the chaos. In the end, I was the only one who came back alive."

Yucheng talked from legend to reality, his mood was neither sad nor happy, and he looked at the empty courtyard outside the main hall, "Fifteen years ago, I took Antian, Zixiu, and Yulong into my house one after another. In the past fifteen years, I have taught you medical skills, martial arts and some minor magic here. As long as you continue to practice like this, you will gain something within twenty years, and the three of you can be considered my disciples."

"Today, I plan to accept your junior brother Wang Ping as my direct disciple. Fellow Daoist Wu can serve as a witness. The apprenticeship ceremony is scheduled for the sixth day of next month."

After saying this, Taoist Yucheng finally had some sparkle in his eyes, and all his bright eyes fell on Wang Ping.

"Disciple Wang Ping pays homage to Master!" Wang Ping saluted.

"OK!"

Taoist Yucheng showed a rare smile, and then looked at Li Antian and the others, "I know that since you three have succeeded in practicing Qi, your thoughts are not on my little Qianmu Temple. I will not keep you for at least five years. After eight years at most, I will let you go down the mountain."

The road to monasticism is boring and boring, and the legendary immortality is illusory. Only a few people can endure this boringness.

Li Antian and the three of them all lowered their heads when they heard this, not daring to go against Taoist Yucheng's wishes. The three of them are now successful in practicing qi, and they will have no problem living for more than a hundred years. There is no need to worry about it in five or eight years.

(End of this chapter)