Chapter 59 Congenital creatures, peerless Taoist demeanor

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Last year, a [guest star] invaded Altair.

Altair…

Qi Wuzhuo quietly digested the rich amount of information in this sentence. The fortune teller held his chin with one hand and looked at the young Taoist in front of him with a smile, as if waiting for him to show his expectant look of astonishment, but Qi Wuzhuo's face was full of surprise.

He always maintained a restrained look, with just his eyes closed, as if deep in thought.

It turns out that I went to heaven...

It turns out that the place where I meditated that day was the Tianhe River in the sky.

No wonder the sun and moon are missing.

No wonder you can't see the stars even when you lower your head.

No wonder, after just one year of meditating to circulate Qi, I reached the realm of all three talents.

Originally, a year of hard work, even a day of non-stop meditation, was equivalent to at most one hour a day for twelve years. In any case, it could not equal the fifty years of qi movement determined by the teacher to achieve the state of three talents;

But the practice of vomiting and breathing is basically to swallow the sun and the moon. On the Milky Way, swallowing the sun and vomiting the moon. One day of meditation can be equivalent to the work of a hundred days.

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

The circulation of Qi is the movement of Qi.

To some extent, it will damage your own foundation.

So at most one hour per day.

Too much will hurt your health.

I have been meditating for a year. According to normal logic, my foundation has been damaged and my life treasure has been broken. I can only follow the path of the Yinshen who cultivates my nature but not my life. Unless... the food I ate that day is enough to satisfy my future needs.

I spent a year meditating on the Tianhe River.

The fortune teller seemed to know what Qi Wuhuo was thinking, and replied lazily: "You are eating something wrong."

He pointed at Qi Wuhuo's body and said in a rather envious tone:

"The cow host is evil, but it is also his duty to use the water of [Jiukan] to turn the three stars of [Luoyan] and cultivate [Tiantian]. There are spiritual things in it, which seem to be rice, but can also be meat. When put into boiling water

When it rises, it becomes rice; when it rises in the clouds, it becomes rain; only when the golden crow and jade rabbit urge each other can it be obtained. This is what is called "yellow buds" in the world."

"The yang moves and the yin changes, and the yellow buds gradually grow. The five staggered leaves turn yellow."

"The buds of the pistil open and release the purple gold. It begins to form [spiritual pills], and Qingguangyu Taisheng is born."

"The rays of light shine through the body calmly. The inside and outside are radiant, and the Dharma Realm is confused."

"The so-called [Dahuang Ting], [Dahuang Bud], and [Divine Pill] in the world all refer to this thing."

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

Qi Wuhuo asked: "The most luxurious?"

The fortune teller said: "It is the most luxurious."

"This thing needs three hundred years to germinate, three hundred years to grow, three hundred years to mature, and it needs to be left for one hundred years to dissipate the dryness before it can be eaten. Now this Lord of the Ox has come to Tiantian, and in a thousand years,

Just accumulate three measures and three liters."

"And you, alone, actually ate enough for a dou or a liter!"

"And eating so much is just to help you make up for the losses you suffered when you fled seven years ago."

The always slovenly fortune teller looked at the young Taoist in front of him and wanted to say something, but in the end he just couldn't help but smile and sigh:

"Even if it turns into rice when it enters the water, it turns into rain when it enters the clouds."

"You can turn everything into rice, but there are still fifteen kilograms of rice. How can you eat it?"

The young Taoist's face turned slightly red. He sat upright with his palms on his knees. He thought for a while and just replied:

"Because it's delicious..."

The fortune teller was speechless, then shook his head and said: "That's... a reason."

"You haven't eaten anything good here."

"This kind of thing in the sky absorbs the energy of the rotation of the sun and the moon, grows in the glow of the sunset, and needs to be watered by 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 the energy will disperse and leave, and it will just be wasted."

But he immediately said: "Of course, the biggest benefit is actually the delicious taste."

"The other effects can be compensated by the elixir."

"It just doesn't have that luxury."

Qi Wuhuo asked, "Sir, do you recognize Uncle Yun?"

The sloppy fortune teller sighed: "I know it, I always know it, otherwise what would he ask you to do with me?"

"It's just that I have some friendship with him, but he refuses to let me eat these yellow buds."

"You little calf nose, why should he give you food?!"

"Still eating so much."

"Whose face is so great?"

"I didn't even eat it."

"You eat so much."

"I ate just one liter and he hid it as tightly as he would a thief."

"You ate a full dou or a liter? Fifteen kilograms!"

"Could it be that you have a calf's nose and you are following an old cow's nose?"

"He also has a cow, so he has good senses for you?"

"So, next time I look for him and lead two cows, a bull and a cow, will he give me more food?"

The sloppy fortune teller kept mumbling about why he made Qi Wuhuo eat so much and why he didn't give it to him.

He raised his eyes to look at Qi Wuhuo, swept his sleeves impatiently, and said:

"You should already know the questions you want to know. I won't keep you here. I will wait and see here..."

"Wait until tonight is over."

He raised his head as he spoke, just as Qi Wuhuo had seen when he came, looking peacefully at the heavy rain clouds in the sky, frowning.

Qi Wuhuo said: "Sir, when we met a guest yesterday, we had to calculate how much it would rain today."

The fortune teller said: "Yes."

"It's raining today. It's about 1.3 centimeters short of the amount of rain I calculated. And there are still six hours left today."

Qi Wuhuo said, "Sir, have you made a mistake in your calculation?"

"Did I make a mistake?"

The fortune teller suddenly sighed and said lightly:

"He was wrong."

This typo seems to have a very serious meaning.

After saying that, he didn't say anything more, just a few words. Qi Wuhuo couldn't get a glimpse of the whole thing. Seeing that the fortune teller didn't seem to want to continue talking, he said goodbye and left. He understood in his heart why he was able to do so in one year.

Then he stepped into the level of [Three Talents].

Walking on the road, I feel that my spiritual energy, soul, vitality, and essence have all reached an extremely perfect state.

Lively and pure.

My heart is filled with joy.

Thinking of Yun Qin's answer, his mind naturally moved, and he had already reached the "city" where merchants gathered in Zhongzhou Fucheng. Large cities such as Zhongzhou Fucheng are divided into squares and cities. "Fang" is the place where people live.

Market] is where goods are traded, and no mixing is allowed. In addition, there is a nightly curfew, so there is a saying of [opening the market].

In the plan, merchants selling similar goods will be gathered in one square. If you want to buy many similar things, you can do it all at once, saving traveling merchants time. However, if you buy many and complicated things, it will be difficult.

It's time to make more trips. The young man remembered a poem in his dream: 'Buy horses in the east market, buy saddles in the west market, buy bridles in the south market, and buy long whips in the north market.' That's it.

Maybe it's the New Year's Day, and the city is very lively with people coming and going.

There are sugar figures and candied haws, and there are houses on both sides. Some open their doors to do business inside, and some set up small vendors within the scope allowed by the court. Starting from the direction of the city tower, it spreads thousands to five hundred steps.

There are places where stalls are allowed to be set up at the bridge. Every night when there is no curfew, the lights are always bright and full of life.

At the fifth watch every day, pilgrims in various temples would make iron signs or wooden fish to announce the dawn, and the markets in various bridges would be open.

Because it is still dark in winter, restaurants light more lamps and candles and sell them, each serving is only twenty coins, along with porridge, rice and snacks.

Occasionally, there are people selling facial cleansing water and boiling some soup, tea and medicine until dawn.

The breath of life is far beyond what a village can match. Qi Wuhuo looked at the people coming and going, as well as the children being led by their parents. They were holding candy figures in their hands, looking like gods stepping on clouds or mist, or wearing various kinds of clothes.

The mask, the warmth of the mortal world, my heart softened, and my soul turned much more relaxed. I found a snack selling pastries, and someone came out to say hello, "Does the little Taoist priest also want to eat some candies?"

"What do you want?"

Qi Wuhuo saw the dazzling array of snacks inside and said gently:

"I want sweet-scented osmanthus cake, divided into two portions."

Thinking of sending some to the elves in the mountains, he quickly prepared the work. When Qi Wuhuo took it, he suddenly noticed something strange, and his palms once again felt the moist breath that he had felt in front of the fortune teller's booth yesterday.

And a strange, water-like smell.

It's him?

ps:

The poem is "Nan Kezi·Zhang Daoyi Asks Huang Ya" written by Yuan Chongzi, a disciple of Qiu Chuji.

The stalls in the city are written by Meng Yuanlao from the Song Dynasty, which is written in the script "Tokyo Menghua Lu Volume 3"

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