Chen Huaisheng naturally couldn't follow him to see how the array was arranged, and he didn't have the time to think about it.

He was more concerned about what the girl said about the accident in the countryside.

Although his parents are deceased, the Chen family is the largest surname in Yuanbao Village. Chen Huai has many uncles and even more cousins ​​and nephews.

If something happened in the family, of course he would be concerned.

Suddenly, Chen Huaisheng suddenly realized that he seemed to be a little too involved in the current identity of Chen Huaisheng, and even forgot his original identity.

I felt a little dazed for a while.

But if I ask myself, is there anything wrong with waiting for the right time?

From the memory of Chen Huaisheng now, he can understand that this is a world where tigers and wolves dominate the weak and the strong eat the strong. Everything must be done for survival, so he, who has a Taoist background, ran out to wander and travel at the age of fourteen. In fact, it was to win more people.

Chance of survival.

As for the uncles and cousins ​​in the village, they don't even have this opportunity.

How big is the difference between that Chen Huaisheng and the current Chen Huaisheng?

Aren’t they all struggling to survive in this vast world?

Where can I get so many sad insights? Living in the present and being the present self is the right thing to do.

The rain was still pouring down.

Yushan Autumn Rain has always been famous.

It's as fine as silk, but continuous, adding a bit of air and tranquility to the entire mountain.

Two bonfires have been lit in the side hall.

The main hall was too dirty and messy to clean up, and the somewhat ferocious statue of Wuzhiqi, so I didn't bother to clean it up.

However, everyone worked together to take care of the side halls on both sides, which was perfect for taking a break from the rain.

The firelight flickered and reflected on Chen Huaisheng's face, which was red and hot.

He held a gray and round pill in his hand.

Under the firelight, it seems that there are some light patterns flowing on the surface of the pill, and the faint medicinal smell is refreshing and pleasant.

This is Qi-Shunming Dan, an elixir from the Nine Lotus Sect.

Most disciples of the sect carry these medicines with them when they go out, just in case something unexpected happens.

Use a boot knife to carefully cut open half of the Qi-Smoothing Pill. After taking it, the Qi will flow to the heavens and the Qi and blood in the internal organs will flow quickly.

As for the broken bones, it is simple. After all, he is also an innate Taoist. As long as the essence is solidified, he can recover quickly.

I have to admit that the big sect is extraordinary.

This half of the Qi-Shunming Powder Pill is much stronger than the three doses of Shunqi Powder in my arms put together.

Chen Huaisheng also estimated that even after taking these three doses of Shunqi Powder, it would take at least half a month to recover, but now that he has taken half of the Qi-Shunqi-Shunmai Pill, it has only been running for a week, and he already feels 30% better.

Still feeling a little unfinished, he subconsciously pressed the half-preserved pill.

The remaining half pill will have to wait a day or two before being taken.

Xuan Chimei specifically warned herself that her meridians could not withstand this kind of elixir, which was originally used for daily repairs by monks at the Qi training level.

At that time, when Xuan Chimei was giving him the elixir and explaining how to take the breath adjustment and luck strategy, Chen Huaisheng knew from the way the woman in purple looked at him that he seemed to have made a lot of money.

Qi generates the Dantian, the strength exceeds the Qi sea, the temperature rises in the divine palace, and the Baihui generates smoke.

I want to try wearing single clothes on a rainy and cold night.

There was a bit of coolness before, but now it is full of moisture and moistening the body.

Chen Huaisheng only felt that energy slowly spreading along the Dantian Qi sea. The Qi meridians that were previously somewhat scattered and chaotic began to swim under the urging of his own mind. The meridians blocked by injury suddenly passed by. This made

He was a little surprised.

The essence is born in the marrow, and the marrow is stored in the sutra.

He even felt some strange changes in his knowledge, becoming particularly sharp and delicate.

The firewood in the hall crackled and burned, pine resin and pine oil occasionally seeped out and fell into the fire, and the flames roared and flashed.

Outside the temple, the autumn rain moistens everything silently. The roof tiles are overhead, and in the forest outside, raindrops wrap around everything in the mountains.

The spiritual consciousness goes from Baihui all the way down the Shenting, passing through Tanzhong, Juque, Shenque, and Qihai, circling three times in the Qihai, and finally reaches Tulu, and then slowly spreads out.

At this moment, he felt that the entire world inside and outside the palace was clearly displayed in his heart.

Each branch of the pine firewood crackled and burned, and the dead branches burned through and turned red, gradually becoming red inside and black inside, and then black inside and red...

The raindrops on the roof tiles on the roof slowly gathered into water droplets, and then turned into water flows, slowly falling along the eaves, swaying in the mid-air with the wind...

In the forest outside the temple, raindrops overlapped and merged among the branches and leaves, fused together, fell from high to low, constantly collided, broken and rejoined among the leaves, and finally fell into the mud and grass blades...

The horned owl poked its head out of the tree hole in a daze, looked up at the night sky, and let the raindrops hit its round head, dumbfounded...

On the hillside outside the temple, partridges are hiding in their nests among the grass, looking around warily, sometimes shaking their heads violently to shake off water stains...

Bits and pieces suddenly transformed into countless pictures, long or short, flowing through Chen Huaisheng's mind.

He has never had such a mysterious feeling.

Through the drizzle in the small courtyard, the boys and girls chatting and laughing in the hall on the right side are full of longing and beaming...

The woman in purple and Xuan Chimei were whispering in the corridor outside the palace, sometimes frowning and sometimes thinking.

All of this is reflected in the heart, as if the artistic conception was created in heaven.

When the rain falls, thousands of minds are enlightened, and wonderful feelings come naturally.

The injury has not healed.

But Chen Huaisheng knew that something was different about him.

Compared with the changes in my body and my spiritual enlightenment, those injuries seemed nothing to mention.

He was not sure whether it was the effect of the Qi-Shunming Pill given by Xuan Chimei, or the change brought about by the "adventure" he experienced that night three days ago.

He thinks the latter is more likely.

Because during my first luck treatment after waking up, I felt that there seemed to be a little more in the Qi sea in my Dantian. It was difficult for me to clearly detect it with my inner vision, but the recovery effect of my injury was much better.

However, there is no doubt that the elixir given by Xuan Chimei was quite helpful. At least it helped him enter a certain state at once. Well, I can't explain it, I can only understand the indescribable artistic conception.

Or is this what is called entering the Tao?

Chen Huaisheng heard someone say that there are thousands of steps in cultivating immortality, but to enter Taoism, you only have to ask your heart.

Everyone's feeling of entering the Tao and breaking through the realm is completely different. There are thousands of people with different feelings, and there is no repetition. Especially entering the Tao and practicing Qi is the most unique.

Some people even enter the Taoist realm without knowing it, but you can understand that feeling clearly in your heart.

For a moment, my heart was pounding, and I felt like I was in a drunken trance. Is that true?

He's not sure.

Because the injury has not healed, the turbid air is still there, the ribs are broken, and the bones are cracked. If I really step into the Taoist realm, how can I not feel anything at all?

But no matter what, Chen Huaisheng felt that something was different about him.

This mysterious feeling of being broken is something I have never experienced in the past six years.

Maybe you have already stepped on the threshold?
Chapter completed!