Last year, there was a [Home Star] who was invaded by the Niu Su.

Sunniu Su…

Qi Wuhuo quietly digested the rich amount of information about 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 shock, but Qi Wuhuo's face always maintained a restrained look, just his eyes closed, as if he was thinking.

It turns out that I went to heaven...

It turns out that the location where I meditated that day was the river of heaven.

No wonder the sun and the moon are not seen.

No wonder I can’t see the stars even if I look down.

No wonder, after meditating and practicing qi for a year, I reached the state of three talents.

Originally, a year of hard work, even if it takes a day to meditate, it can be as good as an ordinary one hour and twelve years a day. In any case, it is impossible to overcome the fifty years of qi practice that the teacher judges, and reach the state of complete three talents. If you practice and breathe, you can swallow the sun and the moon, and be on the river of heaven, swallow the sun and the moon, and meditate for a day, you can almost achieve a hundred days of meditation.

But there is another problem here in Qi Wuhuo's mind.

The flow of air is a transporter.

It will somewhat lose its foundation.

So at most one hour a day.

Too much will hurt your body.

After meditating for a year, according to normal logic, the foundation has been damaged and the life treasure has been broken. You can only follow the path of Yin Shen who cultivates nature but not life, unless... what you ate that day is enough to satisfy the loss of meditating on the Tianhe River for a year.

The fortune teller seemed to know what Qi Wuhuo was thinking, and replied lazily: "What you eat is wrong."

He pointed to Qi Wuhuo's body, his tone was quite envious, and said:

"The host of the cattle is in bad luck, but it is his duty to turn the three stars of Luoyan and cultivate the [Tiantian]. Among them, there are spiritual objects, which seem to be rice, but can also be meat. When it enters boiling water, it will be rice. When it rises among the clouds, it will be rain. When it is urged by the two golden and jade rabbits, it can be obtained. The so-called [yellow buds] in the world are the ones."

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

"The bead buds bloom and purple gold angel is released. It starts to form [Shen Dan Grain], and the Qingguang Yu Tai is born."

"The body is bright and bright, and the inside and outside are bright, and the Dharma realm is hilarious."

"The so-called [Great Huangting], [Great Huang Bud], and [Shen Dan Grain] in the world all refer to this thing."

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

Qi Wuhuo said, "The most luxurious?"

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

"This thing needs to sprout for three hundred years, grow for three hundred years, mature for three hundred years, and even put it for one hundred years to dissipate the dry air before it can enter. Now this Niu Su Xingjun has arrived in Tiantian for thousands of years, but only accumulated three dou and three liters."

"And you alone actually ate a full liter of a bucket!"

"And eating so much is just to help you make up for the foundation of the loss you lost when you flee seven years ago."

The fortune teller, who was always sloppy, looked at the young Taoist in front of him and wanted to say something. In the end, he just couldn't help but smile and sighed:

"Even if it enters water and turns into rice, it will turn into clouds and rain."

"It can be turned into rice, and there are also a full fifteen kilograms of rice. How can you eat it?"

The young Taoist face turned slightly red, sat straight, put his palm on his knees, thought for a while, and just replied:

“Because it tastes delicious…”

The fortune teller was stunned and shook his head and said, "It's... it's a reason."

"You haven't eaten anything good."

"This kind of thing in the heavenly field absorbs the qi of the sun and the moon. When it grows in the sunset glow, it must be watered with the star water flowing in the sky. That is, you have enough patience to meditate for a year. If you don't have such patience, even if you eat more, most of the essence will disperse and leave, just a waste."

But he immediately said, "Of course, the most useful thing is the taste."

"Other effects are compensated by their own pills."

"It's just that there's no such luxury."

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

The sloppy fortune teller sighed: "I recognize you, I always recognize you, otherwise what will he ask you to do to me?"

"But I have some friendship with him, and he refuses to give me this yellow bud."

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

"I still eat so much."

"Who has such a great face?"

"I haven't eaten it."

"You eat so much."

"I just eat a liter and he hides it tightly, like a thief, and it seems to be guarding against me."

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

"Did you say you are a calf's nose? You followed an old calf's nose?"

"He also has a cow, so is he very good to your senses?"

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

The sloppy fortune teller kept muttering why Qi Wuhuo was asked to eat so much and why he didn't give it to him.

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

"You should already know the problem you want to know, so I won't keep you anymore. I'm going to wait here to see..."

“Wait until the end tonight.”

He raised his head, as Qi Wuhuo saw when he came, and looked at the heavy rain clouds in the sky with a frown.

Qi Wuhuo said: "Mr. I met a guest yesterday, so I have to calculate how much it rains today."

The fortune teller said, "Yes."

"It rained today, and it was about one or three millimeters away from the amount of rain I calculated, and there are still six hours today."

Qi Wuhuo said, "Sir, are you wrong?"

"I'm wrong?"

The fortune teller suddenly sighed and said lightly:

"He was wrong."

This typo seems to have a very strong meaning.

After saying that, he stopped saying anything. Just a few words, Qi Wuhuo could not see the whole picture of the matter. When he saw the fortune teller, he didn't seem to want to continue talking, so he said goodbye and left, and understood in his heart why he could reach the level of [Three Talents and All] in a year.

Walking on the road, I sensed that my inspiration, soul, energy, and essence have reached an extremely perfect state.

Lively and pure.

Joy in my heart.

Thinking of Yun Qin's answer, my mind moved naturally and had already walked into the [city] where merchants in Zhongzhou Fucheng gathered. For example, the big cities of Zhongzhou Fucheng divided the cities with fang and ban. [fang] is the place where people live, and [city] is the place where goods transactions are located, and bans are not allowed. With a nightly curfew, there is a saying of [opening the market].

In the plan, merchants selling similar goods gathered in a shop. If you want to buy many similar things, you can do it all in one go, saving travelers the effort. However, if you buy a lot of things and are mixed, you have to go a few more trips. The boy remembers a poem in his dream. "Buy a horse in the east market, buy a saddle in the west market, buy a bridle in the south market, and buy a long whip in the north market." That's it.

Perhaps it is the New Year Festival, and people come and go in the market, which is very lively.

There are sugar men, candied haws, and houses on both sides are houses. Some open doors to do business inside. Some set up vendors within the scope permitted by the court. They start from thousands or five hundred steps in the direction of the city tower and spread to the bridge. They are places where stalls are allowed. Every night when there is no curfew, they are always brightly lit and full of the atmosphere of life.

At five o'clock every day, the monks in the temples made iron signs or wooden fishes to tell the dawn, and the market in Zhumen Bridge opened wide.

Because in winter, the sky is still drowsy, the restaurant often lights and candles to sell, each serving is only twenty cents, and porridge, rice and snacks.

Sometimes, there may be people who sell facial cleanser and boil some soup and tea medicine until dawn.

The atmosphere of life is far from comparable to that of the village. Qi Wuhuo looked at the people coming and going, and the children led by their parents, holding candy people in their hands, a god who stepped on the clouds or wearing various masks, the warmth of the world, and the heart was relaxed, and the soul was much more relaxed. He found a snack to sell pastries. Someone came out to greet him and said, "Does the Taoist priest want to eat some candy?"

"What do you want?"

Qi Wuhuo saw a wide variety of snacks inside and said gently:

"If you want osmanthus cake, divide it into two parts."

Thinking of sending some of the elves in the mountains and preparing them quickly, when Qi Wuhuo took it, he suddenly noticed a strange feeling, and his palm once again felt the moist breath he had felt in front of the fortune teller's stall yesterday.

And a strange, water-like smell.

Is it him?

ps:

The poem is about "Nan Kezi Zhang Dao's Question of Huang Ya" by Qiu Chuji's disciple and Yuan Chongzi.

The notes of the vendors in the city are Meng Yuanlao of the Song Dynasty, "Tokyo Dream Hualu·Volume 3"
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