The snow whistles and the cold wind is like a knife.

On the dead of winter, everything is silent, the world is bleak, and all vitality returns to the earth.

Tianlian Mountain belongs to the branch of the Taiyu Mountains, which is ordinary and inconspicuous.

There is a Taoist temple on Tianlian Mountain. The Taoist temple has been disrepair for so many years, the walls are mottled, and the red paint on the gate is falling off. You can tell at a glance that it is not a place with great incense.

From time to time, people will come nearby, burn two incense sticks to ask for peace of mind.

But that's all. Nowadays, there is no real faith anymore.

Click!

Anqisheng stood up and closed the window that was blown open by the wind.

The Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and the wind has also penetrated from the gap when the windows are closed.

It made him tighten the thick down jacket on his body.

He has a slender figure, but his body is very thin, and his pretty face also has a hint of unhealthy whiteness.

"It's time to practice this Taoist temple."

An Qisheng said to an old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on the collapse.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a washed white Taoist robe, a thick cotton coat inside, and a pot of red-hot charcoal fire was placed in front of him.

The old Taoist priest's family's surname is Li and his name is Qingyuan. He is the master of this Taoist sacred temple. He has 76 this year, and his first-hand medical skills are also well-known in Daxuan.

"There was no such heavy snow in previous years."

The old Taoist priest's face was rosy, and I don't know if it was blown by the wind or smoked by charcoal.

But judging from its slightly moist corners of eyes, it seems to be the latter.

"The Master Qingyuan taught me the stinging dragon sleeping pill technique. I will help you practice Taoist temples, that's also what I should do."

An Qisheng picked up the teacup and blew it gently, and the mist covered his eyes:

"After all, I may not be able to live long."

"The sting dragon sleeping pill is just a little trick to assist in martial arts practice. You don't have to be polite."

The old Taoist priest wiped the corners of his eyes and was moistened by the smoke, but he felt a little regretful.

This child is good at everything, but he doesn't live long.

"It is said that in ancient times, someone lived over 800 and was like an ordinary person... I wanted to live until the age of twenty but could not get it."

An Qisheng drank a sip of tea and felt the pain in his heart:

"I can also read the Taoist sect through it, and I have also learned a lot of Buddhist visualizations. I still cannot save my life...

Is there really no real way to practice in the world?"

An Qisheng couldn't help but feel a little confused. He has been different from ordinary people since he was a child. Sometimes he can dream of another wonderful life on a planet that is similar to the mysterious star.

It was like a dream, and it seemed like my own past life.

It is precisely because of these memories that he was able to accumulate a small family business at a young age.

However, when I was about to show my strength, I didn’t expect that I had a terminal illness and the medicine was helpless.

Only you know the taste in this.

"Where is there any real way to practice in this world?"

The old Taoist priest lowered his eyelids and sighed.

It is true that he is a Taoist priest, but a Taoist priest is not a god, and the hospital cannot save him. Naturally, he can't save his medical skills.

Unfortunately, there is no real way to live in the world. If so, then from ancient times to the present, there are many emperors and generals who have pursued immortality and cannot die of old age.

"Make the Taoist priest laugh."

After sighing, An Qisheng also returned to peace. He had heard too many similar words in the past two years.

If he hadn't had his own special circumstances, he wouldn't have believed that there were these things in this world.

"Whether you are alive, I can't even look at it calmly between life and death. How dare you laugh at the lay Buddhist?"

The old Taoist priest plucked the charcoal fire and said seriously.

"I won't bother Master Qingyuan anymore."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and stood up to say goodbye.

"The wind and snow are quite strong, and the layman's health is no better than before. So he rested in the Taoist temple for a day. When the wind and snow stopped, he would go down the mountain."

The old Taoist priest stood up to stay.

"Please trouble the Taoist priest."

An Qisheng did not refuse. Although he had practiced martial arts, martial arts could strengthen his body, but it could not withstand the invasion of the disease.

His body is not as good as before.

Squeak...

The old Taoist priest pushed open the door and the biting cold wind blew in.

The temperature, which was not much, dropped sharply by three minutes.

An Qisheng tightly dressed and followed the old Taoist priest out of the room.

The wind and snow were strong in the sky, and the snow was scattered. A thick layer of snow had already accumulated in the Taoist temple, and the tall pine and cypress were lowered.

"The owner, the guest room has been cleaned."

At this time, a little Taoist priest walked out of the door next to him.

"Little friend has a rest."

The old Taoist priest nodded and said to An Qisheng.

"The Taoist priest is old, so there is no need to entertain me."

An Qisheng smiled and walked into the guest room.

The guest room is not big, with only one bed, one table and a chair, two basins of charcoal fires. There are a few ancient books on the table, and there are some miscellaneous items in the corner.

"The body is getting weaker and weaker. After ten years of martial arts practice, it is almost gone..."

An Qisheng sighed, took off his shoes, lay flat on the bed and relaxed his whole body.

His right leg is underneath, his knees bent and his thighs are curled up, like a bow, and his left arm is stretched tightly against his thighs, but it is the posture of the Dragon Sleeping Pill.

As the name suggests, the Hibernating Dragon Sleeping Pill is the skill of sleeping.

According to legend, this sleeping technique is the only way to regulate the body and mind through the true teachings of Taoism.

An Qisheng has been practicing this sleeping exercise for several years, and the twenty-four movements have been very familiar with each other.

As soon as I lay down, I naturally pose in this position.

The sapling dragon sleeping pill he learned is said to be a true teaching, which is a bit different from what ordinary people learn.

In fact, this sleeping function really reduced his pain.

"I'm really unwilling to give up..."

An Qisheng closed his eyes, feeling sad and speechless.

A year ago, he was suffering from a terminal illness and had no help. At first, he went to several major hospitals for medical treatment, but he refused to give up until all major hospitals issued notices of critical illness.

It was not until his attending doctor tentatively discussed with him the right to naming his own illness that he completely gave up his path to seeking medical treatment.

When you reach this situation, if you are an ordinary person, you may be waiting to die.

But he believed that there must be power beyond the ordinary in this world!

Because, he broke the mystery in the womb and got some memories that looked like in his previous life!

The planet named Earth is more developed than the Xuanxing where you are. It may overlap in two lifetimes, but it is also a world covering finance, politics, humanities, writing, science, and a glorious 5,000-year history. It is by no means something that anyone can imagine!

Parallel world?

Traveling through time?

Reincarnation?

Or something else?

An Qisheng didn't know, but he believed that even such a thing could happen, so why wouldn't he have extraordinary power?

He was absolutely unwilling to let his body decline day by day and did nothing, and eventually died of illness on the hospital bed!

This is also the reason why he has traveled all over the country over the years. It is definitely not that he is rushing to seek medical treatment.

Unfortunately, I have been off for a year.

Over the past year, he has visited countless temples and temples.

But there was nothing left.

"It's been a year, and there's no gain. It's time to arrange your funeral. You have to keep your parents safe and have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, and they won't be sad in their later years..."

An Qisheng's eyes were half closed, covering the tears.

The territory of Daxuan is vast, and it is not enough for him to travel all over a year, but he has not had much time left, and his increasingly weak body is not enough for him to continue.

He sighed softly in his heart and silently recited the formula of the Hibernating Dragon Sleeping Pill:

"The dragon returns to the Yuanhai, and the yang hides in the Yin. People say they hibernate the dragon, but I hibernate the heart..."

Soon he fell into a half-sleep.

Huhu~~~

An Qisheng's chest was fluctuating and his breathing frequency changed indefinitely.

The Hibernating Dragon Sleeping Pill is a method to adjust breathing, nourish essence, and regulate the body and mind in sleep.

After An Qisheng practiced, he slept shorter and shorter, but his spirit became more and more energetic.

Unfortunately, this sleeping exercise can only relieve his pain, but cannot cure his lesions.

Gradually, An Qisheng's slightly pale face slowly appeared a hint of rosy, and the stinging pain seemed to disappear from time to time.

dark!

nothingness!

Tolerance to everything!

An Qisheng felt that his spirit was very relaxed, and the darkness around him surrounded him like water.

Buzz ~~~

Suddenly, An Qisheng seemed to hear something.

"I'm dreaming again?"

An Qisheng had such a thought in his mind.

boom!

It was like a bronze bell ringing in a temple, like thunder coming out of the mountain, exploding in An Qisheng's heart.

After this excitement, An Qisheng actually "opened his eyes" in his sleep!

Open your eyes in a dream!

This feeling was very strange. He had never woken up and never opened his eyes, but An Qisheng clearly "saw" the wooden beams under the roof in the darkness!

And the old roof that seemed to seep a little snow water!

You can even see the spider spinning silk and webs in the corner of the wooden beam!

"Um?!"

An Qisheng was shocked and subconsciously got up, but he felt like he was falling from a mountain and could not move at all.

dream?

Ghostly pressing the bed?

Or something else?

An Qisheng looked up at the beam of the room and was surprised to lose the panic he should have, but instead felt a hint of expectation.

Just as An Qisheng calmed down, the place where his "eye" was gaze suddenly changed.

The first thing that changes is the edge of the beam, accompanied by dust and a spider web of three or two small insects.

The spider lifted his arthropod and released the little insect that was struggling to death on the spider web. The little insect retreated and left the spider web. The dust falling on the spider web slowly rose...

Then, a trace of spider silk was swallowed back by the backward spider!

“What’s going on….”

An Qisheng was shocked.

Then, I saw a scene that he would never forget for his life.

The bits of snow water that seeps out from the old roof slowly disappears...

The night slowly and firmly retreated, gradually turning into dusk, noon, early morning...

The mottled walls gradually faded away...

On the rotten wooden beams, the wood chips that once separated are returned, gradually becoming as smooth as new...

The old guest rooms have been completely renewed, and disintegrated at a more rapid speed, becoming a skeleton, and eventually disappearing!

It seemed that in just a moment, what caught An Qisheng's eyes was already a cloudless blue sky!
Chapter completed!