Meng Zhi wanted to continue talking, but saw that the white-haired old man had turned over and started snoring.
In the quiet grocery store, there was nothing else but this subtle sound.
Meng Zhi couldn't help but stare at the old man's profile carefully.
The ravines are vertical and horizontal, the skin hangs down from the flesh, and the flesh is attached to the bones. Together with the messy gray hair, it also reflects the old man's age.
However, as early as more than ten years ago, he had heard neighbors talking about this old man.
He didn't care at that time.
A dying old wolf always looks for a place to bury himself.
As for the so-called adventure, it was just a smile.
Meng Zhi never believed this.
He firmly believes that asking for help from others is worse than asking for help from yourself.
As long as you work hard, you will eventually achieve something.
Until one day, I walked into a small shop in a daze and read a scripture.
When he asked about the person who wrote the book, he realized that the old man was not an ordinary person.
Later, I came often.
It's not because he realizes that the old man is an expert in the world, but because he is short of money. These scriptures may not be of high value outside, but for him, they can be saved.
Since there is a place where he can watch it for free, he will not just close his eyes and watch it.
I really couldn't escape, so I went to buy two jugs of good wine.
Meng Zhi paused slightly as he walked to the door.
If it were anyone else, they would definitely not think that the old man was some powerful monk.
In fact, that's what he did in the beginning.
However, what he didn't expect was that the 'coin', which he had always regarded as a mascot, would emit a faint light after getting close to the old man. He didn't know what the ancient coin was.
Passed down from family.
When I asked someone to identify it, they only said it was a broken magic weapon.
If you want to pawn it, you can get hundreds of high-grade spiritual stones.
Because the materials used in the coins are quite extraordinary.
He was not going to pawn his treasure until he was so poor that he could no longer afford to eat.
Meng Zhi, who was standing at the door, handed over and left.
Walking out of the narrow hut and bathing in the sunshine, Meng Zhi looked directly at the scorching sun hanging in the distance and couldn't help but ponder: "Is it immortal?"
Then he shook his head slightly.
The immortality Mr. Fox talks about is definitely different from the immortality he understands.
The most important thing is that those that are too simple and direct will definitely not pass the test, such as the sun and moon in the sky, and the immortals who transcend the heaven and earth.
Although immortality is just a legend, at least in the years he was alive, he had not seen any seniors in the Eastern Wilderness become immortals, and he had not even heard of the legend.
His biggest dream is to take the second step and become a great monk who can come and go freely.
The Holy Lord and Taoist Master are all high-ranking figures, and it is impossible to interact with him.
Meng Zhi shrugged and said nothing.
As a minor cultivator of the golden elixir, you should not aim too high.
As he was walking down the long street, Meng Zhi was brought back to reality by the sound of greeting not far away.
Looking at the scantily clad female cultivators soliciting customers in the pavilions and pavilions, Meng Zhi weighed the spiritual stones in his pocket. It was enough, but it was not easy to plunge into it.
Meng Zhi laughed and said, "Drinking and sex may also be immortal."
"As long as someone..."
After saying this, Meng Zhi was stunned for a moment.
His train of thought seemed to be wrong. Lord Fox was not asking him to pursue something unique, but something hidden in the world of mortals, perhaps love, hate, wine, sex, wealth.
More importantly, he shouldn't start with the monks.
Because the scroll in Master Fox's hand was written by a mortal.
"What's the difference between scriptures written by mortals?"
"Or."
"Because we monks have a long lifespan, we make a wrong judgment about what immortality is."
"If you look at it from a mortal perspective."
"What?"
"It should be immortal."
On the days after he was solved, Mengzhi ran around bookstores, searching for scriptures written by mortals.
Even the expats from Guxian Tower rarely pick them up.
All the brothers who looked at him were surprised.
…
Suddenly one day.
The gray-haired old man, who was reading the book in his hand with drooped eyelids, raised his head slightly and looked at the young monk at the door.
He was indeed a young man. Judging from his birth date and his physical age, he was not too old. He was able to reach the early stages of cultivating the Golden Elixir at this age, and his talent and spiritual roots were very good.
If you don't stick to the great realm of the Eastern Wilderness, don't settle in the ancient city, and go to the small areas and caves, you will definitely be able to do great things and bring blessings.
Talent and spiritual roots have never been something he valued.
He thought this young man would give up.
Or maybe after realizing that there is nothing strange about this grocery store and its owner, he left as a fantasy.
Unexpectedly, in just three days, the young man came back again.
The old man looked sideways at the person coming.
This person is not tall, rather thin, and his appearance is not outstanding, but he is handsome and good-looking.
The most distinctive thing is the pair of eyes, which are obviously very big. When the eyelids are lowered, they narrow into a slit and look very small. The pupils are not too big, and the single eyelids look rather cold and narrow.
The young man approached excitedly and said loudly: "Master Fox, I already know."
Meng Zhi sat down at the low table.
The old man brought the teacup over.
First, he poured a glass of spiritual wine for the old man, and then poured the mountain for himself.
After finishing the drink, he wiped the corners of his mouth and sighed: "In three days, I visited hundreds of bookstores, looked through the scriptures, and looked for books written by secular mortals."
Then his expression became serious: "Then I realized a problem. We are immortal cultivators, so we should use the standards of immortal cultivators. The scriptures you are holding are actually misleading."