"Kunlun...Kunlun..."
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the old man with gray hair and slightly cloudy eyes murmured something in his mouth:
"Is this the name of the star where we live?"
The old man's calloused palms kept rubbing a piece of wood. The latter had already been riddled with countless large holes by insects, but it was still regarded as a treasure by the old man. What was crookedly written on it was "Kunlun" II. Character.
The old man is a farmer. He has been busy all his life with his face turned to the loess and his back to the sky. Naturally, he does not know a few Chinese characters.
The word "Kunlun" on the wooden board was something he saw in his dream one day and carved it when he woke up.
Later, I met a kind-hearted scholar who was passing by in Beijing to take the exam. After a while, the old farmer figured out what these two words were called.
"Old man, the word 'Kunlun' has a lot of background. I can't tell you that your ancestors were much richer."
Facing the scholar's slightly teasing words, the old farmer just smiled honestly.
At this moment, the old man was muttering by the oil lamp, and naturally he was listened to by the bored boy leaning on the bedside. The latter stared at his big watery eyes and said curiously:
"Grandpa Zeng, do you think we really live on the stars?"
Hearing this, the old man turned around, with a smile on his furrowed face, and said in a serious tone:
"You naughty monkey, what the gods said is still false!?"
Hearing what the old man said, the young man couldn't help but pursed his lips, with an expression of complete disbelief:
"Huh! Grandpa, you are lying again. My parents said you were sick that time and had a fever!"
"Besides, how can a human being live on a star..."
The young man was lying on the bed while retorting, but his eyelids were twitching at the same time. Having had enough fun during the day, he soon fell asleep.
"This kid!"
The old man cursed, but he neatly covered his great-grandson with the quilt and blew out the oil lamp.
Literati all say that autumn is crisp and refreshing, but farmers in the mountains only know that autumn tigers really want to eat people at night.
The young man was careless and snoring loudly, leaving the old man staring blankly out of the window.
Finally, in the dead of night and everything was silent, the old man seemed to have made some determination and dug out a "treasure" wrapped in red cloth from under the bed.
Carefully uncovering the cloth, there was a dull jade piece inside.
What the old man did not tell his great-grandson was that this "family heirloom" was the reason why he could dream of immortals.
It's a pity that it only happened once, and he just watched the gods in his dream and didn't remember much else.
Although the old man suffered a serious illness since that time, his health has gotten better and better since then. He always feels warm in his stomach and has endless energy all over his body.
But even if I sleep with the jade piece in my arms, I can no longer dream of immortals.
After a moment of silence, the old man quickly wrapped up the jade piece, closed the door, and quietly went out with a hoe on his back.
The late autumn night was really cold, but this was not the first time that the old man had gone out so late, so he was quite familiar with the journey.
Going straight to the back mountain, the old man continued digging according to the marks he left.
He still remembers that he dug out some beautiful "strange stones" in the back mountain and took them home, so that he could dream of gods at night.
But when I woke up early the next morning, those strange rocks were gone.
Nowadays, people are getting old, and it seems that they have only a few days left to live, but the old farmer thinks of the gods in his dreams again.
The old man's idea was very simple. He just wanted to ask the gods to bless his descendants. It would be better if he could also "give light" to them.
"Clang——"
"Clang——"
The old man dug slowly and steadily with a hoe and a hoe.
Although he couldn't explain why, the old man had a feeling in his heart that he would soon dig out those strange rocks.
"when--"
Finally, an unusual sound like gold and iron clashing came. It was obviously not soil or anything like that, and the old man couldn't help but look happy.
The old man used the same brute strength that he had when he was young, and he dug up the thick soil in three strokes.
Although I was out of breath from exhaustion, the harvest in front of me was really gratifying.
Under the cold moonlight, it reflected a variety of colors, and countless strange stones the size of chickens shone brightly.
Seeing this, the old man quickly took out the jade pieces from his arms and carefully placed them on the strange and colorful stones.
After a while, he felt dizzy and finally couldn't help but fall asleep.
In his sleep, the old man saw the legendary immortal again.
Time flies by, and the years are ruthless. Ten years later, the old man finally passed away.
For farmers who have worked hard all their lives and suffered countless diseases, it is already an incredible miracle that they can live to the age of eighty-two without any disease or disaster.
Even in the whole village, this is a "happy event" that has not happened in many years.
The descendants of the old man were also honored and held a grand funeral for him with great splendor.
The boy in the past has now grown into a young man.
Perhaps because he had read a book and was literate, the young man seemed very calm, and he did not show much sadness at the death of his great-grandfather who loved him the most. Instead, he gave his neighbors a good meal.
In fact, the young man had a sharp ear and eyesight, and he picked up on people's gossip. In the end, he just smiled indifferently.
No matter how noisy it is, it will eventually dissipate.
At night, the young man sat by the bed and took out the most precious treasure left to him by his great-grandfather - the jade piece.
The young man carefully condensed the essence accumulated in his body for more than half a month, and finally guided it into the jade piece.
The latter immediately shimmered, and a strange scene suddenly appeared in the young man's mind, with a vague figure mechanically explaining the method of practice.
"Bi Ma Jue"!
That's right, what is recorded in the family heirloom that the old man regards as a rare treasure is not a profound cultivation method.
It's just that in a certain sect in the past, the simple spiritual techniques for Taoist boys to practice were difficult to reach the level of elegance.
But in this extraordinary era, it is already an opportunity that many people ask for but cannot get.
The young man eagerly absorbed the cultivation methods recorded in the jade slips, and was full of yearning for the legendary magical power of flying to the sky and escaping from the earth.
In fact, the young man is extraordinary enough. Without any guidance, he only relied on the crude method recorded on the incomplete jade slips to open up the sea of suffering on his own. If he had been born before the great change of heaven and earth, he would have been an extraordinary figure.
Now, it can only be buried in the wilderness.
However, being born in the age of extreme spirits is the tragedy of every monk.
…
On this day, the young man followed the instructions left by his great-grandfather and went up the mountain to dig out the "strange stones" that contained essence.
Unfortunately, as the grandfather and grandson have been mining for many years, fewer and fewer "strange rocks" can be dug out of the mountain.
Just when the young man was anxious but helpless——
He raised his eyes following the vague feeling and saw a scene that he would never forget.
There was a man and a woman standing in the clouds, smiling at him, just like the legendary immortals descending into the mortal world.
Two updates completed.
Tomorrow weekend, there will be additional updates as usual, one update around 13:30 and two updates around 19:30.
This chapter is a transition. It shows the difficulties of practicing in the Jueling Era from a side perspective. It will not be described in such detail later.
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