The old man and Shigou are both kind-hearted people.
He thought that the Taoist in front of him disliked the porridge being thin and tasteless, so he refused to drink a bowl.
Who can live without eating or drinking?
Wouldn’t that mean he became a god in heaven?
The worst thing to do is to be the father-in-law of the land.
Mu Nan still didn't take the porridge.
There was only clear soup left in the pot. He couldn't bear it and changed the subject:
"Mr. Leng, I want to stay at your place for a day. Do you want to disturb me?"
The old man waved his hands indifferently: "The thatched house is simple. As long as you don't feel aggrieved, young hero, not to mention one day, even ten days is fine."
Mu Nan offered his hand to the old man and asked the ten dogs: "Dog, would you like to accompany me for a walk in the mountains?"
"Of course I am willing, but I can't run too far. There is a big insect in the deep mountains and old forests. It has three heads. One can spit fire and the other can spray water..."
Shigou seemed to have forgotten all his worries after having breakfast and was chattering along the way.
So unhappy.
"Ten dogs!" Mu Nan followed him, telling him to slow down while chanting:
"There is no way to learn the Tao. Kowling is beneficial. The mind follows the Dantian and is allowed to circulate... the cycle continues, which is the Little Zhoutian."
Shigou used a piece of firewood to cut weeds on the roadside and asked curiously:
"What are you reading, uncle? He's babbling incessantly."
"If you can remember it during the day, you will have meat to eat at night!"
"I know! Uncle can transform into meat! Speaking of which, uncle is still the father-in-law of the land."
"Would the dog be willing to carry it for a day?"
"The dog is willing!"
Mu Nan teaches the practice method of Ten Dogs, which is the basic method of Hedao in Xuntianjian.
With the spiritual power of this world being so thin, he didn't expect Ten Dogs to make a difference in practice.
But using Hedao as the foundation and silently feeling the aura of heaven and earth would be of great benefit to his thin body.
The universality of He Dao is more conducive to the practice of Ten Dogs than Tai Xuan Dao.
The reason why he did it on a whim was not because he had the intention to accept a disciple, but because of the favor of the meal.
Shigou is quite smart and can chant on his own after only learning it twice.
And soon I can read smoothly and smoothly.
It's just that some resistance gradually developed in the body's meridians.
In the sentence-by-word explanation, interruptions began.
Thinking of his prairie dog again.
Mu Nan shook his head helplessly.
It’s just the nature of a child.
Make a secret with one hand, then send and receive "Blue Fire Pendant" and "Sky Thunder".
"If you learn well, you can be like me. You can summon wind, fire, thunder and lightning. If you encounter a groundhog, you can chop it into pieces with a thunderbolt."
Shigou's eyes widened and he became serious again.
Not bad at understanding.
Mu Nan commented.
It's time for sunset.
Mu Nan carried a ten-foot-long bamboo pole in one hand, which was hung with delicacies and game, and held ten dogs in the other hand, returning to the Leng family courtyard.
"Mr. Leng, please do..."
Mu Nan's words stopped there, and his eyes seemed to have filled with sand for a moment.
Or because he didn't eat in the morning, the old man stewed the only old hen in the yard.
Just to entertain him, an uninvited guest who just met him.
If he had known this, he would not have eaten that bowl of porridge in the morning.
"Young hero." The old man felt a little ashamed: "There is really nothing to entertain, how about making do with some food?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Leng!"
Mu Nan put the bamboo pole on the fence and continued: "These meats can be smoked to replenish the bodies of the ten dogs."
The old man rubbed his hands nonchalantly, his eyes slightly cloudy, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak for a long time.
Because of the inconvenience of his legs and feet, even the fish and shrimp in the river could not be caught by the ten dogs.
The best thing the ten dogs ate was the stewed hen and the few eggs it occasionally laid.
For dinner, Mu Nan ate a little meat and a few mouthfuls of porridge.
He stopped moving his chopsticks.
After the meal, he summoned ten dogs and taught them one by one how to use spiritual power.
Until he fell into a deep sleep.
"Young hero, you should let the dog do the apprenticeship ceremony. But the family is poor and cannot afford pig legs and sheep heads..."
Old men are not stupid.
From the words and deeds of the two of them, it was known that Mu Nan was teaching the Ten Dog Taoist techniques.
With these methods, ten dogs will not starve to death in a hundred years.
However, the village chief was extremely cautious about passing on the art.
For example, if a child wants to follow the blacksmith in the village and learn how to make plows, shovels, etc., a special set of etiquette is required.
Let’s not mention the three bows and nine kowtows for the moment, but the apprenticeship ceremony is indispensable.
Mu Nan smiled.
He also took out gold, silver, jewelry and other items from the storage ring and placed them on a small table in the courtyard.
"Mr. Leng, these things must be enough for daily necessities, or to give the dog a wife."
The old man was not polite, picked a ring from among them, and said nervously:
"Using this thing is enough to leave a thought for the dog. People in the mountains and wild areas don't need much, so they just barter."
"Oh?" Mu Nan was impressed by the old man's simplicity and asked, "What do you want to change for?"
"Firewood, grain, country game, well salt." The old man counted all his treasures: "And bamboo."
"Bamboo?" Mu Nan was puzzled: "Can bamboo be bartered?"
"Bamboo is extremely useful. It is indispensable for building a house and purchasing furniture for a small yard, but only good bamboo is needed."
Mu Nan suddenly realized.
Take out the pear bamboo fruit brought from the dangerous situation on September 1st from the storage ring.
Under the watchful eye of the old man, he took out one of the seeds and scattered it around the fence.
"When the bamboo grows lush and green, it's time for the ten dogs to take wives."
Mu Nan did not expect that his emotional words would be slapped in the face the next morning.
Snapping sound.
The seeds sown in the evening were lush and lush the next day, with bamboo shoots everywhere.
He was also destined not to be able to see Shi Gou exchange lush bamboo for a beautiful wife.
"Shepherd Immortal..."
The old man felt that having such an ability to control all living things with his hands was beyond the comparison of a young hero.
So, he quickly changed his tune.
If Mu Nan hadn't helped him up in a hurry, the old man would have even knelt down on the spot:
"It is a blessing for an old man to see gods appear when he is dying."
In fact, Mu Nan was extremely shocked by the bamboo shoots everywhere.
He thought it was just a fruit that the girl in the goose-yellow floral skirt in the secret realm asked him to eat on a whim.
Unexpectedly, the pear bamboo fruit has such wonderful creation.
"Fortunately, there is one left."
Zizhan said, It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo.
After returning to the Xiantian Prison, planting pear and fruit bamboos in Xianyi Residence will definitely be one of the most elegant things in life.
Looking at the ten dogs still sleeping soundly in the room, Mu Nan said:
"Mr. Leng, when the dog wakes up, say goodbye for me."
The old man was a little reluctant to leave, and asked knowingly: "Are the gods leaving?"
Mu Nan nodded, turned around and stepped out of the small courtyard.
On a deserted hillside.
Sacrifice the soul-gathering coffin.
Insert six top-quality spiritual stones into the grooves and fly through the mountains.
Mangshan North.
Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall.
Flying is very inconvenient.
It's not that you deliberately hide your figure.
But he discovered a very strange phenomenon.
Every time it increases by one point, the soul-gathering coffin consumes one more point of spiritual power.
It seems that the heaven and earth in this area are highly restricted.
This was almost beyond his comprehension.
Fortunately, although we were startled by the sound of frogs along the way, we were not in danger.
At noon on the sixth day, he discovered a Taoist temple in the distance.
Somewhat dilapidated, the incense is not strong.
But the sound of fighting was extremely violent.
Mu Nan didn't know why and didn't rush in rashly.
Instead, he chose a valley, collected the soul-gathering coffin, and cautiously approached the Taoist temple.
The fighting became more and more intense.
Judging from the sounds, it should be a man and a woman fighting with the Taoist temple's master.
"Mandrill, we are disciples of the Chunyang Sect. Since we are here, you should bow down and kill us!"
The one who spoke was a female nun.
The words are also extremely domineering.
"Hmph, so what about the Chunyang Sect? I have neither harmed anyone's life nor caused trouble to the world. I am devoted to the Tao. Why can't I be born in the world of heaven and earth?"
Through the dense branches, Mu Nan discovered that the mandrill's voice was a bit sharp.
It looks like a child, with only one leg and long hair all over its body.
It looks like a deformed monkey.
"Even if you are a monster, you should know that there is no coexistence between good and evil. I, Chunyang Palace, am the leader of the righteous path, and I bear the responsibility of slaying demons!"
The male cultivator's words seemed much more solemn.
At least it sounds a lot nicer.
"The Chunyang Palace has caused countless harm to the demon clan, isn't it because of my bones and muscles?" Mandrill said slightly sadly: "My father was tortured and stripped of his bones by your Chunyang Palace to make a demon-suppressing bow, and yet you still want to kill them all!"
