The Danlunzong occupies the front mountain of the eighth ridge of Gulong Mountain, and under a cliff in the back mountain, there is a patch of green pines and green bamboos, covering more than a thousand acres. The pines are strong and the bamboos are tall and strong. It cannot be said to be hundreds. For thousands of years.
There are more than ten bamboo houses surrounded by pines and bamboos, with halls, bedrooms, alchemy rooms, study rooms, kitchens, and warehouses. This manor, which can accommodate more than ten people, now has only two people. One is lying in the main house coughing, and the other is wandering around the houses to check.
Lying in the main room coughing was Dong Lizi, the second master of Danlun Sect, a 169-year-old man. Time had dug ravines on his face.
Wu Sheng was looking around outside the house. When he first arrived, he was scolded by the old man. He could only let the old man take a breath first, calm down his excitement, and get familiar with the familiar environment.
There is no shortage of food and water, and there is enough firewood. Even if you don't deal with the sect for a month, you can still survive.
I turned back to the main house and looked around again. I felt as if I had returned to Langshan Mountain again and had taken on the title of Songzhu layman again.
Time is a spiral. Over the past six months, Wu Sheng often couldn't help but think so. .
The water on the stove was already boiling. Wu Sheng used the boiling water to make tea and completed his first work in the back mountain. Hearing the gasps in the room seem to have calmed down, he entered the main room with a tea tray.
"Bastard, you come in again? Who let you in? Get out!"
Wu Sheng placed the tea tray on the table, glanced at the old man lying on the couch, and asked, "Do you always drink tea?"
Dong Lizi shouted angrily: "Get out! If I don't drink, I'll be dead!"
Wu Sheng stood up and left, saying: "If you are thirsty, just drink by yourself. If you really can't get up, call me."
Ignoring Dong Lizi's insults behind him, he went out of the house on his own.
On the way here, Jing Yue had already told Wu Sheng that the old man suffered from heart disease. Although it was not serious, he was always suspicious and thought that everyone would harm him and try to steal his prescription.
"To put it bluntly, the second master and the teacher are brothers in the same discipline, and it will be ten years before he gets started. He knows the elixirs, but the teacher doesn't? Why do you need to rob them? So listen to these crazy words. Just forget it, don’t take it seriously, let alone spread it everywhere.”
This is what Jing Yue told Wu Sheng at that time, and Wu Sheng took it seriously. When he first entered the door, he was mistaken for Bai Xin by Dong Lizi - this was the previous Shi Dan, who couldn't bear it anymore. He said goodbye and went down the mountain nine months ago.
What is this if it's not that you've lost your mind?
After standing outside the door and listening to Dong Lizi's abuse for a while, Wu Sheng left the main room and went to the study next to it. There are bundles of letters piled up in the study, one volume after another, piles here and there, so messy.
Wu Sheng perked up, automatically blocked out the curses coming from the main room, and quickly flipped through the bamboo slips.
Danfang, Danfang, Danfang...
Wu Sheng opened a volume, looked at it twice, put it down, opened another volume, looked at it twice, put it down again, and then the next volume. While opening the volume, Wu Sheng silently recited the word "Alchemy".
I kept flipping through it until dark, but I didn't see any prescription.
Dong Lizi's scolding came from the main room again. Wu Sheng temporarily put down the slips and went to the main room to check. He saw Dong Lizi glaring at him fiercely and continued:
"Traitor, you colluded with them to plot against me. I've seen intrigues before you were born in your mother's womb. What things have never happened to me? Who haven't I seen? Who else can trick me into talking? Don't even think about it. …”
Wu Sheng repeated these words over and over again, but never saw any fresh ones. Wu Sheng's ears felt calloused, so he said: "I have eaten more salt than you have eaten, and I have crossed more bridges than you." There is still a long way to go.”
The scolding finally stopped, and Donglizi was startled: "What?"
Wu Sheng said: "Isn't this what you meant just now?"
Donglizi came to his senses and cursed again: "Thief, you want to make me angry to death, but you can't go along with your wishes..."
Wu Sheng smelled a sour and pungent smell, held his nose and walked to the couch, pulled the quilt away, and sure enough, a smell of urine emanated.
Wu Sheng in the previous life had taken care of his grandmother for several years. Wu Sheng, the assassin in this life, had also taken care of his seriously ill father for a period of time. He was very experienced in this matter. He went to get new clothes and pants and pulled Dong Lizi's pants down. Pulling, he also said: "You don't need to use 'thief' or 'thief' all the time. You can change the word to something similar, such as thieves, bitch, dog thief, etc., and the farther words can be replaced with bastard, Little beast, bastard... Huh? No, the last two words cannot be used, as they insult my parents. It's okay for you to scold me all the time, but it's not okay for you to insult my ancestors and parents. This is the bottom line. Otherwise, I'll spank you!"
While talking, he threw the urine-smelling clothes out of the house, wiped Dong Lizi's body with a wet wipe dipped in water, put on new clothes and pants for him, then pushed him aside and started changing the bedding.
After he finished the replacement, Dong Lizi suddenly woke up and started spraying again: "You bastard, who wants you to sell well..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Sheng stretched out the tea cup and forcefully drank two sips of tea.
The old man drank the tea, spit out the foam, and started spraying. Wu Sheng couldn't help but smile to himself when he heard that he didn't dare to use words like "little beast" and "bastard".
He is not just a verbal threat, he really wants to spank the old man. Even though the old man is a senior cultivator at the peak of the God Refining Realm, he has been restrained by his senior brother Kuang Tian, because he is worried that the old man will hurt people at will when his mind is lost.
Wu Sheng has personal experience with this method. It is different from ordinary monks who tap acupoints to seal the pulses. They directly plant the alien true energy in the sea of qi, which does not damage the acupuncture points and veins, but can seal the use of true energy in the sea of qi. This is the realm of refining the void. A restraint method that only highly educated people understand.
Therefore, Wu Sheng does not need to worry about Dong Lizi's counterattack, nor is he afraid of his future retaliation, nor will he grovel for Dong Lizi's excessive status. Everything will be fine as usual. What he wants is the prescription of the pill, and he wants to know the secret of the pill. News, immediately flash people, who cares what will happen to Donglizi?
Dong Lizi suffered internal injuries caused by himself yesterday and was only discovered today, so Wu Sheng didn't plan to let him eat. He wanted to starve him for two meals first and empty his stomach first. Furthermore, for a high-level cultivator in the God Refining Realm, even if his true energy is sealed, it’s not a big deal if he doesn’t eat for a few days.
Wu Sheng then went back to the study to open the book, one after another, but never found any profit.
Early the next morning, Wu Sheng went to the forest to find a bamboo tube, made a new chamber pot, went into the house and grabbed the old man up. After going to the toilet, the old man continued to scold, and Wu Sheng went to the study to check it a second time, this time more carefully.
These letters are mainly divided into two categories, one is about alchemy, and the other is the old man's autobiography. Both types of letters were written by the old man himself.
Wu Sheng tried reading through the acrostic method and the skipping method, but there was still no prescription. He couldn't help but sigh, full of disappointment, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the bamboo house. Listening to the old man's stereotyped curses, he thought to himself:
Should we torture the old man to extract a confession?
