"Hmm~"
Chen Xuan's whole body was extremely sore, and he felt drowsily like someone was pushing him.
A young voice cried anxiously: "Senior brother! Senior brother! Wake up quickly! Master is gone. If something happens to you again, what will I do? Senior brother!"
He groaned, forced himself to open his eyes, and dimly saw a small figure pushing him.
The shaking made his head throbbing and he couldn't help but said: "No, stop shaking."
The hoarse and weak voice startled him. Is this what I said?
"Senior brother, are you awake? It's great!" The figure shouted in surprise and pounced on him.
"Hmph!" Chen Xuan felt his eyes go dark and almost lost his breath.
After finally regaining his breath, he pushed away the figure lying on his body and saw clearly that he was a young Taoist boy with delicate features. At this time, his face was covered with black and white streaks of tears.
He was in an old tiled house, with log beams and ridges above his head, surrounded by yellow mud walls.
"What is this place? Why am I here?"
As soon as Chen Xuan had doubts, the previous scene flashed through his mind.
He picked up the express and was walking back when suddenly a puff of white mist hit his face. He was so frightened that he turned around and fell to the ground.
After that, and then now.
what's the situation?
Just when he was wondering, a little painted face appeared in front of him, "Senior brother, you are finally awake. I don't know what to do if you don't wake up."
Chen Xuan couldn't help but ask: "Who are you? Why do you call me senior brother?"
The little Taoist boy was stunned, curled up the corner of his mouth, cried loudly, and shouted: "Brother is stupid, master... master... master is dead! Wow..."
Just when I wanted to call Master, I remembered that Master was dead and couldn't help but cry louder.
Chen Xuan was already feeling uncomfortable. Hearing him cry made his head hurt. He couldn't help shouting: "Don't cry."
The little Taoist boy's crying stopped suddenly, and he stared at him with a pair of big, teary eyes, and couldn't stop crying again.
"Now, I ask and you answer." Chen Xuan sighed, sat up, rubbed his head, and asked: "What is your name? What is my name? What is this place? Who is the master? And again How did you die?"
"Senior brother, you ask too many questions." The little Taoist boy couldn't help sobbing and said timidly.
Chen Xuan saw that he was only in his teens, sighed again, and asked, "Who am I?"
"You are senior brother." Xiao Daotong curled his lips and was about to cry again.
Chen Xuan quickly comforted him, and it took a lot of effort before he could understand.
Combined with the intermittent memories in his mind, he also understood the current situation.
He has traveled through time, his name is still Chen Xuan, his dharma name is Daoxuan, and the little Taoist boy in front of him is his junior brother.
Formerly an orphan, he was picked up as a disciple by Li Santong, the master of Baiyun Temple in Qingfeng Mountain.
The little Tao boy was brought back from his infancy. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find his family, so he had to raise him together.
Because I didn’t know what my surname was, and I still had a piece of jade with the character “Yang” engraved on it, I just gave him the name Yuyang.
A few days ago, Li Santong suddenly fell asleep and never got up again. However, the old man was already over one hundred and four years old, and he had more than doubled, which can be said to be a long life.
After asking someone to bury their master, the two brothers lived together in the temple.
Who would have thought that when he got up last night, his head suddenly hurt, and he fainted in the courtyard without knowing where he was.
Yuyang saw that he hadn't gone back for a long time. When he came out to look for him, he found him unconscious on the ground, with a cut on his head and blood flowing all over the floor. He was immediately frightened to death.
Later, he came back to his senses, bandaged his wounds randomly, and took him back to the house to keep him there all night.
When I saw that he was still awake in the morning, I thought that my senior brother might be dead, so I panicked and started crying.
After answering the questions now, I couldn't hold on and fell asleep.
Chen Xuan hugged Yuyang who was clutching his collar tightly, rubbed his brows that were still frowning in his sleep, and sighed quietly.
It was really difficult for him. How did a ten-year-old child move himself back when he was frightened and frightened?
but……
What is this thing called? Just take a courier and travel through time?
I touched my head and tested the location of the wound. It was a little behind the top of my head. It looked like something had fallen and hit me.
For fear of causing bleeding again, he didn't dare to take off the haphazardly wrapped strips of cloth.
Put Yuyang on the bed, take off the robe that was tightly held by him and cover him, then stood up and looked around.
The room is not big, only three meters square. There are two beds placed on the left and right inside, basically taking up most of the space.
There is a small table on the left side of the door, and two wooden swords, one large and one small, are hung on the wall. On the right side is a wooden shelf with a pottery basin on it.
He looked at his current appearance through the water inside. His eyebrows were like lacquer, his eyes were bright, his nose was high and his mouth was wide. He looked very well-groomed.
Looking at his body, he is about 1.8 meters tall, with big arms and round waist, broad shoulders and thick back. His hands and feet are slender and strong. He is obviously in good physical condition.
It is true that when I first woke up, my whole body was sore and weak. Now, except for the slight pain in my head, I no longer feel any pain.
Although he looks strong and mature, he is actually only eighteen years old.
He walked out and looked around. There were three tile-roofed rooms in the main room. The west room he came out of was the main hall, which enshrined a statue of the god. The east room was the room of the original temple owner Li Santong, which is now vacant.
There is a thatched house in the east and west. Some sundries and tools are stored in the west. The kitchen is in the east, and there is a well at the door.
There is also a pomegranate tree and a jujube tree in the courtyard. The pomegranate tree is at the door of the east house. The flowering period has passed but the fruit is not yet ripe.
The jujube tree is at the door of the west house. Its branches and leaves still have small yellow and green flowers that have not faded. It covers the small courtyard with lush greenery. There is a bluestone table and four stone benches under the tree.
There is also a water tank on the road opposite the entrance and the palace gate. There is a lotus planted in it, with three or five lotus leaves swaying and a red lotus standing alone.
Although the place is small, it has all the essentials.
There was a pool of blood under the jujube tree, presumably where he fell.
When I walked over and took a look, I found that it was dry, and there were fresh leaves and branches scattered around. When I looked up, I saw that there were indeed signs of breakage on it.
After searching around, I found two shiny new bamboo slips under the stone table.
He reached out to pick it up, and when he stood up, he heard a "thud" sound, which startled him. When he looked again, he found that the bluestone table was shaking because he accidentally bumped it.
"Is this table made of fake stone?" Chen Xuan thought to himself, stretched out his hands to shake the sides of the stone table, and found that the stone table was real, weighing about two to three hundred pounds.
"Hey, the original owner is still a natural strong man?" He picked up a bluestone pier in one hand and found that it was also real. It weighed dozens of kilograms smaller, but in his hand it was not much heavier than the wooden one.
After playing with it for a long time in joy, he remembered the two bamboo slips he had picked up. He sat on the stone bench, untied the rope and unfolded it. He immediately exclaimed: "Isn't this what I bought?"
These two volumes of bamboo slips, one engraved with "Huang Ting Jing" and the other engraved with "Eight Divine Mantras of Taoism", were the express delivery he had received before.
Could it be said that these two things were the ones that hit him? Is my own time travel related to this?
Could this be his golden finger?
He reached out his hand to the wound on his head and wiped it with some blood, but there was still no reaction. It seemed that the blood could not be used to identify the owner.
I checked it over and over again, but couldn't find anything special. It seemed like it was just an ordinary handicraft processed by a machine.
"Forget it, just keep it as a souvenir and take a look first before talking about it. I haven't had time to look at it since I bought it."
Chen Xuan stopped thinking about it and picked up the "Huang Ting Jing" and read it word by word.
"In front of the Emperor Zixiaxu of the Shangqing Dynasty, the Lord of Yuchen on the Supreme Dao Dao; he lives in idleness and writes seven words of pistil pearls, which disperse the five shapes and transform the gods; this is the inner chapter of Huang Ting's speech, and the three-fold dancing fetal fairy in the heart of the piano..."
"Huang Ting Jing" is the main classic of Taoism and is also regarded as the main classic of inner alchemy practice by inner alchemists. It is known as "the wonderful scripture of longevity and longevity".
It can be divided into "Jade Sutra of Inner Scenes of Huangting" and "Jade Sutra of External Scenes of Huangting". The content of this bamboo slip is a combination of internal and external scenes.
Although Chen Xuan cannot memorize it, he has read it countless times online and now it reads very smoothly.
As he watched, he lost track of time. When he came to his senses, he had finished reading the two scriptures and felt a little fascinated.
Just as he was about to look at the Eight Great Divine Curses again, he heard Yu Yang in the room shouting in horror: "Senior Brother! Senior Brother!"
"Coming, coming!" He hurriedly threw the letter on the stone table, ran into the house and saw Yuyang hugging his robe and shouting with fear on his face.
When I saw him, I quickly ran out of bed and hugged him, shouting: "Brother, where have you gone?"
For a child who was only ten years old, the master he had depended on since childhood had just passed away. If Chen Xuan hadn't traveled through time, even the senior brother he had grown up with would be gone. It looked really pitiful.
"I didn't go anywhere, I was just outside." Chen Xuan picked him up and stroked his back to comfort him.
After being comforted for a while, Yuyang finally regained his composure, raised his head and shouted in surprise: "Senior brother, are you okay?"
Chen Xuan rubbed his head and said, "It's okay."
"Great!" He happily threw himself into Chen Xuan's arms, muttering, "Senior brother, there is no need to leave, senior brother, there is no need to leave..."
That tone made Chen Xuan sigh.
Suddenly there was a grunting sound, Yuyang rubbed his stomach and said: "Brother, I'm hungry."
"I'm going to get something to eat." Chen Xuan also felt hungry, so he went out with him, put away the letters on the stone table, and went to the kitchen to the east.
There was a water vat, a rice vat, a stove, a cabinet in the dim room. A piece of bacon and two dried fish hung on the beam.
He looked through it and saw that there was still a lot of rice in the rice vat. In addition to bowls and chopsticks, there was a can of noodles and some dried vegetables of unknown names in the cabinet.
Chen Xuan washed out some rice, chopped the dried vegetables into pieces with water and put them into the pot. He stuffed the pot with firewood and tried to light it, but he couldn't light it with two pieces of flint.
In the end, Yuyang couldn't stand it, so he took it and clicked it twice and lit it on fire.
After a while, the porridge was ready. Chen Xuansheng came out and asked him to drink it first. He brushed the pot and added water, preparing to boil some water over the fire.
After the two of them finished the pot of porridge, the water was boiling.
