In the northern part of Zhongzhou, deep in the mountains.
In the evening, the forests are all dyed, and the mountains are covered with red. On the sunset peak, there is a Taoist temple on the mountain called Longhu Temple.
"Senior brother, why do you drink porridge every day?"
In the backyard of the Taoist temple, a girl wearing a loose green robe was holding a bowl. She looked listlessly at the porridge in the bowl.
The young man in white robe smiled slightly and said, "Little junior sister, Master said that if you want to live forever, your intestines should be clear. If you want to live forever, your intestines should be empty. Drinking porridge is conducive to cultivating immortality."
"I really want to eat meat."
Ziyue is petite with two towering hairdos on her head. She has never had enough food since she came to Longhu Temple.
Qin Luo smiled and shook his head. He sat cross-legged on the Taoist platform, bathing in the sunset, and his body was shrouded in a faint golden light.
Three years ago, Qin Luo, who had just finished his college entrance examination, was struck by lightning while enjoying the shade under a tree. Then he traveled to the Tianxuan Continent. After a year of hard work, he discovered that this was a world of immortal cultivation where demons were rampant and full of dangers.
Two years ago, Qin Luo wandered nearby and heard that there were immortal cultivators in Longhu Temple accepting disciples. In order to survive in the world of immortality where demons were rampant, he came to Longhu Temple to become a disciple.
Master Zhang Fulong laughed from ear to ear when he heard that Qin Luo wanted to become a disciple. He said that he had the qualifications to become an immortal and immediately accepted him as a disciple.
In the blink of an eye.
He practiced at Longhu Temple for two years.
There used to be several senior brothers in Longhu Temple, but they left the Taoist temple one after another for various reasons. Now only Qin Luo and the newly arrived Ziyue still stay in Longhu Temple to practice.
The breeze comes slowly.
Peach blossoms are falling in the yard.
After drinking the porridge, Ziyue looked at Qin Luo, who was sitting cross-legged on the Taoist platform. His white clothes were fluttering, his long hair was spread on his shoulders, his skin was glowing with crystal luster, and he had a fairy-like demeanor, unworldly.
The admiration in her eyes was beyond words, and she whispered: "Senior brother, senior brother, can you teach me how to become an immortal?"
Ziyue came to Longhu Temple for a while, working every day, and didn't know how to cultivate immortality.
She always felt something strange here.
Seeing the expectant eyes of the younger junior sister, Qin Luo had nothing to do and nodded, "Okay."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Ziyue suddenly became energetic.
"Little junior sister, close your eyes."
“Relax and meditate.”
Ziyue closed her eyes.
"Senior brother, what happens next?"
"Junior sister, meditating is cultivating immortality."
"ah?"
Ziyue opened her eyes.
She tilted her little head.
Could it be that senior brother is joking with me?
Ziyue has never read any books, but she used to listen to her grandfather telling stories about immortal cultivators in the village. Immortal cultivators are all selected from a million. They need spiritual roots, cultivation methods, and various tribulations. practice.
"Little junior sister, cultivating immortality is so simple."
Ziyue blinked in surprise, "Senior brother, doesn't cultivating immortality depend on spiritual roots and doesn't require cultivation methods?"
Qin Luo nodded and said with a smile: "Master said that the most important thing in cultivating immortality is understanding. The road is simple, understanding is achieved in heaven, and spiritual roots and cultivation methods are just the icing on the cake."
"oh."
Ziyue seems to understand but not understand.
Qin Luo continued: "We are different from other immortal cultivators. We practice through meditation, and the state of mind comes from the heart. The more realistic the meditation picture, the faster the cultivation speed."
"It's so profound."
Ziyue scratched her head.
"Junior sister, you might as well give it a try."
"Okay, I'll try."
Ziyue sat cross-legged on the Taoist platform and tried.
The setting sun is like fire.
Qin Luo also closed his eyes.
A magnificent picture appeared in his sea of consciousness.
The vast starry sky, the vast earth, and various strange scenes emerged in the picture. Qin Luo felt refreshed, as if he had been reborn, and his whole body was full of strength.
A year ago, Qin Luo Shihai's scroll was still very blurry, but now the scene on it is clearly visible.
as time flows.
The last ray of sunlight fell on Longhu Temple.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, the evening breeze is slightly cool. An old man wearing a Taoist robe slowly walks to the courtyard. Zhang Fulong has a childlike face, is short in stature, and is a little fat. He clenches his fists and coughs.
"Master."
Qin Luo and Ziyue stood up and saluted.
Zhang Fulong nodded with a smile, "Cultivation to immortality is a step-by-step process. It requires a balance between work and rest. Staying up late to cultivate immortality is not good for your health, so you should rest early."
"Okay, Master."
Qin Luo and Ziyue left the yard.
Since coming to Longhu Temple, Qin Luo has gone to bed early and gotten up early, and his health is getting better and better. He believes what the master said makes sense.
In the dead of night, while Qin Luo and Ziyue were resting in their room, Zhang Fulong came to the main hall of the Taoist temple. There were portraits of Taoist ancestors hanging high and tributes placed on the tribute platform.
"Finally a full meal."
Zhang Fulong picked up the tribute and put it in his mouth.
"Comfortable."
Eat and drink enough.
Zhang Fulong came to the merit box. He rolled up his sleeves and took out all the copper plates and broken silver in the box. He raised a proud smile on his lips and said, "Hey, you can still make more money if you lose your conscience. You can make even more if you lose your conscience." .”
…
The next day, early morning.
"Senior brother, why don't you drink porridge?"
Ziyue squatted on the steps of the backyard and drank porridge.
"I'm not hungry."
Qin Luo was chopping firewood in the yard.
Last year, Zhang Fulong asked him to live frugally. When Qin Luo saw his master eating the morning dew and drinking the dew, he imitated him, drinking the morning dew in the morning and bathing in the sunset in the evening. Now that he does not eat grains, his whole body has inexhaustible strength.
"Senior brother, you must be very powerful."
"I'm still far behind."
Qin Luo piled the chopped firewood neatly and asked with a smile: "Little junior sister, what have you learned from meditation?"
Ziyue shook her head, "Brother, all I can think of is steamed buns. I had steamed buns to eat before I went up the mountain. I thought that life would be very hard. But after I went up the mountain, I realized that as long as you can endure hardship, there will be endless suffering. .”
"That makes sense."
Qin Luo was amused by his junior sister.
"Junior sister, I will go down from the mountain to fetch water first."
"Senior brother, don't you know how to control the wind and rain?"
"Won't."
"What about Master?"
"Master's Taoism is profound, but of course I can't trouble Master with such a trivial matter."
"Too."
Ziyue continued to drink porridge.
Qin Luo left the Taoist temple carrying the barrel.
After finishing the porridge, Ziyue came to the main hall of the Taoist temple. She was originally hesitant to eat a chicken leg secretly, but when she came, she found that there were no chicken bones.
"A tribute?"
Ziyue looked left and right. She looked up at the majestic portrait of Daozu high up, and was frightened.
Could it be that the Taoist ancestor appeared?
Ziyue quickly bowed respectfully.
…
When Qin Luo returned to the Taoist temple, he saw a young woman wearing a green skirt in the courtyard in front of the temple. She looked like a rich lady, with a strong young man beside her.
The woman in the green dress had a worried face, "Master Zhang Xian, a few days ago, my father suddenly fell into a coma, and the doctors in the town were helpless. Please think of a solution."
Zhang Fulong stroked his beard and said calmly: "The medicine and stone are ineffective, probably because of evil spirits."
Zhao Qing'er knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Please ask the immortal master to save my father."
Zhang Fulong clasped his hands behind his back and said with a serious expression: "In this bright world, there are evil spirits causing chaos under Pindao's nose. He simply doesn't take Pindao seriously."
Qin Luo's eyes lit up. People usually came to the Taoist temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. This was the first time he encountered an evil spirit. He also wanted to see the master display his magical powers.
Zhang Fulong took out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve and said, "This is an exorcism talisman. It can drive away evil spirits and avoid evil."
"Thank you Master Zhang."
Zhao Qing'er was about to reach out to take the talisman paper, but Zhang Fulong took the talisman paper back and cleared his throat, "Ahem, the exorcism talisman cost me a lot of effort, it costs one hundred taels."
Zhang Fulong knew that Zhao Qing'er was a rich girl, and the Taoist temple had been deserted recently, so he opened his mouth.
Zhao Qing'er didn't think much about it.
She took out one hundred taels of silver notes.
The boy on the side had no chance to persuade him.
Zhang Fulong put away the banknotes and handed the talisman paper to Zhao Qing'er. "When you go back, light the talisman paper and mix the ashes with a bowl of water. Taking the talisman water will get rid of the evil spirits in the body."
Zhao Qing'er thanked him and said, "Thank you so much, Master Immortal, for giving me the talisman."
Seeing Zhao Qing'er leave, Qin Luo felt a little regretful. He originally expected the master to take action. He walked to Zhang Fulong and said, "Master, what if the talisman paper is useless?"
Zhang Fulong said calmly: "If it doesn't work, it will prove that this is his life."
"Just don't care?"
Qin Luo was a little surprised.
Zhang Fulong patted Qin Luo on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "A house that accumulates good deeds will always be happy. A house that accumulates bad deeds will always have disaster. We must respect the fate of others."
"I see."
"Master, I've been on the mountain for two years and you haven't taught me any magic. Is it because your cultivation is not good enough?"
Qin Luo wanted to know the reason.
Zhang Fulong chuckled, "Disciple, even if you have thousands of spells, you can't become an immortal without a solid foundation."
"Disciple understands."
Qin Luo was about to leave, but Zhang Fulong stopped him, "Disciple, this is the "True Explanation of Taoism", which records one hundred and eight magic spells. Take it back and practice it."
Qin Luo was flattered. He held the "True Explanation of Taoism" in both hands and said with excitement: "Master, I will practice hard in the future and will never let you down."
Zhang Fulong nodded with a smile.
Ziyue stood aside with a broom, dreaming that one day she would be able to receive the inheritance from her master like her senior brother.
When Qin Luo left.
A cunning light flashed in Zhang Fulong's eyes. He bought that book on the street when he was young. After practicing it for many years, it had no effect at all. He still resents the old man who tricked him into buying the book. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have cheated him.
Recently, there are fewer and fewer disciples in the Taoist temple. If Qin Luo runs away, Longhu Temple is not far from closing. In order to stabilize him, Zhang Fulong had to take out "True Interpretation of Taoism".
