The sound of rain pattered, and Qi Wuhuo sensed the release of his psychic powers. He knew that the old monk had also passed away and reincarnated at this moment. He only had to perform a magic spell like an ordinary Taoist, and recited the words "Heavenly Lord Immeasurable" in his mouth, and he could immediately follow the Yuan Dynasty.

The connection between God and the flesh has returned, but at this moment there is no such thing, just walking leisurely in the world of mortals.

Suddenly I felt something. I looked up to one side and saw a fortune teller in gray clothes standing on the railing watching the rain on top of the pavilion. The sloppy fortune teller was drinking wine by himself. Then he suddenly felt something. He was also there.

At the same time, he lowered his head and saw that on the street below, the stone slabs were washed away by the rain and it was quiet. There were pedestrians holding umbrellas passing by like a torrent. A young Taoist stood among them, with his hair slightly raised and his eyes clear.

The fortune teller was slightly startled.

Then he opened his eyes wide and seemed to see something.

Suddenly he smiled and praised: "In such a good state of mind, my soul has been completely polished and made clear!"

Pointing to the table next to him, he took the initiative to invite:

"Little Taoist priest, do you want to come up and have a glass of wine?"

Qi Wuhuo raised his hand and declined, "No."

The fortune teller laughed and said, "That's right. You are not suitable for drinking here now. You should go back quickly."

After the young Taoist left, a beauty wearing gauze walked out of the pavilion, carrying a narrow-necked porcelain bottle on a mahogany tray. The wine was full of fragrance. Seeing the appearance of the fortune teller, he looked around curiously, but couldn't see anything, so he smiled.

Asked: "Who are you talking to, sir?"

The fortune teller replied after a long time: "An interesting little Taoist priest."

"Hey, why didn't I see it?"

The teacher smiled and sighed: "Although you have cultivation, it is just strength and not Tao. Your eyes are focused on external objects, but his soul has reached perfection. How can you see his soul?"

He held the wine glass and couldn't help but said with emotion: "Such a soul cannot be polished to perfection."

"It wasn't done deliberately, it seemed like it happened naturally."

"It does sound a bit like the Taoist Patriarch Taishang Wuwei."

He drank a glass of wine, shook his head, and said:

"It seems like that old man from his family is quite good at teaching people!"

"Something good!"

"But not much!"

"It's not as good as those who are far away!"

In the end, he seemed to be muttering about someone, but he was afraid to say his name.

Qi Wuhuo walked slowly, feeling the rain, the mortal world, and the blend of the two, and his heart became clear.

The Yuan Shen, who originally had all three talents and was as vigorous as the newborn sun, is now as peaceful as this rain.

The way to view spiritual treasures.

See the Buddha's Nirvana.

This mind is the same as before, but it is extremely peaceful. It seems that from this Buddhist path, I have clearly understood my direction, so it has become infinitely clear and pure. The original spirit of Qi Wuhuo is based on Huang Liang.

The dream is based on seventy years and has undergone such changes. Simply looking at it from the realm of the soul, it is extremely pure and thick.

It’s just that Taoist practice emphasizes progress.

It is necessary to reverse the three talents to reach the two rituals, and then to enter the great road. One is strong and the other is weak, and it is not perfect in the end.

It is impossible to realize the highest level.

If he is willing to give up his skin and Taoist orthodoxy and follow the path of Yinshen, he will be able to make rapid progress and achieve something within a hundred years.

At this time, the rain had turned into a mist and drizzle, and the rain was not heavy, so there were still people pushing stalls out. The small wooden carts were covered with coir grass to protect them from the rain. It was still steaming, and people came holding umbrellas to buy some.

While eating in the morning, the young Taoist smelled the smell of sesame sesame pancakes. His thoughts came back and he paused. He glanced sideways at a stall, hesitated for a moment, and walked over.

Move forward step by step.

Actively wrap the rain with the soul, and then use the changes of rain and mist to flow, which can refract the light into the eyes, so that it can be revealed in the eyes of others. This is also the usage mentioned by Mr. Ao Liu in his manuscript. The stall owner is making quick work

I took out the freshly made sesame cakes from the stove. The dough was slightly yellow and exuded warmth. A few black sesame seeds were sprinkled on top, and the dough was fragrant.

I heard the young man's voice: "Take five sesame sesame cakes, four normal ones, and one with sugar heart."

"Hey, that's good!"

The stall owner took out the things neatly.

An old stall owner selling evil spirits nearby recognized the person and said with a smile: "Ah, it's the Taoist priest from Lian Yang Temple."

"Old Li, the Taoist priest came to you to buy sesame cakes two days ago. How are you? It's been cold for two days."

The stall owner groaned, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Ah, it does make the Taoist priest suffer."

"But who's to say it isn't?"

"I suddenly fell ill. I have two elderly people, three children, and my mother-in-law at home. There are six people to support. I was so ill that I almost saw Master Guizha.

, I just didn’t think I could die like this, so I held on, watching this evil master getting closer and closer day by day, and I thought I was going to die, but who would have thought that I’m actually better today.”

"I didn't feel uncomfortable at all, so I hurried out of the stall."

"My mother-in-law took care of me for a few days and nights, so I asked her to have a good rest and not to break her body."

While he was talking, he was also very efficient in his work. He wrapped the sesame cakes in oil paper and said with a smile:

"Here, little Taoist priest, here's your sesame cake."

The young Taoist took it.

The man raised his head and looked at the rain and said with a smile: "Ah, it's really good rain."

"It makes people feel comfortable inside."

"Little Taoist Priest, what do you think?"

The young Taoist replied softly: "Yes."

He looked up and saw that a porridge stall had been set up not far away. Qi Wuhuo's Yuan Shen's sensing ability was stronger and he sensed that today's medicinal materials contained something to dispel cold. He raised his eyes slightly and was surprised. This person

The little prince who ordered the porridge to be given did not seem to be the kind of person who did things just for the sake of fame.

Being able to change the medicinal materials according to the situation is a sign of good intentions.

And keen.

The young Taoist was thoughtful.

Does this prince, who was once semi-imprisoned in the imperial city, have such abilities?

The stall owner saw that Qi Wuhuo didn't bring an umbrella, so he picked up an umbrella and was about to shout.

But he saw that the young Taoist had turned around and walked into the sea of ​​people in a few steps.

The rain is like mist and can no longer be seen.

………………

In the Lianyang Temple, the little Taoist stretched himself out and felt that he had slept very comfortably. He woke up with the sound of rain. After getting up, he opened the door and saw the rain falling like a thread.

In the human world, I stretched my body, turned around, and saw my favorite sesame seed cakes on the table, so I cheered.

After taking a bite, sugary goodness came out of it.

Even more happy.

When he saw the young Taoist in the courtyard, he waved and shouted:

"Uncle Qi, did you just go out?!"

“The sesame pancakes are delicious!”

Qi Wuhuo agreed with a smile, opened the door and entered the Scripture Pavilion. He stepped out and disappeared. The young Taoist in the Scripture Pavilion slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were peaceful, as if he had been sitting there for a long time.

Feeling a little tired, he stretched out and his energy flowed and changed, just like the falling rain between heaven and earth, flowing all over his body in an instant. Qi Wuhuo was slightly startled, and he raised his hand and clasped his five fingers together.

The changes in the rain and mist in the void were condensed between his fingers and palms, and then turned into a water dragon, flowing and changing.

The powerful vitality gained from meditating for a year without stopping wherever the sun rises and the moon sets.

It's as if it's like an arm.

Qi Wuhuo was thoughtful.

"The sun is like nature, and the moon is like fate."

"This water vein is like vitality."

"So, the rain I made in Zhongzhou Fangyuan is actually also a practice?"

He waved his hand to disperse the vitality in his palms. Although he was happy about this unintentional gain, he was not attached to it.

Just when I looked around, I found that the peacock egg had cracked, and a small bird that looked naked was nestled inside the peacock egg, and was slowly pecking at the peacock egg shell. It seemed that it was when Qi Wuhuo came back.

, it was frightened. At this moment, it only shrank its head and stared at Qi Wuhuo with a pair of eyes, cautiously and without making any sound.
To be continued...