Ask about the Immortal Way

The wanted order brings something to talk about in the monotonous days, but it will not affect the lives of the villagers.

Back home, Qin Sang continued to recuperate in peace.

He didn't dare to practice rashly, so he could only use secular methods to treat it. Fortunately, he knew the art of conditioning and combined with some herbal medicines, his condition was gradually alleviated.

When Qin Sang woke up early that morning, the sun was shining brightly outside and birds were chirping outside the window.

He is the only one left in the family.

Now is the busy farming season. Because he was seriously ill, his family had to seek medical advice everywhere for him, which delayed the farm work and they needed to seize the time to replant.

Qin Sang stood up and relaxed his muscles and bones. He felt that his body was lighter than yesterday, and his illness was almost gone.

Opening the door, Qin Sang smelled the faint aroma of rice and medicine. He walked into the woodshed and saw warm medicinal soup on the stove and rice left for him.

Qin Sang's face didn't change as she swallowed the bitter medicinal soup in one breath. She returned to the courtyard with the pancake. She first broke off a piece, crushed it and spread it on the stone slab. Then she watched the birds peck at it while slowly eating by herself. Start eating.

The pancakes looked rougher than the ones I had eaten a few days ago, and my throat was a bit scratchy because I had switched from fine grains to coarse grains.

Last year's harvest was not very good, and most of the family's savings were used to treat Qin Sang's illness. The seeds have just been sown this year and will take several months to mature. They must start budgeting carefully now, otherwise the whole family will be hungry before the new food comes.

‘Duh duh duh…’

After a while, a flock of birds came and started pecking in front of Qin Sang.

Qin Sang was lost in thought while looking at the birds. The past few days brought back his distant memories, the pleasant time at Qingyang Temple. Later, I took Xiaowu down the mountain to travel and rebuild Qingyang Temple, which was quite casual. It's a pity that since he entered the path of immortality, he has never really relaxed.

It's the same now. He seems to be eating and sleeping all day long, thinking about how to get out of the current situation.

Xi was not as strong as his elder brother since he was a child. His father had never taught him hunting skills. If he suddenly proposed to go hunting in the mountains, his parents would definitely not allow him.

The best way is to follow the caravan, leave Fengcheng, and then find a reason to leave halfway.

Xi's parents were far-sighted. Seeing that their third son could not make a living from hunting like their eldest son, they considered finding a way out for him when he was a child. He had studied with an old gentleman in the village for several years and learned arithmetic, and planned to send him to work as a clerk in a store, so Qin Sang would not appear out of the blue when he left with the caravan.

With Qin Sang's ability, he could certainly sneak into the caravan if he wanted to, but he was afraid that his parents would not let him go.

However, Qin Sang didn't want to waste too much time in the mortal world, so he had to cut through the mess quickly.

"I've finished eating too, come back in the afternoon!"

Qin Sang saw the birds looking eagerly at the cake in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, patted his butt, got up and went out.

Half of the hillside was covered with terraced fields created by the village. Qin Sang stood by the stream and saw figures of three or three working in the fields.

"Hard-working villagers, a real fantasy!"

Qin Sang sighed more than once.

He knew that he was in an illusion, but he couldn't find any flaws these days. His family and the villagers were so alive, working at sunrise and resting at sundown, and he had no idea that he was living in an illusion.

Other people who entered the illusion, without the protection of the Jade Buddha, may have regarded themselves as the natives here and thought this was the real world!

Qin Sang thought of the Buddhist scriptures he had read when he was in Zhongzhou, the Storm Realm. Buddhism has the theory of "emptiness". It is believed that the world is empty, and even the Dharma is empty. The purpose of practice is to see through the nature of "emptiness".

Qin Sang did not fully agree with the meaning of Buddhist scriptures, but at this time he couldn't help but think of it, which was very similar to his current situation.

What kind of world is this?

While Qin Sang was eager to break the situation, he also became extremely curious about this illusion.

He grabbed a handful of river sand and watched the gravel flow down between his fingers.

If the illusion is as vast and boundless as the real world, and everything exists, and has its own laws of evolution, and will continue from generation to generation, as long as you never leave the illusion, where is the boundary between reality and illusion.

Will the illusion also build a real world of immortality?

Qin Sang got up and walked slowly down the mountain. He was in good condition today. He was going to walk around the city and look for opportunities.

Whenever he met a villager, he would greet him warmly and say a few words of concern, and Qin Sang would thank them all.

When he was almost at the bottom of the mountain, Qin Sang noticed that there was pushing and shoving in front of a house on the opposite side of the river bank.

An old man was pushed out.

"Immortal old man! I said I have nothing to eat! Let's go, let's go..."

The head of the household cursed, pushed the old man to the middle of the road, and closed the door with a bang.

Qin Sang paused slightly and saw clearly that the old man was the old beggar he saw in front of the city gate.

When he went to the city today, he originally wanted to find a chance to get in touch with the old beggar, but unexpectedly he met him in the village.

"Hahaha……"

"Been beaten out again!"

"Immortal old man! Immortal old man!"

…

A group of young children peeked from the corner and laughed loudly when they saw the old beggar being driven out.

The old beggar was in a good mood. He turned around and made a face to scare away the children. He walked to the bridge on a walking stick and rested on a stone. He hummed some unknown song and shook his head.

The young children soon gathered around the old beggar again. Seeing that he didn't know how to hit, they became more and more courageous and started playing hide-and-seek beside him.

The old beggar also liked the children's vitality. He squinted his eyes and basked in the sun. Suddenly, a naughty child stole his straw sandals and threw them down the river beach.

"Hahaha……"

The children laughed and ran away, but did not run far. They hid behind the tree and watched the old beggar pick up the shoes.

"Hey! You guys are bullying the elderly, bring it up to me quickly..."

The old beggar put on a serious face and tapped his cane hard, which only caused even more laughter.

At this time, Qin Sang walked down the mountain and stepped onto the wooden bridge. When the children saw someone coming, they dispersed in a hurry.

Qin Sang walked to the bridge, climbed down along the riverside, and helped the old beggar pick up straw sandals.

"People are old and no longer useful."

The old beggar leaned against the railing and sighed, "You are a kind-hearted kid, different from those little ones."

"How old are they?"

Qin Sang climbed up and took a few deep breaths.

This move was a bit too much for his current body.

At this time, Qin Sang saw the old beggar put up his black feet, as if he wanted to put them on for him.

‘Bah! ’

Qin Sang pretended not to notice, threw the straw sandals in front of the old beggar, and unceremoniously uncovered his scars, "Didn't you get anything to eat?"

The old beggar could only put down his feet, bent down to pick up the shoes, and sighed: "Oh! People's hearts are not ancient, how can they bear to watch an old man like me starve to death..."

Qin Sang thought he deserved it, but suddenly he saw the old beggar who was putting on his shoes shook his hands and kicked his feet, and the straw sandals flew off the bridge and fell to the river beach with a 'pop' sound.

The old beggar raised his head and said with a smile: "I am old and my hands and feet are weak, so I have to trouble my little brother again."

Qin Sang looked at the old beggar and then at the straw sandals under the bridge. Without saying anything, he climbed up and down again and picked up the straw sandals.

"I have to be careful this time..."

Unexpectedly, Qin Sang's words had not yet finished.

‘Bah! ’

The straw sandals fell off again.

The old beggar raised his head and looked at Qin Sang with an innocent look on his face.

Qin Sang looked at him expressionlessly.

Then, without saying a word, Qin Sang returned to the river beach, kicked up his straw sandals into the middle of the river, and was swept away by the river in an instant.

"Hey hey hey..."

The old beggar became anxious and shouted loudly, "You little kid, I just said you were kind-hearted, why did you throw away the old man's shoes!"

Qin Sang climbed up and patted the grass clippings on his body. Shi Shiran said, "I thought you thought the shoes were too bad and didn't want them anymore."

"The human heart is not ancient! The human heart is not ancient!"

The old beggar kept mumbling. When he saw Qin Sang was about to leave, he quickly stopped him with his crutch, "Little baby, you haven't paid for my shoes yet. Where do you want to go?"

"Where do I have shoes?"

Qin Sang spread his hands and said, "Even though I'm skinny, my feet are a bit bigger than yours. My father and my brother's feet are bigger than mine. I don't have any shoes, but I have a mouthful of food. If you're hungry, come with me." Bar."

With that said, Qin Sang pushed away the crutch and walked back.

The old beggar muttered a few words, and finally chose to follow behind barefoot.

After bringing the old beggar home, Qin Sang walked into the woodshed before his parents came back, took out the leftovers, offered them to the birds first, and then pushed them in front of the old beggar, "Eat."

The old beggar looked at the wild vegetable flour cake and said in disgust: "Just eat these things?"

"Do you still want to eat delicacies from mountains and seas?"

Qin Sang laughed angrily and pretended to take the cake away, "I see you're still not hungry!"

"Don't, don't, don't..."

The old beggar quickly stretched out his hand to protect the food, picked up the pancake, and ate it with big mouthfuls. One piece of pancake was eaten in the blink of an eye.

"I know why you were kicked out by your son to beg for food," Qin Sang commented.

The old beggar sneered, "What do you know! I came up with it myself, and I don't have a son."

"Oh," Qin Sang pretended to suddenly realize, "I also think that no woman would be willing to be with you."

"Ahem..."

The old beggar froze and almost choked. He patted the table hard and said, "Hurry up and get a bowl of water. You don't have any eyesight!"

Qin Sang served him a bowl of vegetable soup, and the old beggar devoured it all.

"Slow down a little, that's all, it's gone after you eat it! My parents and eldest brother haven't eaten yet," Qin Sang said angrily.

The old beggar had enough to eat and drink and didn't ask for anything more. He crossed his legs and watched Qin Sang clean up.

"You little kid, you're quite interesting," the old beggar happily picked his teeth, not as mean as before.

"What do you mean it's interesting?"

Qin Sang brewed two cups of tea. The tea was made from leaves dried by her mother.

"I've traveled all over the world and met a lot of mortals, but not many are as interesting as you. If I were born outside, I might be able to do something great, but it's a pity that I'm still a sick child in this small place where birds don't shit," The old beggar took a sip of tea.

mortal!

Qin Sang's heart was moved, his face remained calm, and he sneered coldly: "Mortal? You just live longer and think of yourself as a god? Have you been to many places? Tell me, what is outside the mountain?" What kind of world?”

"A world much bigger and richer than you imagine."

The old beggar looked at the sky in trance, "Unfortunately, this is not a world that belongs to our human race."

Qin Sang frowned and looked around, "So many of us have lived and grown up here, and wild animals are our food. Why is it not our world?"

"Do you dare to eat birds?"

asked the old beggar.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Qin Sang pretended to be furious, "I think you are really old and confused."

The old beggar snorted, with a look of contempt on his face, "You know nothing! A frog in a well doesn't know how big the world is! That's all, I'm really full, why should I argue with you, a little fool..."

After saying that, the old beggar drank the tea, picked up his walking stick, stood up shakily, and walked out barefoot without mentioning the shoes.

"By the way, I won't eat your meal for nothing, this is for you!"

Before leaving, the old beggar seemed to remember something, took out something from his arms and threw it to Qin Sang.

Qin Sang caught it and saw that it was a bamboo book.

"It seems that you can read. Your illness is due to congenital deficiency. Even if you are cured this time, it will recur in a few years, and each time will be more dangerous than the last time. Practice according to what is written here. Even if you don't achieve anything, it can help you get rid of the root of the disease."

Qin Sang spread out the bamboo book and was surprised to find that it was a method of cultivation!

Of course, there is only a very simple introductory part. According to this method, you can only practice to the third level of Qi Refining Stage at most. However, there is no division of realms in the practice method, which is collectively called the Induction Chapter.

When he looked up again, there was no one at the door.

Qin Sang had long guessed that the old beggar's identity was not simple. He originally planned to take things step by step, get familiar with the old beggar, and then get his secrets out. Unexpectedly, a meal would bring about a chance to become an immortal. It would have been great if it was so easy back then.

With this technique, all problems are solved!

Acting should be done in full. Qin Sang still pretended to be puzzled and read the contents word by word.

Perhaps the old beggar specially selected it for him. The contents on the bamboo book were very simple, and Yi Xi's knowledge could understand the literal meaning. Of course, understanding the meaning of the words and comprehending the technique are two different concepts.

Qin Sang found that this technique seemed simple, but it attached great importance to talent and understanding. As long as the talent and understanding were high enough, one could quickly comprehend the true meaning of the technique and sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Qin Sang seemed to be immersed in the technique, but he was thinking in his heart that the old beggar might be the best opportunity for him to enter the world of immortal cultivation!

...

Outside the village.

The old beggar was barefoot, walking leisurely, singing a ballad, preparing to go back to the city gate for a good night's sleep.

Suddenly, the old beggar's expression changed drastically, and he turned to look at Qin Sang's house with an expression of disbelief.

'Shua! '

The old beggar disappeared on the spot and appeared in the yard, seeing Qin Sang sitting in front of the door.

He closed his eyes tightly, with the bamboo book on his knees, as if immersed in a certain state.

The void around him actually showed invisible fluctuations.

At this moment, Qin Sang suddenly trembled all over, the blood on his face faded, and became extremely pale. With a 'wow' sound, he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

'Clang! '

Luan happened to come back from the field, and saw the blood on the ground and the weak Qin Sang. He was extremely terrified, threw away the farm tools in his hand, and ran in, "Little brother, what's wrong with you!"

The old beggar's eyes were full of light, and his face was full of relief.

"God has eyes, and let me find a cultivation seed!"