I Am Immortal

  Chapter 80 Conferring Spiritual Text

The sky was gradually getting late, and the expressions on the faces of the Taoists in the mountains became a little ugly, and there was even a little bit of anxiety. Juyun Lingmiaogong has not come until now, and their hearts began to Worrying about whether certain actions over the years have annoyed this Lingmiao Gong.

  When the young Taoist was chatting with the Vietnamese.

  They've gone over every single wrong thing they've done in the past ten years.

  Yue Ji stood quite far away, watching the sky dim down, and said with emotion:

   "It seems that we won't be able to see Mr. Lingmiao today."

Seeing that it was getting late, Qi Wuhuo bid farewell to Yue Ji, who sent him to the hillside, and said with a smile: "Wuhuo, you want to go to the Mingzhen Dao League to exchange your supernatural powers. When do you plan to go? I will start tomorrow." , I will go to [Mingzhen Daomeng] in Zhongzhou Fucheng basically every three to five days, do you want to go together?"

  Qi Wuhuo said: "Tomorrow?"

  Yue Ji smiled and said, "Yes."

   "Mingzhen Daomeng is difficult for people who don't have a waist card to enter; but if you have a waist card, you can go anytime."

   "It's a place for 【exchange】, 【discussion】, 【teaching】."

  Qi Wuhuo had some doubts in his heart.

   This seems to be different from what the fortune teller said.

  He clearly stated that in order to enter the Mingzhen Daomeng, one needs to use a mirror to illuminate the moon and walk out of the way on a full moon day.

   Now it is about half a month before the full moon.

  The young Taoist did not show any abnormality, but replied: "I only have these medicinal materials, and I can't get what I want. Maybe I will wait for a while before going."

  Yue Ji understood, laughed and said: "So that's how it is."

   "That's right."

"Then I hope Wuhuo you can get your wish. I was supposed to send you down the mountain, but today, the elders of my family's family are probably feeling uneasy and worried. I still don't touch their bad luck. They are not happy. Those who are juniors will inevitably be implicated, so I can only send you here."

  The young Taoist cupped his hands in thanks, and sincerely wished: "I hope you can wait for that Lord Lingmiao."

  The Vietnamese laughed loudly, and replied: "Thank you!"

He watched the young Taoist turn around and walk down the mountain step by step, hidden in the forest, and could no longer be seen, then he turned back and climbed up step by step, and saw the teachers with worried expressions on their faces, talking in a low voice , Some said, could it be that the many things the disciples have done in these years are inappropriate, and some were a little worried, swept the gifts around them, and said in a low voice.

   Could it be that the etiquette is too thin today?

  Just when everyone was worried, suddenly there was a mist and dozens of cars came out. The eight strange horses in front of them were actually Lingmiao Gong.

  The Taoists heaved a sigh of relief.

   Even because Mr. Lingmiao was so solemn, he was a little surprised.

  Vietnamese regretted clapping his hands and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity."

   "It's really not a coincidence."

   "If Wuhuo can walk a little later, you can see the scene of this mountain god's real body patrolling."

   "It's just bad luck."

  …………

Qi Wuhuo came down the mountain and parted from Yao Ling. The Yao Ling stood on a tree, waved to the young Taoist reluctantly, then turned his head three times, and finally waited until Qi Wuhuo was no longer in sight. He burrowed into the ground and fled away, while the young Taoist headed towards Shuiyun Township with a basket on his back.

  Back in the village, the sky was getting darker, and Mr. Zhou Lingyi was sitting under the old tree outside his yard.

  When the old man saw Qi Wuhuo, he had a complicated and hesitant expression on his face. After exchanging a few words of greeting, he suddenly asked:

   "Daoist Qi, is it okay to live here?"

  Qi Wuhuo replied: "Living is good."

   "Ah, that's good, that's good."

   "If you need anything, just tell us in advance."

  Zhou Lingyi hesitated for a while, and said: "By the way, there is another old gentleman visiting you today."

   "It's just that you're not here, so he left again."

   "He claims to be [Ling Miao]."

  Qi Wuhuo said: "Lingmiao?"

   These two words are really familiar. Qi Wuhuo just heard it today. It is the mountain **** that the Vietnamese and others want to worship. The young Taoist suddenly remembered the [Jiaofeng] and [Jiaotu] on the Zhongzhou city tower. These two sculptures said that there seemed to be land looking for him.

  Speaking of which, as the mountain **** of [Helian Mountain], he has never visited the local land when he came here.

  Perhaps the local land noticed that there was a foreign land coming, so it came to find him.

  The young Taoist was thoughtful, thanked him and said, "So that's how it is."

   "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

He invited Zhou Lingyi to come in and sit for a while, but the old man just smiled with emotion, saying that he still has other things to do at home, so he won't go in today. I took it out and processed it again, then went to the yard to clean the pork I bought on the way back.

   After all, it is near the capital city of Zhongzhou.

  Pork costs eight cents a catty.

   It is slightly more expensive than Helian Mountain.

But because it is close to the river, aquatic products are very cheap. In winter, when the water freezes, a hole will be opened on the ice surface, and fish will come out to breathe. Going up is all at once, and you can often gain something.

  Qi Wuhuo steamed a fish.

Cut the pork into small pieces, stir-fry the fat meat to get the oil out, and then cut the green chili into long strips, stir-fry with the sliced ​​meat, and make a meal. First, cover these dishes on the rice, and use chopsticks to spread them three times. Mix it upright, eat it slowly, and finally take out the leftover buns from before. This buns were heated on the steamer again, and they became soft again, not like before, enough to kill people hardness.

  Then dip the steamed bread into the soup on the dish.

  Put the last small piece of steamed corn bread soaked in soup into his mouth, and the young Taoist exhaled, feeling full of satisfaction.

   There was no one around, and he patted his belly lightly.

   Slightly slumped on the chair, not wanting to move.

After a while, the young Taoist got up to wash the dishes, and washed himself a fruit. While eating, he sat on the bed with a pillow behind him, carefully reading "Cheng Xian Lu" and "Cultivation Records" , Comparing the contents of these two volumes, try to identify what type of bird egg Yao Ling gave him.

   "It said that it took three hundred years to slowly drag out this bird egg with the method of burrowing."

   "If there is still life in three hundred years."

   "It should not be an ordinary bird, at least it is a spiritual bird. Well, let me read the records in "Cheng Xian Lu"."

   "From the perspective of size, the most common flying finches can basically be ruled out."

Qi Wuhuo was thoughtful, stretched out his hand to caress the bird egg, saw that there were faint golden lines on it, compared it with Tan Taixuan's record, tried to judge the type from the pattern and size of the eggshell, turned to another page, and said : "The Wild Goose Chapter..."The Record of Immortals" says that if the wild geese are spiritual, most of them have their own characteristics, and the eggshells also have special patterns."

"This does not."

   "The chapter on Luanfeng, um, it can be distinguished by temperature. Most of those who have a trace of Luanfeng's blood have the supernatural power of flames."

   "Even in a bird's egg, bursts of warmth can be released."

  Qi Wuhuo stretched out his hand and held the bird egg in his palm, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth, so he shook his head.

   "There is no temperature like holding a flame, so it should not be a phoenix of the fire genus."

   "I can't feel the breath of the wind."

   "You can rule out the blood of the blue bird."

   "Put it in the water and sink to the bottom, it's not like walking in water."

The young Taoist compared them one by one, and found that there are many types of spiritual birds, but there are only a few possibilities left. He thought thoughtfully: "Either they are spirit beasts like eagles, or they are birds of prey like rocs. Of course, it may also be an ornamental bird such as a peacock?"

   "Is it an eagle?"

   "Or a roc?"

   "However, Tan Taixuan said in "Cheng Xian Lu" that Peng Niao and Ying Falcon don't seem to have very powerful blood."

   "In the world of practice, Luanfeng is more powerful, or the crane is also good; Pengniao is only the roost among ordinary birds."

   "If it is a peacock, it can only look good."

   "Useless in combat."

"Moreover, if it takes too long to hatch, the eggs of these spirit birds will consume their own spirituality to maintain their vitality. They will not turn into dead eggs until the spirituality is exhausted in the end. The weaker the spirituality, the more likely it is to hatch. The lower it is, for this situation, Cheng Xianlu's suggestion is..."

  The young Taoist turned over this page, and saw Tan Taixuan's evaluation at the end:

   "When made into scrambled eggs, the taste is extraordinary and wonderful."

   "It is like swallowing a elixir, which helps the essence."

   "No waste."

He subconsciously looked at the bird's egg, and immediately his spirit sensed a ray of life hidden in the bird's egg and released a little bit of struggle. The young man put "Cheng Xian Lu" beside him, and said gently: "Don't worry, I won't eat it." yours."

  He thought about it, and simply used the method of alchemy given to him by his teacher to refine all the medicinal materials he collected into spiritual liquid that would help his vitality.

   Then took a part and sprinkled it on the bird's eggs.

   This is the purest vitality.

  The feeble spirit inside this bird egg tries hard to absorb the energy.

   It seems that hundreds of years have not hatched, nor made him give up the desire to be born.

   Immortal Dao Guisheng.

The young Taoist put down the completed Record of Immortality, and when he was about to practice, the ancient mirror suddenly lighted up slightly. Qi Wuhuo was a little surprised, because Yunqin said that he only went to the Xuantan spell after asking the teacher today. Even if the girl could be found, it would take a few days before she would contact her.

  Qi Wuhuo put away the other things, and then cast [Circular Light Revealing Method].

There was a streamer on the ancient mirror, which turned into the appearance of Yunqin. The girl lowered her head, her lips opened and closed quickly, as if she was muttering to herself, repeating something constantly. When she saw Qi Wuhuo, her eyes lit up, and then she looked up. He made an interrupting gesture with his hands, and hurriedly said: "Don't talk yet, listen to me first, I have learned a very powerful Taichi Lingwen, but I feel that I am about to forget it."

   "You don't talk."

   "Listen to me and finish reciting it first!!"

  (end of this chapter)