Leisurely cultivating life

On this day, at the foot of the mountain, a Chinese chariot dragged by sixteen strange beasts came rushing through the air, followed by a group of soldiers, the momentum was like a rainbow.

A young man with a feather crown and a short beard was sitting in the car. A soldier came to the car and said, "Young Master Zhou, there seems to be a cultivator building a hut in front of you. Do you want to detour?"

Mr. Zhou said: "No need, meeting is fate."

After speaking, he got out of the car, looked at the hills in front of him for a while, and led a group of followers for more than half an hour. The attendant beside him said: "My lord, there is no way ahead."

Mr. Zhou looked around and saw the clouds and mist in front of him, with no bottom. He also has some knowledge. He has seen many magic circles of monks in the tribe before, but he has never given him such a strange feeling before him. Thinking about it After thinking about it, he cupped his hands in front of him and said loudly, "Excuse me, next week, son Ji Zhou, is the master here?"

After a while, a hearty voice came out, saying: "Visitors, please come up the mountain."

Immediately, Mr. Zhou saw that the cloud-shrouded place in front of him was suddenly pushed aside by an invisible big hand from both sides, revealing a mountain road.

A group of people walked along the mountain road, and after a while, they reached the top of the mountain, turned around a big stone, and a spacious hall appeared in front of them.

As soon as Mr. Zhou and his party arrived, a voice came from inside: "Mr. Zhou, please come in and talk."

Mr. Zhou didn't doubt that he was there, he turned his head to take care of him, and only brought one attendant to follow, the rest of the attendants stayed outside, and then walked into the hall.

Just now when I got to the inner room, I couldn't help but feel a little lost. This hall is really simple, except for a high platform at the end, there is nothing else.

At this moment, a young monk stood on a high platform, with a nine-headed golden lion crouching beside him.

Mr. Zhou settled down, stepped forward to salute, and said, "Is this the owner of this place?"

Xuandu made a gesture to the side and said, "Guests, please sit down."

The terrain here is remote, except for the nine golden lions, there are so few creatures that he once thought that he was sent to some remote corner by the gate of escape. Although this was very satisfactory to him, he also felt too lonely.

The nine golden lions had the most say on this point. He always felt that the fish-lipped humans were looking at him in the wrong way recently.

Mr. Zhou thanked him, walked up to the stage, and sat down on the guest seat, but his eyes couldn't help turning to the nine golden lions that were close at hand. I don't know if he was dazzled or hallucinated. A trace of green light was seen in the golden pupil.

Gathering his mind, Mr. Zhou dissipated the unreasonable coolness in his heart, but the attendants behind him looked nervous, facing such a strange beast, they were still so close to Mr. Zhou...

Xuandu smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, this is my mount, it has a very gentle temperament and never hurts anyone."

Mr. Zhou stretched out his hand to signal the followers not to be too nervous, and praised: "The Taoist priest has supernatural powers, and he subdued these strange beasts!"

Xuandu smiled, waved his sleeves, and saw smoke rising, there were two lotus leaves on it, carrying two exquisite white porcelain teacups, they fell in front of the host and guest respectively, and said: "Please."

Mr. Zhou picked it up with one hand, took a sip, at first there was no smell, but after a while, a trace of sweet fragrance permeated the Lingtai, as if the soul was soaked in the fairy spring, and the whole body was at ease for a while.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and praised: "Good tea."

Xuandu said: "This is the spiritual tea planted by the poor Taoist in his spare time. It is not a rare thing. If the guests like it, just pick some before leaving."

Mr. Zhou thanked him, felt that Xuandu had a peaceful temperament and was not a person who was not easy to talk to, so he started talking with him, Xuandu hadn't seen anyone for a long time, but he also enjoyed it.

During the conversation, Xuandu knew the identity of Mr. Zhou. He was the son of Zhou Xibo, the overlord of humanity in this world and the leader of the Western princes of the Shang Dynasty. He was considered a distinguished status, but he was sent to Chaoge as a hostage because of this.

A few years ago, there was a strange wind in Chaoge, not only the prince disappeared, but also his son passed out because of the strange wind. After waking up, he didn’t know his relatives, friends, parents, or his own name. So far, there is no cure For this reason, Mr. Zhou has visited famous mountains and great rivers, strange people and strange things, all of which have been inquired to no avail.

I came out to relax today, but came here by accident.

Xuandu pondered for a while, he had a pleasant conversation with Mr. Zhou, and after thinking for a while, he said: "If you trust the poor way, you might as well bring your son here."

Mr. Zhou was not too excited when he heard this, probably because he has been disappointed too many times in the past few years, and now he has basically given up, only thinking about making more plans for his beloved son in the future, but on the surface You still have to put on an appearance, after all, this is the other party's wish.

He recounted the illness of his beloved son in detail, and at the end, he also sighed endlessly.

Xuandu said: "What is the reason for your son? It's hard to tell at this moment. Only after I send you to this place and I have a look, can I know."

Mr. Zhou got up, cupped his hands, and said: "If it can be cured, the boat will do its best to repay it, but if you ask for it, you will follow it."

After another talk, Mr. Zhou said goodbye and went down the mountain. Even though he had no hope for it, he still hurriedly picked up his son and sent him up the mountain himself.

After coming and going, at noon on the second day, the people were sent and carried into the main hall.

Xuandu took a look, the other party was just a boy who had just turned ten years old, he looked smart at first, but at this moment he was leaning on a rattan chair, his eyes were dull, there was saliva at the corners of his mouth from time to time, and his limbs were also limp Powerless, looking stupid.

Xuandu looked at it, looked at it again, looked at it again, and finally couldn't help but sighed, sure enough, he still thought of himself too highly.

Smiling at Mr. Zhou with a 'used to' expression, Xuandu took out a elixir from his sleeve, it was golden, and immediately there was a scent of elixir filling the hall, he stretched out his finger, a wisp of smoke entered After a turn, half a moment later, he came to the young man, pressed the elixir on the center of his eyebrows, and it disappeared.

If everything is unresolved, you can use elixir (Note: Produced by elixir).

For Xuandu, there is nothing that the elixir produced by the elixir can't solve. The elixir can save people, and the elixir that gives birth to the elixir can not only save people, but also kill people.

Although he couldn't see what kind of poison the young man was poisoned by or some strange spell, but the pill produced by the alchemy room could solve it.

If one doesn't work, just two, if two don't work, just three, it can always be solved.

For Mr. Zhou, it was just a try, and he didn't expect too much, so when he saw Xuandu's face showing embarrassment, he wasn't too disappointed. He was used to this kind of situation, but... ...Everything in this world is to be feared, but he never expected that the Taoist priest he had just met seemed to be so sure. When he saw the elixir, hope rose in his heart for no reason.

Mr. Zhou asked anxiously, "Daoist, what's the matter?"

Xuandu pondered in his heart for a moment, organized some words, and said: "My son is clogged with strange energy, so that his mind is blinded. Now I have used the power of pills to dissolve it, and it is no longer a problem, Mr. Zhou." You can take it to rest in the side hall, and when you wake up, you will be able to regain clarity."

Mr. Zhou thanked him again and again, and even ordered someone to bring his son down, and then sat down and waited.

Half an hour later, an attendant ran over and whispered a few words, his body shook, he got up, bowed to Xuandu and bowed heavily, and said excitedly: "Zhou, I would like to thank the Taoist priest for saving his life. "

Xuandu straightened his body and said, "It's just a matter of raising your hands."

Mr. Zhou solemnly said: "This is a great kindness. After returning home, there should be a big gift. From now on, no matter what orders the Taoist priest has, just say a word, and Zhou will do his best, no matter what the cost."

at the same time.

In the land where Xuandu first arrived, on a mountain peak, a middle-aged man dressed in excellent clothes frowned. Seeing that you have extraordinary foundation, I don't want to mess with you, I don't want to dare to spoil my great affairs, so I can't keep you!"

As he said that, he turned around and flew up to the clouds, turning into the wind and coming towards Xuandu.

The middle-aged man came looking for an opportunity, and he arrived at the hill where Xuandu was located in an instant, but the hill was covered by a magic circle, and it was foggy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He snorted, opened his Dharma eyes, waved his whole body's magic power, and pressed down like the sky.

The middle-aged man made a move full of confidence, thinking that he could clear up the territory here in one fell swoop, and even restrained himself a bit in order not to cause unnecessary trouble.

However, what surprised him was that when his mana was pressed against the large formation, there were only ripples, like water ripples for a long time, but it returned to its original state after only a moment.

He frowned and sneered, "There's still a little way."

He didn't see through how this big formation resisted his mana because of his level, it seems that the origin of this child must be extraordinary.

A cold light flashed across his eyes, and the middle-aged man began to chant scriptures.

Immediately, countless fine and dense seal characters, octagonal pendant lights, golden and shining, evolved into streaks of Dharma light, and then crazily slammed into the formation like a ferocious beast.