Nanny also cultivates immortality

Wen Sichun and Gougou were reading on the Kang by the window sill, seeing their father drifting into the room in a trance, a little bored, so they read in silence for a while. "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Find a book." Wen Yuanqing replied without raising his head.

"what book?"

"A miscellaneous note. There are spiritual things in heaven and earth. They are called cold stones. A ray of cold air is condensed in the deep winter. This thing has spirits and likes to hide in stones." Wen Yuanqing only vaguely remembered these.

Wen Sichun blinked, glanced at his father, then looked down at the book in his hand. "Father, come and see if it's this book."

"Let me take a look." Wen Yuanqing walked over slowly, picked up the book, looked carefully, and his eyes lit up immediately. "Yes, this is the book!"

A ray of cold air is bred in the world, and a ten-mile radius will be subject to natural disasters. If you don’t go out and pile up charcoal basins, you can’t relieve the coldness. The living beings in the ten miles will be frozen directly, and they will be melted and revived when they return to the earth in the spring of the next year.The cold air is alive, and it likes to hide in stones. It will sleep in spring, summer and autumn, and will wake up when the deep winter comes.During the deep sleep, the cold air and the stone will grow together for a long time, thus forming a cold stone.

There is a saying in the book that the cold air has spirits, hiding in the stone, and waking up in the depths of winter, this small stone will bounce around, absorbing the essence of the heaven and earth and the essence of the moon, making it nourish itself.To put it bluntly, this is a small disaster. When it is born, it will cause natural disasters, and when it grows, it will destroy spirits with hot stones.However, it is precisely because of this that the cold stone is so precious. The essence of the moonlight, energy, and spirits are all contained in it. Not to mention that monks and all living beings get it, and use it properly.

As for how to use it, there is no record in the book, just a few reminders.Those who get the cold stone, don't be greedy, for fear of being backlashed by the cold stone.

Why did Wen Yuanqing feel that the beads that hurt Yang Er were cold stones?He once heard that in a certain village nearly a thousand miles away from Jinjiang City, one year it was extremely cold in the depths of winter. How cold was it? People wore thick jackets and wrapped a thick quilt in the house, and piled a big firewood in the firepit. , still feel cold, cold to the bone, raw pain raw pain.

It is said that it is so cold that the range should be relatively wide. It is strange that here, a family is dying of cold, and the neighbors in the village less than ten steps away are in the normal deep winter. I don’t believe it. Try it, you will know it Fake.Have you never heard of this strange thing? There is something even weirder. Overnight, all living beings in a radius of ten miles were completely silent. After a bold investigation, one or two people came back frightened, and then they were frightened into stupidity.After hearing the news, the Four Great Dao Temples and all the casual cultivators came to investigate, but found nothing.

When hearing this story, Wen Yuanqing didn't know about Han Shi, so one day he casually flipped through a miscellaneous journal, and saw Han Shi's record, and then he became a little bit more thoughtful.Come to think of it, the monks who went there at that time had all seen the records of Han Shi.I don't know how many years, the cold stone has been ground into beads by the old clam, if it is really a cold stone, the old clam has probably become fine.According to what Brother Yang said, this old mussel has indeed become a spirit, but he doesn't know what his spiritual wisdom is or what his cultivation is.

"Father." Wen Sichun hesitated, then whispered. "Is there something wrong?"

Wen Yuanqing pointed to the pages of the book and said slowly. "I think the bead that hurt Yang Er should be a cold stone."

"Where is it!" Wen Sichun became excited all of a sudden, his eyes were fixed on that sentence, and the ghost was about to turn into a monster.

"Don't get excited." Wen Yuanqing smiled and stroked the young son's hair. "A rare treasure, everyone wants it."

Wen Sichun bit his cheek, his eyes puffed up. "Who else knows?" He showed a murderous look at a young age.

"Sichun." Wen Yuanqing was a little helpless, holding the youngest son in his arms. "Collect herbs as long as you gather them. Don't always bring your dog to do evil." This child, I don't know who he looks like, and he is quite hostile.If there is a disagreement, start a fight. "Little Treasure."

After being called, the dog shook its head and came over, rubbing its owner's hand.

Wen Yuanqing patted its head and spoke gently. "You said you would take good care of your younger brother." I've told you countless times, that it doesn't matter if you pick up less expensive herbs and earn less spirit stones.

"Father, it has nothing to do with Xiaobao." Wen Sichun climbed onto the dog's back with hands and feet, hugged its neck, and looked at his father with a smile. "Little Treasure is just like Dad, he has no principles." He was bewildered.

Wen Yuanqing looked at the youngest son who was only five years old, and would speak after being silent. "From now on, I will recite the scriptures silently for my father every day for half an hour." Too much hostility is not beneficial for cultivation, and it is easy to go crazy. "Xiao Bao is the same."

"Understood, dad." Wen Sichun responded quickly.He actually didn't want to commit murder because he didn't want his father to be disappointed.I just can't help it, I don't know how to describe it, the emotion comes when I say it.It's good that his father is by his side, but once he leaves his father, Xiao Bao can't control him at all.

The dog barked and rubbed against its owner's arm, its bright black eyes fawning.

The nanny who had no choice but to sigh with these two, could only spend more time and energy looking at them.

Half a month passed quickly, during which Wen Yuanqing went to the north of the alley every now and then to check on Yang Er's injury, and his relationship with the Yang family brothers became more and more familiar.After Yang Er's body fully recovered, Yang Dao told him that Wen Yuanqing wanted to go to the lake to check.Yang Er did not hesitate to agree, he also felt that the bead was a treasure, if he could help little friend Wen get it, it would be a life-saving grace.

Wen Yuanqing thanked him with a smile and made an appointment to set off in five days.Wen Sichun and the dog wanted to go down to the lake, after thinking about it, they finally agreed to it.While making preparations, Sanguoxiang had to be given to the little old man.

The little old man didn't live in the city, and felt that the rent in the city was too expensive, so he opened a cave on a hill outside the city, and it was tidy, which didn't match his slovenly image.Wen Yuanqing respected the elderly, it was very easy to send two altars of wine with Qiankun bag in hand.

"My old man's wine is here." The little old man happily greeted Wen Yuanqing, staring at his dusty Qiankun bag with bright eyes.

Wen Yuanqing entered the cave, took out the two altars of three fruit fragrances, and put them in the old place. "Old man, save some food." This trip to the lake is dangerous and unpredictable, and life and death are unknown. Even if you get a treasure by luck, you don't know how long you will have to rest.

"What are you doing?" The little old man jumped up immediately, pointing at the two jars of wine and then at him. "The little old man saves enough to eat, how else do you want me to save? I'm so heartless, pity me, a little old man, with only this little hobby of drinking, and I will be ruthlessly accused..."

"That's not the case." Wen Yuanqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's just that I'm going out for a while, and I don't know when and what month I'll be back." The little old man always said that only the wine he made tastes right, and the ones made by the neighbors are all shit.

The little old man stared at him. "Where are you going?"

"Look for an opportunity."

"Is that so..." The little old man stroked his short beard, as if thinking. "Is it too risky?"

I don't understand why the little old man asked such a question, but Wen Yuanqing answered honestly. "It's kind of dangerous." Seeing that the little old man was worried about him, and his heart was warm, he said. "When I leave, I will help the old man brew a few more jars of wine. When the time comes, you can just open the jars." Originally, the five days were a bit urgent, and I didn't have time to deal with these trivial matters. I just thought about the old man's alcoholic temperament, but Unbearable for two minutes, for him it was just a matter of effort, at most a day or two of hard work.

Hearing this, the little old man squatted down and opened the altar. The rich aroma of wine came to his nostrils. He filled half a spoonful eagerly, and he was satisfied with his mouth. "This time the wine is well brewed. The taste is mellow, and the little old man likes it." He took out the empty wine gourd and carefully filled it, then quickly put the two jars of wine into the Qiankun bag, stood up and looked at the side Wen Yuanqing. "Help the little old man brew another five jars, and I'll deliver the ingredients."

"Okay." Wen Yuanqing responded with a smile. "Old man, I will go back first."

The little old man nodded and raised his hand. Seeing that Wen Yuanqing was about to walk out of the cave, he made a sound. "Hey, little brother."

Wen Yuanqing looked back at him. "Is there anything else, old man?"

"Take your little one with you."

With no beginning or end, Wen Yuanqing was at a loss. After waiting for a while, seeing that the old man had nothing to say, he left with a loud voice and walked out of the cave.On the way home, I couldn't help but think about what the old man said.He meant to bring Sichun with him when he went down to the lake?Why?Originally, he planned to take his youngest son and Xiaobao with him, but why did the old man mention this so specially?

Two days later, the little old man came to the door in person with the materials for making wine. Fortunately, there was still someone in Wen's house.

"Hello, grandpa." Wen Sichun called out obediently, and invited him into the room with a smile. "Father has gone out and will be back in a while."

The little old man didn't look like a guest, just sat there with a big face. "Your father said that he would brew five jars of wine for the little old man when he left, and I sent the ingredients." After a pause, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Wen Sichun for a while. "Little guy, have you recited Buddhist scriptures recently?" There was a faint hint of Buddha nature, and the hostility was suppressed by two points.

"Yes." Wen Sichun looked at him curiously. "How did the old man know?"

"You have a scent, Sandalwood."

Wen Sichun heard it and said happily. "My father ordered it. I like it very much. It's light and comfortable."

"If you like, the little old man also has a piece of sandalwood here for you." The little old man took out a piece of sandalwood about the length of a palm.

Wen Sichun took it in his hand and smelled it, then said with a smile on his face. "Thank you, grandpa. I like this fragrance. Is it also sandalwood? The fragrance should be better."

"You know the goods." The little old man smiled and got up. "I'm leaving, tell your father, take this incense, and make wine properly, the little old man is addicted to alcohol."

"Understood, grandpa, don't worry, my father is a good crafter." Wen Sichun sent him out, closed the courtyard door, played with the sandalwood in his hand for a while, and then put it away happily.

After Wen Yuanqing came back, listening to his youngest son, he picked up the sandalwood and took a closer look. He didn't see anything. It was indeed better than the sandalwood at home, and the material was more exquisite, but it was just such a piece, and it couldn't last for half an hour. Thinking of the old man's temper like a naughty boy, he didn't worry about it, took a wooden box and threw it into the Qiankun bag.

Five days later, Wen Yuanqing brought the young son and the dog to join the Yang family brothers. They came to Weishan Lake. Many monks were preparing to go down the lake together. They were a little surprised to see Wen Yuanqing, especially when he brought the young son with him. Are you going to the lake or what?Do you need any help? Wait.

"I want to go to the lake to find a few good-year eight immortal grasses. My youngest son has some experience in finding and collecting herbs in the past two years. I thought I would have the help of the brothers of the Yang family, so I took him with me." Wen Yuanqing responded with a smile, and then road. "Which cultivator has the Eight Immortal Grass that is more than eighty years old, I will accept it at a high price."

Someone just asked. "What kind of pill can be made from the Eight Immortal Grass? It doesn't seem to be useful."

"Little Spirit Pill." Wen Yuanqing patted the dog's head. "Give it to my little treasure."

As soon as the audience chattered, they started talking, and after a while they dispersed in twos and threes, and went down to the lake to pick pearls and were busy with business.It was almost time to wait for people to leave, and Wen Yuanqing and his gang also boarded the boat.Going down to the lake to fish for pearls is generally done by first sailing a boat to find a place, and then go into the water to fish for pearls.Otherwise, if you practice Qi cultivation and don't have any good spiritual weapons to protect yourself, you will just foolishly dive from the lake bank, and you will probably drown and feed the fish.

Wen Yuanqing and his team cautiously found a place far away from their destination, took out the body armor and made preparations, then collected the boat and sank into the lake.You can't speak underwater, you use your spiritual thoughts to communicate.Strolling along the way, picking pearls or seeing useful herbs, Wen Sichun saw that he liked to eat fish, shrimp, crab and shells and collected them together.By noon, they were very close to their destination. They got out of the water, took out their boats, and made lunch before continuing.

When I came to the place where Yang Er was in danger, it was very peaceful here, no different from other places.Wen Yuanqing looked around carefully, knew it well, and communicated with his spiritual thoughts. "Let's see again tonight."

After a busy afternoon, the harvest was quite fruitful, and the brothers of the Yang family were delighted from ear to ear.After so many years of pearl fishing, it was the first time that I had such good luck.At night, after eating and drinking, everyone hid in a safe hiding place, recharged their batteries and waited for Lao Mu to appear.

In the middle of the moon, the old clam swam far away from the darkness, surrounded by many larger clams, and when the old clam stopped, they quickly disappeared.After about a stick of incense, the moonlight permeated layers of lake water, and soon enveloped a small world. It may be because of the lake water. The moonlight under the lake is very light, very soft and moist. In such an environment, it is very It is easy to practice with peace of mind.

This place is really weird!Wen Yuanqing quickly came back to his senses, looked at his companions around him, and heaved a sigh of relief seeing that their faces were clear.At this moment, a thin light suddenly appeared, just like what Yang Er said, it was very bright and dazzling.Fortunately, they had been prepared for a long time, they all turned their heads and closed their eyes, waiting for the light to disappear, then opened their eyes, and carefully poked their heads out to look forward.

The huge old clam fully opened its double shell, and inside it was a water-blue bead with a fresh color. The moonlight was absorbed by the bead at a speed visible to the naked eye.There was still a soft and warm light in a small world, but Wen Yuanqing could clearly see it emanating from Zhu Zi.