Nanny also cultivates immortality

He fell asleep in the middle of the night, and the next day it was bright and the sun was showing half of his head, and Wen Yuanqing was about to wake up.Open the window, there is a faint fragrance of medicine in the breeze, there is a palm-sized field in the backyard, all the herbs are planted, and they are maintained with basic magic every now and then.After standing for a while, he left the house and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

For breakfast today, Wen Yuanqing wanted to make three bowls of saozi noodles, but he hadn't eaten them for a while, thinking about it, he was still a little greedy.The most important thing about the scorpion noodles is the scorpion soup. The taste of the boy and the dog is hot and sour, and he picks out the ingredients from the Qiankun bag and cleans them quickly.A strong fragrance wafted from the pot, and the fragrance wafted out of the kitchen with the wind, permeating the sky above the small courtyard.

Wen Sichun jumped up from the bed and started howling at the top of his voice. "Father, are you making glutinous rice noodles?" He hopped off the bed and pushed the dog while putting on his clothes. "Wake up, Xiaobao, daddy is making sausage noodles, and it will be tasteless when it's cold."

"I don't need to wear clothes, it's easier than you." The dog jumped to the ground and shook its body.

The two brothers came into the kitchen just at the right time, Wen Yuanqing's saozi noodles were just out of the pot, steaming hot and so fragrant that one would be greedy.

"Father, why didn't you wake us up?" Wen Sichun finished washing himself, and had to help the dog brush his teeth and mouth.The dog lay on the ground, opened its mouth, and watched his younger brother squatting in front of it busy, his bright black eyes were full of tenderness.

Wen Yuanqing ate the noodles leisurely, responding unhurriedly. "Knew you would get up."

"It smells so good! I want to eat it too!" The old clam jumped out of the tub, moved to Wen Yuanqing's feet, and wet the bottom of his trousers.

Wen Yuanqing looked down at Lao Mu, feeling helpless. "How do you eat?"

"Put it in a basin, I'll soak in it."

"You can really think." After a while, Wen Yuanqing replied.

"You won't give me food?" Aggrieved

"It smells delicious, but you can't eat it."

The old clam jumped up to the dog, who was happily licking the delicious noodles. "It can be eaten, so can I." Expressing dissatisfaction, it is also a ghost!

The two of them communicated with their spiritual thoughts, and they didn't shield them. Anyone with a higher cultivation than them could hear them.The dog has spoken. "Master, make it a pot of pickled pepper broth, it's spicy and refreshing, so I won't be greedy next time."

The old clam heard full of malice. "I don't want it! I want the soup in the master's hand." He learned it very quickly, and immediately changed his address.

"Let me taste some for you." Wen Yuanqing took a spoon and poured some soup. "Open the double shell."

The old clam opened its double shell obediently.

Wen Yuanqing poured a drop of soup carefully, and the soup dripped onto the fresh and tender meat. As if the old clam had been severely stimulated, it instantly closed its double shells, jumped into the wooden basin, and kept swallowing. hit the water.

"Aren't you hungry?" Wen Yuanqing asked.

The old clam answered hastily. "No more greed, no more greed." A pitiful tone.

Wen Yuanqing continued to eat the glutinous rice noodles slowly.

"Father, give me some more soup." Wen Sichun loved this soup, and so did the dog.

"Not enough?" Asked, Wen Yuanqing poured half of the soup for the youngest son, and also put some noodles for him. "I froze some dumplings two days ago, and another bowl of dumplings?"

Wen Sichun didn't even raise his head, he just kept eating vigorously. "Okay, put it directly in the noodle bowl. Give Xiaobao half of it."

Wen Yuanqing remembered an old saying in the village.A half-grown child eats a poor old man.His son is only five years old, and he is already a small rice bucket.

After the meal, Wen Yuanqing gave a few instructions, and when he went out of the city, he had to ask the old man about the youngest son.

When the little old man saw him, he didn't get up, and was still leaning crookedly. He probably looked like this, as if he had no bones. "Come back?"

"Yeah." Wen Yuanqing had a lot of contacts with him, but he was used to his style, so he found a chair to sit on. "I'm here today to ask you something, old man."

"What's the matter?" the little old man asked lazily.

"A few days ago, when I came to deliver wine and left, you reminded me to bring my youngest son with me." Wen Yuan paused for a moment, thinking about it. "What means?"

The little old man looked at him. "Did something strange happen?"

Wen Yuanqing nodded.

"Good thing?" asked the little old man.Then I asked again. "The whole process went smoothly, and there was no danger as expected?"

"Yes." It seems that the old man really knows something.Wen Yuanqing's heart tightened. "Uncle, can you tell me what's going on?"

The little old man drank his wine. "Don't say it, don't say it." She digs and digs in her arms, digs and digs, and throws a crystal clear jade pendant to him, which is a Buddha. "Go back and bring it to the little bastard. Don't leave before the Nascent Soul."

Wen Yuanqing looked at the jade pendant in his hand, and wanted to ask why, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't open his mouth. He stood up and thanked him respectfully.

The little old man didn't answer him, but just waved his hand.

Wen Yuanqing left the cave in silence. After walking a few steps, he seemed to feel something, and turned to look back.The cave was gone, but the old man still looked sloppy, but he disappeared from his sight in just a few steps.For some reason, I suddenly felt a little melancholy and an indescribable loss.I'm afraid the old man won't come back again, after this farewell, I don't know when we will see each other again.

"Little brother, the old man taught you a magic trick: shrink the ground to an inch. How much you can learn depends on your talent. I will only demonstrate it once. Thank you for the wine. We will meet each other if we are destined."

As soon as the voice fell in his ear, the old man suddenly appeared in his mind. He seemed to be in the sky, and he could have a panoramic view of the whole source world.He saw the figure of the old man, moving ten miles away, then thousands of miles away, and then ten thousand miles away in one step.He was dumbfounded, and couldn't recover for a long time.This is the real magic method!What kind of cultivation is the old man?

I don't know how long it took, when Wen Yuanqing woke up from the shock, the sun was already high in the sky. He looked at the original cave and kowtowed three times respectfully.Divided into three volumes, the first volume is within reach, the middle volume is strolling in the garden, and the end volume is close at hand.There are only about a hundred words in each volume, and he read it roughly, which is difficult to understand, but he can feel quite mysterious and subtle, which cannot be described in words.

"Father, what are you doing standing under the sun?" Wen Sichun asked while riding the dog from a distance.

Wen Yuanqing answered with a smile. "Bask in the sun."

"Tch, who would believe it." Wen Sichun looked contemptuous.

The dog barked twice next to him, with the same expression as his younger brother.Wen Yuanqing laughed when he saw it, and bent down to pick up the youngest son. "Let's go home."

When I got home, I had lunch and chatted about the family life, and the whole family nestled in the study, and of course I didn't forget to bring Lao Mu with me.

"Sichun, take this jade pendant with you, it was given to you by your grandfather before he left." Wen Yuanqing didn't say much, as long as he knows some things himself.

Wen Sichun looked at the jade pendant on his neck and asked with a smile on his face. "Where did the old man go? When will he come back? This pendant is so beautiful, I like it. When Xiaobao and I went to the mountain, we found some good fruits and brought them back. Daddy made wine and gave it to the old man to drink."

"Okay." Wen Yuanqing agreed without saying a word, stroking the youngest son's hair, his eyes were dim and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Wen Yuanqing got up, took several books from the bookshelf, and read them carefully.After a long time, he suddenly spoke. "Sichun, when you and Xiaobao are searching for medicine in the mountains, do you often encounter danger? You always find elixir by coincidence?"

"No." Wen Sichun shook his head decisively. "Father, Xiaobao and I listen to you the most. We will never go to dangerous places and stay far away."

Wen Yuanqing picked up the book and tapped the young son's head lightly. "I don't know your temperament yet, to be honest."

"Well, there is still danger, and it's not too dangerous. The dog and I are smart, so nothing happened." Wen Sichun was a little smug. "The most difficult thing is to get the Yuanyang grass. I almost couldn't come back. I didn't expect the thunder from the sky, which severely injured the guardian beast. Hehe, it must have done too many evils." Forget about boasting about your father. "Father, you usually do a lot of good deeds, which are still useful. God still takes care of us at critical times."

"This sugar-coated cannonball is useless to me." Wen Yuanqing's face was sullen, but his eyes were gentle. "How many times have I told you and the dog that you don't commit crimes in peacetime, and you will be more hostile."

"Going out is inevitable." Wen Sichun scratched his ears and frowned. "Hey, everyone wants the spiritual fruit and elixir bred by heaven and earth, and whether they can get it depends on their ability." After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth and quickly hid behind the dog.

Wen Yuanqing quickly brought his son to him. "Are you still robbing spiritual objects from monks? Wen Sichun, you are so courageous!"

"Daddy, it was all an accident, and I didn't want to. Xiaobao and I discovered it first, but they came up to snatch it. How can there be such a reason? The book also said that a cooked duck can make it fly? Too bad Tired."

The dog hurriedly spoke for his brother. "Master, my younger brother is very strange. When he meets someone he can't match, he will show weakness early and run away. Only when he meets someone who can match him, he will take action."

Wen Yuanqing somewhat hated iron for being weak. "The reason for asking you to read more books is to clarify things and cultivate your own heart for enlightenment."

"Father, I'm enlightened. I'll save myself three times a day." Speaking of Dao Xin, Wen Sichun gained confidence and looked at his father. "Father, if I really do what you say, I will never realize my own way in my life. You also often say that to cultivate the way, you must first cultivate your heart, and you must do everything according to your heart. My actions are all according to my own way." I do what I want, and I have a clear conscience.”

Wen Yuanqing looked at the youngest son silently.After a long time, he sighed. "Forget it, it's up to you. It's just that Sichun, you have to remember that no matter what kind of Tao you practice, you must not forget your own principles and bottom line. You can't throw away your righteousness, or you will be arrogant."

"Father, I know!" Wen Sichun nodded seriously.

Wen Yuanqing put the book back on the bookshelf, and didn't go back to the kang, but stood in front of the window, looking at the herbs swaying in the wind in the backyard, feeling dazed.

The youngest son is probably the one who is said to have great luck in the book, and often a monk with great luck must have some achievements.But the youngest son is slightly different, he has a lot of hostility, and it will grow with age. Such a monk's journey to immortality is difficult and bumpy, and he is often in danger.