The Great Tao Chronicle

The snow is howling, and the cold wind is like a knife.

In the middle of winter, all things are silent, the world is desolate, and all life returns to the earth.

Tianlian Mountain, a branch of Taiqiu Mountains, is ordinary and unremarkable.

There is a temple on Tianlian Mountain. The Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time. The walls are mottled, and the red paint on the gate is peeling off. At a glance, you can see that it is not a place with strong incense.

From time to time, someone nearby will come and burn two sticks of incense, asking for peace of mind.

But that's all. These days, there is no real faith.

slap!

An Qisheng got up and closed the window that was blown open by the wind.

The Taoist temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and even with the windows closed, wind can still get in through the cracks.

It made him tighten his thick down jacket tightly.

His stature is slender, but his physique is very thin, and there is an unhealthy whiteness on his delicate face.

"This Taoist view needs to be repaired."

An Qisheng said to an old Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a washed-white Taoist robe with a thick cotton-padded coat underneath, and in front of him stood a pot of charcoal that was burning red.

The old Taoist surname is Li, and the Taoist name is Qingyuan. He is the master of this Taoist temple. There are sixty-six in this year, and he is also well-known in Daxuan for his first-hand medical skills.

"There has never been such a big snowstorm in previous years."

The old Taoist had a ruddy face, and he didn't know whether it was blown by the wind or smoked by charcoal smoke.

But looking at the slightly moist corners of his eyes, it seems to be the latter.

"Qingyuan Taoist preached my Dragon Sleeping Pill, and I help you cultivate Taoism. That's what it should be."

An Qisheng picked up the teacup and blew lightly, the mist covered his eyes:

"After all, I may not live long."

"Dragon Sleeping Dan Gong is just a little trick to supplement the practice of martial arts. You don't need to be polite."

The old Taoist wiped the dampness from the smoke from the corners of his eyes, but felt a little regretful in his heart.

This child is fine in everything, but his life is short.

"It is said that in ancient times, there was a person who lived to be over 800 years old and was like an ordinary person... I want to live to twenty, but I can't."

An Qisheng took a sip of the tea and felt bitterness in his heart:

"I have read the Daoist Canon thoroughly, I have also dabbled in Buddhist scriptures, I have practiced various Taoist schools, and I have learned a lot of Buddhist concepts, but I still can't save my life...

Is there really no real way to practice in the world? "

An Qisheng couldn't help but feel a little confused. He was different from ordinary people since he was a child, and sometimes he could dream of another wonderful life on a planet that was different from Xuanxing.

It was like a dream, and it was like a past life.

It is because of these memories that he was able to accumulate a small fortune at a young age.

However, seeing that he was about to flex his muscles, he didn't expect that he was suffering from a terminal illness and that medicine would be useless.

Only you know the taste of this.

"How can there be any real cultivation method in this world?"

The old Taoist lowered his eyelids and sighed.

It is true that he is a Taoist priest, but a Taoist priest is not an immortal, and the hospital can't save him, so naturally his medical skills can't save him.

It is a pity that there is no real longevity method in the world. If there is, then throughout the ages, many emperors and generals who have pursued immortality will not have to die in sickbeds.

"Let the Daoist laugh."

After a sigh, An Qisheng also regained his composure. Similar words, he has heard too much in the past two years.

If it wasn't for his own circumstances that were too special, he wouldn't believe that there was such a thing in this world.

"Between life and death, I can't look at the old way calmly, how can I dare to laugh at the layman?"

The old Taoist dialed the charcoal fire and said seriously.

"This way, I won't bother the Taoist priest Qingyuan anymore."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and got up to leave.

"The wind and snow were quite heavy, and the layman's health was not as good as before, so he rested at the Taoist temple for a day, and then went down the mountain until the wind and snow stopped."

The old Taoist stood up to save him.

"It's too much trouble."

An Qisheng did not refuse. Although he also practiced martial arts, martial arts can strengthen the body, but it cannot withstand the attack of illness.

His body is not as good as before.

creak...

The old Taoist opened the door, and the biting cold wind blew in.

The temperature, which was not much, plummeted by three points.

An Qisheng tightened his clothes and followed the old Taoist out of the room.

The snow was blowing in the sky, goose feather snow flakes were scattered, a thick layer of snow had accumulated inside the Taoist temple, and the tall pines and cypresses bowed their heads.

"Master, the guest room has been cleaned."

At this moment, a little Taoist priest walked out from the door next to him.

"The little friend has a rest."

The old Taoist nodded and said to An Qisheng.

"The Taoist priest is also getting older, so he doesn't have to entertain me anymore."

An Qisheng smiled and walked into the guest room.

The guest room is not large, with only one bed, one table and chairs, two pots of charcoal fire, a few ancient books on the table, and some sundries in the corner.

"The body is getting weaker and weaker. After ten years of martial arts practice, it's about to dissipate..."

An Qisheng sighed, took off his shoes, and lay down on the bed to relax.

His right leg is down, his knees are bent and his thighs are bent, like a bow, and his left arm is stretched out and close to his thigh.

The Dragon Sleeping Dan Gong, as the name suggests, is the practice of sleeping.

According to legend, this sleeping technique is the only way to regulate the mind and body, which is passed down by a Taoist Taoist.

An Qisheng has been practicing this sleeping technique for several years, and the twenty-four movements are already very familiar.

As soon as he lay down, he naturally assumed this posture.

It is said that the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Pill Art that he knows is the true tradition, which is a little different from what ordinary people learn.

In fact, this sleep function can really reduce his pain.

"I'm really unwilling..."

An Qisheng closed his eyes, feeling unspeakable in his heart.

A year ago, he was suffering from a terminal illness and no medicine could help him. At first, he went to several major hospitals to seek medical treatment, and he refused to give up until all the major hospitals issued critical illness notices.

It was not until his attending doctor tentatively discussed with him the right to name his disease that he completely gave up seeking medical treatment.

In such a situation, the average person might have to wait to die.

But he believes that there must be power beyond the ordinary in this world!

Because, he broke the fascination in the womb, and got some memories that looked like his previous life!

The planet called Earth is more developed than the mysterious star where it is located, and the two worlds may overlap, but it is also a world that covers finance, politics, humanities, writing, science, and more than 5,000 years of history. It is by no means any Something you can imagine!

parallel world?

Transcend?

Reincarnation?

Or something else?

An Qisheng didn't know, but he believed that even such a thing could happen, why would there be no extraordinary power?

He was absolutely unwilling to do nothing with his body declining day by day, and finally died on the hospital bed!

This is also the reason why he has wandered the north and south of the country all these years.

Unfortunately, it's been a year off from school.

Over the past year, he has visited countless Taoist temples and temples.

But still got nothing.

"It's been a year, and I haven't gained anything. It's time to arrange the funeral. I have to let my parents have food and clothing for the rest of their lives and not be desolate in their old age..."

An Qisheng's eyes were half-closed, covering the tears.

Daxuan has a vast territory, and a year is not enough for him to travel around, but his time is running out, and his weakening body is not enough for him to continue.

He sighed softly in his heart, and silently recited the formula of the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Pill:

"Dragon returns to Yuanhai, yang hides in yin. People say stinging dragon, but I sting my heart..."

Soon he fell into a half-sleep.

woohoo~~~

An Qisheng's chest rose and fell, and his breathing rate changed.

The "Dragon Sleeping Pill" is a method for adjusting breathing, nourishing essence, and regulating body and mind during sleep.

After An Qisheng practiced, his sleep became shorter and shorter, but his energy became more and more energetic.

It's a pity that this sleeping technique can only relieve his pain, but cannot cure his diseased body.

Gradually, An Qisheng's slightly pale complexion slowly appeared a touch of ruddy, and the occasional tingling seemed to disappear.

Darkness!

Nothingness!

Inclusive of everything!

An Qisheng only felt that his spirit was very relieved, and the darkness around him surrounded him like water.

buzzing~~~

Suddenly, An Qisheng seemed to hear something.

"Am I dreaming again?"

An Qisheng had such a thought in his heart.

Boom!

It was like the sound of a bronze bell in a monastery, as if thunder came out of the mountains and exploded in An Qisheng's heart.

An Qi was born with this shock, and actually "opened his eyes" in his sleep!

Open your eyes in a dream!

This feeling is very strange, obviously he has not woken up at all, let alone opened his eyes, but An Qisheng clearly "saw" the wooden beams under the roof in the dark!

And the old roof that seemed to see through a little snow!

Even, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can see the spider spinning silk and weaving a web in the corner of the wooden beam!

"Ok?!"

An Qisheng was startled, and subconsciously wanted to get up, but he felt as if a mountain was falling on his body, unable to move at all.

dreaming?

Ghost press?

Or something else?

An Qisheng turned his back to the sky and looked at the roof beams. Surprisingly, he didn't have the panic he should have had in his heart, but instead had a faint expectation.

Just when An Qisheng calmed down in his heart, the place where his "eyes" were fixed suddenly changed.

The first thing that changed was the edge of the beam, which was accompanied by cobwebs of dust and three or two small insects.

The spider raised its arthropods and released the worm that was struggling on the cobweb.

Then, a thread of spider silk was swallowed back by the receding spider like a countercurrent!

"What's happening here......."

An Qisheng was shocked.

Then, he saw a scene that he will never forget in his life.

The little snow that seeped from the old roof slowly disappeared...

The night slowly and firmly recedes, gradually becoming dusk, noon, morning...

The mottled walls gradually fade away. . . .

On the rotten wooden beams, the sawdust that was once detached came back, and gradually became as clean as new...

The old guest room has a new look, disintegrated at a faster speed, turned into a skeleton, and finally disappeared!

It seemed only for a moment, what caught An Qisheng's eyes was already a cloudless blue sky!

Time is going against the flow? !

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