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MTL - I Am Immortal-Chapter 62 Break through the confusion and see the truth
Chapter 62 Break through the confusion and see the truth
【Shuili Township under the jurisdiction of Fucheng】.
Qi Wuhuo looked at the address left by the murdered girl at that time, and still used a trick to go out through the door, but when he walked out, he turned around and saw the gate of the city. At the highest place, there are majestic bronze statues of beasts lying on the left and right, which are for mocking the wind and Jiaotu.
Jiaofeng likes to look far away, while Jiaotu resents enemies entering his lair.
There are many statues above the city gate tower.
But Qi Wuhuo always felt that the mocking wind on the gate of Zhongzhou Dacheng was a little strange.
I always feel like I am alive, and I seemed to have glanced at myself just now.
Then he turned his head away immediately.
Now the eyeballs are looking directly at the cloud over there.
‘Illusion? '
The young Taoist was surprised, and then realized when the mocking wind was staring at him.
Slightly bowed in the direction of the statue.
Then I saw that the mocking wind seemed to shake a few times, and the eyeballs were obviously deviated. They were obviously carved in stone, but they seemed to have a stiff feeling.
"Sure enough, it is the big city of Zhongzhou, which is different from the dream."
Qi Wuhuo thought, and recorded this matter in his heart.
Immediately, the Dharma Gate of the Earth will be operated, following the direction recorded in the jade book given by Tao Taigong, even if you use the earth veins to move forward, you don’t have to worry about getting lost. Zhongzhou Fucheng is the most prosperous place in the entire Zhongzhou, even in the empire. It is only inferior to the imperial capital of the capital, and the people who can live in the [square] in the city only occupy a small part, and most of them are in the outside villages.
There are still divisions such as villages, towns, townships, and ri.
Shuili Township is not too far from Fucheng.
It is based on a river near Fucheng, a village born near the water. When Qi Wuhuo went there, it was still early in the morning, and the flow of the river seemed to slow down in winter. The whole village was considered wealthy, and people could see the expressions on their faces. Joy and joy, many people have already posted couplets and are ready for the New Year.
The young Taoist saw an old man sitting on a deck chair, lazily basking in the rare warm sun in winter.
So he went up to inquire, using what the girl told him at the time as evidence, and only said that he knew the girl and was entrusted by her to come to this village. The old gentleman still held a book in his hand and raised his eyes. Looking at him, he said, "You're talking about Zheng Xiu's family. Her daughter has been lost for a long time, but is there any news coming back?"
"Dare to ask the old man, where is her home now?"
"Her house? This, hey, things are complicated, little Taoist priest, come with me, I will show you the way."
The old man shook his head, put the book in his hand aside, and immediately signaled Qi Wuhuo to follow him.
While chatting, Qi Wuhuo knew that this old gentleman had studied and passed the examination of a scholar, but he had been unhappy in his official career. He returned to his hometown when he was old, and he read and admired flowers every day, and he also taught the children to read. Happy to be at ease, he mentioned the missing child again, and sighed for a long time, saying that he had taught her to read and write, but he never thought that he would disappear suddenly.
The old gentleman came to a door, stopped suddenly, looked at Qi Wuhuo, and said, "You little Taoist, tell me."
"Has the child already..."
The old man hesitated to speak.
Seeing the young Taoist's expression, he already guessed something, but he was just emotional.
He patted on the door and shouted: "Xiao Lian, Xiao Lian?" He called a few times, but no one answered, so he pushed open the door and signaled Qi Wuhuo to come in. It should be reclaimed, and some vegetables are planted, but it is already deserted. The yard is full of dust and weeds. It is obvious that the New Year is coming, but there is no preparation.
The old man knocked on the door, and it took a long time for someone to hear it.
A person came out fumbling through the door, the girl's mother was probably not more than forty years old, but now she looked haggard, withered, most of her black hair had turned white, and the remaining The black hair underneath is also full of withered color, like dry grass after autumn—
The root has been broken, without nutrients, the vitality has dissipated like a canopy.
The old man sighed.
looked gloomy.
"I hugged her when she was little."
"When she was born, the old man was your age, and she was a young student. Watching her grow up, I never wanted to become like this."
The old man whispered to Wuhuo and opened his mouth.
The woman just said: "Ah, is it Brother Zhou?"
"You came to me, did my girl find it? Or did you know her news?!"
The woman was looking forward to talking, but her eyes were dull, and she was looking in the wrong direction. Qi Wuhuo didn't ask, but said: "I have news about her..."
"ah!"
The woman became emotional when she heard the words, and moved forward, but bumped into the table next to her, and something fell down with a crash. She staggered and fell to her knees on the ground, but she just stretched out her hands and held Qi Wuhuo. The palm to be supported, his voice was choked up almost out of shape, and he said:
"Thank goodness, thank goodness!"
"Thank you Bodhisattva, thank Buddha, thank you Jade Emperor, my daughter, daughter..."
She was crying.
The old man was about to say that this is a Taoist priest, how can you say that he is a Buddha and Bodhisattva if you thank him?
The young Taoist half-kneeled down, gently supported the wrinkled palms with both hands, and replied in a gentle voice:
"Well, the Bodhisattva will bless her... and you too." The woman seemed to have suffered a huge shock, cried a lot, and then fell into a drowsy sleep. Qi Wuhuo pushed the door open, and even the pungent breath had a Feeling that it was about to rot slowly, he helped the girl's mother back on the bed.
Then take his pulse.
The old gentleman stood by.
Qi Wuhuo raised his hand after a long time, and said: "I have been suffering from a stubborn illness...and I am hurting my body with grief, and my soul is exhausted; and I eat very little food, so my body's vitality has been greatly depleted...The vitality is seriously injured, and I need peace of mind." Rest in peace, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't live long."
"Just her eyes."
Qi Wuhuo looked at the old man.
The old man said: "...she was not in good health at first, but then she endured it hard to drag her eldest daughter. You know, many people in the village are reluctant to go to the doctor when they get sick. My daughter managed to bring her up, and asked us to help her find a good husband’s family, but later she refused in order to see a doctor for her, saying that if she went there by herself, she was too far away from home.”
"My husband's family didn't want her to go there either, and they even had a few big fights."
"Later, later the girl disappeared."
"Her mother dragged her body to look for it. She searched and searched, but she couldn't find it after several months of searching. Her health was so bad that she couldn't walk, so she had to cry, crying and crying, and her eyes went blind."
"But dare not die yet."
"I am afraid that my daughter will not find me when she comes back one day."
"Just be strong, we will bring her some food, she will come to eat."
"Humans, that's how it is. No matter how hard it is, if you don't want to die, you will always suffer."
The old man was talking.
Qi Wuhuo was quiet for a long time. He stretched out his hand and pointed it out. He just touched the acupuncture points on the woman on the bed in an instant. In an instant, even the old man felt that her aura had become calm. A little pale, the old man was surprised, said: "This is..."
Qi Wuhuo said: "The so-called acupuncture and moxibustion are based on strengthening the Qi and driving away evil spirits."
"Since this is the case, it is a more direct and simple method to use my qi as a needle to stimulate its own vitality."
"I will help her recover here, recuperate her body before leaving."
The old man watched the young man perform the needle, but still couldn't help asking: "Do you have anything to do with her?"
The Taoist replied: "It doesn't matter."
"Then why did you do it to such an extent?"
Qi Wuhuo replied: "Promise."
"And, the one who killed her daughter was a Taoist priest, after all, he can be regarded as a Taoist disciple."
"It should be..."
The old man was even more puzzled, and asked:
"It's a Taoist disciple, so what does it have to do with you?"
The young Taoist didn't answer, and finally just smiled gently:
"My cultivation base is low."
"It's just that if you can help, you are helping, and it doesn't matter."
There is a roll of white paper in his cuff, on which are written the experiences of countless people. He once felt that a person’s life and death are just a line of words and a little ink mark, but now he comes here to know that a little word, a little wear mark, is so important. so big.
The young Taoist helped clean up the messy house, and the old man also helped.
Finally, it is much cleaner and looks brand new.
The old man sighed: "It's rare to celebrate the New Year, I also brought some red paper couplets, and I have to write a post about Lord Stove."
He went to get the red paper, and Qi Wuyou picked up a pen to write.
The young man wrote a pair of couplets, and the old man couldn't help applauding, saying: "Good writing, good writing!"
"I can write better than the old man. Come on, come on, and you will also write this post by the Stove Lord."
Qi Wuhuo picked up the pen.
The events and emotions experienced by Huang Liang Yimeng are gradually being forgotten, but what he once mastered has actually survived, and the practitioner's control over the body allows him to play the calligraphy of the former Wuhu Master, so he writes The next text post of prayer and blessing, I hope that Lord Stove can bless this poor man in the next year.
The old man admired the young man's writing, suddenly shook his head and smiled, "Wrong, wrong."
"Um?"
Qi Wuhuo looked down, but didn't see a single word written wrong.
The old man pointed with his finger and said with a smile, "Look, it's been five years since Jingyun, why are you still writing about Jingyun for four years?"
"Jingyun five years? But..."
The young Taoist was stunned, he clearly remembered that when he left, it was the fourth year of Jingyun's New Year's Eve.
At that time, I was chatting with Li Puyu's uncle and talked about "Deng Ji De Yin" three years ago.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, the old man couldn't help laughing and said: "Young man, don't think that I can't remember clearly when I am old."
"The "Dengji Deyin" was promulgated four years ago. The old man, I got the benefit and was able to return home. How could I not remember it?"
four years ago? "Deng Ki De Yin"
Qi Wuhuo was stunned, countless possibilities swirled in his mind in an instant, and he obviously hadn't been away for that long.
Throwing aside the experience on that island, the time spent on the boat was only a day and a night. How could it be a year?
He suddenly paused in his thoughts.
I thought of the sneer and half-smile expression of the sloppy fortune-teller today.
'Yesterday? '
‘If it was yesterday, nothing happened, little Taoist priest. '
A ridiculous idea emerged in the mind of the young Taoist.
"I meditated on that river for a full year?!"
Just when he realized it.
It seems as if the barrier of knowledge and vision is broken.
The vitality in the body suddenly began to change.
Several rounds, and then—
Skyrocketing!
(end of this chapter)