This ever-bright lamp is not only strange to refuel, but even the wick is very strange, it was picked out from the oil lamp and held in his hand, and the light is not extinguished, it is still faint and faint, emitting a faint yellow luster. When you finish filling up the gas, put it in the lamp, and the light is the same as always. Han Yiming said in his heart: "Hasn't this light ever been extinguished?"

Suddenly, a voice behind him said, "Little friend, this is an everlasting lamp, which has never been extinguished since the day it was lit." and he shall not perish even if he is poured with water. Han Yiming didn't have to look back to know that it was a smallpox Daoist, and he was stunned for a moment, not knowing when he came. As I stood at this moment, I didn't know when he was behind me. But after being stunned for a moment, he immediately turned around and said, "Thank you seniors for your advice." ”

Under the moonlight, the smallpox Taoist stood three feet away: "Little friend, do you know how many years this lantern has been lit?" Han Yiming's heart moved: "What does he mean by this? Could it be that this lamp has been lit for decades and nearly a hundred years?" But he didn't show it, but said: "The disciple has shallow knowledge, and he has never seen this everlasting lamp before, so he stared at it for a while, where did he know when this everlasting lamp was lit? I have no way of knowing how many years it has been lit." The smallpox Taoist approached and said, "Little friend, this lantern has been lit for three hundred years, and it has never been extinguished since the day it was lit." Han Yiming had guessed for a hundred years, and he felt that the time had been long, but he didn't expect that it had been three hundred years, and he was stunned. The smallpox Taoist paused, as if he was about to say something, but he shook his head again, looked into the hall through the door and said, "Little friend, I have a few important words to say to you. But not now, you remember, I should inherit you, I will do it, but you should inherit mine, you also need to remember. When you leave here, come to me, and I will tell you these important words. Remember, remember!" and turned away.

Han Yiming said in his heart: "What is he doing selling this pass?" But the smallpox Taoist refused to explain immediately, so he refused to ask. Just stand aside. In fact, when he met the smallpox Taoist, he wanted to ask him when he could leave? The smallpox Taoist had a mutual promise with himself, but he didn't ask him. Maybe it's because I'm always feeling inconvenient to ask out loud at the side of this hall, so I haven't asked.

Turning around, he watched as the two disciples under the Pingbo Dao people in the hall filled up the several bowls of lamps hanging on the beams, and walked to the jar on the ground. This time, the disciple who always picked out the wick in his hand did not pick out the wick from the oil cylinder, but used his hand to hold the wick into the middle of the oil cylinder, and the disciple with the spoon scooped a spoonful of oil into the barrel beside him and added it to the oil cylinder.

Han Yiming silently counted the nine spoons he added, but saw that he still didn't stop, the spoon in his hand was still scooping up the oil into the oil drum, and refueling the same oil cylinder, so he carefully counted it for him. This time it was much more than before, Han Yiming felt that he had counted it wrong several times, either a majority or a minority, but the disciple kept adding and adding, and after a while, he straightened up and asked the disciple next to him: "Senior brother, do you think I can add enough?" The disciple holding the wick next to him said: "Well, that's right, it can't be wrong, after adding it for many years, will it still be wrong?" Senior brother, it's exactly ninety-nine spoons, look, it's full, isn't it? Let's go add another lamp." Han Yiming was outside, and couldn't help but secretly wonder: "This jar is not small, how can it still hold so much oil? I obviously saw that there was oil in it, ninety-nine spoons, this amount is not small." ”

The two disciples filled all four jars in turn, and the last time, they added them with their backs to him. But the disciple who added lamp oil had to bend down every time he added a spoonful, and Han Yiming only had to count the number of times he bent down. Counting to ninety-nine times, the disciple who added the lamp oil said, "Well, it's done." Fortunately, I only add it twice a month, and if I add it again, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it. The disciple holding the wick reached out and helped the wick in the center of the cylinder to the wall of the cylinder, and said, "Yes! Speaking of which, others are afraid and don't believe it, so it won't take us a few years to cultivate when we add lamp oil? Fortunately, the master has given us a lot of guidance, otherwise we would have been boiled dry by this lamp a long time ago." The disciple who added the lamp oil said, "By the way, why did the master leave the boy from Lingshan in the sect......? What's Master's purpose in keeping him in the faction? I see that Senior Brother Qian is still accompanied by tea and dinner, which is really an accident. There are not a few senior brothers from other sects in our sect, but the disciples of Lingshan are here for the first time. ”

The disciple holding the wick said, "Is this so?" I don't know, how can the old man and his old man do things that our disciples can guess randomly? His old man's intentions are far-reaching, so we don't need to ask, just add the lamp oil. The disciple who added the lamp oil said: "What the senior brother said is, but I am strange that the master and his old man have never neglected the senior brothers who came here, but this time he has been left here, which is very incomprehensible to me." Besides, Master has boiled a lot of lamp oil these days, and this time it is not unusual, and it has been used for almost a year at a time, but I am afraid that his old man will leave for a while, and he will boil this lamp oil, and he will not spend a lot of hours on it? Senior brother, let's not speculate in private, how can you and I guess everything? Master, his old man has his own plans, let's be disciples, just do what we are told. ”

Hearing this, Han Yiming always felt that there were some things that he felt were really strange, but he couldn't understand what was wrong for a while, but he didn't allow him to think about it, the two disciples had already turned around and walked out. As soon as they turned around, Han Yiming was startled, these two disciples were already wrinkled, and they had goosebumps! They had never added lamp oil before, and they looked very young, although cultivators could not judge their age by their faces, but they looked no different from the senior brothers of various factions that Han Yiming had seen on weekdays, and their general spirits were refreshing, and they were good in their proper years. But after adding lamp oil, he became an old man, which was surprising at first sight. After all, they are not Aunt Luo, and Aunt Luo's life is the result of her practice over the years. These two people will make them old like this if they add lamp oil, Han Yiming immediately understood what they said earlier, adding this lamp oil will cost the cultivation of the two of them. Seeing that the two have walked to the wooden door, as soon as they open the door, they must be facing each other!

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The best night of the week is tonight! Happy weekend everyone!