Under the Zijiang Bridge in Jincheng, Sandao spent his first night in another world here. Taking advantage of the darkness, he took a bath in the river around the city. Then he sat cross-legged under the bridge and practiced until dawn.

He still remembered the joy of fish and water with the woman before, and he felt that the taste was simply wonderful. He kept reminiscing, and then he kept getting excited. The so-called cultivation eventually became a kind of conjecture in silence.

When it was dawn, Sandao left the bridge cave and began to wander aimlessly around the city shirtless. If it weren't for his fairly handsome face and muscular figure, I'm afraid that all passers-by would have thought of him as a beggar or a psychopath.

And now, he is clearly turning heads. But those strange eyes made Sandao feel a little angry and a little shy. He kept telling himself, 'I am God, I am God, I am a God.'" But the reality seems to be constantly hitting back at him, "You're a dick, you're a dick, you're a dick!"

Sandao felt that he had never been so in his life. Walking bare-chested on the streets, with nothing in his pocket but the only two dollars left. It's probably not even as good as a dick.

In front of a steamed bun shop, Sandao used the last two yuan to buy four fist-sized white-flour steamed buns, and then squatted in a sparsely populated corner.

While nibbling on the steamed buns, he looked around, and said thoughtfully: "It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over! It's really a house leak that coincides with the overnight rain, and the amount of food increases when there is no food~ It's over, it's over, it's over! Lao Tzu is a dignified god of the catastrophe period, and now he has become a beggar who relies on others to give alms and needs to rely on this kind of steamed buns to fill his stomach~Beggar~Nima's, it's too~"

He squatted for about half an hour with three knives, and he was really depressed and angry. However, he soon discovered that such complaints did not solve any problems at all. Fortunately, he is still alive, so it is still too late.

He felt that he shouldn't be sitting still, at least he should do something. For example, make some money to fill your stomach. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to cultivate at all. Of course, he might just want to make some money and then go to that alley and have a good time.

So he got up and began to walk forward, somewhat reluctantly.

How to make money? Sandao has lived for more than 100 years and has never made any money. Now that he has come to another world, his first pot of gold is nothing more than someone else's charity. But making money in this way is obviously disdainful of Sandao.

"Young man~" At a corner, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe suddenly opened his mouth and stopped Sandao, who was still in a daze.

"What are you doing!" Sandao stopped and glanced at the middle-aged man, who was undoubtedly a fortune teller on the street, judging from the dress of the person he wore and the gossip face picture placed in front of him. Sandao never believed in this, so for him, this kind of person is a real deception.

"I see that you are magnificent, and your bones are amazing, you must not be an ordinary person. It's just that there is a gray aura between your eyebrows, I'm afraid that you will encounter some calamity!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he stroked his short beard and looked at Sandao with a smile on his face.

Sandao listened and slowly squatted down, and then suddenly came to the front of the middle-aged man. He stared at the middle-aged man's face with wide eyes, and the man looked at a loss.

Suddenly, Sandao reached out and grabbed the man's neck. The man was caught off guard, and his panicked face suddenly became blue and red. After Sandao let go of his hand, the man immediately opened his mouth wide and gasped desperately.

"You~" After a moment of respite, the man was just about to open his mouth to ask, but he heard Sandao preemptively say: "What are you! Your liver is too hot and the humidity is too heavy." The meridians are not smooth, and the blood pressure is low. And you've got rheumatoid arthritis, gallstones, and hemorrhoids. The most outrageous thing is that you are so old that you actually cut your foreskin. By the way, have you often had insomnia and dreams these days, can't sleep at night, and are sleepy during the day? I finally fell asleep and woke up easily!"

The man listened with sometimes annoyance, sometimes embarrassment, sometimes shyness, sometimes consternation. After Sandao finished speaking, he frowned and muttered softly, "Hey, what a fucking god, let him fucking be right!"

"Is there any pen and paper!" Sandao saw that the man bowed his head and was silent, and suddenly blurted out another sentence.

"Paper, pen?" the man relented, then took out a small notepad and a watercolor pen from his bosom and handed them to Sandao, his face kept in a state of bewilderment.

Take the pen and paper. Sandao wrote very smoothly. After a few breaths, he tore off a piece of paper and handed it to the man, "Grab the medicine according to what is written on it." Take one in the morning and one in the evening, and it will be effective in three days. For a week, you will be refreshed and have a spring dream without a trace!"

The man took the prescription written by Sandao and looked at it a few times with a dull face, "Thank you, thank you~" He said a little sneeringly, as if he had not recovered from his shock.

"Just thank you, don't you mean it?" Sandao said confidently: "You help people look at their faces, are you looking at them in vain?"

"Don't look at it in vain, don't look at it in vain~" The man said as he took out twenty yuan from his pocket and handed it to Sandao.

……

It was about ten minutes after the man came to his senses, and Sandao was eating noodles at a noodle restaurant. And the prescription and words written by Sandao before are naturally not the slightest bit of fraud.

Although the current cultivation is completely lost, there is no supernatural power. However, the medical skills learned in a hundred years have long been ingrained in the brain of the three swords, and the medical skills described in the Taiqing Danjing are not only infinitely mysterious, but also profound and profound. It took three knives a hundred years to barely comprehend this Taiqing Dan Sutra.

A large bowl of waist flower shrimp noodles is under the stomach, and the three knives suddenly have a feeling of resurrection with full blood. After some bargaining and stalking in front of a stall, Sandao finally bought a very tacky short-sleeved T-shirt for ten yuan.

And now, he still has a total of five cents in his pocket. He used the penny to buy a bottle of soda, then crouched back into a corner with a straw in his mouth.

Looking around the gradually congested streets, all kinds of passers-by, Sandao began to think silently.

If the current cultivation has reached the level of Bigu, then Sandao may find a mountain forest to follow the retreat and penance. But he felt that it was undoubtedly the same as before, and that it was simply a waste of life—at least he thought so now.

But if he couldn't restore his cultivation, Sandao felt that he wouldn't do anything at all. Even though he felt that he had the information, knowledge, and vision in his head that was ten years ahead of the world, he still didn't think that he could do anything earth-shattering with it. After all, he doesn't have money, and he doesn't consider himself material for business.

Relative to this, cultivation was obviously more suitable for him. And when his cultivation recovered to a certain level, Sandao felt that it might be the time for him to shine here. Thinking of this, the three swords felt that they had really spent their years in the past, if it weren't for the sake of ascending to sanctification, not for the search for eternal life, the three swords at that time could have become a dominant-like existence.

The most ridiculous thing is that his persistence and persistence were finally struck by the thunder he attracted. All of this is clearly self-inflicted. Fortunately, God did not take his life, and this opportunity to do it again made Sandao suddenly feel that life should be colorful. It's like, yesterday and the woman's clouds.

"No, I have to make money, make a lot of money!" came to this conclusion before dark, and made up his mind. It's like a sentence of life, and it's like a disobedience to fate, "When Lao Tzu has money, I'll take that alley." When you want to be casual, you can be casual. Cultivate immortals whenever you want!"