After lunch, Shi Mingde took Link to the nearby mountains with kindness.

The ancient temple is in the mountains, small but clean and golden, and has a desirable power. The walls are also golden, and as soon as you get close to the temple, you can hear bursts of prayer from inside. The smoke was filling, and it was clear that the incense was very strong.

Walking into the temple, they are dressed in a way that stands out from the crowd. The others are all in yellow robes, some are even naked, only wearing yellow ribbons, in the ancient temple, bowing and praying, especially pious.

Link and Shi Mingde walked in, like two infidels, breaking into someone's base camp.

Although Shi Mingde did not believe in Buddhism, the shrewdness of a businessman played a role, he looked at the believers who looked puzzled, quickly lit a bouquet of incense, found a futon, and began to worship the Buddha statue.

"You are here first, and I'll take a walk myself." Lin Kecai didn't care what the believers thought, he was here to find the treasure. can't let Shi Mingde follow all the time, otherwise, what if the secret of the Nongben pot is leaked?

Link walked around the temple's Daxiong Treasure Hall and found no treasures that could make the Nongben pot hot, and his frustration was palpable.

"It's really hard to have a baby in the middle of nowhere."

He comforted himself and planned to try his luck in the back hall. There are relatively few pilgrims in the back hall, monks come and go, some are chatting and laughing, some are walking and chanting, some are meditating, most of the monks, there is a pious taste on their faces, and most of the monks in Huaxia are like monks.

Suddenly, the Nongben pot in his arms began to get hot, and Link was overjoyed, "It must be that the big baby has appeared, the gold liquid, and the production is going to increase again." ”

He held the pot in his hand, felt the change in the heat of the pot, and approached a meditation room. At the door of the meditation room, the heat of the nongben pot is very strong.

"Squeak!" The door of the meditation room opened, and a "dried corpse" appeared. Oh, no, it's an old monk, tall and tall, but his skin is shriveled, his back is bent, he is old, there is not a trace of blood on his face, there is not a trace of flesh on his body, and he is a dried corpse.

Strangely, the old monk's lower abdomen bulged, and the wide monk's robe could not cover it. He looked at Link, his eyes darkened, and he could fall backwards and die at any moment, but there was a faint heat churning in his body, indicating that he was still alive.

Link was taken aback and hurriedly saluted, "Master, the disciple is polite." ”

At this time, the Nongben pot in Link's hand was almost boiling hot. Link was overjoyed again, "Could it be that this master is a Buddha treasure?" Or is he a master of the Dharma and can bless Buddha objects? Making babies? ”

The old monk suddenly trembled and almost fell, he gritted his teeth, held the door with one hand, and pinched the rosary with the other. ”

"The master is also from Huaxia?"

The old monk nodded with difficulty, "The old man is 68 years old this year, and the Buddha is 50 years old. Forty years ago, I fled here to escape the turmoil in my country. Come in and sit. The old monk held on to the door and walked back to the meditation room tremblingly.

Link's eyes shrunk, 68 years old? Looks like a 180's? I have been a monk for 50 years, which is long enough. In the spirit of respecting the elderly, and thinking of the changes in the Nongben pot, Link reluctantly walked into the meditation room.

"This old monk is a Buddha treasure? No way? Link muttered to himself.

The old monk sat down and stared at Link, "Young man, I hope you are lucky, you have just started to gain momentum, and your career should be on the right track." But there has been a bloody disaster recently, so be very careful. ”

"Such an evil sect? Do you even know the beginning of my career? Link was a little surprised, and hurriedly saluted, "Please also ask the master for guidance." ”

"I can't say it, I can't say it." Teacher Buddha clasped his hands together and suddenly stretched out his palms, "Let me see if your luck can tide over the difficulties." The withered palm was placed on Link's head.

Link only felt a warm and comfortable air flow pouring down from the top of his head, so uncomfortable that he almost groaned. "What is this? Qigong? In this world, there is still qigong? ”

Nongben pots are treasures handed down from ancient times, among which there are many visions, and the gold liquid produced can transform the human body and promote the growth of plants. What could be more magical than it? The emergence of qigong is also understandable.

"Huh? This is? The old monk wanted to stretch out his palm, but found that his palm was fixed and uncontrollable, so he quickly put his left hand on his right arm and tried to pull it away.

At the moment of contact, the left hand also froze in place, unable to move. Streams of air flowed out of the old monk's body, passed through the palm of his hand, entered Link's mind, and impacted the limbs and bones.

The old monk's bulging lower abdomen gradually shrank, and there was even a comfortable feeling of losing his burden. His back, which had been bent down since he began to practice qigong, involuntarily straightened slowly.

After a while, the shriveled skin and dark muscles on the body returned to the earth like spring, and everything recovered and slowly recovered. Blood vessels are like snowmelt streams, Juanjuan flows, muscles spring up like mushrooms after a rain, and grow rapidly.

"This is? My Qigong ......" But at the same time, the old monk felt that the qigong that he had practiced for more than 50 years was passing rapidly, and it was all entering Link's body.

At this time, Link was in a state of selflessness, without sorrow or joy, allowing the heat to flow all over the body, and the blocked acupuncture points suddenly opened, and the slightly stagnant blood vessels were instantly unblocked.

Link also felt the changes in his body, and quickly adjusted to the best state as if he was taking gold liquid.

The old monk's shriveled face was covered with a lump of flesh, and he could clearly feel that his body was recovering rapidly. Moreover, he is unusually young, 68 years old, at most 40 years old.

For a long time, the old monk did not leave a trace of qigong in his body. Link's face was ruddy, as if the baby was sleeping soundly, and he was very comfortable.

Link slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw that standing in front of him was a very young middle-aged man, his beard was slightly white, and he was nervous, how long had he been asleep? Why didn't the old monk call me? Touch it with your hand, but fortunately, the Nongben pot is still there.

Then he put his hands together and bowed, "Hello Master." May I ask where did the master go? ”

The master looked at his hands, and tears suddenly flowed, "I understand, I understand." Pudu Qigong turned out to be Pudu for others, using his own body as an introduction, and passing on all the Qigong to others, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell. ”

The master looked at Link, folded his hands, and bowed deeply, "Your appearance has freed me from decades of distress. ”

"You are? The master just now? Link stared, incredulous. After listening to the old monk's explanation, he couldn't believe it for a long time.

Cosmetic surgery can't be so fast, an old man who is about to die, with a shriveled figure, suddenly becomes a young and promising middle-aged man? The face is ruddy, not like a fake? Is there such a supernatural power in the world?

Feeling the Nongben pot again, Link suddenly moved and entered a white space. Only a mile in a radius can see the landscape clearly, and in this mile of space, he is the only one.

The geology belongs to the riverside beach, there is a lot of sand and gravel, overgrown with weeds, and the sound of gurgling water can be heard in the distance, but the river seems to be in the white fog and cannot be seen by the naked eye.

Link approached the white fog and touched it with his hand, it was formless and substantial, but he couldn't reach into the white mist, strange.

He suddenly reacted, here, is this the space of the Nongben pot? He remembered that it was recorded in the book that the Nongben pot could appear in a special space and belong to another world. But no one knows how to open it. "Could it be that I accidentally opened the world of the pot of the farmer's pot? Could it be that it is the function of qigong? ”

He moved his mind and walked out of the space to see the old monk looking at him quietly. Hurriedly asked, "Master, what happened to me just now?" ”

"The donor seems to have encountered a great opportunity just now. The old monk no longer has qigong and can't sense it. He shook his head.

It's a pity that I have practiced qigong for more than 50 years, and all of them were lost overnight, but my body seems to have reached the best state. Suddenly, the old monk's eyes lit up and he patted his head, "It's time to figure it out, it's time to figure it out." This is the Dharma, my Buddha's compassion. ”

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The old master smiled with satisfaction, "You can go." In the future, I won't use it anymore. ”

"Master, the disciple should be repaid for receiving half a century of qigong cultivation from you."

"Well, if you repay, it's cause and effect. How do I have an epiphany? Depart quickly, and do not come back. The old monk waved his hand, "In the future, do more good deeds." ”

"Yes," Link retreated to the door, bowing respectfully. Then he knelt down and kowtowed a few times before leaving, and his heart could not be calm for a long time. "Things in the world are so magical. I didn't expect to find the Buddha treasure and get the qigong inheritance. ”

Link clenched his fists and felt a strange power circulating in the meridians, ready to be released at any time.

He opened the Nongben pot, but there were still only 5 drops of gold liquid in it, and there was no increase.

Link guessed that the old monk himself belonged to the Buddha Treasure. The Nongben pot has also undergone a change, opening up the space in the Nongben pot, and he can show his skills again.

A few days ago, he saved the gold liquid, only consumed two drops a day, leaving dozens of drops of gold liquid, diluted with spring water, handed over to Xu Weining, and dropped two drops into the water tower every day to ensure the growth of chickens and ducks.

Now, if we can develop the space in the pot, we may not even need gold liquid, and we can carry out agricultural production.

Walking out of the back hall, Link saw the nervous Shi Mingde, and couldn't help but look at the back hall, wanting to walk in, but hesitating. I was greatly relieved to see Link appear.

"Brother Lin, is the matter done?" Shi Mingde guessed that Link's entry into the back hall should be the military's task. Just now he wanted to follow, but when he thought of this, he quickly gave up.

"It's done, it's been successful, it's smooth." Link looked back at the ancient temple, "When I get rich, I'll come back and renovate this ancient temple." ”

"Found the Buddha Treasure?" Shi Mingde asked tentatively.

"Didn't find it. But meeting a magical old monk has benefited me a lot. ”

"Sure enough, Link is a member of the military, he just said that he wanted a Buddha treasure, but now he didn't find it, and he said that the matter was done, what else could it be besides completing the task? I didn't expect this ancient temple to be a military base in Huaxia, and it seems that I have to come to worship often. If something happens one day, you can still be protected by the military. Link didn't know how to feel if he knew the thoughts that were flashing through Shi Mingde's mind.

"Buddha treasure?" Aquino, like an ordinary believer, walked out of the temple and hurried away.

Link looked at Aquino's back, thoughtful.