Guo Song was like struggling for his life, and it took three days to finally climb in front of the Taoist temple located at the western foot of Xiangshan, which is a very dilapidated small Taoist temple, with only five mud houses in total, and behind the small Taoist temple is a cliff.

Above a mountain gate that is about to collapse, there is a crooked broken wooden plaque, the wind and rain have made the wooden plaque have long been peeled off and turned white, and three words can be vaguely identified on it: Qingxu Palace.

Guo Song was stunned for a long time, although he was mentally prepared from the old Taoist robe, which was more worn out than a beggar's clothes, but the broken Taoist temple in front of him still shocked him.

"Come on in!"

The old Taoist priest glared at him dissatisfiedly and said, "What do you think it will be, Daming Palace?" ”

Guo Song had no choice but to follow the old Taoist priest into the Taoist temple, which was a courtyard of fifty or sixty square meters, and several Taoist priests were chopping wood and carrying water.

Seeing the old Taoist priest coming in, the Taoist priests gathered around and said with a smile: "Master is back!" ”

There are four Taoist priests in total, some are middle-aged and some are young, but the Taoist boy does not seem to have one.

Guo Song already knew that the old Taoist priest was called Mu Zhenren, although he worshipped under him, but he could not formally apprentice, he was currently just a little Taoist boy, and he must be ordained as a Taoist priest at the age of eighteen before he could officially worship Mu Zhenren as a master.

Of course, he can call Mu Zhenren a master, after all, he is also a disciple of Qingxuguan.

A young Taoist priest jumped in front of Guo Song, looked at him, and said with a smile: "Master, is this the little junior brother you found?" It's so thin! ”

"Guo Song, let me introduce you, these are your four senior brothers, the oldest is called Gan Feng, the fattest is called Gan Lei, and the tallest is called Gan Yun, this one is called Ganyu like a monkey, you are still called Guo Song, and after you are eighteen years old, you will be changed to Gan Yue."

Mu Zhenren said again: "It's a little late today, Gan Feng, you take Guo Song to eat and rest first, and then arrange his work tomorrow." ”

"Yes! Master. ”

Gan Feng saluted and said to Guo Song: "Little junior brother, you come with me!" ”

Guo Song saluted Mu Zhenren and a few senior brothers, and followed Gan Feng to a mud house on the far left.

Gan Feng has a bitter gourd face, rough skin, thick black eyebrows drooping downward, and a sad face, it is estimated that he is at most thirty-five or sixteen years old, but he is born old, giving people the feeling that he is almost fifty.

Gan Feng was of medium stature and a little sluggish, he took Guo Song into the kitchen, where the kitchen was blackened with smoke, a broken iron pot was on an earthen stove, and there were more than a dozen large porcelain bowls with missing edges and corners on the stove.

Gan Feng lifted the lid of the pot, scooped a bowl of black paste from the pot, and handed it to Guo Song, "Eat!" It's all mountain goods, and we have very little food here. ”

Guo Song was really hungry this time, he took the bowl and devoured it, it was actually not bad, it was porridge made with yams, fern roots and dried mushrooms, but it was too light and there was almost no salt.

Gan Feng scooped another bowl and sent it to the master.

After dinner, the senior brother took Guo Song to the residence again, the senior brothers all slept together, the fourth senior brother Ganyu had already built a small bed for him, the wooden board he made himself, covered with a thick layer of hay, and the quilt was a deerskin.

"Little junior brother, where are you?" Ganyu asked with a grin.

Guo Song liked this enthusiastic fourth senior brother very much, he scratched his head and said, "I am from Lingzhou. ”

"What a place to be in Lingzhou! There are a lot of melons and fruits, and I like to eat them the most. ”

"Fourth Senior Brother, where are you from?" Guo Song asked again.

"Me! I am from Bashu, my hometown is Yizhou, and the master picked me up when he went to Qingcheng Mountain, and I was ordained last month. ”

"You're from Sichuan!" Guo Song suddenly came out with a Sichuan dialect.

Ganyu laughed, "I won't speak Bashu for a long time." ”

He patted Guo Song on the shoulder, "Sleep well, I'll talk about something tomorrow!" ”

Ganyu left, Guo Song lay in the warm hay, although he was extremely tired, but his body was so sore that he couldn't sleep.

At this moment, he faintly heard a low voice outside the house.

"Second child, why did you say that Master would find such a thin child? Doesn't this add to the burden on us? ”

"Master has his own ideas, besides, what are you afraid of if you are thin, with Master here, at most half a year, he will be raised to be stronger than a leopard."

"Master said that he would find the most perceptive apprentice to go up the mountain, do you think he also has understanding?"

"I can't see it yet, but with Master's eyesight, it is estimated that this child will have a special talent."

In the discussion between the two senior brothers, Guo Song couldn't resist the attack of drowsiness, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

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Before dawn the next day, Guo Song suddenly opened his eyes, this is the instinct of begging for food that he has cultivated in the past three years, if he does not rush to the canteen in time to sleep, he will starve for a day.

Guo Song secretly screamed badly, sat up suddenly, and the gray morning light penetrated through the door of the house, and there was no more lobby where hundreds of people slept together, and he remembered that he was no longer in the reception hall.

Guo Song breathed a long sigh of relief, buried his head in the deerskin, he seemed to think of something, and turned his head to look at the other senior brothers, but he was stunned for a moment.

I saw that his four senior brothers were all sitting cross-legged on the bed board, their hands lightly placed in the dantian position, their waists straight, breathing in a strange rhythm, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes long and tactful, sometimes rapid and fast exploding, and their chests also rose and fell violently.

What is this doing?

Guo Song was really curious in his heart, could this be the legendary practice of internal strength?

He looked at it for a moment, but he couldn't hold back his inner urgency, so he stepped lightly on the bed, opened a crack in the door and got out.

When he came outside, a chill hit his face, freezing so that his pores shrunk, but his eyes widened, and the whole mountain peak was shrouded in a white mist.

Guo Song didn't dare to go far and peed next to the house, but at this time, he didn't have the heart to go back to the house to sleep, and the fairyland-like mist strongly attracted him.

He felt the wall and walked towards the courtyard, and in a moment, his hair and clothes were wet, and the water droplets on his face were running down his neck, and the mist was too damp.

Guo Song soon found himself disoriented, and in the dense fog like milk, the houses were gone, and he had to carefully grope his way forward.

"If you go any further, you'll fall off a cliff." Suddenly, there was a voice from behind him.

Guo Song was full of excitement, as if he had been hit by the immobilization technique, and he didn't dare to move.

"Master, I can't see anything!"

"You turn around and walk in a straight line!"

He turned around slowly, walked slowly in a straight line, and finally saw the figure of the master faintly a few steps away.

"Come with me!"

Guo Song followed Mu Zhenren's figure closely, and soon walked into a room.

The room was very simple, but tidy, with a brick fireplace in the corner, and a fire was burning inside, and the light of the fire reflected the room red.

"Sit down and make a fire, the last thing we need here is firewood."

Mu Zhenren smiled and pointed to a tree stump, Guo Song sat down on the stump, and the warm breath came to his face, and soon, his whole body warmed up.

"Have the senior brothers all risen?" Mu Zhenren asked, sitting on the side.

"They're all meditating, Master, they're ...... Is it practicing internal skills? Guo Song asked cautiously tentatively.

Mu Zhenren laughed, "Their meditation does have the effect of strengthening the body, but they are not practicing, but doing homework, every day from the fifth watch, all the Taoist priests in Kongtong Mountain get up to meditate and do morning classes, which is the same thing as the monk chanting, every Taoist priest is trying to practice the art of ascension." ”

"Specific...... How to practice? ”

"Every family is the same, that is, silently reciting scriptures, abandoning distracting thoughts, and concentrating on soaring with your mind, one day you will find yourself out of the mortal body and flying to the fairyland of the Three Qings, then your cultivation will be completed."

Guo Song was speechless, the art of cultivating immortals was really simple.

"Meditation and chanting can also strengthen the body?"

"It's not enough to just meditate and chant the scriptures, there are still some Taoists in it, otherwise how can every Taoist priest of Kongtong Mountain walk like flying when he goes up and down the mountain?"

Guo Song is right to think about it, the master is more than sixty years old, he is still childish, energetic, and walking on the mountain like walking on the ground, he doesn't know if the master will do martial arts, but it is a fact that he is physically strong.

For Guo Song, cultivating a strong body at the age of eighteen was an important goal for him to become a Taoist priest.

He suddenly remembered the conversation between the two senior brothers, hesitated, and then cautiously asked, "Why did Master choose me?" ”

Mu Zhenren smiled slightly: "You can't figure it out yourself!" Thin and weak, a child that no one else likes, why am I regarded as a treasure? ”

Guo Song nodded, he really couldn't figure it out.

Mu Zhenren said lightly: "Looking at your situation, you know that your family is poor, but you can write calligraphy for at least twenty years, with my common sense, this is impossible to exist, I really can't understand the reason, I can only infer that you have a talent that is different from ordinary people." ”

Guo Song was silent, the eyes of this old Taoist priest were really poisonous.

"Master, how should I practice?" Guo Song diverted the topic and asked.

"Your cultivation is very simple, from today onwards, you are responsible for chopping firewood every day, and then I will pass on your meditation and cultivation skills, and in a month you will be responsible for foraging and chopping wood, and in a few years you will go to carry water and exchange things, there is no time in the mountains, you just live a plain life!"

Mu Zhenren did not ask Guo Song about the reason for calligraphy, his heart was like a mirror, and his apprentice must have hidden secrets that no one knows.

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