The snow is howling, and the cold wind is like a knife.

In the middle of winter, everything is silent, the world is depressed, and all life returns to the earth.

Tianlian Mountain, which belongs to the branch of the Taifu Mountains, is ordinary and inconspicuous.

There is a view on Tianlian Mountain, the Taoist temple is in disrepair, the wall is mottled, the red paint on the gate falls off, and it is not a place where incense is vigorous at a glance.

From time to time, people will come nearby to light two sticks of incense and ask for peace of mind.

But that's all, these days, there is no real faith.

Smack!

Ankisheng got up and closed the wind-blown window.

The Taoist temple is in disrepair, and the wind still comes in through the cracks when the windows are closed.

He couldn't help but tighten the thick down jacket on his body.

His figure is slender, but his physique is very thin, and his delicate face has an unhealthy whiteness.

"This Taoist temple, it's time to repair it."

An Qisheng said to an old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on the floor.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a washed white robe, wearing a thick cotton coat inside, and a pot of charcoal fire burning red was placed in front of him.

The old Taoist priest's common surname is Li, the Taoist name is Qingyuan, he is the master of this Taoist temple, there are six out of seventy this year, and his first-hand medical skills are also well-known in Daxuan.

"In previous years, there was no such heavy snowstorm."

The old Taoist priest had a ruddy face, and he didn't know whether he was blown by the wind or smoked by charcoal.

But judging from the slightly moist corners of his eyes, it seems to be the latter.

"Qingyuan Dao has passed on my dragon sleeping pill gong, and I will help you cultivate the Taoist temple, that is also right."

An Qisheng picked up the teacup and blew it gently, and the mist covered his eyes:

"After all, I probably won't live long."

"The Dragon Sleeping Pill Gong is just a small trick for supplementing martial arts practice, and you don't have to be polite."

The old Taoist priest wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, but he felt a little sorry in his heart.

This kid is good at everything, but he doesn't have a long life.

"Legend has it that in ancient times, there were people who lived for more than 800 and lived like ordinary people....... I want to live to be twenty years old, but I can't. ”

An Qisheng took a sip of tea, only to feel bitter in his heart:

"I have also read through the Taoist collection, I have also dabbled in Buddhist scriptures, I have practiced various Taoisms, and I have learned a lot of Buddhist ideas, but I still can't save my life......

Is there really no true way to practice in the world? ”

An Qisheng couldn't help but be a little confused, he was different from ordinary people since he was a child, and sometimes he could dream of another wonderful life on a planet that was similar to Xuanxing.

It was like a dream, and it was like my past life.

It is precisely because of these memories that he was able to accumulate a small family business at a young age.

However, when he saw that he was going to show his strength, he didn't expect to suffer from a terminal illness, and the medicine stone was hopeless.

Only I know what it feels like.

"How can there be any real cultivation method in this world?"

The old Taoist priest lowered his eyelids and sighed.

It is true that he is a Taoist, but a Taoist priest is not an immortal, and the hospital can't save it, and his medical skills naturally can't save it.

It's a pity that where in the world is there any real immortality method, if there is, then throughout the ages, how many emperors and generals who have pursued immortality do not have to die of old age.

"Let the Taoist see a smile."

After a sigh, An Qisheng also regained his composure, similar words, he had heard too much in the past two years.

If it weren't for his own special circumstances, he wouldn't have believed that there were any such things in this world.

"Between life and death, I can't take it lightly, how dare I laugh at the layman?"

The old Taoist priest dialed the charcoal fire and said in a positive way.

"So I won't bother Qingyuan Dao anymore."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, got up and said goodbye.

"The wind and snow are quite heavy, and the health of the layman is not as good as before, so I will rest in the Taoist temple for a day, and wait until the wind and snow stop, and then go down the mountain."

The old Taoist priest got up and stayed.

"It's a long trouble."

An Qisheng did not refuse, although he also practiced martial arts, but martial arts can strengthen the body, but it cannot withstand the invasion of disease.

His body is not as good as before.

Squeak ......

The old Taoist priest pushed open the door, and a biting cold wind blew in.

The already small temperature plummeted by three points.

An Qisheng tightened his clothes and followed the old Taoist priest out of the room.

The wind and snow in the sky are heavy, goose feathers and snow flakes are sprinkled one after another, a thick layer of snow has accumulated in the Taoist temple, and the tall pines and cypresses have lowered their heads.

"Look, the guest room has been cleaned."

At this moment, a little Taoist priest walked out of the door next to him.

"Little friendly students rest."

The old Taoist priest nodded and said to An Qisheng.

"Dao Chang is also old, so he doesn't need to entertain me."

An Qisheng smiled and walked into the guest room.

The guest room is not big, only a bed, a table and chairs, two charcoal fires, a few ancient books on the table, and a few sundries in the corner.

"The body is getting weaker and weaker, ten years of martial arts practice, this is about to be exhausted......."

An Qisheng sighed, took off his shoes, and lay flat on the bed to relax.

Its right leg is down, its knees are bent and curled up, like a bow, and its left arm is stretched and close to its thigh, but it is the posture of the dragon sleeping Dangong.

As the name suggests, it is the kung fu of sleeping.

According to legend, this sleeping gong is the only way to regulate the body and mind handed down by a Taoist who has a true transmission of the Tao and the truth.

An Qisheng has been practicing this sleeping skill for several years, and he has already mastered the twenty-four movements.

As soon as you lie down, you will naturally assume this position.

The dragon sleeping pill skill he knows is said to be a true transmission, which is a little different from what ordinary people learn.

In fact, it did reduce his suffering.

"I'm really unwilling......"

An Qisheng closed his eyes, and his heart was unspeakable.

A year ago, he was terminally ill and could not be helped, at first, he went to several major hospitals for medical treatment, until all the major hospitals issued critical illness notices and refused to give up.

It wasn't until his attending doctor tentatively discussed with him the right to name his illness that he gave up on seeking medical treatment completely.

In such a situation, if it is an ordinary person, it may be waiting for death.

But he believes that there must be a power beyond the mundane in this world!

Because, he broke the mystery in the womb and got some memories that seemed like his previous life!

The planet named Earth is more developed than the Xuanxing where it is located, and the two worlds may coincide, but it is also a world that covers finance, politics, humanities, writing, science, and a glorious history of 5,000 years, which is by no means something that any individual can imagine!

Parallel worlds?

Through?

Reincarnation?

Or something else?

An Qisheng didn't know, but he believed that even such a thing could happen, so why didn't he have extraordinary power?

He was absolutely unwilling to let his body decline day by day and do nothing, and finally died of illness on the hospital bed!

This is also the reason why he has traveled all over the country over the years, not because he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment.

It's a pity that they have taken a year off from school.

In the past year, he has visited many Taoist temples and temples.

But still nothing.

"It's been a year, there is no gain, it's time to arrange the future, always let my parents have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, and they will not be desolate in their old age......."

Angelson's eyes were half-closed, covering his tears.

The territory of Daxuan is vast, and a year is not enough time for him to go through, but his time is running out, and his increasingly weak body is not enough for him to continue.

He sighed lightly in his heart, and silently recited the mantra of the dragon sleeping pill gong:

"The dragon returns to the Yuan Sea, and the yang is hidden in the yin. People say that they sting dragons, but I sting my heart ......."

Soon he fell into a half-sleep.

Whew~~~

Anchisheng's chest heaved and his breathing rate fluctuated.

The Dragon Sleep Pill Gong is a method to adjust breathing, nourish essence, and regulate body and mind in sleep.

After An Qisheng practiced, he slept shorter and shorter, but his spirit became more and more energetic.

It's a pity that this sleep skill can only relieve his pain, but not treat his diseased body.

Gradually, An Qisheng's slightly pale complexion slowly appeared a touch of ruddy, and the occasional stinging pain seemed to disappear.

Dark!

Nothingness!

All-inclusive!

An Qisheng only felt that his spirit was very soothing, and the darkness around him surrounded him like water.

Buzz ~~~

Suddenly, Ankisheng seemed to hear something.

"Am I dreaming again?"

Such a thought arose in An Qisheng's heart.

Rumble!

It was like a bronze bell ringing in the temple, like thunder coming out of the mountain, and it exploded in An Qisheng's heart.

After this agitation, An Qisheng actually "opened his eyes" in his sleep!

Open your eyes in your dreams!

This feeling was very strange, obviously he didn't wake up at all, let alone open his eyes, but An Qisheng clearly "saw" the wooden beams under the roof in the dark!

And the old roof that seems to have a little bit of snow seeping in!

You can even see spiders spinning silk webs in the corners of wooden beams!

"Huh?!"

An Qi was startled, and subconsciously wanted to get up, but he felt as if he was falling into a mountain, and he couldn't move at all.

Dream?

Ghost press?

Or something else?

An Qisheng turned his back to the sky, looked at the beams of the house, and surprisingly did not have the panic in his heart, but had a faint expectation.

Just when An Qisheng's heart calmed down, the place where his "gaze" was focused suddenly changed.

The first thing that changed was the edge of the beams, accompanied by dust and cobwebs of small insects.

The spider lifted its arthropod and released the dying worm that was pressed against the web, and the worm left the web backwards, and the dust that fell on the web slowly rose......

Then, a trace of spider silk, against the current, was swallowed back by the backward spider!

"What's going on....... this"

An Qisheng's heart was shocked.

Then, he saw a scene that he will never forget.

The specks of snow oozing from the old roof slowly disappear.....

The night receded slowly but firmly, gradually turning into dusk, noon, and early morning......

The mottled walls fade away......

On the decaying wooden beams, the sawdust that had once detached has returned, gradually as clean as new......

The old guest rooms have been renovated, and at an even faster rate, they have disintegrated into skeletons, and finally disappeared!

It seemed that it was just a moment, and what caught An Qisheng's eyes was already a cloudless blue sky!

Time, in the reverse current?!