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"Sit peacefully, relax and be natural. The lips and teeth are lightly closed, the breathing is slow, the hands must be firm, the eyes must be inward-looking, and the spiritual light is gathered to reach the heart of heaven. Enter the mud pill and descend to the air pocket, which is continuous and not used diligently. The dantian qi is warm, the kidneys are like soup decoction, the qi is pulsed, and the qigong is full ......"

Reciting the above mantra silently, Fu Lou sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced for a night, without feeling even a trace of aura, nor did he feel even a little bit of aura.

Fu Lou couldn't help but feel a little deflated, he couldn't even sense the slightest aura, how could he continue to cultivate?

It's no wonder that Qin Yan and the others don't have hope for their future cultivation achievements, no wonder the elders are reluctant to accept them as inner disciples, if it weren't for the need for a chorre in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, maybe they would have really been sent down the mountain.

Fu Lou slowly opened his eyes, with a worried look on his face, what he was worried about now was not only whether he could succeed in building a foundation in the limited longevity, but whether he could succeed in refining qi.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, if you can't do the first step of refining qi, then ......" Fu Lou didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Long.

"No matter what, I won't give up! never! No!" Fu Lou muttered, cheering himself up.

At this time, the sky outside the window was already cloudy, and before I knew it, a night was about to pass. Fu Lou remembered his father's generous chest, his mother's delicious food, and his grandfather's earnest teachings, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten again.

"Shh......h Shh......h

After Fu Lou exhaled a few long breaths, he calmed down his ups and downs a little, rubbed his somewhat astringent eyes with his hands, got up and got out of bed, changed into a set of Taoist robes that Feng Gong gave him yesterday, picked up the jade plaque that entered and exited the Tibetan Scripture Building and came to the gate of the courtyard.

Fu Lou followed the method of use that Feng Gong had told him, picked up the front of the jade plaque, that is, the side engraved with the complex formation, and took a look at the center of the door. Suddenly, the jade plaque began to shine, gradually getting brighter and brighter, and finally emitted a five-colored light that pierced through the morning mist and shot towards the door.

Suddenly, the door became brighter and brighter, and in the blink of an eye, an inner door faintly appeared at the door, and Fu Lou could already see the outside scene through this door. So, he walked through the door, walked out of the Tibetan scripture building, and came to the woods not far behind the Tibetan scripture building, practicing the Shaoyang Gong taught by his father to exercise the body. Hey and ha, Fu Lou's mood gradually calmed down, and his heart was firm again.

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The canteen of the Immortal Sect is very large, with more than a hundred tables on the scale, which can accommodate thousands of people to eat at the same time.

This is not like the Scripture Building, where the entire dining hall is made of wood and has only one floor. Each pillar of the dining hall is made of giant trees that two people hug together, and each beam is made of sturdy rosewood.

Yesterday, Feng Gong had already been informed of the location of the Fu Lou Canteen, which was actually not far behind the Zhenwu Hall, just in the middle of the two buildings, the Zangjing Building and the Zhenwu Hall.

After Fu Lou finished his morning exercise, he walked to the dining hall.

Although the canteen is large, there are very few people in the canteen today. The new disciples who entered the mountain with him were not here, could they have other arrangements?

"Maybe I'm here too early. Fu Lou said to himself secretly.

When Fu Lou walked into the canteen, he found that the robe he was wearing was the same as that of the canteen handyman here, the color was the same as sky blue, and the collar was a dark blue round neck, the biggest difference was that they had an apron on their waists that was commonly used by the food workers.

He remembered that the Taoist robe Feng Gong was wearing was gray and white, and the collar was white, but why was what he was wearing different from him?

Fu Lou vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think much about it, and found a seat for himself to sit down.

At this time, most of the monks who ate in the dining hall were also dressed in blue robes, and the style was the same as what Fu Lou was wearing, and the collars were also blue-collar. At this moment, they were all eating together, talking and laughing, but because Fu Lou was sitting far away from him, they didn't hear what was said.

In the dining hall, a few monks in white robes and white-collar collars sat in different positions, and from time to time one or two handymen went up to talk and bring tea and water.

From the time Fu Lou came in to the time he sat down, no one stepped forward to ask him what he wanted to eat. Now that he has been sitting for a long time, no one has come, as if he is a transparent person.

Just when Fu Lou was not sitting or standing, a middle-aged monk in a blue robe and a blue collar came to the door, and I saw that the middle-aged monk went directly to the back hall and brought out a plate of food to find a place to eat.

Seeing this, Fu Lou seemed to understand something, and also got up and walked into the back hall. When passing by the group of blue-collar monks who were eating, a sneer sounded in his ears: "A blue-collar worker still wants others to wait......?

Fu Lou finally understood at this time that the Immortal Sect's clothes were exquisite. Monks of different levels wore different colors, and their own blue robes should be worn by the low-level disciples of the Immortal Sect, that is, the standard clothing of the handymen. It's no wonder that since he entered the dining hall, no one has taken care of himself, and even his own food has to be fetched by himself, and it is impossible for anyone to bring tea and water to him.

"Strength, all because of strength, I am a fledgling little boy, and I am also a registered disciple, how can others take it seriously. Fu Lou said secretly, once again making him soberly realize that he had left his parents at this time, and he had to take care of himself at all times, including food, clothing, housing and transportation.

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After breakfast in the dining hall, Fu Lou returned to the scripture building and began his book sorting and repairing work. After Hong Gong calmly explained the matter to Fu Lou, he returned to his room and did not come out, obviously cultivating against time.

There are a lot of martial arts books on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Building, and there are many martial arts books that are rare in the world, and most of them are advanced exercises. If these exercises are placed in the world, they will cause an uproar, just because many of them are much better than the highest exercises in the worldly sects.

With his extraordinary memory, Fu Lou began to study a large number of various martial arts books, and gradually integrated into the sea of books, calmed in the sea of martial arts knowledge, and then enjoyed it.

The reason why Fu Lou painstakingly studied these books was only because he hoped to find a method that could prolong his life, so that he could have a slightly longer life than ordinary people, so as to make up for the weakness of the spiritual root. If you can find it, you will not only benefit yourself, but you can also take advantage of the rare opportunity to visit your family and leave it for your family to practice. The family is expected to be able to live the life of an ordinary person without illness and pain, health and longevity, and it can be regarded as a filial piety to repay the parenting grace of their parents.

I embarked on the path of cultivating the truth, isolated from the world, and from then on I was a monk, and the opportunity to meet my family was pitiful. Fortunately, before going up the mountain, I heard that my mother has a son again, and in the near future, there will be a new person in front of my parents. I don't know if it's my brother or sister when I meet next time, but I feel warm when I think about it.

After all, Fu Lou is just a ten-year-old child, how can there be a reason to miss home and parents, this is still Fu Lou's precocious mind, otherwise he wouldn't cry and go home noisy.

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