Nanzhan Buzhou

Datang and Liangzhou boundaries.

Wufeng Mountain, Purple Cloud View.

In the vegetable garden on the mountain behind the Taoist temple, three young Taoist priests are busy fertilizing and watering.

One of them, a handsome Taoist priest of about 20 years old, with a bucket on his shoulder, bent forward with difficulty, panting with exhaustion.

Xu Chong looked at the shabby Taoist robe covered in mud, wiped the palm of his hand that was bleeding from the fall, and secretly shook his head and smiled bitterly: "After I didn't hand over the offering, let me do all the dirty work, if only I could travel back again, even if I went to the construction site to move bricks, it would be better than being angry here......"

Thinking of the crossing three months ago, his expression was extremely complicated.

Originally, he was a programmer on Earth, but one day he fell asleep in front of the computer, and then he crossed over.

Crossing into an ancient otherworld with low immortals and low martial arts, he became a citizen of the Tang Dynasty.

In recent years, due to the continuous natural and man-made disasters, the outcasts and bandits have been everywhere, coupled with the chaos of demons, which has made the entire Tang Dynasty extremely turbulent.

In order to protect the family and defend the country, the practice of martial arts and the cultivation of immortals prevailed in the Tang Dynasty.

From the memories left by his predecessor, it was learned that the original owner of his body was called Xu Chong, the only son of a small landowner surnamed Xu in Liangzhou.

Since he didn't have the talent to read since he was a child, he was very interested in asking immortals.

So his father spent money everywhere to find a relationship, and it took a lot of effort to send him to Ziyun Temple to practice immortal arts with the master Ziyun Zhenren.

I hope that Xu Chong can go down the mountain with immortal skills, and then be employed by the wealthy businessman and wealthy family, and be an idle town house immortal master, in that case, he can also have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime, and be free and rich.

Unexpectedly, there are unforeseen circumstances.

Last winter, a gang of robbers broke into his hometown, killed people, set fire to it, and ransacked it.

In an instant, he became a helpless orphan.

Without the financial support of the cheap father, Xu Chong's life in Ziyunguan was not easy.

Because you have to pay money to practice immortal arts here.

Every year, you have to offer two hundred taels of silver to Ziyunguan, and if you don't have money, the ghost is willing to teach you to cultivate immortals.

In the first four years, his father would go up the mountain at the beginning of each year to make offerings.

But this year has dragged on until now, and three months have passed, and Xu Chong has not handed in the offering.

In addition, after the crossing, for some reason, I have a good appetite every day and eat more than others.

Since the beginning of this month, he has clearly felt that his "master" Ziyun Zhenren has become less and less kind to him.

Especially in recent days.

Every morning in the morning class, meditating and practicing qi, the "master" always blamed and scolded him in front of all the junior brothers, saying that he was not right, that was not right, and after so many years of cultivation, he had not made any progress at all.

It made him depressed.

You must know that just before last month, the master praised him every day in front of all the junior brothers and sisters, praised him for his good understanding and excellent cultivation methods, and asked the junior brothers to learn from him.

Now that the master doesn't want to see him, he can't do anything.

It's better to be angry here than to starve to death outside.

Down?

He can go down the mountain whenever he wants.

The key is that you are an ordinary person, and you don't have a skill, what can you do when you go down the mountain?

In addition, he is now homeless and helpless, and after coming down the mountain, he doesn't know where to go, and he really doesn't even have a way to live.

This is not the peaceful and prosperous era in the country in the previous life, and you can support yourself by wandering outside and picking up rags.

In this ancient otherworld, where demons are chaotic and bandits are rampant.

He was sure that after descending the mountain, he would not survive for more than three days.

Not to mention the demons and beasts, even those extremely hungry homeless people, when they see him wandering alone, they will probably cook him to their stomachs.

Stay here and cultivate immortals?

Fix the coins!

It's been three months since I passed, plus the four years of my predecessor, every day is to sit and practice qi, and I haven't practiced anything else, and every time I get numb legs, I can't stand up.

I couldn't see any cultivation effect at all.

Serious immortal arts, Ziyun Zhenren didn't teach him a single one, and even after staying on the mountain for so many years, he didn't see anyone perform it.

Xu Chong had already begun to wonder, is this Ziyun real person a liar?

It's like some success masters on the earth in the previous life, who specialized in collecting apprentices to cheat on tuition.

Thinking of this, Xu Chong sighed again, feeling that the future was bleak.

What if he's a liar? At least stay in the Taoist temple, and have a shelter from the wind and rain, so that you can live, right?

The two little Taoist priests not far away, seeing that he was standing in place for a long time without moving, couldn't help frowning and said:

"Senior Brother Xu, what are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and fetch water! ”

"Senior brother said just now, if we don't finish watering this land today, we won't have anything to eat at night......

These are two new juniors who have just joined the Taoist temple, and it is estimated that they are also two unlucky ghosts who have been pitted.

Under their urging, Xu Chong could only carry the bucket.

As soon as he walked out of the vegetable field, he saw a yellow-faced Taoist priest walking out of the gate of the back mountain.

Xu Chong hurriedly saluted: "Senior brother! ”

The senior brother looked at him expressionlessly, "The master asked you to go to the main hall to see him." ”

With that, he turned around and left.

Xu Chong was stunned for a moment, hurriedly put down the bucket, and trotted all the way to the main hall of Ziyun Temple.

From a long distance, he clearly saw that the Ziyun real person of the fairy wind Dao bone, holding the dust in his hand, stood proudly under the statue of the Dao Ancestor.

"Master!"

Xu Chong saluted respectfully.

Ziyun Zhenren raised his eyebrows, "Come in." ”

"Yes, master!"

Xu Chong lowered his head, walked into the hall quickly, and bowed down to listen to his lecture.

Ziyun Zhenren glanced at him and suddenly asked, "How long have you been on the mountain?" ”

Xu Chong thought for a while, "If you go back to the master, the apprentice has been on the mountain for four years, three months and fifteen days. ”

"You remember it clearly."

Ziyun Zhenren asked again: "What level of cultivation have you reached in the purple qi technique that this seat has taught you?" ”

Have I cultivated a hairy? Where is there any ghost realm, isn't it all up to you? Xu Chong secretly slandered.

But in order not to be trained, he had to bite the bullet and say: "The apprentice is already ...... I have already felt the qi in the dantian, it should be a little small, right? ”

Ziyun Zhenren nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, since that's the case, you can become a teacher." ”

Out of school? I'm a teacher, what did I learn from you?

Xu Chong was aggrieved in his heart, and hurriedly pretended to cry and said: "Although the apprentice's purple qi technique is slightly successful, the master's Tongtian Immortal Technique is the same as before, and I ask the master to teach the fool more time, in vain...... The apprentice really doesn't want to leave the master......"

"Good apprentice, as a teacher, I don't want you to go down the mountain so quickly, but you and I have the fate of master and apprentice, don't force it."

Speaking of this, Ziyun Zhenren looked at him with a reluctant face and sighed, "Let's go down the mountain tomorrow." ”

After speaking, he took out a shabby ancient book from his sleeve and threw it directly in front of Xu Chong.

"This book of sprinkling beans into soldiers is my Ziyun Guanzhen Mountain Immortal Technique, and I will teach it to you today. After you go down the mountain, remember to study hard every day and practice seriously. ”

Xu Chong looked down at the dilapidated ancient book in front of him, dark yellow and black, and it was damp, the ancient cover was gone, and on the damaged home page, several ancient seals were faintly visible: sprinkling beans into soldiers

The pages in the back of the book are almost glued together, and the handwriting is blurry and miserable.

It's obviously a waste book at the bottom of the table, and this old thing also lied to him that it was Zhenshan Immortal, and he really took people for fools.

You must know that in the library of the Ziyun Taoist Temple, there are hundreds of newly printed Ziyun Sutras, and this old thing deliberately sent him away with a broken book, and he refused to give him even a book with clear handwriting.

Seeing this scene, he wanted to cry without tears, "Master, the apprentice really doesn't want to leave the master so quickly, without the master's training, I'm afraid that the apprentice won't be able to understand this immortal technique." ”

Hearing this, Ziyun Zhenren said in a dignified manner: "Cultivating immortals and cultivating the Tao is about a comprehension, and it is about chance. ”

"If you have the understanding, sooner or later you will be able to read this book. If the immortal skill fails to be successful, it proves that you have not yet arrived. ”

Speaking of this, Ziyun Zhenren put his hands behind his back, turned around slowly, and said in an ethereal tone: "If everyone can teach, wouldn't this world be full of immortals?" ”

"Master, I'm ......"

Xu Chong was speechless for a moment, thinking that what this old liar said was so reasonable, I was speechless.

He lay on the ground, his brain racing, thinking about how he could stay.

All of a sudden.

I saw Ziyun Zhenren's sleeve robe waved, and sighed gloomily: "Idiot, go down the mountain, the teacher has leaked too many heavenly opportunities for you today, but I am afraid that I have damaged Yangshou and will be punished by heaven." But you don't have to feel guilty, after going down the mountain this time, remember to cultivate well, and don't insult the reputation of my Wufeng Mountain. ”

Guilt?

I'm guilty of!

You old liar, what did you just leak? Point it out to me?

The ...... of the grass mud horse If you want to drive Lao Tzu down the mountain, just say it.

Xu Chong was about to die of grievance, but the matter had come to this point, and he could only go down the mountain.

…………

Early the next morning.

Xu Chong packed up his things, took off his robe, changed into a common costume, and then walked out of the gate of the Taoist temple with a simple bag on his back.

At this time, it is the end of spring and the beginning of summer, although the mountain is not as cold and windy as before, but in the face of the morning fog that fills the mountain, it is still a little cold.

Standing dejectedly outside the mountain gate.

Looking at the rugged mountain road shrouded in dense fog in front of him, Xu Chong was in a very low mood, and he felt that his future life would be like this obscure mountain road, without any light at all.

With a secret sigh, he barely bothered himself and walked down the mountain.

As the sun slowly rose, dispelling the morning mist in the mountains and forests, Xu Chong walked on the forest path, and his vision gradually became clearer.

From the morning to now, it took almost three hours.

Now I have only walked halfway up the mountain, and I guess I will walk to the foot of the mountain, at least in the afternoon.

Xu Chong was a little depressed, he couldn't understand this purple cloud view, why did it have to be built on the top of the mountain?

If you build a courtyard near the plain of the town, won't you also be able to collect money from gangsters?

Don't bring such a toss!

Lao Tzu paid eight hundred taels of silver for the offering, and worked as a handyman for Ziyun Guanbai for more than four years, but when he left the school and went down the mountain, he only gave four steamed buns?

I am an immortal, blacker than a capitalist!

Halfway up the mountain, there is a clearing on which a low pavilion is built for those who go up and down the mountain to rest.

Xu Chong hiked for several hours and was already hungry, so he entered the low pavilion to rest and eat a steamed bun by the way.

opened the small cloth bag in the backpack, which contained four steamed buns, as well as the broken ancient book: Scattering Beans to Become a Soldier

He only had steamed buns in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "Save some food, eat two today, eat two tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow...... Starve to death. ”

Holding the tasteless thick steamed buns, Xu Chong took a big bite and ate them.

Idle and bored, I took out the broken book and flipped through it, there were some ghost drawings, and there were many places that were still incomplete, and it was a waste book at all.

This Ziyun real person is really a liar.

Eight hundred taels of silver in exchange for a scrap book at the bottom of the table.

Thinking of this, Xu Chong sighed secretly, and prepared to put the book in his backpack and keep it for wiping his butt on the road.

The wound on the palm of his hand was aching again, and it was estimated that it was cracked.

This was scratched by falling on a stone while carrying water yesterday.

Xu Chong picked up his palm and looked at it, and found that the wound began to spill blood again.

It had to be wiped clean, and he didn't want to stain the clean clothes he had just changed.

There happened to be a damp broken book, and I tore a few pages directly.

Thinking of this, Xu Chong held half a steamed bun in his mouth, and then used his injured right hand to hold down the broken book, and his left hand began to tear the broken pages.

Soon, the blood spilling from his wound was stained with the torn book.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that this book is spreading beans into soldiers, and it seems to be faintly emitting a halo.

All of a sudden.

Something weird has happened!

I saw that this broken ancient book suddenly turned into a streamer of light and shot into his forehead.

In the hands of the watcher, it is empty.

Where else are there any ancient books on sprinkling beans into soldiers?