Yellow Mountain, deep in Tiandu Peak.

A small boxy Taoist temple is quietly located in the old forest, the door is closed, and the houses on the left and right are also sealed, and there are no people.

As the owner of the Taoist temple, Yang Xi meditates cross-legged in the main room, holding the Dharma in one hand above his head, while the other hand is placed on his navel and gently floats with his breath.

He breathed very shallowly, but when he inhaled, his stomach was bulging, like an inflated balloon, and it would rise and deflate.

And after he maintained this state for a period of time, a stream of clear qi condensed, drilled into it along the hand he held high, swung through the eight veins of the strange meridians around his body, and then rushed straight into the dantian under his abdomen with the other hand.

After absorbing the clear qi, Yang Xi's face also turned red suddenly, and beads of sweat oozed from the top of his head.

White gas slowly grows on the sideburns.

"He ordered the hall, why can't he still digest the Zhu Guo?"

After a long time, Yang Xi suddenly scolded, directly gave up the sitting position, leaned back, and fell off the futon.

He angrily thumped himself on the stomach, and then spat out a stream of red gas from his mouth.

The red qi condensed but did not disperse, twisted into a line, floating next to Yang Xi's head, swaying with his breathing rate.

"Heh, I really didn't expect that if I live a lifetime again, even a little Zhu Guo can annoy me......"

"Forget it, no matter how small the mosquito is now, it's meat!"

After saying this, Yang Xi suddenly stepped forward, inhaled his mouth, and sucked the red gas into his stomach.

"You still have to be patient, you can't expect to reach the sky in one step......"

With a sigh, Yang Xi turned over, got up from the ground, and then walked out of the main house.

After retreating for a long time, I suddenly saw the sun again, but I accidentally let the sun dazzle.

He suddenly smiled bitterly, "...... It's really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs, but it's just a few days of retreat, but now I can't even stand the daylight. ”

"Sure enough, it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift!"

It was really funny that the earth immortals who stood at the top of the cultivation path back then had to re-cultivate.

Walking into the courtyard dejectedly, Yang Xi made a set of weird-looking punches.

"Fortunately, the usefulness of this channeling technique is quite large, otherwise I would really be angry and die again!"

Feeling the spiritual power in his body running slowly with the fist technique, Yang Xi was a little happy again.

Thinking that he was a veteran monk in the Sui Dynasty, he was reborn into a small Taoist priest in modern times, and it was already very good to be able to adapt to the environment, and it was true that he could no longer force his cultivation to be promoted to the realm of his previous life in a short period of time.

After all, after hundreds of years of end-of-the-law tribulation, now the aura of heaven and earth has only begun to recover, it is still the early stage, how can it be compared with the heyday of a thousand years ago? Not to mention that after such a long time, what good things have also been ruined, even if Yang Xi is reborn here, doesn't he have to start again?

I remembered that at this time a year ago, Yang Xi's body, whose original name was Wang Dazhi, was still nested in a corner of Huangshan, and he was living a life in the temple of his descendants, and Yang Xi at that time was just a wisp of remnant soul, hiding in the jade plaque, I don't know what night it is.

If it weren't for the revival of the aura that inspired some visions, Wang Dazhi saw it, and then came up with the idea of "grabbing the opportunity and hitting the luck", it would not have made a good person play any "dripping blood to recognize the master", thus waking up the old ghost of Yang Xi who was trapped in the jade plate.

However, robbing people's bodies is not Yang Xi's original intention.

At that time, Wang Dazhi casually dripped blood on things because he didn't understand the situation, and he was about to hang up because he had been pumped out of the semen, and at that time, Yang Xi finally came out of the jade card, which was the end of the tree, and a gust of wind could blow him away.

Therefore, he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only integrate into Wang Dazhi's body in order to save his life.

After that, Wang Dazhi's soul was also swallowed by him, so that Yang Xi, a thousand-year-old ghost, could know what time it was.

So, don't read any weird novels, no, don't you think you're stupid?

Do you really think you are the protagonist of Destiny?

Yang Xi, who fused the memories of the original owner, sighed.

Like Yang Xi now, every Zhu Guo is eaten carefully, this is what a poor family should do!

After fusing the memory of this ontology, Yang Xi also realized the great difference in today's world, and it was just in time for the revival of the aura, so Yang Xi's mind was active with the old soul's ambition.

He didn't think that there was any causal debt between himself and the original body, and he didn't care about any descendant temple, so he directly packed the things he needed, drilled into the Yellow Mountain, and started his monastic career again.

But he didn't do this for nothing, the geographical location of the grandson temple was originally very bad, and the tourist route didn't pass there, but he was still in a "populated" place, and if he made some movement, it would still attract some attention.

Yang Xi, who was forced to retrain his number, did not dare to face to face with the state violence organization before he was well developed, thinking that staying in place would be a hard life, and it would be a hard life to go deep into the mountains...... At least you can move freely and enjoy some good things to yourself.

What is there without a water and electricity network, it is completely acceptable for Yang Xi, an ancient old ghost!

What's more, Yang Xi had also cultivated in Huangshan in his previous life, and the small Taoist temple back then was also quite strong under the protection of the formation, although the later formation failed, it could be cleaned up......

Hey, it's done!

So he made up his mind, and Yang Xi cultivated some spiritual power to ensure that he could survive in the wild in the mountains, so he dragged the cart and moved.

No way...... Now that there is a shortage of cultivation materials, I still have to rely on ordinary people's food to fill my stomach!

Yang Xi practiced the guidance technique several times, and the sweat all over his body evaporated into white gas, then he stopped his movements, took a deep breath, and waited until his lower abdomen swelled to the limit before he spit it out - a puff of white smoke shot out from his mouth like a bow and arrow, and it also made a sound of breaking the air.

"Yes, Zhu Guo digested it a little more. ”

He walked to the small well in the courtyard, put down the bucket and began to draw water.

This well is also the same as this small Taoist temple, which belongs to the legacy of Yang Xi's previous life, and the source of the well water is an underground dark river, which is still the same and drinkable after more than a thousand years.

It's just a pity that the Spirit Gathering Array that was previously carved at the wellhead has been invalid for hundreds of years, and now Yang Xi has to rearrange it, which is a bitter thing for Old Ghost Yang.

He didn't have much spiritual energy in his own savings, so how could he still engage in this thing? However, the planned cultivation of Dao fields and spiritual fruits all need water containing spiritual energy to water them......

Under the pressure of reality, Yang Xi had no choice but to bite the bullet and draw a simple spirit gathering talisman on the bucket, and "charge" the bucket when he wanted to fetch water, so that the water in the bucket could be infused with a little spiritual power.

Although there is still very little aura in the water at this stage, it is better than nothing!

Scooped up a scoop of water and took a sip of it, Yang Xi thought.

After punching and drinking water, according to the usual practice, Yang Xi should now go to farming.

Sticking a small hoe on his waist and picking up the fish basket, Yang Xi pushed open the gate of the Taoist temple and marched somewhere in the mountain.

Not far from the small Taoist temple, there is just a waterfall three or four meters high, there is a river and a pool next to it, and the light and heat are also sufficient.

Although the achievements that can be achieved by cultivating the Tao are high, the energy spent is really not small, and it is okay to use food to satisfy the appetite of the mouth, but if you want to make up for the consumption in the monk's body, you still have to rely on those things that contain aura.

Came to Huangshan to retreat for nearly a year, thanks to the birth array arranged by Yang Xi, the rice and cabbage planted there have grown two stubbles, Yang Xi estimates, when the seeds come out this time, as long as he harvests again, he will be able to eat food made of spiritual rice.

After more than a year of hard work, I finally have to keep the clouds open and see the moon.