There is no nail in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year.

Autumn has gone to winter, and before you know it, more than a year has passed.

On Taicang Mountain, in the Danwang Cave, in the ink rain pool.

Bai Cheng slowly opened his eyes, propped his hands on, stood up from the ink rain pool, let out a long breath, and quietly looked at the pitch-black stone walls around him.

The medicinal soup in the ink rain pool was still so cold and astringent, but Bai Cheng had long been used to it, no matter who he was, if he could lie in this pool for a year without interruption, he would get used to it.

According to legend, the Danwang Cave is the place where the ancient qi practitioners made alchemy, and the Moyu Pool is the core of the Danwang Cave. The ink rain pool was originally the extreme yin crypt of Taicang Mountain, where the earthly qi in the mountains flowed along the mountain range and finally swallowed here.

After the ancient qi practitioners found this crypt, they dug a cave here according to local conditions to gather the earth's qi in the cave. After the earth qi gathers, it condenses into drops of black dew, day and night, dripping into this crypt, just like ink rain, so this crypt is named Ink Rain Pool.

This black dew looks like water, but it's actually still earthy. Lying in it, it feels the same as being in the water, but it doesn't affect breathing, which is really wonderful. In addition, if this kind of black dew is opened for alchemy, it can improve the quality of the elixir, if it is drunk daily, it can prevent all diseases, and the body is healthy, and the injured person soaks in it, it can moisturize the muscles and veins, and speed up the recovery of injuries.

For more than a year, Bai Cheng had to soak in this pool for an hour every day, and in addition to the black dew in the pool, various rare medicinal materials were also invested, and the medicinal power was integrated into the earth's qi, adding three points of effect. Now his physical injuries have long recovered, but his qi and blood are still weak, and he can't run at will, and his physical strength is only comparable to that of ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts.

Getting up from the pool, Bai Cheng found a dry cloth, dried himself, walked out of the Danwang Cave in a few steps, and came to the outside of the cave door.

Outside the cave there was a trail that stretched down the mountain, and Bai Cheng walked along the rugged mountain road for about a quarter of an hour, turning two more bends before he came to a small lake.

This lake is formed by the accumulation of mountain spring water on Taicang Mountain, not only is it extremely clear, you can see the bottom at a glance, and it is located in Shanyin, all year round, calm and waveless, like a mirror, Baicheng gives it a name called Xiaojing Lake.

Next to the small lake, there are two thatched houses, both built by the hands of the master, although the style is simple, but it is resistant to cold and wind.

Speaking of this master, Bai Cheng couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, after apprenticing that day, he and his master lived in Taicang Mountain for more than a year, until now, he only knew that this master's surname was Fang Mingyin, as for the origin of the background, he didn't know anything, he even suspected that even the name "Fang Yin" was just a pseudonym.

When he came to Xiaojing Lake, Bai Cheng saw Fang Yin at a glance, he was half-lying and half-lying, on the grass by the lake, there was a lot of wine and meat beside him, but it seemed that he had almost eaten, leaving only some leftovers and cold burning.

Bai Cheng came to the front a few steps and said with a smile: "Your old man didn't call me today, and opened the meat yourself?"

Fang Yin rolled his eyes and said, "My old man ran hundreds of miles to buy this bit of food, and it's good to be able to leave some for you." ”

Bai Cheng bent down and sat down, grabbed a piece of cooked beef, put it in his mouth and chewed it, after eating, he felt that it was not enjoyable, and reached out and grabbed a few large pieces, and after eating, he reached out again, but he went to grab the wine bottle.

With a "snort", an invisible energy slashed across and hit Bai Cheng's wrist.

Although the strength was only lightly hit, Bai Cheng's body couldn't help but tremble violently, lying on the ground, his head was covered with cold sweat, his teeth were rattling, and after a while, he stopped the abnormality, gasped and said: "The disciple is injured now, and it is already very difficult, and your old man can bear to take action." ”

Fang Yin glared at him and said, "Knowing that it's hard to dare to drink, is it really dead?"

Bai Cheng smiled bitterly and said, "When the disciple saw the wine, he forgot it for a while. ”

Fang Yin looked at him and said, "You were too seriously injured that day, your muscles and bones were broken, if you want to heal your injuries, the pain of regeneration of your muscles and bones is inevitable." How do these **** feel?"

Bai Cheng said: "In the past year, the disciple has felt that there is no pain in all parts of his body, and until recent days, in addition to the pain, it is even more sore and uncomfortable. ”

Fang Yin pondered for a moment and said, "Not bad!"

Bai Cheng screamed and said, "How can this be considered good?"

Fang Yin said: "If there is soreness and itching, it means that the muscles and veins have begun to contact, and it may not take many days to recover as before." ”

Bai Cheng's eyes flashed, showing joy, and asked, "What does Master mean?"

Fang Yin sighed lightly and said: "You don't think much, it's just to recover from your injuries, as for this ability, alas, your mind was too injured that day, and now you can't say that you can't perform the Dao Method, even if you can't command your qi and blood, if you want to recover, unless, alas, how can it be possible?"

Fang Yin talked about his martial arts and Taoism in the past, and said that there was no chance to recover, but today's tone suddenly loosened.

Bai Cheng couldn't help but be excited, and asked, "Unless what?"

Fang Yin said: "Unless you can heal the wounds of the mind, but this is not easy, only the Northern Buddhism in the world can heal the wounds of the mind." ”

When Bai Cheng heard this, not only was he not in a hurry, but he relaxed and said, "Master has been walking the world for many years, and he wants to make friends in the Northern Buddhism?"

Fang Yin sneered and said, "I don't have friends, so I have some friends, but they are all dry bones in the grave." ”

Bai Cheng still didn't give up, and asked, "Their juniors may buy a face from Master." ”

Fang Yin glared at him again and said, "If they can survive, they will only fight with me, and they will never help me save people." Do you think their juniors will sell me face?"

Bai Cheng stopped talking, and after a while, he asked again, "If the disciple tries to find a way to go to the door for help?"

Fang Yin waved his hand and said, "Don't think of a way anymore, let's be honest, unless the three great Venerables of your Buddhism join forces today, and one of them is desperate for his life, there is no hope of healing." What can you do to make Venerable Buddha Sect disregard his life?"

Bai Cheng was silent, lying on the ground again, and did not speak again.

Fang Yin Xu felt that today's blow was too much, and he was also a little ashamed in his heart, and said, "Actually, there is another way. ”

Bai Cheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned his head to look at him.

Fang Yin didn't look at him, and said, "Legend has it that among the Northern Buddhism, there is also a relic of the Arhat Venerable, if you can get this relic, maybe there is a way to think about it." ”

Bai Cheng hurriedly asked, "I don't know where this relic is?"

Fang Yin said: "The White Horse Temple, which was originally in the Central Plains, is said to have been privately hidden by the bald donkey of Jingxu, and now it is the treasure of Donglin Temple. ”

Bai Cheng asked leisurely: "Master, the bald donkey that your old man said is the Pure Void Venerable of the White Lotus Sect and the head of the three great monks of the Northern Buddhism Sect?"

Fang Yin nodded slightly.

Bai Cheng lay there, didn't speak again, and after a while, he said: "Your old man, let's tell me about "Mai Physiognomy" again, I think there is a great future in learning this physiognomy method." ”