Chapter Seventy-One: The Akamatsu Temple
After a night, everything seemed to have not changed in the slightest, but when the people passing through the Langya Mountain saw that the wolf's teeth that used to stand had collapsed at this time. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the huge roar at night was mentioned, and everyone's hearts were frightened, and there was a trace of yearning: "This is the magic power of the immortals, opening mountains and breaking mountains, intercepting rivers and streams, and it is really not comparable to mortals." β
In the following time, the blood wolf did not appear in Jinhua, and everyone in the city vaguely understood in their hearts that the roar of that night was a loud noise caused by someone subduing this demon and fighting. Perhaps because of the gratitude in my heart, or a trace of yearning for the immortals, a small temple appeared on the collapsed Langya Mountain, with a faint incense and popularity.
However, all this did not have the slightest impact on Liu Boqin at this time, and he left from Jinhua City at night, and then there was no intention of returning.
Chisong Temple is a small Taoist temple, there was no popularity in the past, and naturally it is not a Taoist temple that makes people burn incense and beg for blessings and sign for others, this is the place where Chisong Taoist people cultivate. Because of the existence of the formation, it is covered by a thick white fog all the year round, and mortals are not allowed to enter, and they do not think they are contaminated with red dust and turbidity.
On that day, a red sun hung in the sky, and the warm sunlight fell, enveloping the red pine temple in the middle, and the thick white mist had no ability to block it in the slightest, and the Dao Guanghua pierced it like a sharp sword.
In the pine view, a red pine stands tall, and the straight pine needles, like red crystal carvings, appear crystal clear in the sunlight, and the wisps of fine light not only flash. On the thick trunk, the thick bark has experienced many wind and rain, and the mottled bark has a red color, like ancient dragon scales.
"Senior, please!" Under the shade of the red pine, Liu Boqin and the three of them sat cross-legged on the ground, and with the words of the old master of the red pine, a strong aroma of wine spread under the red pine.
With a faint smile on his face, Liu Boqin lifted the wine glass in front of the qi machine, took a sip, and praised it: "Good wine, your red pine view is also a blessed land, although this red pine is not as old as the red pine sword, but it is also a rare spiritual tree, this wine is supposed to be made by picking the dew of the rising sun on this red pine!"
"The seniors praised it, but I don't know how the seniors knew that this wine was made by the younger generations picking red pine morning dew?" Hearing Liu Boqin's words, the old Taoist of Chisong showed joy on his face, this wine is his proud work, and he was naturally happy at this time when he was appreciated by Liu Boqin, a person who has cultivated to a high level.
Seeing through Liu Boqin at a glance, there was also a slight doubt in his heart, seeing that Liu Boqin had a smile on his face at this time, Chi Song didn't think much about it, so he naturally asked. As for Xuanqiu on the side, after hearing Liu Boqin's words, after taking a sip, he looked at him with both eyes, and wanted to hear what Liu Boqin would say.
"Although the red pine is a spiritual tree, it is a fire genus. The day is yang, the night is yin, the red pine absorbs the essence of the great sun under the irradiation of the daytime sun, and as the night falls, the essence of the great day absorbed during the day is moved by the red pine under the traction of the moonlight, yin and yang are intertwined, absorbing the aura and forming the morning dewγ»γ»γ»γ»γ»"
As he spoke, Liu Boqin raised the wine glass in front of him again, took a sip, as if he was slowly savoring, and then continued: "The wine made from such morning dew naturally has the fragrance of red pine, and there is also a hint of heat and cold, which is really a rare and good wine. It's just that this kind of wine can be drunk by mortals to strengthen the body, but for us it is only a desire for the stomach. If you indulge in it, I'm afraid it will hinder your cultivation!"
"The seniors are high, just the old way I like this mouthful, hundreds of years of habits, I'm afraid I can't change it. After saying that, Chisong Lao Dao suddenly laughed, lifted the wine glass in front of him, and dried it up, reminiscing about the smell, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
The three of them sat in the shade of the red pine tree, the breeze was gently blowing, as for what the wine was, the three of them no longer talked about it, as if they had forgotten him, but some of the insights on cultivation were interconnected, and the voices of the three of them echoed in this red pine view, there was no golden lotus falling wildly, and there was no purple qi in the sky, but there was also a trace of the ethereal and comfortable cultivation of immortals.
A cool breeze gently blew through, and Liu Boqin suddenly felt a trace of coolness coming, and a wisp of different color appeared in his eyes. Looking up, it is the middle of the day at this time, and it is the most vigorous time of the day, but there is a trace of coolness at this time, but I am afraid that a trace of coolness is not simple!
Liu Boqin's body was surging, the divine light in his eyes suddenly soared, his eyes looked around, and he saw everything clearly in his eyes, looking for the place where the coolness came from, only to see that on the towering red pine, a red column of hot air rose from the ground, and the sunlight in the air was under its traction, and the blazing yang fire did not enter it, but it did not show a trace of abnormality.
If it's just like this, there's nothing wrong with it, but in the red pillar of light, a wisp of black gas is coiled in the pillar of light like a poisonous snake, and the trace is emitted from this black gas, even if it is the heat of noon at this time, it can't be suppressed, and there is still a trace of chill coming out of the red pine.
Look at its anger, and know its cause. Seeing this wisp of black gas, Liu Boqin already knew that this red pine had a secret, if it weren't for that wisp of cold, he wouldn't be able to perceive it at this time, if ordinary people just regarded it as a wisp of cool breeze, there was no doubt in his heart.
When he was young, the body of the great sun in space moved slightly, and the brilliance that hung straight down had shifted slightly, and Liu Boqin, who opened his eyes, suddenly saw that a trace of black qi entangled like a poisonous snake slowly disappeared at this time, and there was no trace, but the qi that appeared in the red pine had a trace of dimness.
A trace of thought flashed in his mind, and a clear expression floated. Although that wisp of black qi is thin, it is fighting against the naked qi every day, and at noon every day, the red pine's qi is the most huge, and the struggle between the two is also the most intense, and in the waves, there is a trace of chill pouring out.
With the passage of time, there will eventually be a day when this red pine will wither, and the black gas will be sealed out of it, but what the scene will be at that time is not something that Liu Boqin can know.
Liu Boqin, who saw this scene, his face remained unchanged, and he still drank freely with Chisong Lao Dao and Xuanqiu, without the slightest intention of breaking it. Chi Song has been here for a hundred years, and he knows more about the secrets than Liu Boqin, so why should he say more.