As soon as he said, the mother mountain ghost went out to hunt.

"Ho-ho. The little mountain ghost quietly grabbed Mo Yan and motioned to follow him.

Puzzled, Mo slowly climbed up the rock crevice of the cliff behind it, the higher it got, the steeper it became, and finally dragged the ancient vine to a stone platform halfway up the cliff.

There was a small cave more than a man high in the stone wall behind the platform, and they got into it.

"Ho-ho. The little mountain ghost pointed to a pile of debris on the ground.

It is a cave that was once inhabited, and it is strewn with several clay pots, fire sickles, bowls and spoons and other household items, all of which are covered with a thick layer of dust. Under the innermost stone wall, there is a pair of shabby clothes lying flat on the ground, flat scarves, and wide sleeves of coarse cloth robes.

Mo Yan squatted down, and suddenly saw that there was a complete human skin as thin as a piece of paper in the crown of the clothes! It was shriveled and yellowish-brown, and the five features such as the mouth, nose, eyes, and ears were clearly distinguishable, and the flesh and bones were missing......

It was so weird that Mo Yan was surprised. His eyes fell on the stone wall, and when he saw the inscription on it, he leaned in to take a closer look. The wall text is a book, vigorous and simple, and it is three points into the stone.

Life in the world is like a dream bubble, a hundred years, in an instant. As soon as impermanence arrives, even if there is a mountain of gold and silver, you can't buy a surname. Filial sons and grandsons can't share sorrows. Life changes muscles and bones in 60 years, and at that time, the organs decay, even if they can be extended for several more years, they are like half-dead people, and they have no interest in life. ”

When Mo Yan saw this, he sighed, and he was right.

"Therefore, before the immortality, cultivate the truth to protect yourself. The path of cultivating the truth is the most difficult thing in the world, and it is no wonder that there are so many people who practice qi and cultivate the Tao like a cow's hair, and they are like a horn in the Tao. Those who devoted themselves to the monks and nuns at an early age have seen those who have achieved positive results. Sitting quietly for decades, silently reciting ten thousand scriptures, stubbornly sitting, and having an attic in the air are really misleading. ”

Mo Yan continued to read with interest.

"Releasing the seal, pinching the way, and reciting the mantra really inspires the ghosts and gods? How is it different from beating the chest and slapping the feet, breaking the mouth and insulting? The world is illusory, all of them kowtow and burn incense, bow and worship, sit and meditate, and burn the dry pot, and do not realize until death, which is sad and lamentable. The golden body of the palace is nothing more than a clay sculpture ear. The ancient beast faced the human heart, and now the human face and the animal heart can be seen in general. ”

When Mo Yan saw this, he couldn't help but be stunned, the person who left the words on the wall degraded the monks and Taoists to nothing, and his words were simply shocking.

"All things have a spirit, and they come to pass through time. However, in ancient times, he was 30 years old and had a flower nail, and now he is 60 years old, and his life is short, so how can he cultivate the right fruit? ”

"The door of birth, the household of death, life and death, death and death. Male male essence, female pregnant**, sperm gives birth to children, and the essence returns to the earth. At the beginning of mortals, the true element is one, the infant spirit is not gathered, and the life span is scattered. Those who cultivate the truth are retrograde, and they are born in the holy womb. The place with the pulse, the way without the pulse. Ren Governor's spirit is endless, which is the image of the river car. As a furnace, the heart is the tripod, the medicine is collected and returned to the pot, and the relics are passed. After the womb, when the infant is not yet sophisticated, can not travel far, with the release of the collection, so that can give up this body, leisurely, the shape of the body to the famous mountains and rivers and immortals. ”

The latter sentence is obscure and unreasonable, and there is also a diagram of the meridians of the human body engraved with a diagram of the movement of the human body, although the lines are messy, but you can also see it clearly.

Mo Yan lowered his head and searched carefully, and found a tile altar in the dust, which contained white crystal particles, took out one and licked it with his tongue, and was immediately overjoyed, it turned out to be a whole half of the altar of salt.

That night, Mo Yan stewed wild boar meat in a crockpot in the cave, and finally carefully sprinkled a pinch of salt into it.

The mother mountain ghost stretched out his finger and tasted it, and was dumbfounded, and then picked up Mo Yan and jumped up, very surprised. Seeing this, the little mountain ghost scooped up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and immediately screamed "ho-ho", they had never known that food could be so delicious.

At night, Mo Yan lay next to the little mountain ghost, recalling the handwriting on the stone wall of the cave, and couldn't sleep for a long time. Yes, those elderly monks in Gantong Temple, who have been accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green lantern for a long time, sat in meditation and chanted the scriptures, but in the end they did not die of illness, and the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple are probably the same, and they are no different from the hunters in Mojiayi. Although the person on the wall is harsh, it is not unreasonable, life is only a few decades, if you can learn something to cultivate the truth, you don't say it, anyway, you are already trapped here, even if it is to kill time.

For the rest of the day, every morning he climbed up to the cave and meditated on the meaning of the inscriptions on the wall. After looking at it for a long time, I still didn't understand it, so I turned to observe the human meridian map.

The arrows in the picture point to the same as the Qi practice steps in Mr. Mu's "Mu's Ventriloquism", which are all retrograde breathing. The book requires pronunciation when inhaling, which is the opposite of ordinary people, and the wall map indicates that the chest is collapsed and the inhalation is convex, which is what I did when practicing ventriloquism. During the year of his apprenticeship at Bashan Medical Center, he also had a general understanding of the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body, so he was able to identify the path of finding the pulse and qi on the map.

Mo Qian meditated cross-legged and began to breathe and practice qi as shown in the picture, but after a few hours, he still didn't notice any qi or abnormality in the dantian. He stood up, stretched, saw that it was getting late, and climbed down the cliff. After a few days, the dantian was still empty, without the slightest progress.

Alas, the path of cultivation is indeed a difficult thing, and I am afraid that I am not that material.

When the autumn wind rises, the leaves seem to turn yellow overnight, and when you stand in front of the cliff and look at it, the vast forest sea is green and yellow, and the layers are distinct.

Mo Yan still decided to leave here, but how to avoid those man-eating beasts in the forest, after thinking about it, there was only one way to use the mother mountain ghost.

On the grass in front of the cave, the little mountain ghost was playing there, and Mo Yan pulled a few green grasses and came to his side.

"Ho-ho. Mo Yan called out twice, and after a long time, he was able to recognize the emotional meaning expressed by the change in intonation from the single pronunciation.

The little mountain ghost happily asked Mo to play with him.

Mo Yan shook his head, raised the weed in his hand, pointed to the little mountain ghost's injured leg that had healed, and then stretched out his arm into the distance, signaling that he wanted to go to the mountains to collect medicine.

The little mountain ghost looked at him suspiciously, and it took a long time to finally understand what Mo Yan meant, so he ran to the cave and dragged the mother mountain ghost out.

"Ho-ho, ho-ho. "The little mountain ghost seems to be explaining something.

"Ho-ho. The mother mountain ghost couldn't stand his entanglement, and finally agreed.

The next morning, the mother mountain ghost picked up the little mountain ghost and Mo Remnant with both hands, and ran to the depths of the dense forest. Mo Yan deliberately carried the fire sickle and the white bear golden gall close to him, in case there was a chance to escape, there was no fire in the forest and it would not be able to survive the night.

In autumn, the forest is dotted with fruits of different colors in the canopy, the breeze blows, and a few fallen leaves fall from time to time, and the little squirrels are looking for food for the winter in the dead leaves, and the forest looks quiet and peaceful.

On the edge of a turquoise pool, the mother mountain ghost suddenly stopped and gently put down Mo Yan and the little mountain ghost.

In the bushes on the shore, there was a sound of rustling, Mo Yan looked up and saw a golden retriever and a blue-faced female monkey holding a young monkey drinking water by the pool.

The mother mountain ghost was a little disappointed, and since eating wild boar, she had almost lost interest in other beasts.

At this moment, a huge yellow-brown figure jumped out of the pool, bit the young monkey's neck and dragged it into the water. Seeing this, the female monkey did not let go, and struggled to fight back, and the two sides were at a stalemate for a while.

Mo Yan was taken aback, it was mentioned in the "Absolute Pulse Strategy" that there is a huge turtle in the Shennongjia Daze Serval, and there is a tumor-like growth on the back of the neck, so it is called "Leper Head Turtle", and its turtle armor taste is salty into the kidney meridian, which is one of the real medicines to cure the bullet stone veins in the seven absolute veins. As the saying goes, "the thousand-year-old king is 80,000 years old", I don't know how old this turtle can be, and it must be hundreds of years old to see its old dragon bell.

Mo Yan pulled out the dagger from his waist and pounced forward, forcefully inserting it into the long back of the neck of the leper turtle. The turtle was in unbearable pain, opened its mouth and let go of the little monkey, turned its head and shook its forelimbs and swept Mo Yan into the water with one palm.

Seeing this, the mother mountain ghost was furious, jumped into the air, grabbed the leper with both hands and threw it several feet away, and fell heavily to the ground.

Mo Yan crawled back to the shore with a roll, this time the injury was not light, there was a large area of bruise in the lower abdomen, and there was a faint pain in the Qi Sea Cave.

The turtle struggled to turn over with its back facing the sky, but Mo Yan hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the dagger with both hands and turned it hard, cutting off its head, and a stream of blood spurted out.

The blue-faced female monkey by the pond glanced at Mo Yan gratefully, and then picked up the little monkey and walked up the tree.

This leprosy turtle looks like it is about three hundred catties, and the belly spot annual rings have been worn out and blurred due to age, but Mo Yan still counted them carefully, and it is estimated that there are seven or eight hundred circles, indicating that it is at least seven or eight hundred years old.

"Ho-ho. Mo Yan signaled that he could go back, and at the same time pointed to the corpse of the leper turtle, wanting to take it with him.

The mother mountain ghost is really powerful, more than 300 pounds of leper head turtle with one hand to pick up and clamp under the armpit, the other hand to pick up the remnants, the little mountain ghost rode on the back of its neck, all the way back to the cave.

Mo endured the pain, removed the turtle plate on the back of the leper turtle, and stewed the rest of the turtle meat in a clay pot to eat.

After the turtle armor was dried, there were still more than ten catties of weight, and Mo Remnant first knocked it into fine pieces with a stone according to his method of concocting the turtle armor in the infirmary, and then put it into a clay pot to dry and grind it into powder, making a scorching turtle armor, filled with a full jar, which is the real medicine for the treatment of the kidney of the bullet stone vein.

The blow of the leper turtle caused blood stasis in Mo Xuan's abdomen and the blockage of the qi sea, he thought that the turtle armor could have the effect of softening and dispersing knots and breaking the stasis through the meridians, and he didn't know if this turtle armor had the same effect. The turtle is just a soft-shelled turtle in the pond, and the leper turtle is the real medicine in the Osawa serval, so you may be able to give it a try.

He scooped a bowl of mountain spring water, sprinkled some of the powder of the scorching turtle armor and stirred it well, and then drank it in one gulp. After a while, I felt a fever in my lower abdomen, and the pain was significantly reduced, and it really worked. After taking it for several days, the blood congestion dissipated, and there was no blockage in Ren's pulse, and he even felt a sense of fullness in the dantian.

The little mountain ghost found that Mo Yan was secretly drinking those black powders, so he also reached out and dipped some in the jar to taste it, but it was very unpalatable, so he never touched it again.

While recuperating in his body, Mo Yan was still thinking about how to leave, originally planning that the mother mountain ghost could take him close to the edge of Shennongjia, so that he could find a chance to slip away, but now it seems that it is not possible for the time being.

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