After a full quarter of an hour, Lin Xiao finally digested the wisp of Yin essence. There were a few more faint wisps of true qi in his body, his muscles squirmed, and a trace of viscous ink-like stinking sweat seeped out of his body, Lin Xiao's face twitched, and he hurriedly ran to the bathroom, and hurriedly turned on the faucet to rinse his body.

The water spurting out of the faucet was also mixed with a large number of ingredients that made Lin Xiao feel uncomfortable. But this 'clear water' is at least better than the disgusting black sweat on his body. Lin Xiao frowned and took a hasty bath, and wiped his skin red with both hands, but he didn't dare to touch the bath gel and other things brought by the bald fat man. These sanitary products made with a method that Lin Xiao can't understand (modern chemical technology), the smell in them is completely opposite to the natural breath, which really makes Lin Xiao dare not comprehend.

It was easy to rinse his body 'clean', Lin Xiao's body shook violently, shaking the water droplets away from his body, and then he frowned and put on a few sets of shorts and shorts that he bought from a roadside stall on the way back. There was also a pungent smell on these clothes, a smell that made Lin Xiao's skin feel stinging, but Lin Xiao couldn't help but wear clothes, and in this situation, he couldn't find fault with it.

Lin Xiao had just done his evening class, and he couldn't rest at all because he was so energetic, and he couldn't sleep peacefully in such a bad air. Carefully avoiding the few people lying on the ground, Lin Xiao walked to a bookshelf in the corner of the room and looked at the books stored on the shelf.

There are a lot of books, but the fonts on them are all unknown to Lin Xiao, a kind of text that seems to be his commonly used text but lacks many strokes. Lin Xiao scratched his head in distress, flipped through the bookshelves for a while, and finally found a book written in a font that Lin Xiao could recognize—this kind of font was a font commonly used by ordinary people in the monastic world, and Lin Xiao was naturally familiar with it.

The name of the book is very strange, it is called "Tao Te Ching", a thin book, but Lin Xiao was stunned at the first glance of it, and the black book cover was drawn on it, and a simple abstract Taiji diagram was drawn on it.

Taiji diagram, Lin Xiao has seen it several times, he doesn't understand what this Taiji diagram represents, but he can understand some of the most basic 'truths' from it.

This thin "Tao Te Ching" gave Lin Xiao an inexplicable feeling. Lin Xiao's hands trembled, and he carefully turned the pages.

'The Tao is the way, the very way, the name is famous, the name is not the same. The beginning of the nameless world. The mother of all things. Therefore, there is often no desire to observe the wonder. There is often a desire to observe it. These two have the same name and different names, and they are the same mysteries. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders. ’

'Good is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than the Tao. Dwelling in a good place, a good heart and benevolence, good words and faith, good governance, good things, and good time. The husband is indisputable, so there is no especially. ’

'The avenue is wide, and it can be left and right. All things are born without resignation, and success is not famous. Clothed and nourished all things without being the Lord, often no desire can be called small. All things return to the Lord, and not to the Lord, but they can be called great. It is not self-sufficient in the end, so it can become great. ’

In just a few thousand words, every word hit Lin Xiao's heart.

An ordinary book, but Lin Xiao felt that what he was holding in his hands was not a book, but a mountain that he couldn't bear.

Hot tears flowed from Lin Xiao's eyes, and Lin Xiao fell to his knees weakly, sobbing in a low voice.

"Tao Te Ching", a scripture that has been memorized by countless people on the earth, seems to have opened a window and a new door in front of Lin Xiao's eyes.

Unlike the exercises in the monastic world, where disciples can only follow the footsteps of their predecessors step by step, this "Tao Te Ching" does not describe any specific exercises, but it seems to include the essence of all the monastic exercises in the monastic world! Lin Xiao recited the scriptures silently, only to feel that a fragrant liquid was injected from the heavenly spirit, washing the whole body, the whole body was warm, the heart was bright, and boundless happiness was born from the heart.

If you want to ask Lin Xiao what he has realized from this "Tao Te Ching", he has not realized anything at all now. However, he really came into contact with some things, some subtleties of the Tao, and some of the most basic principles of the Tao.

The exercises of the monastic realm are equivalent to a steel knife with a shaped handle, and holding a steel knife can kill people.

"Tao Te Ching" gave Lin Xiao a key, through which he could enter a workshop for forging steel knives, and he could forge new weapons with his own mind!

is like the Xuanwu Treasure Banner, which is already a first-class peerless divine weapon, but if Lin Xiao continues to practice according to the Xuanwu Treasure Banner, he will just take over this divine weapon.

And the Tao Te Ching gave Lin Xiao a possibility-a possibility to forge a divine weapon that was sharper than the Xuanwu Treasure Banner! No matter how low this possibility is, at least there is a possibility!

"Why, such a Great Dao Essence will appear here?" Lin Xiao looked at the book in his hand blankly, his heart full of questions.

Why did such a subtle text not circulate in the monastic world, but instead appeared on this earth, which Lin Xiao regarded as a Jedi?

Outside the window, the moonlight peeked in, creating a square white frame of light on the ground. Lin Xiao knelt down in the light frame and tears rained down.

With tears in his eyes, he carefully flipped through the Tao Te Ching, silently reading the words again and again.

Every time he read silently, Lin Xiao had a new understanding, and it seemed that the light in his heart had expanded a few points.

The pitifully thin true qi in the body was rapidly circulating in the meridians, and the Yuan Shen in Lin Xiaozhihai recited the Tao Te Ching loudly. A trace of golden light slowly shot out from Lin Xiao's primordial spirit, and Lin Xiao's primordial spirit continued to grow, becoming more like a living person.

Just by reciting the Tao Te Ching silently, the effect surpasses the effect of the Yuan Shen cultivation brought by the Killing God Technique.

Lin Xiao silently read the Tao Te Ching, over and over again, over and over again......

It has been half a month since Lin Xiao came to this earth with an ugly environment.

It's very strange, mixed with the bald fat man, Lin Xiao is naturally accustomed to the environment here, the life here, the people here, and the things here. The air inhaled into his body every day was still full of impurities and uncomfortable energy, but Lin Xiao's body no longer trembled. The aura absorbed during daily practice is still extremely bad, but Lin Xiao's body will no longer have any discomfort. Lin Xiao's speed of adapting to all this can only be described as a miracle!

Get up in the morning, breathe a few breaths of 'fresh air' mixed with car exhaust, face the orient and exhale a trace of ultraviolet sun essence, rinse your mouth with tap water full of bleaching powder, drink a glass of 'fresh milk' mixed with chemical additives, eat two fried dough sticks mixed with alum or xiaolongbao made of pig lymph nodes, pour a few cans of beer with the pig's head, put on short clothes and shorts with a strong formaldehyde smell, and step on a pair of cheap slippers made of recycled waste plastic. patted his belly and sat lazily on the balcony.

The bald fat man tinkers with some wordplay on a strange machine, which is an important way for him to earn his living expenses. Lin Xiao, who didn't know anything about this, lay on a soft cushion and stared blankly at the sun in the sky. His chest slowly rose and fell, seizing all the time to absorb spiritual energy and enhance his cultivation. Although the aura here is a bit worse, it is more poisonous than the aura, but after all, it can enhance cultivation, and this is enough. In this situation, Lin Xiao has nothing to find fault with.

What made Lin Xiao even more satisfied was that the bald fat man found him many Taoist scriptures such as "Tao Te Ching" and "Huang Ting Jing". The shock that these traditional Chinese scriptures brought to Lin Xiao was like a devout Christian seeing an angel appear in front of him. Lin Xiao spent five days of hard work repeatedly reading these scriptures, and then continued to ponder every sentence and word in his mind, and every time he could get new gains from them. He had not bothered to think about the origin of these verses, in short, they really existed, and that was enough.

If he is free in the morning, the bald fat man doesn't know how to get some novels in traditional Chinese characters, and Lin Xiao will also use these novels to pass the time. Among them, the immortals and monsters, grievances and hatreds, the bloody reality of all kinds of swords and swords, the cruel and ruthless facts, the whimsical fantasies, and the grand and magical scenes, made Delin Xiao amazed and couldn't help but marvel at the whimsical way of thinking of his bald and fat colleagues. He really didn't understand how these otaku, who had not cultivated at all, and had never even come into contact with a true cultivator in their lives, could fabricate the supernatural powers of various cultivators in their minds out of thin air! Some of these unbelievable methods, in Lin Xiao's opinion, were supernatural powers that could only be possessed by the legendary Da Luo Jin Immortal or even more powerful beings! How did these guys come up with them?

At this time, Lin Xiao had already understood that this bald fat man was indeed not a Buddhist monk - he and his friends were indeed just ordinary people.

It's just these ordinary people who act strangely that gave Lin Xiao a great shock.

Space shattered, time frozen, Lin Xiao saw many things in these novels that made him breathtaking. Some bizarre ideas made him feel like he was suddenly open. It's ridiculous to say this, a group of guys who don't know any Taoism can make Lin Xiao enlightened, but that's the truth, these guys' ideas are too absurd, but they just give Lin Xiao a great reminder. Some of the ingenuity of the sword, some of the scheming of the thunder, and some tips for escaping were found out by Lin Xiao one by one from the chapters of these novels and carefully remembered them in his heart.

The bald fat man usually works the machine for an hour or so in the morning, and then he will call his friends and run out to hang out. Lin Xiao, who was accustomed to the environment of this earth and began to eat meat and drink wine in large bowls, naturally followed him. Lin Xiao has already discovered that this bald-headed fat man has a wide range of friends, and he knows a lot of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, in this strange earth, Lin Xiao, who has lost his magical powers, wants to find a cultivator born and raised on the earth, and maybe he really has to fall on the bald fat man.

It is very strange that the bald fat man and his friends around him did not have any doubts about Lin Xiao's identity, and Lin Xiao naturally lived in the house where the bald fat man lived. Lin Xiao didn't feel that there was anything inappropriate about eating and drinking here with a bald fat man. Lin Xiao's every move carries the style of a Taoist who follows his fate and surname. And this bald fat man, he is a little heartless, it seems that he is not wary of people, for Lin Xiao, a big living person he picked up from the street, it only took him one night to accept his existence.

On this day, I don't know what trouble the bald fat man encountered. After drinking more than a dozen cans of beer, it was already late in the evening, and his mother violently left the machine known as the computer, put on crumpled shorts and shorts, stepped on a pair of slippers with holes, and pulled Lin Xiao out of the door. When he was still in the elevator, the fat man took out his mobile phone to gather friends who might appear, and loudly discussed with people where to solve the problem of dinner.

I have seen it many times, but Lin Xiao still glanced at the mobile phone in the fat man's hand in surprise. This kind of 'magic weapon' that is almost thousands of miles of sound transmission supernatural powers, Lin Xiao still doesn't know how these mortals made it. However, Lin Xiao already knew that there were very few people on the earth who could accept the existence of cultivators, so he was very careful to control his words and deeds, and did not express any unnatural emotions about these things that should be known to everyone.

On the corner of a narrow old street in Shanghai, a few plastic tables and chairs have been erected on the side of a mobile lo-mei stall. On the stall, a large aluminum pot is boiling all kinds of meat, and the tempting aroma comes to the nostrils, causing people's stomachs to begin to 'gurgle', eager to reach into the pot, grab a few pieces of boiled meat to soothe the tongue that has been impatient. On the stall, there are more than a dozen large pots, which are vinegared cucumbers, salted cabbage, chicken feet, duck heads, rabbit heads and other snacks. On the edge of the stall, there are also a pile of more than a dozen cases of beer, and the stall owner with a round face and a round belly is cutting two pieces of hot braised beef into thin slices on a cutting board, while loudly beckoning diners who may sit down to patronize.

The bald fat man sat on a greasy plastic bench. With a wave of his fat bulging arms, he loudly announced a series of names for eating. The same chubby boss smiled so much that his eyelids narrowed, and while responding affectionately, he quickly prepared to eat according to the fat man's instructions.

Lin Xiao sat opposite the fat man, and he looked curiously at the streets and pedestrians around him. He has been in Shanghai for half a month, and what Lin Xiao usually sees is the most glorious and prosperous side of the city. The towering skyscrapers, the brightly dressed red men and green women, the ordinary people who are wanton and drunk and dreaming of death. He didn't expect that in some corner of the city, there was such a street, a narrow, shabby, and passing-by street where people were lazily and comfortably walking around in pajamas, a little bit of decay, a little decadent, but a warm atmosphere of life.

The fat man dragged a case of beer from his side, deftly pried open the cap with a key, and handed a bottle of beer to Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao picked up the wine bottle, didn't say a word, and poured a bottle of beer into his stomach in one gulp.

Aside from the large number of impurities mixed in the raw materials of this beer, just for the beer itself, Lin Xiao appreciates this novel drink. The white foam, the strange feeling of being cold in the mouth, and the slightly rude but refreshing taste of burping after drinking. After getting along with this fat man for half a month, Lin Xiao felt that he was becoming more and more like a native of this earth, although he was a little mediocre, but he was very down-to-earth, very realistic, and there was a very real feeling that he was still alive.

This is a completely different experience from Lin Xiao's previous life.

In the Rejuvenation Hall, he is the respected little doctor Lin, and the second son of Lin who everyone in the Rejuvenation Hall has high hopes for, although he is in contact with the world, he does not integrate into the world.

Entering the Great Luo Dan Dao, he was a proud man who was taken care of, because he had an inadvertent adventure that condensed the Jin Dan, and he was cultivated by the Great Luo Dan Dao. As a monastic, he had no relationship with the world.

In Yuanzong, he is even more transcendent, he is worshipped, he is a grandmaster-level alchemist, and even the head of Yuanzong and his party are polite to him. What is the worldly? What is Hongchen? Lin Xiao has no feeling at all in his mind. He was like a god standing in the clouds, and he couldn't touch the slightest bit of red dust.

Only now, he came to Earth unexpectedly. He was destroyed by the huge pressure of the Forbidden Immortal Array, and all his supernatural cultivation was abolished. Except for a ** who is thousands of times stronger than ordinary people, he is no different from a mortal. He followed this bald fat man into the life of mortals, eating and drinking like mortals, walking and riding in cars like mortals, drinking beer and chatting nonsense like mortals. He saw the brightest side of the city - but he knew the heaviness behind it from the mouths of the bald and fat men, and he saw the more real side of the city today - but this slightly declining side of the real gave him such a warm presence.

(To be continued)