Chapter 7 Blessed Land Immortal Knock Mountain

At that time, his truest idea was to die quickly, so that he could reduce some pain, but his consciousness was so clear that death became a little distant. Gradually, his body didn't even have the strength to struggle, but the pain was still there, and after a long time, he finally became numb with pain, his body seemed to no longer belong to him, only his soul was still weakly alive, and his consciousness began to become blurred.

"Am I going to die?" When the last thought flashed through his mind, he finally fell into a deep sleep, falling into the deepest coma, no longer having the slightest sense of the outside world.

......

"You're here?" In the chaos, the multicolored spar exudes a soft multicolored halo, which is very beautiful, and the woman's voice is calm and familiar.

"Am I dead?"

"Do you remember?"

"Who are you?"

"You still can't remember......" the woman's voice was a little lost, "I'll wait for you to remember." ”

The multicolored spar disappeared, and a whale swallowing force struck, Qi Haoyuan thought that he could wake up after him, but this time it failed, and he continued to fall into a deep coma.

In the clean room, the decoration is simple and generous, the earth-gray tables, chairs and furniture are placed in an orderly manner, and it looks like an old wooden bed, Qi Haoyuan's eyes twitched a few times, but he didn't open them, and continued to fall asleep. Next to the wooden bed, Xiao Daotong wiped the cold sweat on Qi Haoyuan's forehead with a towel that he had just wrung out, and then ran out.

From the outside, this house is repaired on the mountainside, pure wood, looks very simple, only less than 20 square meters, there is an open space in front of the house that is three or four times larger than the house, the open space, overgrown with flowers and plants, is growing vigorously at this time, but the line of sight is far away, the house is inconspicuous in this big mountain, and it can even be said that it is difficult to find.

After leaving the house, the boy trotted all the way up the stone steps of the mountain, and after leaving the mountain, his vision widened and he saw many buildings. Some of these buildings are located on the top of the mountain, some are located at the foot of the mountain, and there are many on the mountainside. If you look carefully, the distribution of buildings is very exquisite, and each building is very exquisite, as if it is a fine work of art, carved by the best craftsmen in the world. In the middle of the mountains, it is not messy, and there is a sense of beauty at the level of landscape.

Although Xiao Daotong was not very old, about ten years old, he trotted not slowly, and he ran towards the highest mountain, all the way without stopping, until he reached the top of the mountain. There are three palaces on the top of the hill, which are arranged in the front, middle and back, each of which is magnificent.

Xiao Daotong passed through the first palace and entered the second palace, and then came out of the second palace and ran to the third palace. I thought he would stop at the third palace, but I saw him run out of the back door of the third palace, and then ran all the way down a narrow path. Further on, there is a cliff, but there is a small pavilion on the edge of the cliff.

Most of the pavilion was suspended in the air, and it looked a little thrilling. The layout of the pavilion is even simpler, with a rough wooden square table in the center and a round stool in the north and south directions. There was only a pair of tea sets and a pot of tea brewed on the table, and a teacup had been poured with tea.

The location of this pavilion is excellent, sitting in the pavilion, you can have a panoramic view of the mountains, and the road that Xiaodao Tong just went up the mountain can also be seen clearly. At this time, there were two people in the pavilion, one of them was the same age as Xiao Daotong, wearing a Taoist robe, and he was also a Taoist child, while the other person was a crane with a crown of hair, and he could not see his actual age, he was wearing a gray Taoist robe, and a ru white hosta was inserted above his head. With his left hand behind his back, his right hand lightly brushing his white beard, his face was very indifferent, his eyes were ethereal, and he was looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers.

The little Taoist boy ran into the pavilion and gave the old Taoist a look in a panic before he said, "Grandpa, that person just reacted and almost woke up, but he continued to fall asleep, and the disciple tried to call a few times, but there was no response." ”

The old Taoist was originally facing away from Xiao Daotong, but when he turned around, he saw that Xiao Daotong was a little panting, and raised his hand to flick it, Xiao Daotong suddenly felt refreshed, all the discomfort was swept away, and he hurriedly bowed down and said, "Xie Lu Xie Grandpa." ”

The old Taoist smiled and nodded, and asked, "Do you remember how many days he slept?"

Xiao Daotong pinched his fingers and replied, "Back to grandpa, after today, it will be exactly forty-eight days." ”

"Forty-eight days......," the old Taoist recited silently, "Well, you go back, he will wake up by this time tomorrow, and if he asks you anything, you will tell him the truth." ”

"Well, Tong'er understood. Xiao Daotong nodded, bowed away, and returned the same way.

The old Taoist's name is Li Changqing, this is the name he had when he was young, but there are not many people who still know the name of Lu Dao. Here, everyone is used to calling him the master, a few people call him master, these two boys call him grandpa, and people outside call him Hengtong Zhenren, but they don't dare to call him by his name.

Although they are all different titles, they all undoubtedly illustrate a problem, his status is very high, he is the head of this place, he is the master of the line, so his status is the highest.

Hengtong Zhenren turned around and looked at the mountains with light smoke, and after a while, his eyes flashed, as if he remembered something, and turned to another little Taoist boy and said, "Tong'er, you go and copy a copy of the "Meditation Sutra", I have a use." ”

"Grandpa, what is the use of you wanting the "Meditation Sutra"?" Xiao Daotong wondered, even if he was new to cultivating immortals, he couldn't use the "Meditation Sutra", and the head of the sect cultivated as a channel, what is the use of asking for the "Meditation Sutra"?

"Ask more!" Hengtong Zhenren glanced at Xiao Daotong, and Xiao Daotong didn't dare to make any more noise, and nodded obediently and retreated.

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On the second day, Qi Haoyuan, who was lying on the bed, really moved, he woke up, but he didn't open his eyes immediately.

"Am I dead?" he tried to manipulate his body, and found that his hands could move, his feet could move, and even his heart was still beating.

"Why do I still have a heartbeat, am I not dead?" suddenly a smile suddenly appeared on his face at this thought, and he laughed loudly.

This laughter really startled Xiao Daotong, who was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said excitedly, "Are you really awake?" Grandpa said that you can wake up today, it turns out that you really woke up, great." ”

Hearing the voice, Qi Haoyuan quickly opened his eyes and saw a pink little Taoist boy looking at him with big round eyes, Qi Haoyuan subconsciously shrank his body into the bed, and asked cautiously, "Hey, little ghost, who are you?"

Then he looked at the room again, and felt that it was too strange, and asked, "Little ghost, where is this, why am I here?"

Xiao Daotong scratched his head, not understanding what "little ghost" meant, but thinking that his grandfather had instructed him to tell him truthfully, so he said, "This is the blessed land of Xianjiao Mountain, grandpa brought you back, I am grandpa's child Mingwu." ”

"Blessed Land Immortal Knock Mountain?" Qi Haoyuan's mind suddenly became stuffy.

The word "blessed land" instantly reminded him of the legendary 72 blessed land, although the prototype of the 72 blessed land can also be found on the earth in the 21st century, which is far from the legendary 72 blessed land, the legend of the cave heaven blessed land is the residence of the immortals, "Is there a fairy ...... here?"

Qi Haoyuan was a little speechless in shock, which made Mingwu a little anxious.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?

Mingwu was very puzzled, in his understanding, there should be no one who didn't know about the Dao Immortal Knock Mountain, at least he thought so.

Qi Haoyuan calmed down, shook his head and said, "It's okay, there's nothing wrong, I think other things are too engrossed." By the way, your name is Mingwu, right? Can you take me to your grandfather? I have something to ask your grandfather. ”

He thought of Duan Fei, he was rescued, what happened to Duan Fei now? Since it was Mingwu's grandfather who saved him, he must also know the whereabouts of Duan Fei, because after jumping into the Arno River at that time, he had torn off his clothes and tied their hands together, just for fear of being washed away by the river.

Mingwu's face was embarrassed, Hengtong Zhenren didn't tell him that he could take Qi Haoyuan to see the real person, if he made the decision without permission, he was afraid that he would be punished by the real person, so he shook his head and said, "Little brother, this doesn't seem to be okay, grandpa hasn't said he wants to see you yet, I don't dare to take you there." ”

"Who is your grandfather? Why did you mention him, you just resigned yourself and showed a scared look? Is your grandfather very scary?" Qi Haoyuan felt strange, this little Taoist boy looked very likable, but he always spoke with a grandfather, it really made people curious, what kind of character was the grandfather in his mouth!

Mingwu lowered his head, blushing slightly, and said in a low voice, "You can't talk about grandpa behind your back, grandpa will hear it." Little brother rest first, grandpa wants to see you, he will command. ”

Qi Haoyuan couldn't force it anymore, nodded and stopped talking, but he was thinking in his heart: This place is a blessed place, it must be a place for cultivating immortals, Mingwu is so afraid of his grandfather, his grandfather must be a monk, and he is a very powerful monk, otherwise how could he save me from the Arno River? I have to thank his grandfather, by the way, I will understand what this immortal cultivation is all about. However, in the case of the Prophet Dao Duan Fei, he is my brother, and I can't ignore him.