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Qingyang looked at the tall monk in doubt. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember who he was. There were only a few monks he knew. It seemed that they didn't have anything to do with the monks like the iron tower in front of him. Look at this figure. It's a competition with the Piying bear of the animal training family. Is it that Piying bear's son became a monk here?
The old Taoist Songhe coughed and said, "this is xuanzhu, the little apprentice of the empty old monk."
Xuanzhu? A tiger headed little monk suddenly appeared in Qingyang's mind, but he didn't coincide with the big monk like the iron tower in front of him. Qingyang didn't understand how the ordinary little monk turned into such a strong man. He didn't know what he had experienced in recent years. He couldn't find the original shadow.
Qingyang covered up his embarrassment and said, "it's xuanzhu. You've changed so much over the years that I didn't recognize it. You haven't seen it for a few years. You're a head taller than me."
"Hey, yeah, you've changed a lot," xuanzhu giggled.
Before they could go on talking, old Taoist Songhe suddenly grabbed Qingyang, smashed his mouth and said, "good disciple, come back so far, you didn't bring me any gifts? Shifu, I haven't had wine these years, and my mouth is fading out."
Qingyang said with a smile, "just now I heard that you cheated the man's money to buy wine. Life is not so free. How can I lack wine?"
Seeing that the apprentice didn't talk about business, the old Taoist Songhe slapped him on the head, then dragged Qingyang and said, "don't be wordy, come in and take out all your good wine."
The three entered the side door. Monk xuanzhu closed the door and went back to report to his master. Old Taoist Songhe dragged Qingyang all the way to a small courtyard behind Qinglong mountain.
After entering the house, Qingyang took out several jars of the newly brewed monkey spirit wine. While drinking, they told their experiences after separation over the years. Songhe Taoist priest is just an ordinary person and can only drink some of the newly brewed spirit wine. They are too old to worry about problems.
Such a good wine. When the teachers and disciples met again ten years later, the two couldn't help drinking more. They talked while drinking. They didn't sleep until it was dark. Even Qingyang was rarely drunk and lay beside the master all night.
The next morning, monk xuanzhu came with a one armed old monk, master Kongji. Old monk Kongji was old and lost another arm, so he didn't care about things for a long time. He went to a small courtyard not far from Songhe old road for latent cultivation. Yesterday, xuanzhu told him about Qingyang's return. Old monk Kongji knew that their teachers and disciples were reunited and had too much to say, so he didn't bother. He didn't come to visit with his disciples until this morning.
Seeing Qingyang and the dusty temperament of Qingyang seems to be the same as those of Xiping and Xining immortals who met in the secret place at the beginning. The great monk Kongji couldn't help sighing: "you can remember your trip to the secret place at the beginning. Unexpectedly, you will become a Qingyang immortals ten years later."
Qingyang quickly waved his hand and said, "master Kongji has been with my master for decades. He has been taking care of my master for these years. He is also my elder. Don't call him that."
Monk Kong Ji nodded and said, "is Qingyang coming back this time just to see his master?"
Qingyang said, "I can't rest assured of my master. Since I was a child, I have been dependent on my master. Later, when I met the opportunity to cultivate immortality, my master gave him to me, but he continued to live in the secular world. I can't forget, and I can't leave it. I have always dreamed that one day, I can continue to live and practice with my master and move forward hand in hand on the avenue of cultivating immortality."
Master Kongji raised his head and said, "child, it's human to not forget your master, but you are so persistent that you can't afford to put it down. It's already a magic barrier."
Old Taoist Songhe also said: "Disciple, I've seen it for a long time. I also copied the longevity formula. I've tried to practice it with Kongji and xuanzhu over the years, and it doesn't work. It can be seen that I don't have this qualification. Besides, you also said that only when the foundation period is reached can I increase my life. What can't be achieved can't be separated from the category of mortals. You're still far away from that after ten years of cultivation It's far away. How can I have any hope at my age? "
"No matter how hopeless the hope is, you have to try to be willing." Qingyang said.
This time Qingyang came back with a spirit measuring plate for the sake of his obsession. At this time, he did not avoid empty silence monk and xuanzhu. He took it out directly and measured it for old Taoist Songhe.
The result is naturally that there is no spiritual root. Few people in the secular world have immortal roots. It is rare that Qingyang can appear among them. Qingyang is unwilling. He has tested the old way of Songhe for several times, and even tried with monk Kongji and xuanzhu. The results are the same.
Master has no spiritual roots. It seems that all the preparations he has made are useless. Now the only thing he can do is to prolong master's life as much as possible, so that he can live happily without illness and disaster in the days to come.
After the test, Qingyang's face remained unchanged. He put away the spirit measuring plate and continued to talk to master Jikong and xuanzhu monk, but everyone could feel that Qingyang was forced to smile. Master Jikong and xuanzhu were so bored that they had to leave.
After that, Qingyang stayed in the master's yard. When he was free, he accompanied the master for a turn. When he became addicted to alcohol, he tasted monkey spirit wine with the master, and occasionally asked the empty silence old monk to accompany him. Old monk Kongji has profound Buddhism, but he is not as rigid as monk xuanzhu. He doesn't resist the spirit wine taken out by Qingyang and doesn't care that this is a pure Buddhist place.
During this time, Qingyang stewed a pot of porridge with blood lotus roots and watched the master eat it with his own eyes. Qingyang did not tell the details of Songhe Taoist blood lotus roots, but said that it was effective for the elderly to prolong life. However, after taking it, Songhe Taoist obviously felt much better. His physical quality and energy seemed to go back to ten years ago, and so was the elixir.
Qingyang tries to communicate with Songhe Taoist priest. Zuixianhu space can live. In it, he also raises a monkey. He hopes Songhe Taoist priest can go with him, and he has no worries from now on. However, he was resolutely rejected by old Taoist Songhe, saying that he had lived a lifetime at ease. Wouldn't he lose his freedom with Qingyang, just like going to jail.
In fact, Qingyang knew that the unrestrained nature of Songhe Taoist priest was only one thing. The more important reason was that master didn't want to drag himself back and didn't want to be a burden to his disciples. Old Taoist Songhe refused, and Qingyang had to give up the plan.
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Qingyang looked at the tall monk in doubt. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember who he was. There were only a few monks he knew. It seemed that they didn't have anything to do with the monks like the iron tower in front of him. Look at this figure. It's a competition with the Piying bear of the animal training family. Is it that Piying bear's son became a monk here?
The old Taoist Songhe coughed and said, "this is xuanzhu, the little apprentice of the empty old monk."
Xuanzhu? A tiger headed little monk suddenly appeared in Qingyang's mind, but he didn't coincide with the big monk like the iron tower in front of him. Qingyang didn't understand how the ordinary little monk turned into such a strong man. He didn't know what he had experienced in recent years. He couldn't find the original shadow.
Qingyang covered up his embarrassment and said, "it's xuanzhu. You've changed so much over the years that I didn't recognize it. You haven't seen it for a few years. You're a head taller than me."
"Hey, yeah, you've changed a lot," xuanzhu giggled.
Before they could go on talking, old Taoist Songhe suddenly grabbed Qingyang, smashed his mouth and said, "good disciple, come back so far, you didn't bring me any gifts? Shifu, I haven't had wine these years, and my mouth is fading out."
Qingyang said with a smile, "just now I heard that you cheated the man's money to buy wine. Life is not so free. How can I lack wine?"
Seeing that the apprentice didn't talk about business, the old Taoist Songhe slapped him on the head, then dragged Qingyang and said, "don't be wordy, come in and take out all your good wine."
The three entered the side door. Monk xuanzhu closed the door and went back to report to his master. Old Taoist Songhe dragged Qingyang all the way to a small courtyard behind Qinglong mountain.
After entering the house, Qingyang took out several jars of the newly brewed monkey spirit wine. While drinking, they told their experiences after separation over the years. Songhe Taoist priest is just an ordinary person and can only drink some of the newly brewed spirit wine. They are too old to worry about problems.
Such a good wine. When the teachers and disciples met again ten years later, the two couldn't help drinking more. They talked while drinking. They didn't sleep until it was dark. Even Qingyang was rarely drunk and lay beside the master all night.
The next morning, monk xuanzhu came with a one armed old monk, master Kongji. Old monk Kongji was old and lost another arm, so he didn't care about things for a long time. He went to a small courtyard not far from Songhe old road for latent cultivation. Yesterday, xuanzhu told him about Qingyang's return. Old monk Kongji knew that their teachers and disciples were reunited and had too much to say, so he didn't bother. He didn't come to visit with his disciples until this morning.
Seeing Qingyang and the dusty temperament of Qingyang seems to be the same as those of Xiping and Xining immortals who met in the secret place at the beginning. The great monk Kongji couldn't help sighing: "you can remember your trip to the secret place at the beginning. Unexpectedly, you will become a Qingyang immortals ten years later."
Qingyang quickly waved his hand and said, "master Kongji has been with my master for decades. He has been taking care of my master for these years. He is also my elder. Don't call him that."
Monk Kong Ji nodded and said, "is Qingyang coming back this time just to see his master?"
Qingyang said, "I can't rest assured of my master. Since I was a child, I have been dependent on my master. Later, when I met the opportunity to cultivate immortality, my master gave him to me, but he continued to live in the secular world. I can't forget, and I can't leave it. I have always dreamed that one day, I can continue to live and practice with my master and move forward hand in hand on the avenue of cultivating immortality."
Master Kongji raised his head and said, "child, it's human to not forget your master, but you are so persistent that you can't afford to put it down. It's already a magic barrier."
Old Taoist Songhe also said: "Disciple, I've seen it for a long time. I also copied the longevity formula. I've tried to practice it with Kongji and xuanzhu over the years, and it doesn't work. It can be seen that I don't have this qualification. Besides, you also said that only when the foundation period is reached can I increase my life. What can't be achieved can't be separated from the category of mortals. You're still far away from that after ten years of cultivation It's far away. How can I have any hope at my age? "
"No matter how hopeless the hope is, you have to try to be willing." Qingyang said.
This time Qingyang came back with a spirit measuring plate for the sake of his obsession. At this time, he did not avoid empty silence monk and xuanzhu. He took it out directly and measured it for old Taoist Songhe.
The result is naturally that there is no spiritual root. Few people in the secular world have immortal roots. It is rare that Qingyang can appear among them. Qingyang is unwilling. He has tested the old way of Songhe for several times, and even tried with monk Kongji and xuanzhu. The results are the same.
Master has no spiritual roots. It seems that all the preparations he has made are useless. Now the only thing he can do is to prolong master's life as much as possible, so that he can live happily without illness and disaster in the days to come.
After the test, Qingyang's face remained unchanged. He put away the spirit measuring plate and continued to talk to master Jikong and xuanzhu monk, but everyone could feel that Qingyang was forced to smile. Master Jikong and xuanzhu were so bored that they had to leave.
After that, Qingyang stayed in the master's yard. When he was free, he accompanied the master for a turn. When he became addicted to alcohol, he tasted monkey spirit wine with the master, and occasionally asked the empty silence old monk to accompany him. Old monk Kongji has profound Buddhism, but he is not as rigid as monk xuanzhu. He doesn't resist the spirit wine taken out by Qingyang and doesn't care that this is a pure Buddhist place.
During this time, Qingyang stewed a pot of porridge with blood lotus roots and watched the master eat it with his own eyes. Qingyang did not tell the details of Songhe Taoist blood lotus roots, but said that it was effective for the elderly to prolong life. However, after taking it, Songhe Taoist obviously felt much better. His physical quality and energy seemed to go back to ten years ago, and so was the elixir.
Qingyang tries to communicate with Songhe Taoist priest. Zuixianhu space can live. In it, he also raises a monkey. He hopes Songhe Taoist priest can go with him, and he has no worries from now on. However, he was resolutely rejected by old Taoist Songhe, saying that he had lived a lifetime at ease. Wouldn't he lose his freedom with Qingyang, just like going to jail.
In fact, Qingyang knew that the unrestrained nature of Songhe Taoist priest was only one thing. The more important reason was that master didn't want to drag himself back and didn't want to be a burden to his disciples. Old Taoist Songhe refused, and Qingyang had to give up the plan.
Qingyang looked at the tall monk in doubt. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember who he was. There were only a few monks he knew. It seemed that they didn't have anything to do with the monks like the iron tower in front of him. Look at this figure. It's a competition with the Piying bear of the animal training family. Is it that Piying bear's son became a monk here?The old Taoist Songhe coughed and said, "this is xuanzhu, the little apprentice of the empty old monk."Xuanzhu? A tiger headed little monk suddenly appeared in Qingyang's mind, but he didn't coincide with the big monk like the iron tower in front of him. Qingyang didn't understand how the ordinary little monk turned into such a strong man. He didn't know what he had experienced in recent years. He couldn't find the original shadow.Qingyang covered up his embarrassment and said, "it's xuanzhu. You've changed so much over the years that I didn't recognize it. You haven't seen it for a few years. You're a head taller than me.""Hey, yeah, you've changed a lot," xuanzhu giggled.Before they could go on talking, old Taoist Songhe suddenly grabbed Qingyang, smashed his mouth and said, "good disciple, come back so far, you didn't bring me any gifts? Shifu, I haven't had wine these years, and my mouth is fading out."Qingyang said with a smile, "just now I heard that you cheated the man's money to buy wine. Life is not so free. How can I lack wine?"Seeing that the apprentice didn't talk about business, the old Taoist Songhe slapped him on the head, then dragged Qingyang and said, "don't be wordy, come in and take out all your good wine."The three entered the side door. Monk xuanzhu closed the door and went back to report to his master. Old Taoist Songhe dragged Qingyang all the way to a small courtyard behind Qinglong mountain.After entering the house, Qingyang took out several jars of the newly brewed monkey spirit wine. While drinking, they told their experiences after separation over the years. Songhe Taoist priest is just an ordinary person and can only drink some of the newly brewed spirit wine. They are too old to worry about problems.Such a good wine. When the teachers and disciples met again ten years later, the two couldn't help drinking more. They talked while drinking. They didn't sleep until it was dark. Even Qingyang was rarely drunk and lay beside the master all night.The next morning, monk xuanzhu came with a one armed old monk, master Kongji. Old monk Kongji was old and lost another arm, so he didn't care about things for a long time. He went to a small courtyard not far from Songhe old road for latent cultivation. Yesterday, xuanzhu told him about Qingyang's return. Old monk Kongji knew that their teachers and disciples were reunited and had too much to say, so he didn't bother. He didn't come to visit with his disciples until this morning.Seeing Qingyang and the dusty temperament of Qingyang seems to be the same as those of Xiping and Xining immortals who met in the secret place at the beginning. The great monk Kongji couldn't help sighing: "you can remember your trip to the secret place at the beginning. Unexpectedly, you will become a Qingyang immortals ten years later."Qingyang quickly waved his hand and said, "master Kongji has been with my master for decades. He has been taking care of my master for these years. He is also my elder. Don't call him that."Monk Kong Ji nodded and said, "is Qingyang coming back this time just to see his master?"Qingyang said, "I can't rest assured of my master. Since I was a child, I have been dependent on my master. Later, when I met the opportunity to cultivate immortality, my master gave him to me, but he continued to live in the secular world. I can't forget, and I can't leave it. I have always dreamed that one day, I can continue to live and practice with my master and move forward hand in hand on the avenue of cultivating immortality."Master Kongji raised his head and said, "child, it's human to not forget your master, but you are so persistent that you can't afford to put it down. It's already a magic barrier."Old Taoist Songhe also said: "Disciple, I've seen it for a long time. I also copied the longevity formula. I've tried to practice it with Kongji and xuanzhu over the years, and it doesn't work. It can be seen that I don't have this qualification. Besides, you also said that only when the foundation period is reached can I increase my life. What can't be achieved can't be separated from the category of mortals. You're still far away from that after ten years of cultivation It's far away. How can I have any hope at my age? ""No matter how hopeless the hope is, you have to try to be willing." Qingyang said.This time Qingyang came back with a spirit measuring plate for the sake of his obsession. At this time, he did not avoid empty silence monk and xuanzhu. He took it out directly and measured it for old Taoist Songhe.The result is naturally that there is no spiritual root. Few people in the secular world have immortal roots. It is rare that Qingyang can appear among them. Qingyang is unwilling. He has tested the old way of Songhe for several times, and even tried with monk Kongji and xuanzhu. The results are the same.Master has no spiritual roots. It seems that all the preparations he has made are useless. Now the only thing he can do is to prolong master's life as much as possible, so that he can live happily without illness and disaster in the days to come.After the test, Qingyang's face remained unchanged. He put away the spirit measuring plate and continued to talk to master Jikong and xuanzhu monk, but everyone could feel that Qingyang was forced to smile. Master Jikong and xuanzhu were so bored that they had to leave.After that, Qingyang stayed in the master's yard. When he was free, he accompanied the master for a turn. When he became addicted to alcohol, he tasted monkey spirit wine with the master, and occasionally asked the empty silence old monk to accompany him. Old monk Kongji has profound Buddhism, but he is not as rigid as monk xuanzhu. He doesn't resist the spirit wine taken out by Qingyang and doesn't care that this is a pure Buddhist place.During this time, Qingyang stewed a pot of porridge with blood lotus roots and watched the master eat it with his own eyes. Qingyang did not tell the details of Songhe Taoist blood lotus roots, but said that it was effective for the elderly to prolong life. However, after taking it, Songhe Taoist obviously felt much better. His physical quality and energy seemed to go back to ten years ago, and so was the elixir.Qingyang tries to communicate with Songhe Taoist priest. Zuixianhu space can live. In it, he also raises a monkey. He hopes Songhe Taoist priest can go with him, and he has no worries from now on. However, he was resolutely rejected by old Taoist Songhe, saying that he had lived a lifetime at ease. Wouldn't he lose his freedom with Qingyang, just like going to jail.In fact, Qingyang knew that the unrestrained nature of Songhe Taoist priest was only one thing. The more important reason was that master didn't want to drag himself back and didn't want to be a burden to his disciples. Old Taoist Songhe refused, and Qingyang had to give up the plan.
