Qi Wuhuo nodded quietly, then looked at the things in front of him and said, "Then wait for me for a moment, old man."

Even if there was an opportunity, he did not go forward immediately, but finished the work at hand first.

I had originally planned to eat only half of the meat filling given by the butcher, and store the rest in the cold cellar under the warehouse so that I could have it for two more meals. But now I took it all out, and when I was mixing the filling, I took out the sesame oil that I usually only added to dishes during the Chinese New Year, and poured it into the meat filling.

The buns are wrapped and steamed.

She cut some more vegetables, washed her hands, and sat in front of the old man.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "When you carried me down the mountain, I told you that I was here to visit a friend. Do you remember?"

Qi Wuhuo nodded.

“Yes.”

The old man sighed and said, "I have stayed here for a month now. It is time for me to leave."

Qi Wuhuo subconsciously said: "I'll see you off."

The old man laughed and said, "My legs and feet have recovered. Our fate has ended. There is no need to force you to stay. I didn't tell you when I came, and you shouldn't see me off when I leave. This is the way it should be."

"I have left you a gift. If you practice diligently and continuously, you will achieve enlightenment one day, and then we may have a chance to meet again."

"However, my gift is not so easy to take."

He then stroked his beard, thought for a moment, pointed at Qi Wuhuo's room, and said with a smile: "There are a lot of books in your room."

"Although the dream is absurd, the book I read is not false."

"Well, I want to build a new Taoist temple, and I'm still short of a couplet for the gate. If you're interested, write one for me."

"couplet?"

Qi Wuhuo was puzzled, but he still went back to the house and took out paper and pen. The pen cost about ten coins, which was more expensive than a pound of pork, and this was already the cheapest pen. As for the white paper, it was also the cheapest kind, called [Benzhi], 150 sheets, costing six coins. Qi Wuhuo's family was poor in the past, so although he bought some, he was very careful with it.

Find the whitest and cleanest piece of paper among these papers. Although it is only one piece, a piece of paper in this era is quite large.

Qi Wuhuo spread it out.

He fetched some well water and dissolved the ink. While mixing it evenly, he organized his thoughts and dipped the brush in ink.

Many thoughts were rising and falling in his mind. He subconsciously thought of his own wonderful dream and the dream that the old man's pillow gave him. Before, he was just a person struggling to make a living, but now he can see a more distant world. He looked up at the mountains and rivers, recalling the scenery he saw after becoming a mountain god. He became thoughtful and then started writing.

[The Taoist Temple is Locked in Mist and Clouds]

The first stroke describes the scenery, and then the artistic conception extends.

【You must know that there is always someone better than you, time flies by and all thoughts are in vain. 】

The old man stood to one side, stroking his beard, raised his eyes slightly, and smiled, "Not bad."

"It has both the scenery and the meaning of the movement of the sun and the moon. It's excellent."

Qi Wuhuo calmed down and wrote down the second couplet.

"The real person is spreading the teachings."

He paused, recalled the two mysterious dreams, and wrote:

"I just realized that there is a dream within a dream, and time flies by like an arrow."

The old man recited the last sentence, stroking his beard and looking at the calm young man.

From this couplet, one can read Qi Wuhuo's insights and gratitude towards him, but it seems that it is due to his experiences in the past few years. Even if he has many emotions in his heart, Qi Wuhuo always expresses very little.

Being mature at a young age is not a blessing.

This often means that you have experienced a lot of suffering in the past.

Only in this way can people grow up in a short period of time.

The old man sighed in his heart and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad."

“Although it seems a bit stingy for a Taoist temple, it also contains your understanding.”

"It's all in this dream."

"It's enough for me to give you a gift."

Qi Wuhuo didn't see any movement before a pill bottle suddenly appeared in the void. It had a thin neck made of white porcelain and a translucent texture. There was a spiritual light coming out of it. Just by smelling the fragrance of the pill when he breathed, Qi Wuhuo felt his body become vaguely active. The old man looked at the bottle of pill, moved his fingers slightly, and quietly wiped off the four cloud seals of [First-level Golden Pill] on the pill bottle.

Then he smiled and said:

"This is... well, let me think, this is the [Life-Extending Pill]."

He gave a plain name, and then said:

"Your soul is too advanced, far exceeding your vital energy and essence. When you practice, no matter how hard you try, your soul will gradually improve. Even if you have the method to refine your vital energy and essence, and you work hard, it will take decades to refine all three. If you want to travel around and see everything, it will not be enough."

"I refined this medicine myself, and it has a mild medicinal property."

"There are fifty in total."

"One pill can extend your life by one year, which means you can live fifty years longer. It is enough to refine the innate Qi."

"By then, your soul, energy, and essence will have been nurtured to an extremely strong level. Once you step into the innate energy, your foundation will be extremely solid."

"If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again."

Qi Wuhuo paused and said, "Extend your life for fifty years?"

The old man smiled and replied, "Yes, it's not too little."

"If you have another adventure and break through early, that would be the best. You can keep this medicine."

"You can take it yourself or give it to others, it's up to you."

"This pill is not for prolonging life. Its effect has nothing to do with realm."

"The innate Qi can also prolong life, and so can the real people in the world."

"Even if you are an immortal official in heaven, you can extend your life after your life span ends."

The old man's tone was calm and indifferent.

Qi Wuhuo immediately realized how precious this gift was.

The tripod, a treasure that the mountain god is proud of, can refine the vitality of the mountains. The spiritual liquid refined from it has the effect of extending one's life by one year. Its further function is to repair hidden injuries of the human body and replenish more vitality. The effect of prolonging life cannot be superimposed. In other words, this kind of spiritual fruit and spiritual liquid can prolong life, and it actually prolongs the acquired lifespan.

The elixir in the old man's hand could probably extend his life.

Even if you have reached the limit of your lifespan, taking one pill can extend your life by one year.

The pill was transformed into the shape of a pill, probably because the old man felt that no matter how indulgent Qi Wuhuo was, he could still cultivate the orthodox Xuanmen and the innate Qi within 50 years of extending his life. If he didn't need the pill, he could give it to someone else. Those living immortals whose lives were about to end would never be stingy in exchanging a great inheritance method, or even a magic weapon or elixir for this pill that could prolong their lifespan.

Therefore, this causal law should be -

I will extend your life by fifty years.

Or perhaps, it is fifty causal opportunities that are enough to form a deep friendship with the true person level.

Anyone who has this pill and pays homage to a major Taoist sect in the mortal world can become a Taoist.

With ten pills, one can obtain the authentic teachings of the founder of the Xuanmen sect. If all of these are handed over to a certain immortal, as long as one's talent is not so low as to be like a rotten wood that cannot be carved, one can be guaranteed to reach a state of innate Qi. Even if one has no talent at all, one can still be guaranteed to be rich and noble for a lifetime, as well as a foundation for the earth for three to five hundred years after death.

Prolonging lifespan without any limit on realm.

Too overbearing.

The old man in front of me sent it away so casually.

Qi Wuhuo said: "I... this gift is too valuable, how can I take it?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "No problem, no problem. Just consider it as your food money for this month."

Qi Wuhuo did not take it, but just said softly: "Don't you like this couplet, old man?"

The old man smiled dumbly and said, "It's not that I don't like it, but it's still not enough for me."

"It's good, but it's more about your own understanding. It's still a little lacking in the ethereal spirit of immortality."

"But this is normal. You have only practiced for a month and you have already gained such insights and seen through the reality of this dream. This is enough for you to receive the gift from me. Just keep it well."

"Then I won't take it for now."

"I'll try to write another one, but this one isn't mine. I've heard it before."

Qi Wuhuo took a step back, bowed, then opened the volume he had just written, took out the paper again, and dipped the pen in ink.

He remembered a passage he had seen in a dream when he was young.

The old man laughed, he knew the character of the child in front of him.

You should always think about writing yourself a couplet that makes you satisfied, right?

The child is a little too serious, but the old man doesn't mind it. Rather, he appreciates such a temperament. However, he doesn't think that the child can write something that will satisfy him.

This [Life-Extending Pill], or should be called [First Transformation Golden Pill].

Although this item is not a big deal in my collection, releasing it would be a great opportunity.

The law of fate has ended.

Unless the ability exceeds his expectations, he will not give anything else no matter what.

Never break your promise.

At this moment, looking at the juniors with a slightly angry attitude, he walked over with a smile on his face to see what he could write.

This time, Qi Wuhuo's writing style was sharper and more free and easy.

When the old man saw the words written above, the smile on his face faded slightly.

When he finished writing a line, the joking expression on his face was gone, and he read slowly:

"The White Jade Palace in the sky has twelve towers and five cities."

"The immortal touched my head."

"Marry me and I will live forever..."

Plain and simple, with a fairy-like calmness.

Coming right at you.

The old man paused and sighed in his heart.

...It was a wrong decision.