Qi Wuhuo only wrote these four sentences and then picked up his pen.

The old man stroked his beard and recited the couplet, or should it be four lines of poetry, feeling that the words were simple and elegant, and suddenly he laughed to himself, but with some joy in his heart, and said with a smile: "You still can't be too sure of what you say."

"Wuhuo, did you write this?"

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said frankly: "I don't have such talent."

"This is a poem I saw in my dream, written by a Buddhist called Qinglian. I haven't heard of his poems from anyone else, so it should be okay to make a couplet."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled:

"good."

Then he said regretfully: "It seems that I can't give you this pill."

The old man swept his sleeves and collected the longevity elixir on the table. He then reached into his sleeve and took out something, which was a scroll of scriptures. It was made of simple and ancient material, and the words on it were all the same as those on the mountain god's talisman. They were like clouds, changing constantly, as if demonstrating the wonderful principles of the Tao.

The words rise and fall, as if they are about to fly out of the book and turn into flying birds, clouds, moonlight, and so on.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "In that case, this thing is for you."

“This is the first of all dharmas. If ordinary people practice it, they can achieve the state of the three flowers gathering at the top of their heads and the state of the five energies returning to the origin.”

"Understand the secrets of heaven, understand everything, and know the changes."

"Mystical and magical skills, free and mysterious."

"If you practice hard, you can become a real person in the world within a hundred years. If you are willing to receive the imperial edict from the Emperor of Heaven, you can also become an immortal official. That's all. If you practice hard and have the opportunity, you will be called a star god and Yuan Lord in the future. It is not impossible for a Taoist temple to worship you in the world. By then, you can be free and easy, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening. How do you do it?"

Directly preach the scriptures and the Dharma.

Such a classic would become the top core inheritance among the major Taoist sects in the world today.

If the previous elixir could only bring freedom to one person, then this scripture could open up a lineage of Dharma that would last for a thousand years.

Now it is placed directly in front of Qi Wuhuo.

Qi Wuhuo naturally hoped to obtain this scripture, but he still asked:

"Is the old man satisfied?"

The old man stroked his beard for a long time and replied with a smile: "It is full of immortal spirit, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary people to write."

"But after all, it was written by one person. In my opinion, it has enough immortality. But I always feel that if it was written by a talented disciple, it could be collected by me, but it would not sound good as my Dao couplet."

The boy was puzzled.

The old man smiled calmly and replied:

"The universe is so vast, and no one dares to speak of it from ancient times to the present."

"Grant me immortality."

Qi Wuhuo opened his mouth and suddenly felt that this poem was inappropriate.

"And being grand is not enough. There are also some Taoist sects in the world that write various couplets on their mountain gates, such as this one..."

The old man tapped casually with his fingers.

A drop of water flew out of the teacup and then turned into a picture. In an instant, the wind and waves flowed, and the surroundings seemed to have come to the top of a mountain. Qi Wuhuo was stunned, and looked around. He saw towering mountains and a brilliant sky, as if immortals lived there. Some people turned into escaping lights, coming and going like lightning. The highest point of the clouds turned out to be a Taoist temple, simple and ordinary, with a couplet in front of it.

Qi Wuhuo widened his eyes and looked around.

His usually calm face now revealed a hint of youthful eagerness to try.

The old man smiled and said, "You come and try it."

Before Qi Wuhuo knew what this sentence meant, he sensed a mysterious feeling, as if he could control the picture generated by this drop of water. So he subconsciously moved his soul, and the picture instantly zoomed in, passing through the layers of mysterious Taoist temples on the mountain top and coming to the front of the simple Taoist temple.

Some of them were meditating.

In front of it is a couplet.

Tao penetrates yin and yang, and the three realms are connected by spirits and the Ksitigarbha.

Clouds are across Mount Tai and all the mountains bow down to worship the Heavenly Lord!

Grand in spirit.

Qi Wuhuo controlled the scene with his own soul, causing it to hover above the Taoist temple. Seeing the flowers blooming and falling, and the blue clouds and waves, he was delighted for a moment. However, his cultivation was not enough after all, and he was unable to control himself when he moved forward to look at the couplet.

A breath of air leaked out.

In an instant, the drop of water could no longer maintain its original round shape and burst apart.

Between the cracks, Qi Wuhuo seemed to see the Taoist who was meditating in the Taoist temple seemed to wake up and wanted to open his eyes.

However, Qi Wuhuo did not see him open his eyes, but he saw the surrounding scenes shattering, and he had a vague feeling of falling from the sky. He saw all things abandoning him, and the clouds and rays of light collapsed. His face turned slightly pale, and with a sweep of his sleeves, even the white paper with the poem written on the table flew up and fell, and actually fell into the sea of ​​clouds, blue waves, and the Taoist temple.

Qi Wuhuo almost thought that he was going to fall, and subconsciously reached out to grab the sleeve of the old man next to him, but suddenly he felt a chill between his eyebrows, and suddenly he realized that it was a drop of tea that fell, that's all.

The old man laughed.

The young man blushed slightly, loosened his grip on the old man's sleeve, and said, "I'm just a little... afraid of heights."

After all, he still showed the spirit of youth in front of the old man. He raised his hands and wiped his forehead roughly, then sat up straight, holding up his face, looking straight ahead, but his ears were red.

"A little bit."

The old man laughed loudly and pointed his finger at him:

“Great, great!”

"I have never seen a mountain god who was afraid of heights."

Qi Wuhuo moved his lips, not knowing what to say.

The old man turned over this section and did not continue to tease the mature child. Instead, he stroked his beard and smiled:

"You saw the couplet just now. Many Taoist sects in the world have this style."

"Either you worship the Heavenly Lord or you worship the Nine Heavens. It's not that they are bad, but I just don't like them very much."

"It's as if you have a fortune at home and you have to tell the world about it."

"If it's not of this style, then it's like [Taiyue opens up the universe, watching the purple sky rise, the golden palace is full of clouds, and the sound of the clear bells is always deafening], [The wind is gentle and the principles are harmonious, the ambition of hegemony disappears, the immortals' traces disappear in the water, and the righteous path of the ages is always in my mind], which is not cool enough."

“It should be peaceful and calm, and elegant and graceful, but not too complicated and boring.”

"Is it possible for Wuhuo to do it?"

"Especially if it's from my own perspective."

The old man looked at him jokingly and made things difficult for him.

However, this volume of scripture must be given to him seriously, as it can serve as a basis for his protection.

The young man thought about it and suddenly said, "Okay."

The old man was surprised.

Qi Wuhuo recalled briefly, and it was still the words in the dream.

In one volume of stories, a couplet was written by a Taoist priest named Zhen Yuanzi.

That was just what I saw in a dream. The words in the story are imaginary and not real, so it's okay.

His magical powers were immense, but the old man before him was no less powerful than him.

Qi Wuhuo picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

The old man was surprised, stroked his beard and lowered his eyes, and saw the young man writing something and reading:

"The Immortal Palace of Immortality."

"A Taoist family with a long life span equal to the heaven."

Is it overbearing? Not overbearing, just an ordinary person.

But that kind of calmness, the slow narration, the grand spirit, the vast feeling of immortality almost fills the paper.

Live forever and live as long as the sky.

We are just an ordinary family.

The words are not as good as the previous one, but the spirit and charm are truly that of a Taoist master.

Take your time.

Magnificent.

The old man stroked his beard and recited several times, then suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Good, the best!"

"I like it very much!"

"It seems like I won't be able to give you this scroll of scriptures, hahaha."

The old man stretched out his hand, took the scroll of Taoist scriptures, and then stroked Qi Wuhuo's head, overjoyed and said:

"Now, I will remember your name!"

"Three days later, I will go to see someone."

"At that time."

"You come with me, Wuhuo."

"I won't give you the elixir or the magic, but the gift I give you is a destiny. How about that?!"