Chapter 60: One Bow, Three Incenses



As his voice fell, the girl in the mirror visibly stiffened, and then seemed to sway backwards and almost sit on the ground, making a thud, followed by a sound of gasping for air as if she had bumped into something, a sound of panic, and finally, with a bang, the girl suddenly appeared and came very close:

"All of you... all of you without doubt?"

She seemed to have stepped back in surprise and bumped into something, with some dust on her face, but her eyes were bright:

"You learned it?!"

"You learned it so quickly!"

"You really are a genius!"

Qi Wuhuo nodded, thought for a moment, and replied gently, "I think I have learned it."

The girl over there seemed to be filled with joy, she cheered, and was about to speak when ripples suddenly appeared on the mirror surface, and then dispersed, and the magic light disappeared. Qi Wuhuo suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion from the loss of his vitality and spirit, and even there was a slight pain in his brow, and he groaned.

The mirror fell down and landed on the boy's sleeve.

Qi Wuhuo did not make too much noise, even though the intense pain was tearing his brows apart. After all, the others were still sleeping. He just made hand seals and breathed in and out to nourish his spirit and cultivate his life.

The slight stinging pain between my eyebrows took a long time to slowly fade away.

Qi Wuhuo opened his eyes after a long time, and said in a calm voice:

"My cultivation is... not enough."

"To cultivate one's nature and life, to cultivate both nature and life, if one's foundation is not strong enough, even if one can learn thousands of spells and magical powers, it will be useless."

Qi Wuhuo talked to himself.

He stroked the mirror with his fingers and suddenly said, "But, we should tell her the situation... so that she won't worry."

The young Taoist lowered his eyes, recalling the scripture he had just read, and thought: "If people want to see images, they have to use their eyes and the spiritual light of their eyes. But if they want to communicate, they don't necessarily have to see each other in person..."

Qi Wuhuo stared at the scripture and spell, pondered it carefully, and finally became thoughtful.

"In this case, we only need to rely on the method of flow and transformation and this magic weapon."

"Just write the words on it and pass them over."

Qi Wuhuo circulated his vital energy, placed his fingers on the mirror, and slowly wrote with his vital energy and soul.

[My current cultivation is not good enough, and I cannot use this method at will, but I will try to use the basic operation method of this method and just send a message to you. Before my cultivation is sufficient, perhaps I can only communicate in this way.]

[This method is not difficult. I will record it here.]

This mirror is extremely mysterious. The words written on it rotate and disappear immediately. The words turn into streams of light and disappear into the mirror, and then reach a very distant place again.

Finally, Qi Wuhuo wrote down: "Today I said goodbye to my teacher and saw many things."

"From now on, I have to walk this path by myself, and see the world in my own way."

"When I passed by Juyun Mountain, I met many interesting mountain elves. They showed me the way and brought me to the city. The mountains look very beautiful after the rain, and they are covered with mist. I was originally in Zhongzhou, but it was snowing. But it is raining here, which is also very mysterious. The mountain elves talked about many interesting topics."

"When they talk about the brilliant flowers in spring and the mist flowing over the mountains and rivers in the mornings of autumn and winter, they will open their mouths and let the mist flow across their mouths like silk, and then laugh and play happily together."

"They said their favorite is osmanthus cake. If I have the chance, I will buy some for them..."

Qi Wuhuo paused and felt that just writing about what he saw and heard was a bit too self-centered.

He was a man of restrained character, so he thought for a moment and wrote:

"Do you like osmanthus cake?"

"It smells fresh and tastes sweet."

"If you like it, I'll bring it to you next time I have a chance to go."

"Good luck."

"Qi Wuhuo."

He raised his finger, and there seemed to be a faint spiritual energy spreading in the void. Qi Wuhuo grasped it slightly and realized that most of the consumption was actually borne by this mirror. If only words were used, with his current cultivation and realm, he could bear this magical power.

Finally, I casually added a sentence after the spell I wrote behind the mirror.

He has some youthful mentality.

——[My cultivation is very low, and I cannot use it as I wish, so I made some modifications and created it myself]

——【Qi Wuhuo puts pen to paper】

Come to think of it, it would be interesting if one day my name was included in the magic spells used by many people.

After waiting for a long time, the girl still didn't reply.

Qi Wuhuo had no choice but to put the mirror away.

Close your eyes and meditate.

Peacefully and quietly immersed in it.

The surroundings did not bother him.

On the second morning, when the beggars woke up, they stretched themselves and felt full of energy. The pains brought by their previous experiences seemed to have been swept away. Looking at the sunshine outside, they felt that with such good weather today, something good would happen. Their hearts changed and their spirits became different.

Then I realized that what had changed around me was not just the warmth of the sun, but that the land temple had been cleared.

All the things that were originally piled up in a mess have been cleaned up.

The debris piled up in the corners was used to prop up the walls with some gaps, making them much warmer and cleaner.

The beggar wiped his eyes, stood up and pushed open the door. He saw people coming and going outside. The young Taoist got a broom from somewhere and swept the floor quietly. He had already cleaned up the room. The beggar laughed subconsciously, "This, this is just a land temple. No one is here. No one will thank you for doing this."

The boy replied in a gentle voice: "Don't you live here?"

The beggar froze, and for some reason he felt he couldn't speak.

"Besides, since the God of Land has taken me in for one night, it is only right for me to sweep the snow in front of his house."

The young Taoist lowered his head and finished sweeping the floor.

I stood up and looked at the statue in the land temple. I saw that it seemed that no one had taken care of the statue for a long time. There were cobwebs on it and it was covered with dust. The old land god statue, which originally looked at the outside with a smile, now had a more ancient and forgotten feeling.

Dilapidated and lonely.

While Qi Wuhuo was looking at the land statue, a beggar who had just woken up yawned. When he stood up, he suddenly staggered and fell to the ground. He fainted, which caused the other beggars to shout and rush forward. As they were crying, they heard the Taoist youth say, "Can you make way for me?"

"Let me take a look..."

The beggar leader asked: "You know medicine?!"

"Well, I learned it from a gentleman before."

Qi Wuhuo answered, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and asked: "What do you do for a living?"

The man with a relatively strong frame hesitated and said, "I am a poor man, and I have my own reasons. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Now, I am doing odd jobs in the city. If there is a place that provides food, I will eat there. If not, I will have to beg on the street. It is winter and it is raining and snowing heavily. It has been very cold in the past few days. It is difficult to do any physical work. I was planning to do some work today..."

Qi Wuhuo said: "So that's how it is..."

After taking the pulse, he raised his hand.

"The energy is weak, the spirit is exhausted, and the body is also much weaker."

"It's very easy to cure."

The man asked anxiously: "What happened to my brother?! Little Taoist priest, do you have any ideas? Let's find a solution..."

“There is always a way!”

Qi Wuhuo put his hand into his arms, and then asked the man to stretch out his hand.

He placed five large coins in the man's palm and said with a smile:

"All you need to do is go out and find a vendor selling steamed buns, and buy three or five steaming buns that are fresh out of the pot."

The man held up five large coins: "Ah?!"

The lying beggar said, "I'm so hungry..."

Everyone paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. The man's face turned red, and he kicked him and shouted:

"You bastard, you scared me to death!"

He immediately got up and ran outside, pushed open the door, and a bustling sound rushed in. The world is bustling with troubles, but it also seems lovely. The young Taoist stood up, his sleeves fluttering, and took three more incense sticks. He bowed slightly to the statue of the old land god, and then burned incense to thank him for taking him in and sheltering him that night.

The man spent all the five coins on buying many steamed buns. He also spent some of his own money on buying a meat bun. But he was a little worried that the Taoist would despise the buns since he had bought them with the money he had begged as a beggar. But when he came back, the young Taoist was gone. His joyful expression froze. He asked those people, but no one noticed when the young Taoist left.

Just go and grab the buns to eat.

The man was furious: "Eat, eat, eat, all you know is to eat!"

“Where are the people?!”

Everyone just said they didn't know.

Only in front of the statue of the land, there were three pillars of fragrance. The three pillars of fragrance were blown continuously by the wind, curling up to the top.

The land smiles at the world ahead.

But the statue was shaking slightly and some cracks appeared on it.

In this mortal world, a young Taoist priest wears a blue Taoist robe with a sword case on his back. The warm and cool winter sun shines on the young man's body.

Taking a steamed bun and stuffing it into his mouth, he walked slowly into the world of mortals.

“Mm, it’s delicious.”

There was a crowd of people on the boy's side.

A carriage passed by him in the opposite direction.

Inside the carriage, an extraordinarily beautiful girl suddenly woke up, her face pale, as if she had had a nightmare that she could not get rid of.

The young man sitting in front was startled when he saw this, then a concerned look appeared on his face and he said:

"Did you have that nightmare again?"

"Sister Qiongyu."


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