Last year, a guest star invaded the constellation Altair.

Morning glory...

Qi Wuhuo quietly digested the rich information in this sentence. The fortune teller held his chin with one hand and looked at the young Taoist in front of him with a smile, as if waiting for him to show the look of surprise he expected. However, Qi Wuhuo's face always maintained a restrained look, with his eyes closed, as if he was in deep thought.

It turned out that I went to heaven...

It turned out that the place where he was meditating that day was the Milky Way in the sky.

No wonder the sun and moon are missing.

No wonder I can’t see the stars even if I look down.

No wonder, after only one year of meditation and Qi circulation, he reached the state of all three talents.

In the end, one year of hard work, even if it was meditation for a whole day, could at most be equivalent to twelve years of hard work of one hour a day. It could never be equivalent to the fifty years of Qigong practice determined by the teacher to reach the realm of the three talents. But the practice of breathing is to swallow and exhale the sun and the moon. Above the Milky Way, swallowing the sun and exhaling the moon, one day of meditation can almost be equivalent to a hundred days of work.

But another question came to Qi Wuhuo's mind.

The circulation of Qi is the movement of Qi.

It will cause some damage to one's own foundation.

So it’s a maximum of one hour a day.

Too much will harm your body.

I have been meditating for a year. According to normal logic, my foundation has already been damaged and my life treasure has been shattered. I can only follow the Yin Shen path of cultivating my nature but not my life, unless... the food I ate that day was enough to make up for the loss of a year of meditating on the Milky Way.

The fortune teller seemed to know what Qi Wuhuo was thinking, and replied lazily: "You eat the wrong food."

He pointed at Qi Wuhuo's body, and said with a tone of envy:

"The host of the ox is evil, but it is also his duty to use the water of the Nine Kans to turn the three stars of the Luo Yan and cultivate the Heavenly Field. There are spiritual objects in it. They look like rice, but they can also be meat. When they are put into boiling water, they become rice. When they rise in the clouds, they become rain. Only when the Golden Crow and the Jade Rabbit urge each other can they be obtained. They are what people call Yellow Buds."

"Yang moves and Yin changes, the yellow buds gradually grow. The five leaves are uneven and the yellow courtyard is formed."

"The pearl buds open, releasing the purple golden flowers. The [divine pills] begin to form, and a clear light shines throughout the universe."

"The body is calm and the rays of light are shining. The inner and outer light are bright, and the Dharma Realm is in harmony."

“What people call [Da Huang Ting], [Da Huang Ya], and [Shen Dan Li] all refer to this thing.”

“It is considered the best quality [Immortal Food], the best item to replenish your foundation, but it is also the most luxurious item.”

Qi Wuhuo asked: "The most luxurious?"

The fortune teller said: "It is the most luxurious."

"This thing needs three hundred years to sprout, three hundred years to grow, three hundred years to mature, and one hundred years to dissipate the dryness before it can be eaten. Now this Niuxiu Star Lord has come to Tiantian, and in a thousand years, he has only accumulated three dou and three liters."

"And you alone ate a full dou and a liter!"

"And I ate so much just to help you make up for the losses you suffered during your escape seven years ago."

The always slovenly fortune teller looked at the Taoist youth in front of him and wanted to say something, but in the end he could only laugh and sigh:

"Even if it enters water and turns into rice, or enters the clouds and turns into rain."

"But even if it turns into rice, there is still 15 kilograms of rice. How can you eat it?"

The young Taoist's face flushed slightly. He sat up straight, his hands on his knees, thought for a moment, and simply replied:

“Because it tastes good…”

The fortune teller was speechless, then shook his head and said, "That is... a reason."

"You haven't eaten anything good."

"The things in this kind of heavenly field absorb the energy of the rotation of the sun and the moon, grow in the glow of the sunset, and need to be watered with the water of the stars flowing in the Milky Way. This means you have enough patience to meditate for a year. If you don't have such patience, no matter how much you eat, most of the energy will dissipate and leave, and it will just be wasted."

But he immediately said: "Of course, the most important thing is that it tastes good."

"The other effects can be compensated by the elixir itself."

“It’s just that there’s no such luxury.”

Qi Wuhuo asked, "Sir, do you know Uncle Yun?"

The slovenly fortune teller sighed, "I recognize him. I always recognize him. Otherwise, why would he ask you to look for me?"

"But I have some friendship with him, and he refused to give me the yellow sprouts."

"You little idiot, why should he give you food?!"

“You still eat so much.”

“Whose face is so big?”

“I didn’t even get to eat any.”

"You eat so much."

"I only ate one liter, but he hid it tightly, as if he were guarding against me as if I were a thief."

"You ate a whole dou and a liter? Fifteen catties!"

"You are a young bull, but you are following an old bull."

"He also has a cow, so is that good for your senses?"

"So, next time I go to him, will he give me more food if I bring two oxen, a bull and a cow?"

This sloppy fortune teller kept muttering why Qi Wuhuo was asked to eat so much and why he was not given any food to eat.

He raised his eyes to look at Qi Wuhuo, brushed his sleeves impatiently, and said:

"You should already know what you want to know, so I won't keep you here any longer. I'll just wait and see..."

"Wait until the night is over."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the heavy rain clouds in the sky calmly, just as Qi Wuhuo saw when he came, with a frown on his face.

Qi Wuhuo said, "Sir, you met a guest yesterday who wanted to calculate how much it would rain today."

The fortune teller said, "Yes."

"It's raining today. I calculated that the rainfall is about 1.3 millimeters short of what I expected, and there are still six hours left today."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Sir, did you calculate wrong?"

"Did I miscalculate?"

The fortune teller suddenly sighed and said calmly:

"He was wrong."

This typo seems to have a very heavy meaning.

After that, he didn't say anything more. Just two sentences were enough for Qi Wuhuo to get a glimpse of the full picture of the matter. Seeing that the fortune teller didn't seem to want to continue talking, he said goodbye and left. He understood in his heart why he was able to reach the level of [Three Talents] just one year later.

Walking on the road, he felt that his inspiration, spirit, energy and essence had reached an extremely perfect state.

Lively and pure.

Feeling happy in my heart.

Thinking of Yunqin's answer, his mind moved naturally, and he had walked to the "city" where merchants gathered in Zhongzhou City. Big cities like Zhongzhou City are divided into "fang" and "shi". "Fang" is where people live, and "shi" is where goods are traded. No mixing is allowed, and there is a curfew every night, so there is the excuse of "opening the market".

The plan was to gather merchants selling similar goods in one market. If you wanted to buy many similar items, you could do it all at once, saving the time of the traveling merchants. However, if you wanted to buy many and varied items, you would have to make several trips. The young man remembered a line of poetry in his dream. "Go to the East Market to buy a fine horse, the West Market to buy a saddle, the South Market to buy a bridle, and the North Market to buy a long whip." That's it.

Perhaps it is because the New Year is approaching, the market is bustling with people coming and going.

There are sugar figurines and candied haws, and on both sides are residential houses. Some open their doors to do business inside, while others set up small stalls within the scope permitted by the court. Starting from the direction of the city wall for several thousand five hundred steps and extending to the bridge, all are places where stalls are allowed. Every night when there is no curfew, the place is always brightly lit and full of the breath of life.

At the fifth watch every day, monks from various temples would ring iron signs or wooden fish at the gates to announce the dawn, and all the gates and markets would then open.

Because it was winter and the sky was still dark, the restaurant lit more candles and sold goods. Each portion was no more than 20 cents, and was accompanied by porridge, rice and snacks.

Occasionally, there are people selling facial cleansing water, boiled soups, teas or medicines until dawn.

The atmosphere of life here is far beyond what a village can match. Qi Wuhuo looked at the people coming and going, as well as the children led by their parents, holding candy figures in their hands, such as gods stepping on clouds and mist, or wearing various masks. The warmth of the mortal world made his heart relax, and his soul turned more slowly. He found a snack vendor selling cakes, and someone came out to greet him, saying, "Little Taoist priest, do you want some candy too?"

"What do you want?"

Qi Wuhuo saw the dazzling array of snacks inside and said gently:

"I want osmanthus cake, divided into two portions."

Thinking of sending some of it to the elves in the mountain, he prepared the work quickly. When Qi Wuhuo took it, he suddenly noticed something strange. His palm once again felt the moist breath that he had sensed in front of the fortune teller's stall yesterday.

And a strange, watery smell.

Is it him?