It was just getting dark, and Qi Wuhuo casually found a place to shelter from the wind and rain. It was a thatched hut on the side of the mountain road, probably built by someone nearby. If there were too much firewood and dry grass and there was no way to move them down the mountain all at once, or if the yard at the foot of the mountain was already full, they would have to be temporarily placed here. There was a simple shed on top, which could somewhat shelter from the wind and rain, and there was also some soft, yellow straw.

The young Taoist took off the sword case and jumped back.

With a deep muffled sound, he lay down on the straw in a big letter shape and closed his eyes comfortably.

The moonlight was clear and the mountains were quiet, and he really liked this feeling.

Exhaling a breath, holding the bird egg in his arms, the young Taoist looked at the moon in the sky, thinking of nothing, just quiet, with stars all over the sky. Suddenly he smiled and said, "The Cowherd is staying there."

"The moon is getting rounder and rounder..."

He looked at the moonlight.

When the full moon night comes, it is time to go find the Mingzhen Dao League.

He lay on the soft pile of straw, thinking about something, and fell asleep in a daze.

There were only the mountains, the moonlight, the wind, and a young man, a Taoist priest, a cultivator.

On the second day, Qi Wuhuo was awakened by the sound of birds singing.

A sparrow landed on his shoulder and pecked the boy's cheek gently. It didn't hurt, or rather, the slight pain was more like a tingling and numb feeling. The young Taoist opened his eyes and stared at the sky for a long time before he stretched himself. This scared the sparrow that was insisting on pulling his hair, and then it jumped on a branch and "scolded" the young Taoist.

Qi Wuhuo stood up, washed his face with the clear spring water in the mountains, and picked some pine nuts to fill his stomach.

Because he still had to go to the Mingzhen Taoist Alliance, he had to stay near Zhongzhou City. After thinking about it, he stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his clothes, and went straight to Zhongzhou City. He also said hello to Chaofeng and Jiaotu.

Chao Feng said, "Oh, little Taoist priest, you haven't come for so long, I thought you were suffering from laziness and couldn't get up!"

Jiaotu said: "Don't pay attention to him, his mouth stinks."

"It's just that you haven't come for a long time and he misses you. These past few days he's been muttering to me every day, 'Little Taoist priest, little Taoist priest, why hasn't the little Taoist priest come yet? It's so annoying."

Chao Feng was furious: "You are talking nonsense! You obviously said too much!"

Jiaotu was furious: "You are talking nonsense! You clearly said it eight hundred times!"

"Then you've said it 1,800 times!"

"You're two thousand eight!"

"Then you'll get three thousand eight!"

The spirits of the two sculptures started quarreling again. In broad daylight, it was more interesting than the mundane world. While quarreling, they did not forget to take time to chat with the young Taoist priest. When Chao Feng knew that he was here for a short stay, he said, "Then you should go to the northwest. There is a Taoist temple there. There is only an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist priest in the temple."

“Although there are some other Buddhist temples and Taoist temples in the city, they are all covered with fog and their spirits are turbid.”

"If they can't recognize us, then they naturally can't recognize you either."

The young Taoist thanked him and left.

Chao Feng shouted, "Little Taoist priest, little Taoist priest."

"You look more like a real person than you did a few days ago!"

“You need to work harder!”

The young Taoist laughed, thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand, clenched his fist and waved it.

Then he cast a spell and blended into the crowd into the city. What he saw was really dazzling, especially the pedestrians coming and going and the vendors selling snacks on both sides of the Nine-Eyed Bridge. The steaming air had a different smell from the mountains. The young Taoist couldn't help but took out a copper coin, took a fried cake and a bowl of porridge.

There are also water lumps cut into thin strips, sprinkled with red chili oil and mixed with rice, which makes a steaming hot meal.

The young Taoist looked at the people coming and going, and slowly walked to the northwest of the city. Sure enough, he found the Taoist temple under an old tree. There was a plaque on the temple with sharp handwriting, with three big characters "Lian Yang Temple" written on it, but it seemed to have been weathered and was mottled. Qi Wuhuo knocked on the door of the Taoist temple, and a delicate-looking young Taoist came out.

Ask him his purpose and invite him in.

Normally, even if you were to hang up a sign at a Taoist temple, you would still have to look at the document, but the old Taoist only took one look at the young Taoist and exclaimed:

"The three talents are complete, which is a rare orthodox sect..."

“You clearly don’t have the innate Qi, but your Yuan Shen Yuan Qi is much stronger than mine.”

"It's my fellow Taoist, please come in."

So Qi Wuhuo stayed in this Taoist temple for a short time.

There was only an old Taoist and a young Taoist priest in the Taoist temple. Apart from the Sanqing Hall, there were the Tianwang Halls on the left and right, and there was also a building.

The building is two stories high, and there is a sword hanging under the plaque.

The young Taoist helped with the sweeping every day, but he never went up to the tower because it was always locked. The old Taoist once explained with a smile: "This tower is called [Lü Zu Tower]. The ancestor of our lineage once received guidance from an immortal named Lü, so he left this tower behind. It cannot be opened unless Lü Zu comes."

When the young Taoist asked the immortal named Lu, the old Taoist just shook his head and said:

"It's been so long since that, I don't even remember it."

"Rather, I wasn't even born at that time, and my ancestor's ancestor was still a young Taoist priest."

"How can I know?"

So Qi Wuhuo had no choice but to suppress his curiosity and those slight guesses.

After stealing the Mingzhen Taoist Alliance's badge, Tan Tai Xuan fled to Zhongzhou. Many of the crimes he committed were near the city. During these days, the young Taoist searched day by day for the family of the person who left a last wish, and then conveyed his regrets and wishes. If the family was far away, he often needed to use the art of earth escape to move forward.

Leave at sunrise and come back only at sunset.

The young Taoist priest from Lianyang Temple was curious.

The old Taoist priest was not curious.

But he also asked the little Taoist Mo Duowen.

Another day, when Qi Wuhuo returned, it was already dusk and he was hungry, but the vendors had closed their doors. When he asked about it, an old man who was pushing a small cart selling small items said, "He, I don't know why, he must have caught a cold, and he was coughing a lot. He didn't want to bring the disease to others, so he had to rest at home."

"Hey, little Taoist priest, you should also pay attention."

"I don't know what's going on lately."

“More and more people are getting sick.”

He also coughed a few times, picked up a five-colored silk thread and said, "This is used to ward off evil spirits. Little Taoist priest, would you like one?"

Qi Wuhuo declined politely.

It is true that during this period of time, it seems that the number of people falling ill is gradually increasing.

The young Taoist had no choice but to endure his hunger and walk back. However, he saw the young Taoist from Lianyang Temple at the corner of the road. The latter also spotted Qi Wuhuo and waved, "Uncle Master Qi, Uncle Master Qi, here, here!"

All the Taoist practitioners in the world are disciples of the Taoist Ancestor. When they meet each other, they just bow and call each other fellow Taoists.

It was just that the old Taoist priest and Qi Wuhuo were equals.

So the young Taoist had no choice but to call him Uncle Master Qi. He felt that the young Taoist was only a few years older than him and was a generation younger than him for no reason, so he was a little unhappy. The old Taoist bought him a candied haws and coaxed him for half an afternoon, then he finally surrendered and honestly called the young Taoist Uncle Master. Later, he got used to it.

Everyone else looked at him sideways.

Qi Wuhuo walked over and saw that it was a porridge shop.

It wasn't a thin porridge, but a very thick one. The young Taoist just smelled it and smelled some medicinal herbs.

It can strengthen the body and ward off evil.

There was a young man in elegant clothes directing the porridge distribution, and he was quite enthusiastic.

The young Taoist Mingxin had been waiting in line for quite some time. When he saw Qi Wuhuo coming, he came out and waited in line behind him.

"Ah, Taoist Priest, it's you."

Suddenly a voice was heard.

Qi Wuhuo turned around and saw a few big men. They were the beggars who lived in the land temple when he first came to Zhongzhou City. They were now wearing clean clothes. It was obvious that they had found a job and came here to have a full meal. They thanked him and said with a smile, "Fortunately, there is not much rain this year. We can endure the cold for a few days less and can go out to work earlier."

"But I haven't received my wages yet, so this meal is really timely."

"This medicinal porridge warms the body and makes people feel much more comfortable."

"Go, go, go, cold."

A few people were chatting and walked closer. The young man in brocade clothes gave Qi Wuhuo a bowl of porridge. Qi Wuhuo looked a little surprised, but he recognized the young man. He thanked him, walked to the side, and walked to the Taoist temple with the little Taoist Mingxin who felt happy. The little Taoist Mingxin staggered and liked the meat porridge very much.

Because you don’t have to wash the rice yourself!

In this way, you can sit under the pine tree and watch the ants.

The young Taoist asked with a smile: "Does the porridge taste good?"

"Um!"

"A cultivator must know medicine. If you don't know medicine, you can't cultivate. So, let me test you. How many medicinal herbs are there in this?"

So the young Taoist Mingxin was at a loss.

"What are these herbs good for?"

Ming Xin seemed about to cry: "Can you recognize it after eating a mouthful of porridge?"

The young Taoist smiled slightly, handed over a candy, stuffed it into Mingxin's mouth, and stopped the little Taoist's tears. He then slowly explained the contents of the porridge, saying, "It's because I know this prescription. To be honest, I thought I was the only one in the world who knew this prescription. Well, I underestimated others. If the master can create it, others can naturally create it too."

“Is this prescription powerful?”

"It's amazing. Sir, he called it [Pingfeng Powder]. I wonder what name the doctor who wrote the recipe and made it into meat porridge gave it."

"It probably won't be that interesting."

"Even if it's the same thing, different people will name it differently."

Ming Xin asked curiously, "Why is it called Pingfengsan?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "The meaning of calling it [Screen Powder] is to use the invisible medicinal power to transform into an invisible jade screen in front of the person's body to resist the entry of evil spirits and diseases into the body. It can just support the positive energy, but not be biased, so that those with weaker bodies can also absorb the medicinal power. The four words "neutral, upright and peaceful" are simple to say, but it is difficult to be a good person or to practice medicine."

Ming Xin nodded and said, "This doesn't sound like something someone your age would say."

The young Taoist touched his head and replied gently, "The person who taught me medicine told me so."

Ming Xin asked curiously, "But, does Uncle Qi know that person just now?"

"You seem to be thinking about it all the time."

Qi Wuhuo said: "Yes, I know him."

It was in a dream.

Five years ago, the current emperor ascended the throne after defeating his elder brother and seizing the throne by using his younger brother to defeat his older brother. The young man just now was the son of the man who failed in the fight for the throne. Qi Wuhuo vaguely remembered that this young man was the second child in his family and he had an older sister, two younger brothers and a younger sister. After his father failed, he was named a prince, but then he became depressed and died soon after.

The title of Prince was inherited by the child.

Soon, the young prince's younger brother had an accident and died when his horse fell into a lake.

Then there is the elder sister who is recorded as "intelligent and cold, decisive, knowledgeable about government affairs, and every time she talks to her father, she sighs and regrets that she is not a man."

This sister seemed to have been poisoned.

After all, it was a dirty thing of the royal family. What puzzled Qi Wuhuo was, had this young man ever been to Zhongzhou?

In Qi Wuhuo's memory of the Yellow Millet Dream, this man was later named a prince. At first, he seemed to have some actions and stirred up some residual waves. But after his eldest sister was poisoned to death in the capital, he has been trapped in Zhongzhou. Although he seems to have great ambitions, he is powerless. Every month or so, he and the current Emperor perform a drama of filial piety to win the hearts of scholars all over the world?

How come you are here?

…

Qi Wuhuo suppressed his curiosity and went back to the Taoist temple with the young Taoist Mingxin. He cleaned and slept in the scripture pavilion. While meditating at night, he suddenly felt a change in his vital energy. The bronze mirror finally lit up again after so many days, and Qi Wuhuo saw the girl again, but today she was wearing white clothes and green skirt.

Her black hair was tied up with a light lotus-colored headband, flowing freely and elegantly, like a green lotus in a pond. However, her face looked a little anxious, and she said hastily:

"No doubt, Uncle Niu was 'out' before, but now he's back."

"It's just that something, something is not quite right..."

"Daddy is not here."

"The Ministry of Fighting and the Lei Mansion have issued an edict. My father has gone to the Ministry of Fighting to review the generals. I am the only one at home. Others don't know what to do..."

Yunqin murmured in a whisper, and Qi Wuhuo soon knew what "not right" meant. The girl reached out and pulled to the side, and pulled over the old ox. The old ox turned into a human body, and floated over leisurely. He also sat upright on a lotus platform, with his hands forming the Three Realms Fearless Seal, and his face was full of desires. He looked like the Buddha statues in the temple.

There is a big light behind the head.

Very eye-catching.

Yunqin stretched out her finger and poked it, and it turned out to be passable.

"What should I do? Uncle Niu has become like this now."

The girl had a sad face.

He poked and poked while having a sad face.

The old cow sat upright on the lotus platform, his eyes transformed into the slender and large soft arcs of the Buddha statue in the temple, with a red light between his eyebrows, and said:

"Amitabha, the original form is not a form, why do you cling to it so much?"

The young Taoist said a lot of words and tried many methods, but the old cow sat upright on the lotus platform, with a light behind its head like that of a Bodhisattva.

The statue with kind eyes is on the lotus platform.

He is called the Great Bull King Bodhisattva.

Finally, the young Taoist pondered, stretched out a finger, and said:

"Uncle Niu."

"I wrote a second chapter for the previous article [Seven Secrets]!"

Then the kind-hearted expression of "Bodhisattva the Great Bull King" suddenly froze.