Hong Kong Zongli Monks

Chapter 223 First contact with the world

In the afternoon, Zhixing returned to the wooden house with two pheasants in his hand, and mainly took things out in the space, which is a bit unreasonable.

There is nothing in the kitchen, and fresh chicken is suddenly brought out. You may not doubt it at first, but if you think about it carefully, you will be curious.

"Why are you back so soon?"

Back at the cabin, it was a surprise that they came back early, maybe they didn't go out at all in the afternoon.

"I'm so tired. After walking a few steps, my feet start to feel sore and weak, as if they're useless!"

Michikong shouted first.

"You guys need to exercise more in the future. Young people say they're tired after walking a little bit, so what can they do!"

"It's difficult, mainly because we don't have much motivation. We are already satisfied by living to the age of 60!"

The two of them slumped on the kitchen chairs like dead snakes. When they heard the exercise, Mi Qikong yelled again.

"Sixty years old? It's too short. Maybe the world is more exciting and I won't be able to see it!" Zhixing shook his head and said.

"It's fine to live to be 60 years old!" Su Dinghai also said calmly.

"When you live to be 59, you won't think that way!" Zhixing looked at them and said with a smile.

"That's right, I don't know what I will think at that time, maybe I will miss it!" The two were silent for a while, and Su Dinghai said.

Zhixing didn't say a word, started working as a nanny, killed two pheasants, plucked their feathers, and opened their stomachs.

Cut it into pieces, put it in a small pot to simmer, and then put the rice down to cook.

"Brother, are you going hunting today, why don't you take me to have a look?"

Seeing that Zhixing was busy, he saw the pheasant, Mi Qikong asked in surprise.

"No, I had something to do when I went out. I saw it when I came back, so I caught two of them!"

Zhixing kept his hands on, talking on his lips.

"There are pheasants caught like this? We haven't seen one in a few days!" Mi Qikong said regretfully.

"I'm not looking down on you, even if you see it, if you don't have tools, you may not be able to catch it!" Zhixing said seriously.

"That's right!" Mi Qikong said with an embarrassed smile.

That's right, the two of them can't even catch chickens on the ground, but can they catch flying pheasants?
After a pause, Mi Qikong asked again: "How did you catch it?"

"I can catch them with my hands. I often walk in the mountains. I have to learn a few skills, otherwise I will starve to death!" Zhixing said with a smile.

For more than an hour, we ate a plate of chicken and vegetables in a wooden house in the wild.

Look at the night view, brag, drink some beer, and at midnight, they have gone back to another house to rest.

Zhixing closed the door, took out the ring he picked up today, and first carefully took out the bamboo slips.

Fortunately, his ring is also in a vacuum state, well protected, undamaged, and kept intact.

Moreover, those bamboo slips were made by myself, probably after the Song Dynasty.

The fonts are all in traditional Chinese characters. If there are bamboo slips from the pre-Qin period, I may not even recognize them.

Now Zhixing can recognize the characters on the bamboo slips in my hand, and I am still complaining, don’t I know how to use paper? I am still afraid that paper books will rot easily!
Thinking about it, what Zhixing wants most is ancient information, to learn more about the strength of previous practitioners.

Are those cultivators dead, or have they moved somewhere else?

Opening a bamboo slip, it turned out to be the practice of fireball technique. Compared with the fireball technique he practiced, although it was a bit different, it was not much different.

With a small change, in terms of power, I have cultivated even more, it seems useless, put it in the space.

He picked up another bamboo slip, which recorded some practice experience, the highest is the experience of the foundation building period, which is somewhat useful.

Now that I don't have time to look at it, I put it back into the ring and took out another one to look at it.

Destined person, when you saw this ring, I had already collapsed,…………

Although it is not very habitual to read vertically, some books in Taoist temples are also read vertically, and they are in traditional characters, so they can barely read them.

It turned out that his name was Ouyang Delin. He was born in the late Song Dynasty. He was originally a scholar.

I found a private school in my hometown to teach and support my family.

Occasionally, in an old bamboo slip, I saw an article about the Tuna technique of Qi practitioners in the pre-Qin period. After practicing it, I felt refreshed.

Gradually fell in love with practice, and slowly embarked on the road of cultivating immortals.

Later, when the Yuan Dynasty was established, there were killings and robbers everywhere, and the chaos was even worse than the troubled times. Everyone was so poor that they ate grass roots to save their lives, and naturally there were no students.

At that time, he was also a neat family, with an old man on top and a young man on the bottom. The food was robbed by the army, and there was a famine, so the whole family went on the road to escape.

Just walking with thousands of people, all lost in the chaos.

From Zhixing's point of view, if he hadn't escaped, with his own strength, he would have made up his mind to rob the big family. Wherever he moved, the whole family might live well.

It's a pity that this guy is bookish, puts his etiquette first, and hides his strength. In the end, his family scattered everywhere, and it took him two years to find his father.

At that time, a leg was broken and he was begging on the street.

As for whether the others are dead or alive, they don't know.

In order to take care of my father, I had to stop and live in a small town.

In the end, the old father died a year later. If he hadn't used his true energy to stay alive, he might have died long ago.

After the burial, he embarked on a journey to find his family.

At that time, the family was walking with thousands of refugees, so how could it be easy to find them if they got separated?

In a flash, I have traveled all over the country in ten years, met many practitioners, and their strength is getting higher and higher. Unfortunately, my family members have never been found.

After that, I also put out my desire to search, and devoted myself wholeheartedly to the practice.

The cave he entered today was not dug by him. It had already existed. It was a retreat place for cultivators. However, when he found it, the cultivator had also passed away.

And he also inherited the legacy of a cultivator, and he did not go to other places. He settled down here and lived a life of an ascetic monk.

The space ring is also inherited from that cultivator, as well as the cultivation techniques.

He also practiced together, and finally cultivated to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and lived for more than 200 years. By the middle of Ming Dynasty, the aura was already thin, and it was impossible to break through the golden elixir.

In the end, he waited for death in seclusion. His life disappeared in this black hole in the mountains, and he died silently.

That is to say, after 500 years, the bamboo slips can still be maintained so well.

After watching his life, Zhixing was deeply moved. He lived his whole life, so would he end up in the same way in the future?

He was able to cultivate to the late stage of foundation establishment, because the breathing technique of Qi practitioners in the pre-Qin period played a big role. If he practiced really, it would be good to reach the foundation establishment stage.

It seems that since the Yuan Dynasty, it has been very difficult for practitioners to cultivate to the golden elixir stage. Even if there was a golden elixir stage in that period, they were all cultivated in the Song Dynasty, and they should have all sat down by now.

Unless you are Nascent Soul or above, you may not live until now.

However, it can be seen from Ouyang Delin's introduction that there were still many practitioners in the Yuan Dynasty.

In the Ming Dynasty, although I seldom go out, I still meet some friends. When it comes to cultivators, I seldom see them, and I don’t know if they are dead or living in seclusion.

(End of this chapter)