Drunk Immortal Gourd

Qingyang looked at the tall monk in confusion. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember who this person was. He didn't know many monks in total, and none of them seemed to be related to the iron tower-like monk in front of him. Judging from his figure, he is comparable to Pi Yingxiong from the animal training family. Could it be that Pi Yingxiong's son became a monk here?

Old Taoist Songhe next to him couldn't stand it any longer, coughed and said, "This is Xuanzhu, the young disciple of old monk Kongji."

Xuanzhu? A young novice monk suddenly appeared in Qingyang's mind, but he couldn't match the iron tower-like monk in front of him. Qingyang didn't understand how the young monk who was just an ordinary boy turned into such a strong man. He didn't know what he had gone through over the years. There was no trace of his original appearance.

Qingyang covered up his embarrassment and said: "It's Xuanzhu. You have changed so much over the years that I didn't even recognize you. We haven't seen you for several years and you are a head taller than me."

"Hehe, yes, you have changed a lot." Xuanzhu said with a silly smile.

Before the two of them could continue talking, Old Taoist Songhe suddenly grabbed Qingyang, smacked his lips and said, "My good disciple, you came all the way back and you didn't bring me any gifts? Master, I haven't had any wine these years. Drinking, my mouth almost turned into a bird."

Qingyang smiled and said: "I heard you just now saying that you cheated that person's money to buy wine. Life is not so carefree anymore, how can you be short of wine?"

Seeing that his apprentice was not talking about business, Taoist Songhe slapped him on the head, then dragged Qingyang away and said, "Stop being so nagging, hurry up and get into the house and get me all the good wine you have."

The three of them entered the side door. Monk Xuanzhu closed the door and went back to report to his master. Taoist Songhe dragged Qingyang all the way to a small courtyard behind Qinglong Mountain.

After entering the house, Qingyang took out several jars of the latest brewed Hou'er Spirit Wine. While drinking, the two of them talked about their respective experiences after being separated for many years. Old Taoist Songhe was just an ordinary person, and he could only drink some of the latest brewed wine. For spiritual wines, if the wine is too old, there will be problems.

Such good wine, and the reunion of master and apprentice after ten years, the two couldn't help but drink more, chatting while drinking, drinking until dark, Master Songhe fell into a deep sleep, and even Qing Qing Yang also got drunk for a rare occasion and lay beside his master all night.

The next morning, Monk Xuanzhu came over with Master Kongji, a one-armed old monk. The old monk Kongji is old and has lost an arm, so he has stopped doing things these years. He is practicing in a small courtyard not far from Songhe Old Road. Yesterday Xuanzhu told him about Qingyang's return. , Old Monk Kongji knew that their master and disciple were reunited and they had too much to say, so he did not come to disturb them. It was not until this morning that he came to visit with his disciple.

Seeing Qingyang and seeing the unearthly aura on Qingyang's body, it seemed that he was no different from the immortal masters Xiping and Xining he met in the secret land. The great monk Kongji couldn't help but sigh: "That trip to the secret land." I still remember it so vividly, I never imagined that when we meet ten years later, you will also become Qingyang Immortal Master."

Qingyang quickly waved his hand and said: "Master Kongji has been friends with my master for decades, and he has been taking care of my master these years. He is also my elder. Don't call me that."

Monk Kongji nodded and said, "Is Qingyang coming back this time just to see the master?"

Qingyang said: "I can't worry about Master. I have been dependent on Master since I was a child. Later, when I encountered the opportunity to cultivate as an immortal, Master gave him to me, while he continued to live in the secular world. I can't forget it, and I can't leave it behind. , I have always dreamed that one day, I can continue to live and practice together with Master, and move forward hand in hand on the path of cultivating immortality."

Master Kongji raised his head and said: "My child, it is human nature not to forget your master, but you are so persistent that you can't let go. You are already a demonic obstacle."

Old Taoist Songhe also said: "Disciple, I have looked away a long time ago. I have also copied a copy of the longevity formula. Kong Ji and Xuanzhu and I have also tried to practice it over the years, but it has no effect. It shows that I have no Qualifications in this area. What's more, you also said that only by reaching the foundation building stage can you increase your lifespan. Those who cannot reach it will never be able to escape the category of mortals. You have been cultivating for ten years and are still far away from that position. At my age. Is there any hope?"

"No matter how slim the hope is, you have to give it a try before you are willing to do it." Qingyang said.

This time Qingyang brought the soul-measuring plate back just for the obsession in his heart. At this time, he did not shy away from Monk Kongji and Xuanzhu. He took it out directly and helped Old Taoist Songhe take a test.

The result is naturally that there is no spiritual root. Very few people in the world have immortal roots. It is already rare for Qingyang to appear among them. Qingyang was unwilling to give in and tested Songhe Lao Dao several times. He even tried it with Monk Kongji and Xuanzhu, but the results were the same.

The master has no spiritual roots. It seems that all the preparations he has made are useless. The only thing he can do now is to extend the life of the master as much as possible so that he can live a happy and free life without any illness or disaster. .

After the test, Qingyang put away the Ouija board without changing his expression, and continued to reminisce with Master Jikong and Monk Xuanzhu, but everyone could tell that Qingyang was forcing a smile. Master Jikong and Xuanzhu were so bored that they had no choice but to say goodbye.

After that, Qingyang lived in his master's small courtyard, spending time with his master when he had nothing to do. When he got addicted to alcohol, he would taste monkey spirit wine with his master. Occasionally, he would invite old monk Kong Ji to keep him company. The old monk Kongji has profound Buddhist teachings, but is not as rigid as the monk Xuanzhu. He does not resist the spiritual wine brought out by Qingyang, and does not care at all that this is the pure land of Buddhism.

During this period of time, Qingyang stewed a pot of porridge with blood lotus roots and watched his master eat it with his own eyes. Qingyang did not tell Song He the details of the blood lotus roots. He only said that it had the effect of prolonging life for the elderly. However, after taking it, Song He He Laodao obviously felt that his health was much better. His physical fitness and energy in all aspects seemed to be back ten years ago, and the elixir was nothing more than that.

Qingyang tried to communicate with Songhe Laodao that he could live in the Drunken Immortal Gourd space, and he also had a monkey in it. He hoped that Songhe Laodao could go with him, and he would have no worries from now on. However, Old Taoist Songhe firmly refused, saying that he had lived a carefree life, and if he followed Qingyang, he would lose his freedom and it would be like being in prison.

In fact, Qingyang understood very well that Songhe Laodao's unrestrained temperament was only one aspect. The more important reason was that the master did not want to drag him back and become a burden to his disciple. Old Taoist Songhe refused, so Qingyang had no choice but to give up this plan.