Fellow practitioners who live in this mortal world with their beauty

Among the mountains and ravines, there is a mountain that is no more than a hundred meters high, and there are many trees in the mountain.

The top of the mountain is not big, but there is a Taoist temple, which is in disrepair and is crumbling.

"The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao. The name can be named, but it is not named. The beginning of the nameless heaven and earth is the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always no desire to observe its wonders, and there is always desire to observe its beauty...

Every day when the sun rises, melodious chanting can be heard in the mountains, rain or shine, and it has never stopped for two years.

An old scripture was placed on the stone table. In front of the stone table was a Taoist boy in ragged clothes. He stood up from the stone bench and stretched.

"I finally finished my morning class today, but I still don't feel the magic power. I already knew that I'm not a Taoist, but the dead ghost master still fooled me. Is there such a thing as a fairy fate?"

The Taoist boy muttered, patted the broken Taoist robe with an annoyed look, and walked towards the door of the Taoist temple. The door panel was skewed and deformed and could not be opened and closed normally.

On the right side of the gate, the wall collapsed, leaving a gap, and a fence was made with branches and sticks to facilitate the entry and exit of the Taoist boys.

Why, even if I fell from the sky to this shabby Taoist Temple, I wouldn't even give it a chance to walk through the main entrance.

There are not many halls in the Taoist temple. The plaque on the main hall is severely corroded. The words "三清" can be faintly seen, and the words behind it have long been eaten away by moths.

The tiles were in pieces, the sunlight filtered through the gaps, and the temple was stained. The statues had also lost their color, leaving only three bare clay embryos.

The altar table is missing a leg, and the lower part is supported by stones. Three slender branches are inserted into the incense burner above to keep the incense burning.

The Taoist boy checked the branches and found that the lower part of one was rotten and stood crookedly.

"Maybe the person next to you is a little dissatisfied. I'll change it to a thicker branch for you."

The side hall has long since collapsed, leaving only ruins, and several side rooms connected to the walls are also crumbling.

The Taoist boy finished changing the incense and walked into a fairly neat side room. The furnishings in the room were very simple. Against the wall was a wooden bed made of wooden boards, covered with shabby bedding.

"To cultivate immortality, you have to endure loneliness, endure purity, and have access to a wooden bed and a kitchen."

There are two elm boxes in the corner. One is for the clothes and bedding of the little Taoist boy, and the other is for the items left by the dead ghost master. There are broken pots and pans on the small table.

The little Taoist boy murmured while bending down to rummage in the box. He actually took out a pistol, posed in a few cool poses, and casually pinned it to his waistband.

In fact, Xiao Daotong is not considered a person here. To be precise, he should not appear in this world.

After Zhao Sanbao graduated from university, he was assigned to work in the Municipal Museum. The job was relaxing and enviable.

However, one day when he was working the night shift, he discovered that a thief had entered the museum. The young and strong Zhao Sanbao thought he could subdue the thief, but after a fight, although he successfully took the gun from the other person's hand, the thief knocked him unconscious with a statue of a god. .

After waking up, he found himself lying in the main hall of the Taoist temple, possessed by a teenage beggar.

Maybe this little guy is a member of the Taoist temple, or maybe he wants to come to the Taoist temple to steal food. Anyway, whether he died of starvation or was taken away by Zhao Sanbao's soul, this body belongs to Zhao Sanbao from now on.

The dying abbot of the Taoist temple did not expect that when he was about to die, God would send a living person, a visitor from outside the world who could inherit the incense of the Taoist temple.

Holding back his last breath, he accepted Zhao Sanbao as his disciple. He said that Sanbao had a great affinity with immortals and taught him Taoist breathing skills. He left behind a book of scriptures and an empty brocade bag. He closed his eyes and stretched his legs, and hurriedly drove He was heading west, as if he couldn't catch the No. [-] bus.

Zhao Sanbao initially thought that he could be like other time travellers, high-spirited and dominate another world.

Relying on the food left by the dead ghost master, I don't have to worry about hunger and fullness for the time being. I practice the breathing technique desperately. Although I can't fly in the clouds, my body is still strong.

He discovered that breathing and breathing techniques could only strengthen his body but could not allow him to possess spells, so he began to desperately explore the scriptures, only to find that it was just an ordinary scripture book.

Sanbao was greatly discouraged, but he did not give up. In line with the principle of reading it a hundred times to see its meaning, he recited the scriptures in morning classes every day, rain or shine, hoping that one day he would be able to suddenly understand the magic.

Although the hill is not high, it is located in a wilderness, surrounded by mountains, and full of venomous snakes and wild animals. Zhao Sanbao always brings a gun with him every time he goes out, just in case of accidents.

There is a small ditch at the foot of the mountain, including a creek. It is crystal clear, but there are also many swimming fish.

Zhao Sanbao built a dam with stones, leaving a hole in the middle for fish baskets.

When he came to this world, Zhao Sanbao discovered that the fish here were very stupid. They swam along the flowing water to the stone dam, and refused to swim back when there was no exit. They stuck to the stone and plunged into the fish basket, so there were some fish here every day. reward.

The water surface was flowing slowly. Zhao Sanbao was carrying a wooden bucket and, with bare feet, he just took out the fish basket and heard the sound of fish tails crackling inside. After pouring it into the wooden bucket, he found that there was a golden tail. Carp, and seven or eight palm-sized silver carps.

"Hey, I'm lucky today. I harvested another golden carp. I let go of one earlier and didn't see him come to repay my kindness. This world cannot be full of illusions. Filling your stomach is the way to go."

After putting the fish basket back in place, Zhao Sanbao carried the barrel and encountered no danger on the road. He picked some wild fruits and returned to the Taoist temple safely.

It's not that I don't want to leave here, one is that I'm short of money, and the old host didn't leave any coins, and the other is that I haven't practiced any spells, and I don't know any martial arts moves. With the few bullets in the pistol, I guess I can't stop him a few times. risk.

In fact, Zhao Sanbao thinks a little too much. No matter where he goes, the most common people are ordinary people. Zhao Sanbao is completely influenced by the time-traveling literature. When he mentions time-traveling to another world, it is either a beast or a demon, a sect or a holy land. He waves his hand more powerfully, Being able to destroy a planet scared Zhao Sanbao so much that he hunkered down here and didn't dare to move for two years.

Zhao Sanbao has also caught the golden carp several times. It is a bit like the spirit fish in the novel. After eating it, the body feels warm, like a hot stream swimming slowly in the body. The two of them do not feel hungry even if they do not eat for three days. Other than that, There is no surprise outside.

After the silver carp is grilled, put it aside to satisfy your hunger. This is the usual way.

Zhao Sanbao also tried to plant some crops, but unfortunately he did not wait for the harvest. They were either eaten by birds and animals, or they only grew leaves but no fruit, and the seeds were wasted in vain.

The small fish in the small ditch at the foot of the mountain and the wild fruits on the trees became Zhao Sanbao's main sources of food. Occasionally, you can catch some birds, pheasants, hares, and improve your food.

There were no lights at night, and Zhao Sanbao's only activity was to practice the breathing technique. Although he did not learn the profound mental skills like other time travellers, at least after practicing this breathing technique, his whole body felt warm and comfortable.

"Tao generates one, one generates two, two generates three, three generates four... No, I read it wrong. Three generates all things..."

As Zhao Sanbao operates his technique, the air in the mountains gathers, is inhaled into the mouth, and merges into the sea of ​​​​qi along the meridians. After removing the false and storing the essence, the turbid air is exhaled, and the essence slowly travels and is stored in the Qi field. This cycle repeats, one week after another. One Sunday.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard a strong wind blowing outside, and a heavy rain was coming at any time, with dazzling lightning coming from behind the mountain.

Zhao Sanbao complained secretly that a heavy rain had just destroyed two houses a few days ago, and there was no time to repair them.

There was a strong wind on the mountain, and there was also a lot of rain. The heavy rain fell from the sky crazily, hitting the roof hard, washing away the walls that had been in disrepair. It continued like this for more than an hour, and I could only hear the "crash" outside, but it was continuous. Several houses along the wall couldn't help being soaked by the rain, and collapsed into ruins. Even the house where Zhao Sanbao lived was shaken by the earth.

When Zhao Sanbao saw that something was wrong, he swooped out of the room, and the wall behind him fell outward, causing splashes of water.

Zhao Sanbao, who was still in shock, was just about to run into the main hall to take shelter from the rain. Accompanied by a rumbling sound, the only standing building in the Taoist temple also collapsed in the rain...