Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

The old monk couldn't wait to sit down cross-legged and took out the paper with the exercises recorded on it.

"Master, aren't you a Buddhist disciple? How come you practice this Taoist technique?"

The old monk glanced at Chu Wen, then hurriedly sat down cross-legged and began to meditate and breathe according to the steps.

An hour passed and there was no sense of spiritual energy at all.

There was still no response after two hours.

It was already dark but the old monk still didn't give up. He ignored Chu Wen's calls.

The next morning, Chu Wen woke up, but the old monk was still meditating. He did not open his eyes until the sweet potatoes were cooked at noon.

"Why don't I feel anything?"

Chu Wen handed over a sweet potato: "Just do as it says, you will feel comfortable in a while."

"Are you giving orders blindly, you lunatic?"

"Master, swear to heaven and earth, can I do that?"

The old monk took the sweet potato, sighed, and shook his head helplessly.

Does Taoist practice really require spiritual roots as the legend says?

Just when I was feeling discouraged, I suddenly thought: This technique says at the beginning that only immortal spiritual roots can be cultivated. Could it be that the boy has immortal spiritual roots?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Immortal-grade spiritual roots are rare among ten thousand. He is a madman with a simple mind. He can offend a whole village just by asking for alms, and he was almost poisoned to death when he ate grass. It is a blessing for him to have a low-grade spiritual root.

Besides, this technique clearly states that it is about Fire Element Qi. Could it be that this kid just happens to have a fire spiritual root?

There is no such thing as a coincidence.

Or, is this technique fake? Otherwise, why did that guy only say it was comfortable after practicing for such a long time?

With that kid's character, it would be comfortable for him to just sit there and do nothing.

Thinking of this, the old monk glared at Chu Wen fiercely, leaving Chu Wen confused.

……

The sun rises and sets, and time flies by quickly.

Fifteen days passed and still no one came to claim the little girl.

The old monk's legs have recovered and he can walk again.

Chu Wen was busy stealing sweet potatoes, washing diapers and taking care of babies every day.

Because practicing is so comfortable, he would practice for a while when the little one is sleeping.

This exercise is truly magical. Not only is it comfortable to practice, but after fifteen days, Chu Wen felt that he had more energy all over his body and he could walk much faster.

Every time the old monk asked Chu Wen about the progress of his practice, Chu Wen just said that he felt comfortable.

The old monk's knowledge of cultivation was all heard from hearsay, and he still doesn't understand whether Chu Wen succeeded in refining Qi.

Under the careful care of the two men, the little guy completely completed the transformation from a porcelain doll to a clay doll.

With dark little hands and dirty face, the old monk personally altered the small linen clothes.

At first glance, he looked no different from a little beggar, except for his pair of shiny black eyes. Every time he washed his face, he looked like a different person.

The little guy is very close to Chu Wen. He sticks to Chu Wen anytime and anywhere, as if he knows that Chu Wen is his savior.

This evening.

The old monk is practicing walking.

Chu Wen held the little guy in his arms, took a stick and wrote and drew on the ground, thinking about his plan to make a fortune.

The old monk was tired from walking and sat down on the ground.

"It seems that no one is here to take her in. We have to give her a name."

Chu Wen stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment and said:

"The birthmark on her shoulder looks like the Chinese character xiu, so why not call her Xiu'er?"

"Xiu'er, Xiu'er, it sounds pretty nice. I never knew you, a lunatic, are so good at naming."

"Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at them for not seeing through me. Master, your foot is almost healed, let's go down the mountain. I have made up my mind, after we get to the city, I will write some poems to sell, and then we will open a shop..."

"You crooked poets are welcome to buy them. Besides, do you have money to buy a pen?"

"Alas, the hardest part is getting the first pot of gold... Master, I think Mr. Wang's family down the mountain is rich. If it doesn't work out, I'll go there tonight."

"No, his house has a dog."

"Where is Li Quezi's home?"

"There's nothing valuable left in his house."

"Blacksmith Zhao has some extra money."

"It's not okay at his house either. His wife is a light sleeper and wakes up at the slightest noise."

"Where is Zhang's Rice Shop?"

"Zhang's eldest son has practiced Qinggong and can run very fast. You can't outrun him."

"Hey, Master, how do you know so clearly?"

"What do you care about me?"

The old monk glanced at Chu Wen and looked at the gourd hanging on Chu Wen's chest.

"I think the gourd on your neck looks like gold but not gold, and looks like stone but not stone. Maybe it's worth some money."

"That won't do, Master, please don't think about it."

This gourd is related to the mystery of Chu Wen's time travel, so there is no way he would sell it for money.

The old monk had been planning to get this gourd for a long time. Knowing that Chu Wen loved it as much as his life, he could only say:

"The material of this doll's clothes is very good. I think it is worth some money. If it doesn't work, you can exchange it for some food."

Chu Wen also knew this. The clothes were very easy to wash and did not fade at all. They even shone golden in the sun.

I don’t know what material it is made of, but it is very flexible. Chu Wen has never seen it in his previous life.

After thinking for a long time, Chu Wen said:

"This dress is related to Xiu'er's background, so it can't be sold. I will think of other ways. It's settled. I will go into the city tomorrow."