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Chapter 185
March [-]
It is suitable for offering sacrifices, bathing, lifting, sweeping houses, plugging holes, and shepherding.

Avoid marriage, burial, funeral, security door.

In a quaint building in Rongxia City, someone took a bath in a mahogany tub. It was an altar, on which was placed a brass tripod the size of a human head, with incense sticks standing inside, and some scattered objects around, most of which were gold and silver utensils.

However, when ordinary incense sticks are lit, white smoke is emitted, but these incense sticks emit a kind of lead gray smoke, lingering over the bathtub, lingering on the side of the man's head.

clang~
There were two bangs from Er, and a tall, delicate-looking bionic came in from outside the screen on the right side of the tub, holding a washbasin filled with many things.

There was a light blue stream of data flashing in her eyes, and she held all kinds of things in her hands and put them into the tub one by one. When the tub was empty, she turned around and left, and when she came in again, there was something like a handbag in her hand. Put it next to the tub.

The index finger stretched out to the lock on the front of the handbag, and the white and tender knuckles immediately split and contracted, and then transformed into a mechanical key with four sides to open the handbag. Inside was a finger-thick injection containing a light blue liquid medicine , there is a faint light overflowing from it.

"The last one?"

There is a pair of arms stretched out in the bathtub and resting on the edge of the wooden barrel on both sides, the skin looks firm and fair, but the voice is old and hoarse.
"Yes, master, after you take a bath, you are going to see Lord Daoist."

While speaking, he stabbed the injection into the neck of the person in the bathtub, and the light blue medicinal liquid was injected, causing the body in the bathtub to twitch briefly but violently.

"It's time to see that adult too. Let's change clothes."

Somehow, when the injection was injected and he spoke again, his voice became the state of his youthful youth.

Dressed in silk robes, a man in full ancient costume walked through a long corridor and finally stood in front of a carved wooden door.

There are several strong men in black behind them. If you look from the neckline, anyone who knows the goods will find that they are all wearing nano-combat uniforms, and there are bulges around their waists. They are either firearms or murder weapons.

"Wait here, trespassers die!"

A clear voice came from under the gold mask.

"As ordered."

Kneeling on one knee, with one hand clenched against the ground, the back of the fist facing outwards, the ancient reply was so natural in their mouths.

Push the door in, and you can see the statue enshrined in the center of the hall and various utensils placed under it according to ancient rituals at a glance.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took a few steps forward, stopped in front of the divine case, and then knelt down on the ground, kneeling three times and knocking nine times!

After the last knock, he did not look up.

"Those who look up to the Tao strive for it, and those who follow it are immersed in it. They all know what they know and the way they don't know. I have often heard that it is not people who are diligent in seeking knowledge, but those who know are diligent in seeking others. But I know its fallacy. Those who know do not seek others. , In fact, they come out and chase people away. Those who are deeply ruthless are like eagles and dogs chasing rabbits."

(I heard that it is not people who are constantly pursuing knowledge, but knowledge is constantly pursuing people. But I know that is wrong. Knowledge is not pursuing people, but chasing people. Its pursuit is cruel and Emotionless, like the falcon and the hound for the rabbit.)
"The sky is covered by heavy clouds, the rivers and lakes are gloomy, and the fish are at a loss. Suddenly look at Bo Ming's food movement, luckily bestowed on the sky, and it will catch him immediately, and the fish will die, and so will those who follow the way. Gai visually carves and heals his wounds , Those who hear the symphony will heal their wounds, and those who have a wonderful mind will heal their hearts."

(Before it rains, dark clouds cover the sky, and the water surface of rivers, lakes, and seas also darkens. When the fish in the lake don’t understand what’s going on, suddenly the water waves flicker, (the fish) sees the bait shaking in front of them. , so he felt lucky that he had received the gift from heaven, and immediately swallowed the food. Unexpectedly, he was caught ashore by a fisherman's fish and died. Those monks who pursue truth and knowledge are as ignorant as those hooked fish. Because People whose eyes are focused on sculpting will suffer more and more vision damage, people whose ears focus on the alternation of sounds will lose their hearing more and more, and people whose minds are focused on the Dao will also lose their sanity more and more.)
A voice came from the left side of the statue, and the content of the words was just a small part of the content left over from the "Secret Scripture of the Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" recorded on Rong Xiacheng's official website.

And this is all that Rong Xiacheng officials know.

Suddenly, the corners of the dark red robe appeared next to the statue, and appeared in the sunlight reflected on the ground by the gap of the wooden window next to it.

As a result, the supposedly warm light became a little more gloomy and obscure.

"Lord Daoist, I came here for longevity, may you bless me again."

The person kneeling on the ground no longer had the calm dignity he had before, he was just a mortal.

"People live in this world. Some live to die in one day, some live to die in ten years, and some live to die in a hundred years. Some of the dead are not completely dead. Although their movements and movements seem to be intelligent, they can only be called living. Corpse, you can’t be called a dead corpse, you’ve lived for so many years as a human, and a few more years as a living corpse, isn’t that enough?”

The man in the shadow was silent for a while and said, his words seemed to mock the man kneeling in front of the statue.

"It's not enough, no matter how long I live, it's not enough. I've run out of the longevity talisman you gave me here, and I need more!"

Can live, who wants to die?After living for one more year, he wanted to live for five more years, and for five more years, he wanted to live for another hundred years. He only lived for five more years. How could he be willing to leave this colorful world just like that?

"You should clearly know how much it will cost you to disobey the destiny."

"The price? I created this huge family business to pay the price. Otherwise, what's the use of them?"

The feeling of being alive is so intoxicating, let alone living against the destiny, which is more addictive than any drug, and the person who supports his continuous continuation of this dream is the Taoist in front of him.

"Secret Sutra of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" Volume [-]: Nourishment and Longevity
What he has been looking for all his life is in the hands of the man next to the statue!
Whenever he thinks about this matter, the killing intent roars in his heart like a beast, as long as he kills the other party to obtain the record of nourishing his nature and prolonging his life, won't he live as long as he wants?
Instead of kneeling in front of others like a begging dog like today, asking for alms from the other party, for which you have to keep paying things other than those prices.

"Go on, and when you finish this matter, the things will naturally be delivered to you."

"Thank you for your generosity. I will go through fire and water to fulfill your request. If you have any other requests, please feel free to let me know."

The meeting between them is always short, and the conversation is often no more than a few words.

As for the longevity talisman he was talking about, he would not trade face to face. In fact, from the time they met until now, he had never seen the true appearance of the so-called Lord Taoist.

After exiting the house, the door was closed again, blocking all the light from the outside.

"He has little respect for you."

There was another voice in the darkness that had not appeared before.

"I am not Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, why should a corpse respect me?"

Under the black and white bamboo hat, someone answered.

(End of this chapter)