Immortality starts from the Red Mansion

Chapter 126 Mountain Elf

Along the way, Jia Hui did not use any magical powers. Although his strong body was not burdensome, the clothes on his body were already covered in dust and looked dusty.

Along the way, Jia Hui also saw many realities among the people of the Song Dynasty.

In a big city like Lin'an, there are many merchants coming and going, so it is easy for ordinary people to find something to do, and relatively speaking, they can have enough to eat.

But as soon as we came out and came to the countryside far away from the city, the clothes and skin colors of the people almost dropped to a different level.

There are a few patches occasionally on my body, but my face is rosy, so I'm doing better.

Most farmers make a living on a few acres of thin farmland or renting land from landlords.

When passing through the countryside, the village was full of children, and not even [-]% of them went to private schools.

People's livelihood is difficult, and Jia Hui has no good solution for this. Even Qin Keqing and others, when rescuing believers, do not help the poor but the urgent.

"Old man, you should pay attention to your headache," Jia Hui said with a smile.

When passing by this village in the afternoon, it started to rain lightly. An old man left Jia Hui at home to take shelter from the rain.

The old man's surname was Li, and his family had eight members. When he saw Jia Hui dressed as a Taoist, he politely invited him in to take shelter from the rain and rest.

Jia Hui also took the opportunity to show Old Man Li a headache and gave him a pill.

As soon as the medicine was taken into his mouth, within a moment, Old Man Li's head no longer ached, and he immediately wanted to leave Jia Hui at home for the night.

"Old man, Pindao is used to being alone outside, so don't bother.

However, I would like to ask, are there any Taoist temples nearby? "

After hearing Jia Hui's question, Old Man Li thought for a while and said, "To be honest with the Taoist priest, there is a Taoist temple more than twenty miles away from here.

It’s just that this Taoist temple didn’t know anything strange happened in the past two years. The remaining two Taoist priests also closed their doors and left, leaving the Taoist temple deserted and unattended.

If the Taoist leader wants to go there, I'm afraid there will be some obstacles. "

Jia Hui said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. What I'm not afraid of the most is strange things."

After the wind and rain, most of the afternoon had passed. Jia Hui declined Old Man Li's offer to stay and went in the direction pointed out.

Jia Hui is physically strong, and even without the use of magical powers, he can reach the distance of twenty miles in half an hour.

This dilapidated Taoist temple is halfway up a hill, several miles away from the official road, and the nearby villages are also far away. No wonder no one came to occupy it after the Taoist priest left.

The path up the mountain from the Taoist temple is already overgrown with weeds. If no one takes care of it, it is estimated that the path will be buried in a few years.

Jia Hui walked along the path and came to the entrance of the Taoist temple. After several years of wind and rain, the wooden door in the courtyard of the Taoist temple has collapsed.

By the way, the fallen wooden door was put aside, and the small yard was barely covered.

The size of the Taoist temple is also very small. One of the main halls is dedicated to the founder of the Three Qing Dynasties. The two side rooms next to it should be where the Taoist priests lived in the past.

This place is really quite out of the way, and the money for incense is probably very low. No wonder the last two Taoist priests also ran away.

Jia Hui picked up an old broom, swept the dust a little, cleaned the statue of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty, and put a stick of incense on it.

"Let's make do with it here tonight." Jia Hui found a place in the main hall, took out a futon, and began to meditate.

This place is located between Lin'an and Suzhou, the hinterland of the Song Dynasty, and there is generally no danger.

When it was almost time, there was a sound of insects outside the Taoist temple, mixed with the sounds of some small animals.

Jia Hui opened his eyes suddenly, looked through the wall, and looked outside the Taoist temple. A shadowy shadow flashed past.

Not long after, the shadow approached from another direction again, as if testing.

In Jia Hui's Dharma eyes, this phantom did not look like a ghost, but rather resembled a spirit raised by nature.

This elf only has a confused human shape, and its specific appearance cannot be clearly seen, but there is no evil aura about it.

Jia Hui ignored her and continued to meditate and adjust his breathing.

After testing it several times, the shadow finally floated into the Taoist temple and glanced at Jia Hui a few times.

"Taoist priest, Taoist priest, teach me magic."

A male-female voice came out of Xuying's mouth, and it was particularly clear.

Jia Hui raised his head and smiled, looked at the elf in front of him, and said, "What is your origin, and why do you come to seek help from me?"

The elf didn't seem to expect Jia Hui to ask this question. He was stunned for a while and said, "I don't know what kind of creature I am. I have been living in this mountain since I can remember a few years ago.

I secretly listened to the conversations of the farmers who came to cut firewood in the mountains, and the Taoist priests in the original Taoist temple chanted sutras, and I understood some things.

Later, I heard that immortals have great abilities, so I asked the two Taoist priests to teach me magic. Unexpectedly, the two Taoist priests shouted that I was a monster and tried to catch me several times.

I was born with some abilities, and I was good at manipulating the earth, stone, vegetation, and trees in the mountains, and I frightened away the two Taoist priests.

Today, since you dare to come here, you seem to be a capable person, so come and ask me to teach you the magic. "

Hearing this, Jia Hui understood in his heart that this should be a mountain spirit raised by nature. If he attains enlightenment in the future, he will be a natural mountain spirit.

Thinking of this, Jia Hui smiled and said, "You are a mountain elf, born with magical powers, I can teach you.

I just don’t know what your temper is like. If you learn Taoism and go out to do evil, then I will be guilty. "

The mountain elf immediately shouted, "I have never done anything bad. At most, I just teased those who had ill intentions towards me."

Jia Hui had some calculation in his mind. If he could teach this natural mountain god to follow the right path, it would be a great merit.

"I will stay here temporarily for the next few days. If you are willing, how about you come and listen to my lectures every day?"

When the mountain elf heard what Jia Hui said, he was so happy that he turned around and ran away, leaving Jia Hui a little confused.

After a while, the mountain elf came back holding a century-old ginseng.

"Taoist priest, Taoist priest, I see those people who collect medicine are looking for this kind of thing everywhere.

You teach me magic, and I'll give you this ginseng in exchange. "

Jia Hui took the ginseng and thought that this elf had a good nature and knew how to reciprocate.

"You give me century-old ginseng, and I will recite the Taoist scriptures for you today."

Jia Hui was not stingy either. He compiled all the principles he had learned over the years into the Foundation Building Chapter of the Hunyuan Jing.

The mountain elf was fascinated by what she heard. It wasn't until dawn was almost dawn that she exclaimed, "Taoist, it's almost dawn, I have to leave!"

Jia Hui looked at this reckless guy and felt very interesting. This kind of spirit raised by nature is the most innocent.

Before the mind is mature, the image of oneself will not be fixed. It is not until the practice is successful that the spiritual body can be condensed.

Since he planned to teach this mountain elf here for some time, Jia Hui took care of the Taoist temple.

The leaky areas were repaired, and the adjacent wing was cleaned, and I went down the mountain to buy bedding.

As soon as night came, the mountain elves came over and brought some fruits today.

Jia Hui took one look and almost jumped up in shock. The elf's figure actually became more solid.

Moreover, what surprised him the most was that this mountain elf had actually succeeded in practicing Qi.

"Taoist priest, I will bring you some fruit to eat today." The mountain elf seemed very happy.

"You should read more scriptures today. I think they sound good."

Jia Hui smiled slightly. This elf has a good understanding and can talk more today.

After eating some fruits brought by the mountain elves, Jia Hui began to explain his Hunyuan Sutra, and also talked about some aspects of cultivating the soul.

The mountain elves seemed to have grown wiser as they listened, and Jia Hui secretly admired it.

This kind of natural elf has a profound foundation. As long as it can be passed down, it will soon attain enlightenment.

And as his cultivation grows, his true form will mature, and he will eventually become a true natural mountain god.

"Taoist, I will bring you something delicious tomorrow night." At the fifth watch, the elf disappeared again.

Watching the elf slip away, Jia Hui shook his head and smiled. By preaching for others, he also learned something new and gained a deeper understanding of the Hunyuan Sutra.

During the day, Jia Hui was too lazy to walk around. After deducing his own practice, the Heavenly Escape Sword Technique became more suitable for him.

A small white jade dragon swam between Jia Hui's sleeves. Looking more closely at what kind of dragon it was, it was clearly a flying sword.

The scroll given by Lu Zu contained the method of practicing the immortal sword. When Jia Hui saw it, it was embarrassing.

He named his magic weapon Chunyang Sword, but he didn't expect to meet the real owner today.

Jia Hui has long been famous for Lu Zu's special skill of having a green snake in his sleeve, but he was holding back all his energy and wanted to come up with his own special skill.

Now with Lu Zu's method, Jia Hui has refined the Pure Yang Sword to the six Tiangang limits.

"Well, it can no longer be called Chunyang Sword. Now that the magic weapon has turned into a white dragon, let's call it White Dragon Sword." Jia Hui was unable to choose a name.

(End of this chapter)