open sea

Chapter 1313
"Hey, you are a good cultivator, why do you say you are doing this?"

In front of the hospital bed in the wounded soldiers' tent, Wei Si peeled an orange, broke off a piece and handed it to the old Taoist: "It's all right now, two layers of skin have been burned off your buttocks, you should lie here on your stomach, what a pain."

Daoist Cao suffered a serious crime this time, and what he told Ying Ming was not to appease him, but because he felt that he might not survive, and he wanted to tell Ying Ming about the newly discovered ingredients.

He was talking about nitric acid, alcohol, and silver essence, the culprits of this explosion.

As for how it exploded, Taoist Cao himself didn't know. When he turned his back on the attic to get something, it suddenly exploded behind him, and the power was really not small. The glass on the window was smashed.

As for his burnt buttocks, the pottery pot containing green vitriol oil on the table was blown open, splashing his buttocks, and the cloth was burned and stuck to his buttocks. It should not have caused such a serious injury. This kind of monastic accident was said before I have encountered it for a long time, as long as I use a cloth to absorb it a little bit, and then flush it with water, it is not a big problem.

The bad thing is that the military doctor has no experience in handling it. If you come up and wipe it hard, two layers of skin on the buttocks will be considered ruined.

In fact, Daoist Cao's injury was not as serious as it seemed at the time, otherwise, how could he still have the time to see what was falling on the ground downstairs? It was just that he was knocked out by the blow and his body coordination was knocked out. , This fall was too hard.

Ying Ming is a martial arts practitioner, and he knows how to roll in the mud to relieve his strength after jumping from the second floor. He is an old man, and it will be real if he falls to the ground. Ying Ming's loud noise is mainly because he scared himself in his dream After shouting twice, the old man hit the ground seriously.

His arms were broken, his feet were sprained, his butt was burned out, and he was in a state of being unable to take care of himself.

The old Taoist struggled to pass the orange into his mouth with his uninjured right hand, he groaned when the wound was hurt in his movements, and said in a bad mood: "It's fine when you wash gold, how did I know that it will explode when you wash silver."

Cao Daochang’s experiment originated from his discovery that alum oil can remove rust. If the metal is dirty and rusted, it can be cleaned by mixing some water with bubbles. Later, he used alum oil to make nitrate essence and found that nitrate essence can also remove rust. , Wiping it with alcohol didn't work, so I put it in a jar of nitrate.

"I heard that people like you who practice Taoism can fly and walk around walls, but you have martial arts when you walk around on weekdays."

Wei Jinzhong frowned, looked to explore the truth, raised his thumb and said, "Look at the Mongolian Wang Jinzhong, who has the same name as me, he stepped up a ten-foot-high wall. There is a gap in our broken city wall." , you can climb up with bare hands, you said you learned it from a Taoist priest, why did you land on your stomach?"

"Who told you it would work?"

The old Taoist priest with sore buttocks is not in a good mood: "Those cultivators have masters, and they practice martial arts at a young age. Do you think I look like a Taoist priest who studies martial arts? What I study is cultivation, which focuses on cultivating the mind. In order to find immortality The Longhu Daojun Temple on the main road, if the old Taoists don't learn martial arts, these small ways are useless."

"Why is martial arts so small? I don't want to brag to you. We have been practicing wrestling and horse archery since we were young, and we have a reputation in the streets of our hometown. Even the archery club can't shoot me. If we lose the bet, we will go to their archery to win money. , This time, eight people were shot down."

There was disappointment in Wei Si's eyes: "I heard that you were from the Dragon and Tiger Daojun Temple. I thought you had superb martial arts skills. I wanted to learn a trick or two from you, alas."

Too disappointed.

In fact, Wei Jinzhong followed his adoptive father from Muye to Puli County, so he had the idea of ​​meeting Cao Changqing, the magistrate.

First of all, he was born in the Taoist Temple of Dragon and Tiger; second, he was a follower of Chen Shigong who compiled the book; third, he gained the hearts of the people in the county almost by himself in the plague.

How glorious these three experiences are in Wei Si's heart.

In the end, I saw the real person, an old Taoist priest who blew his butt off while studying alchemy in the attic.

It made him lose interest all at once, and it would be better to go to a brothel to be happy than to come to serve him.

Wei Siyi pursed his lips and said: "You talk about hype, Daoist, please live for 200 years before you talk about it. If you can't live for 200 years, what kind of fairy are you?"

"Originally, I thought, if sometime a cow-nosed old man would come out and say that you Wei Jinzhong's bones are amazing, you are a good seed for cultivation, believe it or not, I will immediately roll up my sleeves and kowtow to call Master...Looking at you now, you can live to two hundred , but exempt from it.”

The old Taoist priest was also unambiguous, lying on the hospital bed with his buttocks pouted was not honest, he looked up at Wei Jinzhong from the bottom up, and chuckled lightly: "You can pull it off, are you worthy of being a Taoist priest?"

That contemptuous look almost made Wei Jinzhong jump up angrily, threw the orange on the table, and said: "I can see Sanfan monks preaching to me when I sleep in a brothel for a day, why come to you, I am not even worthy of being a Taoist priest What? With such virtue, how can you compete with other native religions!"

"What's there to argue with them? It's delaying Daoist cultivation."

These words forced Wei Jinzhong to laugh angrily. He stood up and pointed at the old man's buttocks, and said, "That's it, blowing up the buttocks is considered practice? Then if you blow yourself up to death, you will become a fairy?"

The Taoist didn't tell Wei Siduo, he pouted his buttocks and brought the oranges by himself, biting the skinless part and stuffing them into his stomach, after taking two mouthfuls he said slowly: "Have you seen the immortal, or have you seen the Tao, what is an immortal? What is the Tao?"

Wei Si shook his head.

Who has seen that thing?

"The old Taoist used to think that if he wanted to ask immortals to ask questions, he had to pay homage and kowtow, but later the Taoist master met Marshal Chen, and he could make the water machine, hammer and forge machine automatically, and put explosives to change the color of the world. This is the old Taoist life. The closest fairy I've seen."

"Later, I was lucky enough to meet Dr. Chen, such as Beiyang Jia, who can kill a person who cut his neck alive, but he can bring people back to life as long as the breath is not exhausted. Is this a fairy? Is the technique they use, is it Dao?"

"You fire the blunderbuss in front of the macaque, and startle it to run away. Are you a fairy in its eyes? It treats you like garlic, and you can make the beasts like you? Even if you are happy, you can only give some blood to eat That's all."

"But if a macaque picks up a bird gun and points at you, will you not be afraid, will you not run away?"

Wei Jinzhong's eyes changed, and he felt that this old Taoist priest with his brows drawn into his temples and his butt pouting was a bit scary.

What exactly does he take as his way?

"When the old man's injury is healed, he will do the experiment again. Although the old man doesn't know why this thing explodes, the power of three fine bombs is far better than gunpowder. Without a barrel, it can blast the bottle and break the window. In the barrel, it will definitely destroy the formation and destroy the city."

With his uninjured right hand, the old Taoist strenuously stroked his beard that had been scorched by the smoke and fire: "This is the Tao of the old Taoist. If you understand these things, you are cultivating the Tao."

(End of this chapter)