I am the only one who can do it: I think I am really going to become an immortal

"Luckily I found the address of one of those guys, so I sneaked in under the cover of night and killed two Japanese soldiers on guard with one sword each."

"Then we took the guns and ammunition from them, familiarized ourselves with them, and then killed as many as 44 Japanese devils in the yard."

"You know why I want to teach you to cultivate your character, right? In our lineage, we value decisiveness in killing. If you don't cultivate your character, you'll easily cause a big mess."

"You shouldn't have learned our self-defense skills before your character is strong enough, but you learned so quickly. I can only urge you to cultivate your character."

The old Taoist's words were a bit long-winded.

This is mainly because he cares too much about his disciple.

A couple of years ago, officials came and said they wanted to rectify religion. Small temples like theirs with only a dozen people in the mountains would most likely be merged into other larger temples.

By then, he can use his qualifications to get a job in the Taoist Association or the Religious Bureau, and the other older disciples will also have started their own families and careers.

By then, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay by Qingyuan’s side all the time to look after this youngest disciple.

In addition, we are now living in a society ruled by law.

So he couldn't help but feel a little worried about Qingyuan, who had some knowledge of fighting skills.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely cultivate my mind well."

"So you really used guns and ammunition to destroy a small base of enemies? Not a sword?"

"You are a martial arts master!"

Qingyuan couldn't help but ask.

There is no way, as he grew up in a Taoist temple and was exposed to all kinds of modern culture.

I always feel that Taoists like me are very capable.

At least having learned the family martial arts skills, he can really beat five or six people by himself, and his master should be even more powerful, right?

"if not?"

"My Lord, times have changed. How can you be called a martial arts master if you can't use a gun?"

The old Taoist shook his head and rolled his eyes.

There are not so many strange and fantastic things in this world. Hot weapons are the eternal truth.

With the fighting skills he knew, it was already quite impressive that he could quietly kill two Japanese soldiers on guard.

In fact.

This set of fighting skills is nothing more than some exquisite ideas about the movements and angles of attack when responding, and is also equipped with a set of health-preserving breathing methods similar to the Five Animal Exercises.

Being able to fight five at once is not the starting point of this set of fighting skills.

Instead, it has reached the peak and perfect end.

If it were any more powerful, it would no longer be something that could exist in reality.

"and then?"

"You chose a small base for them. What happened next? Did you show off your prowess and make many military achievements?"

The young man couldn't wait to ask what happened next.

Use a gun if you want to.

As a young man who was influenced by the ideas of the new era, he had heard a little about this American-style Iai and was not unacceptable to it.

He was more curious about the master's subsequent operations.

"No, then I was wanted and hunted for a long time. I had to hide in the mountains until the liberation..."

The old Taoist saw that his disciple Qingyuan looked curious.

He spread his hands helplessly.

What else?

It is quite impressive that he could eliminate an entire Japanese squad stationed in the village by himself.

This abrupt end is the most normal direction for this story.

"Ah? That's it?"

Qingyuan curled his lips.

I always feel like my filter for my master has fallen off.

"What else? Do you think that I, Master, am a god or that I can summon gods? If I knew this, I would kill those devils right away. Unfortunately, I am just a flesh and blood body. I will be finished after a few bullets..."

"I've heard the story, Qingyuan, you should finish your breakfast and go find something to do!"

The old Taoist waved his hand.

Then he turned around and left.

Only Qingyuan was left standing there, staring at the statues of the Three Pure Ones in the hall not far away and lost in deep thought.

this world……

Are there really no such supernatural things?

Where is the Dharma?

Thinking.

Qingyuan, feeling that his thoughts were a bit immature, shook his head and then left Qingfeng Temple with relief.

Compared to those weird ideas.

Qingyuan decided to go down the mountain first to solve the problem of working and studying.

This is the task given to him by his master.

It's not to make him self-reliant, but just to let him experience normal modern life as much as possible, rather than becoming a Taoist priest forever.

Qingyuan could sense what his master was thinking.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with Taoist priests, he always listened to them.

The way down the mountain is not difficult to walk.

At least in recent years, it has become a comfortable passage in the villagers' daily lives.

This road was once a rugged, winding natural trail, where every step tested the endurance and determination of the travelers.

However, as time went on, everything changed.

About five years ago.

The neighboring county government realized the transportation difficulties faced by mountain residents and decided to allocate funds to improve the situation.

The engineering team moved in and started a massive road construction project.

They worked hard day and night, sweating profusely, and finally opened up a new path through the mountains and forests.

The new road not only widens the original path, but is also paved with solid stone slabs and concrete, so that the road surface will not become muddy even in the rainy season.

Walking down the well-repaired mountain road, Qingyuan felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort.

After taking a bus directly to XA City from the small county town at the foot of the mountain.

He fell into a deep sleep in the car.

……

Wait until you wake up again.

The car has arrived in the urban area of ​​Xi'an.

After Qingyuan got off the bus at the destination, University Town, he went back to the dormitory and packed up the things he brought from the Taoist temple.

There was no one else in the dormitory at this time, and his roommates basically did not live in the dormitory now.

So he didn't need to say hello. He simply packed his things and hurried out.

He had previously contacted some work-study programs and also looked for part-time jobs on various software.

After discussing with the owner of a food court, we decided to have a simple interview this afternoon.

and so.

Now he went straight to the old food street with a clear purpose.

You can find it after you arrive here by car.

Compared to the quietness on the mountain, it is really different here.

On both sides of the street, various stalls are lined up, and the street is bustling with people.

The aroma of grilled skewers, the sour and spicy taste of cold noodles, the rich flavor of mutton soup with steamed buns... these flavors are intertwined together to form a vivid food picture.

Not only that, there are also handicrafts, ethnic costumes and various antiques here, making it a place that tourists and locals love to visit.

Qingyuan walked through the crowd.

Proceed along a fairly familiar route.

The summer sun shines through the shade of the trees, casting mottled shadows, and occasional breezes bring a hint of coolness.

He noticed that in addition to selling food, there were also artists painting on the spot and street performers performing acrobatics, adding a touch of artistic flavor to this bustling scene.

I haven't arrived at the store for the interview yet.

He suddenly noticed a lot of people gathered in a corner of the street.

Curious, I took a closer look.

I saw a handsome young man sitting on a bench. On the table in front of him was a stack of A4 paper and several bamboo flying swords carved with exquisite patterns.

Behind him was a flag with the words "Chen Banxian" hanging.

Looks like a fortune teller.

Judging from his clothes, he doesn't look like a Taoist priest, but just some ordinary casual wear.

But it is well known.

Taoist priests are more or less good at fortune-telling.

This made Qingyuan, who was also good at saying a few nice words and pretending to be able to tell fortunes, stop and watch out of curiosity.

Hey, did you meet someone in the same profession?

Thinking of this, he was somewhat curious about the performance of his colleague and what kind of words he would use to comfort others.

After all, it is also well known.

Fortune-telling is a business of saying nice things.

There is no such thing as knowing destiny. Some are just a handsome guy with high emotional intelligence who says things you like to hear.

If Qingyuan finds out that this guy is just saying nice things to please people and make hard-earned money, then that's fine.

But if it was a scam, he would call the police immediately.

Just stopped and looked for a while.

Qingyuan found that the guy in front of him seemed to have some unusual tactics.

Or should I say...

abstract?!

But, it seems like there is something else?

At this moment, according to Qingyuan's opinion.

The man sitting in front of Chen Banxian has a dark green complexion, which is obviously due to liver qi stagnation and poor blood circulation. His tongue is dark red with a greasy yellow coating, which indicates heat or damp heat in the body. His eyes look tired and restless, reflecting restlessness. His voice is dull or hoarse, which indicates insufficient lung qi or liver qi stagnation. He also has a strong body odor, especially sweat, which is also a sign of damp heat in the body.

This man wanted to use fortune-telling to inquire about his illness.

It is most likely that the imbalance of yin and yang is caused by the long-term failure to release the essence, and the problem can probably be solved by directing it.

It's easy to tell the source of this man's problem.

I am a little curious about how this Chen Banxian will solve the problem.

The man who called himself Chen Banxian seriously wrote a bunch of mysterious codes on an A4 paper, and then mysteriously handed it to the man in front of him who looked like he had bad skin and an anxious expression.

"When you understand this mysterious code, your problems will naturally disappear."