Zhong Qi walked for several miles, and the sky gradually became brighter. After passing the mulberry forest, the mist was everywhere in Wushan, and the clouds and clouds were evaporated among the mountains, which was like a fairyland.

Taking advantage of the mist and dew, he returned to the General Temple. Zhong Qi probably felt that the lazy Taoist priests in the temple were too lazy to knock on the door before they got up. They climbed up the wall and flipped in. After passing the front hall, the back kitchen, the wing room, the corner tower, and opened the door and went back to his room.

The room was extremely simple. The room was one zhang wide and three zhang long and separated on both sides. On the left was the bed and bedding, and a futon under the picture of the Heavenly General. On the right, the bookshelf was placing layers of scriptures, a table of Eight Immortals and three short wooden piers, and a carbon road against the wall, putting some teapots and tea bowls.

Zhong Qi sat on the low trunk, picked up the teapot and drank a few mouthfuls of his mouth, threw the oil paper umbrella and sword aside, took off the bag, put the powder items such as sulfur, camphor powder, Yangji, and Bailin into a porcelain bottle, took the paper and pen to write down the number, and put it on the porcelain bottle to avoid confusion.

After a while of busy work, he carefully stored his medicinal materials in different categories. These were all his capitals for starting his business. Seeing that it was already bright outside the window, Zhong Qi carried two doses of medicine from the old Taoist, and pushed the door and walked out.

After passing the kitchen and General Hall, he walked to the two-story wooden building surrounded by wooden fences. Zhong Qi jumped over the fence and just walked to the door of the lower wing, he heard a constant cough inside. He knew that Master had woken up and knocked on the door twice, and then pushed the door open after dozens of breaths.

As soon as I entered the door, there was a strange smell, and the old Taoist, with a dead face and a pale hair, was lying on the couch and coughing. Zhong Qi picked up the spittoon without any disgust and touched the old Taoist's chest. After a while, the old Taoist took a breath and looked at Zhong Qi. Zhong Qi put the medicine on the table and said to him, "Master, do you feel better?"

"Oh... the old Taoist can't survive this winter, and he will go to the spiritual world to see the Demon-Subduing General..." Chen Laodao shook his head and said calmly.

Zhong Qi's heart sank, looked at the painful master, sighed, and instead forced a smile to comfort him, "Master, you are so good at saying this, you are so well-behaved, and the general who subdued the demons dare not accept you."

"Nonsense, cough... cough, Hongji, you are good at everything, but you just don't believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods, and talk nonsense. You may become bad in the future. You must be careful to quit," Chen Laodao coughed and comforted.

Seeing Zhong Qi finally nodded with a heavy expression, Old Dao Chen also showed a satisfied smile, and instead comforted Zhong Qi:

"Hongji, don't be sad. The so-called Taoist return to the truth is also in line with the principles of yin and yang. The old Taoist practiced sincerely throughout his life, and was cautious in keeping with the Taoist heart. He had never eaten meat. When he was young, he traveled around, searched for immortals and visited the Tao, and practiced the saying of immortals and immortals.

Later, I visited all over the rivers and mountains, and even went to the Western Regions, but I couldn't find any gods. I only saw fairy tales and legends. Now I'm about to die, so I just happened to continue exploring the mystery to see if there are any underworlds, ghosts and gods. This is exactly what I want..."

Zhong Qi was stunned when he heard this, and then asked thoughtfully, "Master... Do you think there are gods in this world? If not, then why are there many legends endlessly?"

Chen Laodao leaned on the couch, looked out the window, and slowly said, "I don't know if there are gods or immortals, but I guess the sayings of gods are just artificial fiction. It's just that fools don't know the sound of lightning and thunder around them. He only thinks that there are gods in the sky. He sees corrupt officials and evil people rampant, or is bound by troubles, and fantasizes that there are immortals to punish corrupt officials and evil people, or they are immortal like gods, without troubles, and are free and free."

After saying that, when Mr. Chen saw Zhong Qi was speechless, he pursed his lips and said, "As for the legend of immortals, the so-called immortal traces, it is rumored that there are sword immortals in Ba. I was fortunate to see them at the beginning, but I found that they were just tricks. These sorcerers also had some strange and unspeakable magic. They just looked at them from the old Taoist, but they were all illusions of Qimen Dunjia. Some of them were really the same as gods, but they still couldn't escape birth, old age, sickness and death like mortals..."

Zhong Qi couldn't help but feel confused. If there was no magical power, only science, how could he explain it when traveling through time? If it was the physical body, it could also be said to be the shuttle of space. If he was the shuttle of consciousness, he had changed his body. This consciousness carries the memory of thinking, isn't it the soul?

Or it is an advanced version of the soul. The Taoist books mention the soul is more appropriate. According to ancient records in previous lives, there is an underworld in the Nine Netherworld, and ghost messengers are restricted by the life and death book, but there are several types of human and ghost messengers who will not restrict them.

First, those who die suddenly have a strong resentment, do not want to enter the underworld and force themselves to stay in the world, but have no consciousness, are confused and only know how to kill people. Such people are called evil ghosts.

A kind of person who dies before his life is over, and the ghost will not restrict his soul and soul to be reincarnated. This is called a lonely ghost. If there is no Taoist, water and fire, the soul will disappear after seven days, and the three souls and seven spirits will separate, and they will be reborn as birds and beasts until the soul is destroyed. They will be reborn as a kind of Fei'e, a canfly, and will never be reborn.

The last one is the Taoist sorcerer. He has a strong will and will not disperse his will. His body and spirit will be dead. If his heart dies, he will die first and then melt. He also has the magic power of evil ghosts. He is called a clear spirit ghost. The strong soul can even possess the body and take over the body.

Zhong Qi thought that if there were really gods and ghosts, then the last one he fitted with was the last one, the soul came out of the shell and traveled through another world, possessed and reincarnated, so he had memories of his previous life, and only when he was wandering and dying, he could awaken his memories.

While he was thinking, Old Dao Chen coughed again. Zhong Qi quickly came to his senses and scooped water to boil the medicine. Old Dao Chen coughed for a while, looking at Zhong Qi who was busy, waved his hand. Seeing Zhong Qi coming over and looking at him in confusion, Old Dao Chen breathed and said:

"Hongji, in fact, the magic of this world is nothing but the illusion path of Qimen Dunjia. The real avenue is still martial arts, which can strengthen the body, prolong life, and also defend against the enemy. Do you... want to learn?"

Martial arts? Zhong Qi was a little dissatisfied. The Tai Chi master in his previous life was beaten to the ground and was so jealous that he was not good at martial arts. Zhong Qi practiced some boxing skills in the view, but it was a modern fighting like Sanda Muay Thai. Regarding traditional martial arts, Zhong Qi believed that they were just like magic, and they were all illusions.

However, out of respect, Zhong Qi nodded seriously. Seeing this, Old Dao Chen pondered for a while and said slowly, "When I was young, I was rich in family wealth, liked to fight cocks and dogs, and played sticks and boxing, so I spent all my family wealth, recruited martial artists, and learned martial arts everywhere. It was precisely because of these skills that I was wandering around and searching for immortals. Which magicians and magical magic can't hurt me..."

Zhong Qiyi became interested when he heard this. Now he is a sage. If he wants to cast a spell and kill a warrior, it is also simple. Invisible smoky smoke, illusion fragrance, three-flavor fire and five-thunder palms and other dozens of methods to kill people. Chen Laodao never speaks loudly. He said that he had beaten the Fangxian magician, which was probably true. He couldn't help but sit on the edge of the bed and listen quietly.

When Mr. Chen saw Zhong Qi listening with satisfaction, he continued with satisfaction: "The kung fu I learned is divided into four levels. The first level is either practicing hard skills or practicing internal skills. The second level is hard function, palm-slicing bricks and stones, internal function, somersault, and flexible body posture.

The third layer is hard, and the hard function is hit by wooden sticks, iron sticks, and other blunt objects. The inner function is dark and strong, and the breath is long, so you won’t be tired when you climb the cliff and cross the ridge.

This last layer has a hard function that can be used to knives and guns, rubbing gold and broken iron, and its internal function is as fast as a galloping horse, flying along the wall, and refining the power of the magic force, which is hard to match even if it is dozens or hundreds of people."

"So powerful, what level have you reached, Master?" Zhong Qi asked excitedly after hearing this.

"I once practiced to the third level, but later I envy the immortals and admired Taoism, wandered around and abandoned my martial arts skills. Otherwise, I would not have practiced to the fourth level, and I would not have been like this now." Old Dao Chen also replied with a smile, and pointed to a landscape painting on the wall, and said to Zhong Qi again:

"Did you see that painting? Uncover the painting. There is a section in the wall that is empty. You knock it open half thin. There is a box inside. The key is on the beam. You go and get it..."

After hearing this, Zhong Qi looked excited and rushed to the side of the runway wall. He opened the scroll and hit the wall. Sure enough, there was a piece of empty space. Zhong Qi smashed it with his elbow, a red sandalwood box, an external gold lock, and followed the old Taoist's instructions to climb up the beam and took the key, and handed it to the old Taoist with the box.

Chen Laodao took the key and opened the golden lock. However, there were two book books in the sandalwood box, both without a name catalog. Chen Laodao handed the book to Zhong Qi and pointed out, "These two books, one external and the other internal skills, are rare and unique. I learned them with a lot of money back then. They were the court kung fu that was trained by the arsenal of the previous dynasty. The prescriptions for external refining and the key books for internal refining are recorded. Just fumble and learn by yourself."

Zhong Qi nodded repeatedly and opened a book of external skills. From when to practice, how long to practice, how long to practice, the taboos and prescriptions for refining, internal skills are also average, from boxing routines, light body movements, to breathing, and the key points of exerting force are described one by one.

When Mr. Chen saw Zhong Qi's face was full of excitement, he couldn't help but instruct, "Hongji, you must remember that martial arts is a protective method, and you cannot show off your body. The more you try, the more flaws, the easier it is to be controlled by others. Therefore, you must practice with caution. These two volumes of kung fu are one of the most profound unique skills of the previous dynasty. You must cherish and be careful, and don't be known easily, otherwise you will be in a peaceful life..."

Zhong Qishen nodded, got up, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and said gratefully, "Thank you for your kindness to teach merits and Dharma."

Old Dao Chen also accepted it calmly. After Zhong Qi got up and brought the boiled medicine, he waved his hand and said, "Hongji, go by yourself, I want to be quiet..."

Zhong Qi bowed and sang a promise, turned around and slowly walked out of the door with a secret book. He walked through the hall and saw Jia Qingfeng leading Taoist Chi to pray incense. Zhong Qi also entered the hall.

The Demon-Subduing Palace is three or four feet wide, and a Zen platform is about a height of about a 100-meter high. It holds a golden whip, a green face and fangs, and a wide-eyed and wide-eyed statue of the Demon-Subduing General. A large plate of sandalwood, prayer flags, treasure banners, cloud covers, and canopy hang around it.
Chapter completed!