Chapter 163 Old Heavenly Master, It’s Time to Struggle
Directly in front of us was an ancient, huge, heavy bronze tripod. Curls of green smoke were rising up, making the sunlight seem a little unreal and blurry.
On both sides, the disciples of Trinity Sect stood on the left and right, with expressions of either shock or excitement on their faces.
The head of the sect had been in seclusion for many years, which made them think that something big might have happened to Ruoshui Xianren.
In the eyes of ordinary people, ten years is too long, which is enough for a generation to grow up.
But at this moment, looking at the young face of his own head, it was as if the past ten years had just passed in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace at all.
This is the legendary immortal, right?
"Master, are you healed?"
Liu Deshui noticed that the other person's hair had turned black and asked excitedly.
"not yet!"
"But it's no big deal."
Jiang Liu shook his head and replied with a smile.
Then, he looked at the disciples in front of him and chuckled again.
"For those of us who practice cultivation, what we aspire for is immortality and the ascension to heaven. This requires the ability to endure loneliness."
"Why are you so upset just because the mountain has only been closed for ten years?"
"You must know that keeping quiet and guarding the essence is the way to seek the truth!"
All the disciples looked ashamed and lowered their heads.
"Haha, Junior Brother, don't blame them."
"They are all children who have not practiced enough. After a few years, maybe they will calm down!"
At this time, Si Chong came over and said with a smile.
"To cultivate Taoism and achieve immortality, refining the mind is the most difficult. Most ordinary people need decades to pass this stage!"
"People with talent and ability need ten years or more."
"It is easy to cultivate Qi, but difficult to cultivate the mind. You have gradually stepped onto the path of immortality. What you need to pay attention to in the future is the path of the mind!"
"If you want to become an immortal and ask for the way to immortality, you can't do it without a good mood."
Jiang Liu said calmly.
He was not sure whether the Sutra of Immortality pointed directly to the great way, but he was very clear that it was the closest thing in this world.
"Yes, Master!"
All the disciples bowed and responded respectfully.
"This time, I am leaving the country mainly to go to Peking."
"I'm not here to reprimand you."
Jiang Liu laughed again.
Then he glanced again.
"Among the disciples, Cheng Zhen, you have the highest level of cultivation."
"Lu Jin, you have grown a little bit and become more stable."
"Just the two of you can go with us."
Cheng Zhen and Lu Jin were stunned when they heard this, and quickly bent down: "Yes, Master!"
Jiang Liu nodded: "In that case, let's get ready and set off immediately!"
In fact, there was nothing much to prepare. Si Chong asked the kitchen to prepare some dry food, and went to the alchemy room to get some fasting pills.
This fasting pill is actually not that mysterious. It is just a mixture of some medicinal herbs that reduce appetite.
There are actually many such medicines in traditional Chinese medicine. For example, gypsum can reduce stomach fire and greatly reduce appetite. In the Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases, Baihu Decoction is used to clear away heat, and adding ginseng can treat upper digestion. If used properly, it can reduce appetite and lose weight.
Based on this theory, the Bigu Pill was made, which actually has many applications among the people.
On that day, Jiang Liu, Si Chong, Cheng Zhen, and Lu Jin set out for Beiping.
This time, unlike every previous outing, there was no more faint sound of gunfire on the road. Every city we passed was filled with laughter and red flags were hung everywhere.
"If we hurry up, there's no rush."
Jiang Liu said.
"Why? Junior Brother, do you want to see this new landscape?"
Si Chong smiled.
"have a look!"
Jiang Liu nodded, with some complexity in his eyes.
As a senior brother and a local, Si Chong naturally could not understand the feelings in his heart.
Only those who grew up in that later era and listened to the stories of the Republic's growth could feel endless emotion when they were here.
The broken mountains and rivers were rebuilt. Although material conditions were scarce, it was an era with the richest spirit.
Full of expectations, anticipation,
Faith and spirit, in this generation, let people see pure red. Jiang Liu and his four companions rode their horses, and stopped for a while at every place they passed. They saw a completely different state from that during the war.
Five days later, the four arrived in Xi'an.
Coming back here, my mentality is completely different.
On the streets, there were no more patrolling troops and no more frightened citizens. Instead, there were lively shouts and cheers.
"Breaking news, breaking news! There is a new version of the flag of the Republic!"
"Breaking news! The national anthem is being composed by our artists."
"Breaking news! The poetry collection is about to be published!"
"..."
In the streets and alleys, young people carrying thick newspapers were shouting loudly.
Jiang Liu stopped him and asked for a collection of poems.
Looking at the calligraphy-style cover and the poems written entirely in brush calligraphy, he was slightly stunned and even a little dazed.
“When the wind and thunder rise from the earth, there will be a pile of bones.
A monk is still a fool, but a demon is a disaster for a ghost.
The golden monkey rose to a great height, and Yuyu clarified Wan Liai.
Today I am cheering for Sun Dasheng, but the evil mist has returned. "
He recited it silently.
Everyone beside him seemed to be stunned, but when he first heard the poem, he actually felt an unimaginable force and a shocking impact on his soul.
"The golden monkey raised his thousand-pound stick, and the jade cleared the dust for thousands of miles!"
“Great poem!!”
Jiang Liu continued to recite.
"People grow old easily, but heaven never does. Double Ninth Festival comes every year."
"Flags can be seen at the foot of the mountain, and drums and horns can be heard at the top of the mountain."
"Towering trees, thousands of miles away, fly to the strange mountains in the south."
"..."
Each of these magnificent poems almost draws people into another illusory world. The momentum exuded by this collection of poems alone is enough to shock people.
"Amazing!"
Si Chong couldn't help but sigh.
"With such talent, even we, the extraordinary people, cannot compare with him."
Jiang Liu smiled slightly: "In the past tens of millions of years, how many people can compare with him?"
Then he turned his head.
"Brothers, nephews!"
Upon hearing this, Si Chong and the other two nodded.
Five days later, Jiang Liu and his four companions arrived in Peking by means of riding horses, flying swords, and taking trains.
Today's city is full of antiquity and vicissitudes, yet it exudes a shocking new vitality, giving people a visual and spiritual impact.
They met old friends that day.
"Old Master!"
"Jiang Ruoshui, you look like you're in great shape!"
Jiang Liu and Zhang Jingqing faced each other and laughed.
"Look at how young you look. Are you like your senior brother, maintaining your rebirth?"
Zhang Jingqing laughed.
"of course not."
Jiang Liu smiled and shook his head.
"Oh? Then your skills have improved even more, amazing, amazing!"
Zhang Jingqing said with a smile.
"The old master is still strong and healthy. It is time for him to work hard and practice cultivation."
Jiang Liu said with a smile.
"You boy!"
Zhang Jingqing turned around, looking dumbfounded.
(End of this chapter)