Drunken Immortal Gourd

Qing Yang looked at this tall monk in a puzzled manner, thinking for a long time but couldn’t remember who this person was. There were not a few monks he knew, and they seemed to be indifferent to the monks in front of the iron tower. Looks like this figure is a match for Pi Yingxiong from that family of animal tamers. Could it be that Pi Yingxiong’s son became a monk here?

The old Songhe beside him couldn’t stand it anymore, he coughed, and said, “This is Xuanzhu, the little apprentice of the empty old monk.”

Xuanzhu? Suddenly, a little novice monk with a tiger head and a tiger head appeared in Qing Yang’s mind, but he couldn’t overlap with the big monk like the iron tower in front of him. Qing Yang didn’t understand how the so-so-so-normal little monk became such a strong man. He also didn’t know what he had gone through all these years, and he couldn’t find the shadow of the original.

Qing Yang concealed his embarrassment and said, “It’s Xuan Zhu. You have changed so much in the past few years. I didn’t recognize it. I haven’t seen you in a few years. You are a head taller than me.”

“Hey, yes, you have changed a lot.” Xuan Zhu smirked.

Before the two of them could continue speaking, Old Songhe suddenly grabbed Qingyang and slammed his mouth: “My dear boy, he didn’t bring me any gifts after coming back so far? Master, I haven’t had any wine for all these years. Drink, a bird is almost fading from the mouth.”

Qing Yang smiled and said, “I heard you say that I lied to that person’s money to buy wine and drink. Life is not so happy anymore, so why is there lack of wine and drink?”

Seeing that his apprentice didn’t talk about business matters, Song He Lao Dao slapped him on the head, then dragged Qing Yang as he walked and said: “Slowly talkative, hurry in and take out all the good wine on you.”

The three of them entered the side door, Monk Xuanzhu closed the door, and went back to report to his master, while Songhe Old Road dragged Qingyang all the way to a small courtyard behind Qinglong Mountain.

After entering the house, Qingyang took out a few jars of the newly brewed Houer Ling wine. The two of them drank while recounting their respective experiences after they separated over the years. Songhe Old Road is just an ordinary person and can only drink some of the latest brews. The spirit of wine is too deep to worry about problems.

Such a good wine, when the master and apprentice met again after ten years, the two could not help but drank more, drinking and chatting, drinking until dark, Songhe Old Road fell into a deep sleep, even green Yang was also a rare drunk, and lay crookedly beside the master all night.

The next morning, Monk Xuanzhu brought an old one-armed monk, Master Kongji, to find him. The old monk Kongji is getting older and has lost another arm, so he has been doing meditation in a small courtyard not far from Songhe Old Road. Yesterday Xuanzhu told him about Qingyang’s return. , The old monk Kong Ji knew that their master and apprentice had reunited and had too much to say, so he didn’t come to bother him. He didn’t come to visit with his apprentice until this morning.

Seeing Qingyang, seeing the dusty temperament of Qingyang, it seems to be the same as the Xiping and Xining fairy masters that he met in the dense land. The Great Monk Kong Ji couldn’t help but sigh with emotion: “The original journey to the dense land. Vividly, I can’t think of seeing each other ten years later, and you will become the Celestial Master Qingyang.”

Qing Yang quickly waved his hand and said, “Master Kongji has been with my master for decades, and has been taking care of my master for these years, who is also my elder. Don’t call it that way.”

Monk Kong Ji nodded, and said, “Is Qing Yang just coming back to see Master this time?”

Qingyang said: “I can’t rest assured of Master. I have depended on Master since I was a child. Later, when I met the opportunity to cultivate immortality, Master gave him to me, but he himself continued to live in the world. I can’t forget and can’t leave it behind. , I have always dreamed that one day, I can continue to live with Master, practice together, and move forward hand in hand on the road of cultivating immortals.”

Master Kongji raised his head and said, “My child, you can’t forget that your master is human, but you are so persistent that you can’t afford to let it go. It is already a devil.”

Old Songhe also said: “Teacher, I’ve read it a long time ago. I also copied a copy of the longevity formula. Over the years, I have tried to practice with Kong Ji and Xuanzhu, but it has no effect. It can be seen that I have no effect. This aspect of qualifications. Besides, you also said that only when the foundation period is reached can you increase your lifespan. After all, what you cannot achieve will not be out of the scope of mortals. You have cultivated for ten years at a young age and are still far from that position. What is my age? Any hope?”

“No matter how slim the hope is, you have to try it before you are reconciled.” Qing Yang said.

This time, Qing Yang brought the test spirit disk back, just for the obsession in his heart. At this time, he did not shy away from the empty and silent monk and Xuanzhu, directly took it out, and helped Songhe Lao Dao test once.

As a result, naturally there is no spiritual root, and very few people in the world have immortal roots, and it is very rare that Qingyang can appear in this group of people. Qingyang was not reconciled, and tested Songhe Lao Dao several times, and even tried the empty-silent monk and Xuanzhu ~ www.wuxiax.com~ and the results were the same.

Master has no spiritual roots. It seems that all the preparations I have made are useless. The only thing I can do now is to extend the life of Master as much as possible, so that in the days that follow, he will be free from illness and disaster, and live a happy and happy life. .

After the test, Qing Yang put away the test pan without changing his face, and continued to tell the old times with Master Jikong and Monk Xuanzhu, but everyone could feel it, Qing Yang was making a strong smile. Master Jikong and Xuan Zhu were dull and had no choice but to leave.

After that, Qing Yang stayed in Master’s small courtyard, and accompanied Master around when he was okay. When he was addicted to alcohol, he would taste monkey spirit wine with Master, and occasionally invited the empty old monk to accompany him. The old monk Kong Ji has advanced and profound Dharma, but he is not as rigid as Monk Xuanzhu. He doesn’t resist the spirit wine that Qingyang takes out, and doesn’t care that this place is a pure place of Buddhism.

During this period of time, Qingyang stewed the blood lotus root in a pot of porridge and watched Master eat it with his own eyes. Qingyang did not tell Songhe the details of the blood lotus root, but only said that it has the effect of prolonging the life of the elderly. He Lao Dao obviously feels that his body is much better, his physical fitness and all aspects of energy seem to have returned to ten years ago, and the elixir is nothing more than that.

Qingyang tried to communicate with Songhe Lao Dao. Drunk Xianhu space could live in it, and he also raised a monkey in it. I hope Songhe Lao Dao can go with him, and he has no worries about it from now on. But he was resolutely rejected by the old Songhe, saying that he had lived a whole life freely and freely. Wouldn’t it be like losing his freedom with Qingyang? It’s just like going to jail.

In fact, Qing Yang understands that Songhe’s unfettered temperament is only one aspect, and the more important reason is that the master does not want to drag him back, and he does not want to be a burden to his disciple. Songhe Old Dao refused, Qing Yang could only give up this plan.