Chapter 47 I Want to Become an Immortal (Sixteen)
The old woman slowly led the two of them through the yard covered with moss and weeds. The doors of the side halls on both sides were closed. Fire, through the window lattice you can see the densely packed memorial tablets. On the left is the plaque "Jingshi Hall", on the right is "Yingling Hall", and on the corridor in front of the door are strange red lanterns hanging high. Casting a dark bloody light.
Through the courtyard, in the center is the main hall of the ancestral hall. On the door hangs a golden plaque with the words "Advocate Taoism and Become an Immortal". The smell of incense is very strong, and there seem to be many figures sitting in the dark place.
"Let me take you to the disciples' room first." The old woman said word by word.
To get to the disciple's house, you have to walk through the courtyard behind the Chongdao Temple. Rows of low buildings are silent under the dark bamboo forest.
The outer walls of the room are covered with peeling gray paint, the doors and windows are closed, and there are dense cobwebs, giving it a long-abandoned feel.
There are big red lanterns hanging in front of every door, some are on, some are not.
"You live in room No. 21." The old woman pointed at Liu Sheng and said, and then said to She Chan, "You live in room No. 5 Shiqi."
She Chan asked in a low voice Said: "Can't we live together?"
"You, can't live together, together." The old woman raised her head slightly, her mouth wrapped around her gums curled up and down, revealing a weird smile.
Although the two of them thought this wording was strange, since they had already said it, they still followed the principle of not offending monsters easily and obeyed.
The door of the room was like a studio, with small wooden signs engraved with numbers hanging on it. Liu Sheng quickly found his room.
The lantern on the door was dim, and when you gently pushed the door open, the sharp creaking sound from the door shaft seemed extremely harsh in the night.
It was dark inside the door. Only through the red light emitted by the red lantern on the neighbor's door could the furnishings in the room be clearly seen.
The room is very small, and the air is filled with an old and musty smell. There is only a bed, a table and a chair next to the bed, and there is no room for anything else.
There were two half-burnt candles on the table. The wax under the candles had cooled and solidified.
The bed was covered with a yellowed and old mattress, with traces of human-shaped grease on it. Fortunately, Liu Sheng brought the sheets from the studio, otherwise he would not dare to sleep.
The old woman asked them to put down their luggage and come out, and also took them to the main hall. Only the main hall had spiritual veins.
So Liu Sheng simply put the things on the bed and went out. When he walked out of the room, the lantern on the door was already on, casting a strange red light.
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Arriving outside the main hall of Chongdao Temple, the old woman stopped and stood far away, pointed to the futon in the temple, and lowered her voice: "Go in and find a seat to sit down by yourself. No talking or changing seats here."
Then he tremblingly took out two porcelain bottles from the cloth bag on his waist and handed them one bottle each: "This is Bigu Pill, take one every day. You won’t be hungry after eating.”
Then he took out two incense sticks, neither too long nor too short: “The most important thing is, go in and burn the incense first, then open the statue. When your eyes are clear, leave here immediately."
Liu Sheng and She Chan nodded silently to express their understanding, took Bigu Pills and Incense and walked into the hall.
When the old woman saw the two people entering, she turned around and left, disappearing step by step into the yard.
In the center of the main hall of the ancestral hall is an offering table. Behind the table, against the wall, is a shrine that is extremely tall and can reach the beams. In the shrine is a clay statue of a god, about two or three people tall. The paint on the statue's body has faded and is falling off. The face is mottled, and the face is hidden behind layers of crimson curtains, blurred under the dim candlelight, giving people a sense of fear that cannot be seen directly.
Then how do you tell whether your eyes are open?
In the center of the altar table is a brass incense burner, filled with incense sticks. Some are already old elephant heads, and others are still burning, some long and short. The scent of sandalwood incense lingers endlessly.
The row of tributes placed in front seemed to be some bloody pieces of meat. They looked quite fresh and someone should replace them regularly.
There are more than a dozen futons inside, and most of them are occupied by people. Everyone is sitting quietly in cross-legged postures outside the candlelight. Their faces cannot be seen clearly, they are like silent statues. Only their chests are rising and falling. Na's actions illustrate this. Liu Sheng and She Chan followed their instructions and first lit incense and placed it in the copper stove. Then they found two adjacent futons and sat down.
In this weird and weird environment, Liu Sheng originally thought it would be difficult to get into the mood. Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat down, she felt a cool and nourishing breath pouring into her body from under the futon.
She quickly closed her eyes and meditated, trying to mobilize her breath according to the formula of "Seven Mysterious Spiritual Qi Jue".
She seems to be quite talented in this area, and she quickly restrained this unruly aura in the correct meridians and started running it.
Every time Liu Sheng circulates for three weeks, the breath becomes lighter and lighter. Liu Sheng circulates for three weeks, and the breath finally fades and disperses in the body.
Liu Sheng sinks into his mind and realizes it carefully. His body seems to have become lighter. Perhaps this is the effect of spiritual energy cutting away hair and cleansing marrow.
A steady stream of breath came from under the futon, and there should be a spiritual vein under the ancestral hall.
Liu Sheng did not dare to waste any time. He concentrated on introducing the Qi into his body, and used the spiritual Qi to cleanse his meridians over and over again.
After all, we don’t know when the statue will open its eyes, so we have to hurry up.
As time goes by, the darkness in the ancestral hall sinks faintly. As the candlelight flickers, there seems to be invisible power flowing in the air.
Liu Sheng felt that her spiritual energy was running more and more smoothly, and every acupuncture point in her body was excitedly welcoming the spiritual energy from the outside. Her mind became more concentrated, and she could almost touch the essence of the surrounding spiritual energy...
< br>At this moment, Liu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable fear shot up from his back to the top of his head. His scalp was numb, and his hairs stood up instantly. A premonition of extreme danger surged into his heart like a tide. .
Liu Sheng could feel a cold gaze locking on her from the altar.
Liu Sheng was startled and raised his eyes to look at the altar.
The statue's face is still blurry, and the shadows on its face are even deeper, like a deep black hole.
But Liu Sheng knew that the statue was opening its eyes.
She remembered the old woman's warning that she must leave the temple immediately when the statue opened its eyes.
She quickly scanned the other people in the ancestral hall and found that they had also left their cultivation state.
Liu Sheng and She Chan looked at each other and knew in their hearts that it was time to leave.
Just as they walked to the door, they suddenly heard a few slight clicks behind them, as if something was broken.
Liu Sheng poked out the cunning eyes of the small tentacles behind him, and saw the dark and hazy face of the statue, forming deep and deep whirlpools. It was dizzying to see, as if he was about to fall into these abyss.
Liu Sheng did not dare to hesitate at all, and pulled She Chan and rushed out of the ancestral hall with the disciples.
Looking back, Chongdao Temple was plunged into darkness, rising and falling in the dark and deep fog, as if it was breathing.
It was a bit complicated towards the end, so I had to overwrite and rewrite it several times.
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