Wei Xiaobao took the lighter, searched this house, searched that house, to see if there was anything to eat, Wei Xiaobao finally found the baby in the kitchen, I didn't expect the old man to raise a hen, Wei Xiaobao was very happy if he got the treasure, looking at the old hen, the gluttonous saliva flowed, the knife fell, the chicken feathers danced, Wei Xiaobao was busy in the kitchen, and soon cleaned up the hen with a flying knife, and directly lit the fire in the kitchen and roasted it, smelling the fragrance of the house, Wei Xiaobao was happy in his heart.

Wei Xiaobao thought to himself, "What's so delicious about a few broken steamed buns, how can it compare to the aroma of this old hen, the old guy really won't enjoy it." After it was cooked, Wei Xiaobao ate it like a whirlwind, and finally even ate the bones into his stomach to fill his stomach, and then Wei Xiaobao turned around and went back to the house to sleep.

In the kitchen, the house is empty, leaving only chicken feathers all over the floor.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was bright, Wei Xiaobao was sleeping in Zhengxiang, dreaming, making love with Zhou Gong's daughter, and suddenly felt that the house was leaking rain, and it was all over the body, Wei Xiaobao was very puzzled, and said in his heart, "Isn't it winter?" If it doesn't snow, how can it change to rain? Wei Xiaobao hurriedly sat up, only to see that the Musang Daoist was glaring at Wei Xiaobao angrily, holding a scoop in his hand, and was watering Wei Xiaobao.

Wei Xiaobao stood up with a carp and scolded, "Are you sick old man, don't sleep well, what kind of crazy are you playing in my house, Lao Tzu is all at a loss, I have a cold." "As he spoke, he started to say, 'Ahh Ahh Wei Xiaobao, who was frozen, shivered all over.

The angry Mu Sang Dao man, blowing his beard and glaring, scolded, "It's dawn." You're still in bed and can't get up. I ask you. What about the old hen in my kitchen, I have been raising my brother for several months, and I am about to lay eggs, where is it? Why is there only chicken feathers left? ”

Wei Xiaobao pretended to be deaf and dumb, and said casually, "This barren mountain and wild mountain, maybe the wolf will take it away, how do I know." ”

The people of Musang Dao were all angry, "Really? How can I smell the kitchen and the smell of barbecue, maybe this wolf will eat it too. ”

Wei Xiaobao didn't think much about it. Following the words of Mu Sang Daoren, he said, "Yes, maybe it's cold, and the wolf also knows that the raw food is not delicious, so it is cooked, so that the food is delicious enough." Thinking of the delicious food last night, Wei Xiaobao's mouth drooled again.

Mu Sang Dao grabbed Wei Xiaobao's body and lifted it up from the bed, Wei Xiaobao didn't expect this old man to be so strong, and he was not afraid to flash his waist, Wei Xiaobao said, "What are you doing." Let go of me. Isn't it just eating a chicken, as for it? Back. I'll go down the hill and buy you a few more. ”

Mu Sang Dao people couldn't help but say, mentioning Wei Xiaobao out of the house, came to the back of the yard, Wei Xiaobao saw that there was a cave in front of him, sealed it with a stone door, Mu Sang Dao people opened the stone door, threw Wei Xiaobao in, and said angrily, "Stay honest with me, think about it behind closed doors, when you think clearly, when to let you out." With that, he sealed the stone door and locked it from the outside.

Wei Xiaobao shouted, "Old man, you let me out, you can be reasonable, you can make a big fuss about a chicken." There was no response from outside, and the Musang Dao people had obviously gone away.

Wei Xiaobao had no choice, the stone house was pitch black, he couldn't see his five fingers, Wei Xiaobao took out the lighter and lit it, as soon as the light turned on, Wei Xiaobao found that there were still candles in the stone house, and hurriedly stepped forward to light it.

Looking carefully at the stone house, there was nothing in it, there were some strange words on the stone wall, Wei Xiaobao couldn't understand it, looking for a place to sit down, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help sulking, and secretly scolded Mu Sangdao people for not being things.

When eating at noon, Mu Sang actually didn't send food to Wei Xiaobao, Wei Xiaobao shouted and scolded for a long time, feeling dry mouth, so he simply didn't waste his saliva, and thought to himself, "Maybe, the old guy just wants to starve me for a few meals, didn't he say that Lao Tzu is a man of destiny and talented, and he won't see the king of Hades so easily." ”

How do you know that things are not as simple as Wei Xiaobao thought, for three days in a row, Wei Xiaobao couldn't eat anything, and the people of Musang Dao seemed to have forgotten him.

For three days in a row, Musang Lao Dao did not send Wei Xiaobao a bowl of rice, and served a bowl of water, Wei Xiaobao's hungry heart was close to his back, and he was weak, only having the strength to lie down and wait for death.

Wei Xiaobao's eyes had already boiled into a pair of panda eyes, and he wanted to fall asleep in a drowsy state, and a voice in his heart kept shouting, "No, I can't just die, I still have a good youth, and my family is waiting for me to go back, and the Red Star brothers who have experienced life and death together, I didn't even see Kangxi last time when I came to "The Legend of Deer and Ding", I died unjustly, I still have a lot of girls who have not bubbled, I must live." ”

Wei Xiaobao cheered up, opened his eyes, and slowly stood up against the wall, thinking, "Where there is a cave, there is usually a hole, or people will not suffocate to death." Along the wall, Wei Xiaobao searched seventeen or eighteen times, but finally found nothing.

Wei Xiaobao looked up at the top of the cave weakly, his eyes swept over the speckled handwriting on the wall, and suddenly, Wei Xiaobao's mind seemed to have a glimmer of light, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't imagine it, he couldn't catch that feeling. The handwriting is still so quiet, and I still can't see what it looks like.

Wei Xiaobao thought for a while, "No, since Lao Dao must have some purpose for imprisoning me here, it is impossible to just want to torture me to death, there is no injustice or hatred, just for an old hen, Lao Dao is not so ruthless." By the way, these words must have some secret. ”

Wei Xiaobao beat his spirit, stood under the wall and watched carefully for a long time, stunned that there was no gain, Wei Xiaobao did not give up, the desire to survive in his heart was completely stimulated, suddenly, as if that feeling came back, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, Wei Xiaobao was overjoyed.

Looking at it again and still not being able to see clearly, Wei Xiaobao sat down cross-legged, calmed down, and slowly raised his head again, this time he felt suddenly bright, those handwriting seemed to be alive, constantly jumping in front of his eyes, up and down, turning left and right, as if there was a villain sitting on the wall with all kinds of strange and novel movements.

Wei Xiaobao followed those handwritings, imitating those movements, feeling that his soul was slowly purified, and there were no more distracting thoughts in his heart, as transparent and clear as a puddle of clear water, his breath sank into the dantian, his hands hugged his chest, and his body felt lighter and lighter, and finally he slowly settled down, and everything around him was left behind, and he gradually entered the realm of selfless emptiness.

For three days in a row, Wei Xiaobao relied on meditation to settle down, and he no longer felt hungry in his stomach, and faintly felt that there was a trace of true qi in the dantian, supporting his body, and his whole body was not so weak, and every time he entered the meditation, he felt that his strength had increased a little more than before, and even the surrounding scenery was seen more clearly, even in the dark night, there was no hindrance.

Wei Xiaobao was surprised, the kind of studious interest in his soul and the pursuit of the ultimate was stimulated, and the more he practiced, the more energetic he became, and gradually reached the point of obsession.

On the seventh day, the stone gate was opened, and Mu Sang Daoren stood in front of the stone gate and looked at Wei Xiaobao, who had entered the meditation, with a gratifying smile on his face, and muttered to himself, "It seems to have been done, but I didn't expect him to be able to understand this pure heart recipe at a young age." (To be continued.) )