Chapter 52 Chapter Thirteen

Benedict!Benedict!Benedict! Yan Fei knocked on the door knocker, and unexpectedly, the door was opened, revealing the lonely old man Xiangdu, the wrinkled and white-haired old face, his eyes flickering hard to conceal, with a bit of crazy joy, Pulling his sleeves, he pulled him in and said: Come on!I have everything ready. Yan Fei was overly enthusiastic about him, he didn't know whether to be happy or suspicious, so he stepped over the threshold and was admitted to the hospital in a daze. Du Sou carefully closed the courtyard door, fastened the latch again, glanced sideways at him and said, "Are you here alone?"

Yan Fei thought to himself, Song Beifeng must not be following outside, and would leave by himself, shaking his head to indicate that no one was following. The old man said, "Have you fasted for three days before coming here after taking a bath and changing clothes?" Yan Fei yelled inwardly, if this weird person told him to go back and fast for three days before coming back, he still had the patience, and said with a wry smile: "There are baths, but this one is wearing old clothes. As for fasting!"Why didn't you remind me earlier? Du Sou just pulled him and said, "It doesn't matter!"I fast and take a bath.

Yan Fei followed him into the house in a complicated mood, thinking that Du Sou seemed to be a little perfunctory and not serious about his Taishang Taoist ancestor. However, if you can pass the test with him, you will be lucky, so you are so stupid to sarcastically or object.What about fasting and bathing? He, Yan Fei, is totally unaffected by it. Passing through the front room, there is a large courtyard between the outside and the middle. In the middle are sake, agarwood, three chicken heads, three plates of white rice on top, and a small incense burner with three sticks of incense burning on it. It's half burnt.

Yan Fei was startled and said: Do you want to worship the Taoist ancestor first? Dusou said: I have already bowed, you don't need to pray, you wait here for a while, and wait for me to open the entrance of the alchemy room. After finishing speaking, he walked around the incense offering, squatted down halfway, pressed his palms to the ground, and easily sucked up the stone cover a little, then lifted the stone cover with the other hand, revealing a downward stone step. Yan Fei felt relieved, changing his previous self, it was not impossible to lift such a stone lid weighing more than ten kilograms purely with suction, but it was impossible to look effortless like Dusou, so Well, if Du Sou really wanted to do something wrong to him, he didn't need to spend much time, fasting and bathing, and beheading chicken heads to worship God.So according to Dusou's instructions, he went up and down.

After passing more than ten stone steps in a blink of an eye, they came to a narrow space with a closed wooden door. Dusou closed the stone cover, and Yan Fei immediately felt isolated from the world.Even if Song Beifeng broke in to look for him, it would take a lot of effort and time to find the entrance to the basement. Dusou came to him, knelt down with a puff, and kowtowed nine times, chanting something, whether it was a mantra or a sincere prayer. He didn't give any instructions, so Yan Fei had to stand still and say nothing. Du Sou finally stood up and said: This is the ceremony for my Taoist to enter the alchemy room. You are not a member of my Taoist, so you can avoid it.

Yan Fei intuitively felt that he was using excuses to cover up.But this move was not a big deal, and he was eager to heal his wounds, so he didn't take it seriously. Dusou pushed the door open respectfully, and the stuffy feeling disappeared immediately. Obviously, Danfang has a good ventilation channel. A gust of scorching air rushed towards him. Now in front of me is a very elegant basement, the walls and floor are covered with mud boards, as smooth as a mirror. Opposite the main entrance is a three-story alchemy platform, the bottom layer is the thickest and the top layer is the thinnest. The whole altar platform is about three feet high and five feet wide. tripod.There is an ancient sword beside the stove, and an ancient mirror hangs on the left wall, full of mysterious and religious atmosphere.

There was a hole in the top wall above the fire, and the smoke came out of the small hole, and the nearby top wall was blackened. Dusou came to the altar with repeated bows and nine kowtows, beckoned him in and said, "The medicine used in the furnace is high-grade cinnabar mixed with mercury, gold, jade, lead, silver and realgar. I will refine it with a slow fire first; By midnight last night, if it was changed to Wuhuo, it would take a quarter of an hour to refine it into the Yangjing Huopo which can contain the essence of the sun and the body of gold and fire. Yan Fei wondered: Is three days enough?

Dusou said proudly: "If it were someone else, thirty years would not be enough. However, my decades of hard work in Xiangdu would not be in vain; I have already refined all kinds of essence of cinnabar, so it will be more convenient to combine them and refine them a little bit." become.undress! Yan Fei said in astonishment: Undress? Dusou said impatiently, "How can I perform surgery on you if you don't take off your clothes."Only the underwear is left, I want to use my golden needle method to stimulate the acupoints in your whole body, and trigger the hidden fire of alchemy.

Yan Fei remembered something, and while taking off his clothes, he said: I practiced according to the Ziwu Jue passed down by the old man, but the situation was just the opposite of what the old man said Dusou said impatiently: "Does it feel cold when the yang fire is on, and the yin retreating talisman turns scorching hot?" Yan Fei thought to himself, since you knew about this situation, why did you say something different? Dusou took out a rectangular iron box from his bosom, and said indifferently, "This means that your internal qi is weak, so you are affected by external qi."No problem, don't worry!

Yan Fei himself is also a great expert, thinking to himself, he is really not affected by the external qi that is hot and cold in the afternoon, but the phenomenon of cold and heat produced by the internal qi, trying to explain: I Dusou didn't have the patience to listen to him at all, he shouted: "I understand, sit down for me quickly, watch your nose and nose, watch your heart, watch your pubic region silently, no matter how hard you are, don't speak or move any thoughts." Yan Fei, who was left with only a pair of shorts, sat down cross-legged in front of the altar helplessly. The fire gradually weakened, but Dusou did not add firewood to fuel the fire. Dusou opened the iron box and took out a bunch of golden moxibustion Needle, walked a circle around Yan Fei, finally came behind him, and said in a deep voice: What I am using to you now is my unique technique called Feisheng Twelve Needles, which can trigger the latent in your body. Yanghuo, no matter how hot you feel it is unbearable, you have to grit your teeth and endure it. After passing this test, you can take Yangjing Huopo, and then it depends on your fortune.

Yan Fei condensed his fighting spirit, nodded and said: "Please, old man, let's do it!" Du Sou let out a loud cry and stabbed his back with a golden needle, injecting a scorching true energy, extremely pure, Yan Fei knew that he would not hesitate to consume his true energy, and stimulated his meridians with yang energy, so he hurriedly collected his mind, Get rid of distracting thoughts and guard the dantian silently. Dusou kept roaring, raising, pumping, falling, restraining, pointing, and turning. Every time he screamed, a needle pierced Yan Fei's body. When the twelve golden needles were piercing his whole body, Yan Fei was already terribly cold, and he couldn't bear it anymore. Dusou's forecast is completely opposite. It turned out that every time Dusou took an injection, Yan Fei's dantian produced a chill, and by the twelfth injection, the chill had spread all over his body, just like the situation when the witch Qingti killed him. He really wanted to tell Dusou that the situation was different, but his whole body was frozen by the cold air, he couldn't hear, see, or speak, and he was miserable. But Dusou still refused to give up, and continued to transmit his true energy through the twelve golden needles, not to release his latent yang energy, but to trigger the injuring and insidious cold energy combined with the two masters Ren Yao and Qing Ti. Yan Fei cried secretly, my life is over! In the moment of sobriety before dying, he gave birth to enlightenment. Dusou is really uneasy and kind, according to his current method of performing spells, it is reasonable to trigger the fire and yang energy of Dan Jie, if he is fed with some Yang essence and fire soul, Yang will be added to Yang, fire will be added to fire, and Dan Jie will The power of the fire will erupt in his body like volcanic lava, so it's no wonder he didn't burn himself to death like a wind Taoist. In this way, he may only have a ball of pill fire left like Taoist Feng back then, and Dusou will wait to refine the pill robbery again through his human medicine. Therefore, he doesn't care whether he is fasting and bathing, or worshiping the Taoist ancestors, even the situation of advancing yang and retreating yin, because he Yan Fei is only a living material for alchemy. Yan Fei yelled at himself for being stupid, but he didn't blame Du Sou for his annoyance. He only blamed himself for his eagerness to get well, so much so that he ignored Du Sou's full of loopholes and tricks. In a daze, a ball of fire was stuffed into the mouth and poured down the throat. Yan Fei's heart was in a bad mood, and he still had lingering fears about the suffering of the cold and heat. He never imagined that he would not be able to die in peace and happiness, and that he would have to suffer this terrible way of death one more time. Song Beifeng searched all around Dusou's courtyard, but found no suspicious person, so relieved, Ming Jin withdrew his troops and went back home. He really wanted to sneak into the courtyard and peep at Yan Fei's situation, but he was afraid that Du Sou would be so smart that he might detect outsiders invading and destroy Yan Fei's good deeds, so he gave up this idea. He had just turned out of Yangchun Lane and stepped into another narrow alley, when a tall and thin man appeared at the entrance of the alley ahead, staring at him without blinking, and slowly walking towards him, with a hint of coldness on the corner of his mouth smile. Song Beifeng stopped and stood still, put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and at the same time listened to all directions to detect if there was another ambush nearby. The man stopped a few feet away from him, with one palm in front of him and the other behind his back, he said with a faint smile: "I have heard about Song Beifeng's Xuanyang Sword, which is the first sword among nine-rank masters, but I don't know the rumors about it." It is not exaggerated, so I am here to confirm it today. Song Beifeng said in a deep voice: Little living Maitreya Zhu is not returning! (End of Volume 4)