The Tao is far away

Wang Chi squatted by the stream, not caring whether there were parasites or not, he put his mouth over the water and drank it in big gulps.

I was so thirsty that after eating a few dry buns, it seemed as if all the water in my body was sucked away.

After drinking, Wang Chi stepped on the protruding stones in the stream and reached the other side of the stream steadily.

Wang Chi saw his own grave again.

Just yesterday, he buried himself with his own hands.

This strange feeling made Wang Chi's scalp tingle. It was really too weird.

"Fuck, my own grave!"

However, Wang Chi discovered that the position of the stones he had piled on the grave had changed.

Wang Chi squatted on the ground and looked at it carefully, and found that the tomb had been dug up, and the stones were covered with claw marks, as if it had been visited by some kind of wild beast.

What beast is so powerful?

Was the body dug out and eaten?

Thinking of this, Wang Chi hurriedly moved the stone away, ignoring the pain in his fingers, and quickly dug it open.

His body was really gone!

Suddenly, Wang Chi realized that this could not have been done by a wild beast. If it had been done by a wild beast, there would definitely be a pit here, and it would never be restored, even if the restoration was a bit sloppy.

Thinking of this, Wang Chi finally realized it and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He felt as if there were a pair of malicious eyes watching him. Looking around, he saw only green, tall trees.

There was no one around, and I didn't know if it was because of fear, but the feeling of being watched did not diminish at all.

"Never mind, let's dig out the gun first." Wang Chi muttered to himself.

The pit where the guns were buried was not deep and was dug out in a short while. He didn't have time to count the items and put them all into the storage bag. He then took out the talisman that Carpenter Wang gave him and held it tightly in his hand.

Carpenter Wang said that it would stimulate itself, and now we can only try our best to save the situation.

At this time, the last sun in the sky was about to set. Wang Chi held the talisman tightly and staggered down the mountain. He felt relieved when he saw Carpenter Wang's shop.

A breeze blew by, and Wang Chi found that his body was already soaked with sweat, making him feel a little cold.

Back at the shop, Carpenter Wang was working with a plane.

After paying his respects to his master, Wang Chi walked to the kitchen, took out the firewood from the storage bag, and piled it neatly together.

After finishing, Wang Chi walked out of the house and asked the master: "Master, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Carpenter Wang said without even looking up: "I went down the mountain today and bought you some meat to replenish your body."

"By the way, the small house next to it is built for you."

"Go and rest after you finish eating. Come back in two hours."

After listening, Wang Chi thanked him and went to the kitchen to get half a roast chicken and a steamed bun.

Wang Chi pushed open the door of the cabin. There was a bed, a table and a stool inside. It was simple and the air was filled with the fragrance of wood.

The wooden house was not built in the morning, but Carpenter Wang built it in the afternoon.

However, Wang Chi thought about the many videos of building houses he had seen when he was watching short videos. Besides, Carpenter Wang was not an ordinary person, so he was not surprised.

Wang Chi wolfed down the roast chicken and steamed buns and fell asleep.

He was really tired. First he flew in the sky, then he chopped wood for an afternoon, and then he found that his original body was gone. He was exhausted both physically and mentally, and began to snore.

As night falls, the chirping of crickets adds a sense of tranquility to the night.

"come to me."

Carpenter Wang’s words appeared in Wang Chi’s mind. Wang Chi was sleeping soundly at this moment. He suddenly jumped up with a “swoosh” when he heard these words.

Wang Chi opened his eyes, exhaled, and looked a little unhappy. It seemed that he was in a bad mood after waking up.

Wang Chi sat on the bed for a while, and when he felt sleepy, he put on his linen clothes and went to Carpenter Wang.

"Master, I'm late."

At this time, Carpenter Wang was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes slightly closed. There was a blue light lingering around his body, which was extremely strange.

Seeing that Carpenter Wang ignored him, Wang Chi could only stand aside respectfully.

About half an hour later, Carpenter Wang slowly opened his eyes, and the blue light also penetrated into his body.

Wang Chi's legs were numb from standing there. When he saw Carpenter Wang open his eyes, he was overjoyed: "Master."

Carpenter Wang said earnestly, "Er Gou, let me ask you one last time, are you really willing to practice cultivation?"

"I have to tell you, the path of cultivation is full of dangers. If you are not careful, you may lose your life."

"You have to think about it carefully!"

"It's not too late to regret now. If you don't want to, I can teach you carpentry and make a living."

After saying that, Carpenter Wang stared at Wang Chi intently, as if he was looking at some valuable object.

Hearing what Carpenter Wang said, Wang hesitated for a while, then said solemnly: "Master, I am willing to practice, and I want to see the outside world."

Wang Chi was reluctant at first, but when he saw the look in Carpenter Wang's eyes, it seemed as if he would be eaten alive if he made the wrong choice, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and choose to practice.

Hearing this, Carpenter Wang was not very happy. He took a long breath and said, "Okay, I hope you won't regret it in the future."

Wang Chi was wondering at this time, there were many children in their teens in the village, why did they choose him alone?

So he asked tentatively: "Master, can you call Erhu over? I want to practice with him."

Carpenter Wang smiled and said, "You are kind, but this kind of practice is not something that everyone can do."

"what??"

Seeing Wang Chi's puzzled look, Carpenter Wang said, "If a mortal wants to practice, he must have spiritual roots. You are the only one with spiritual roots in this village. Oh, yes, and me."

Wang Chi was still confused.

"When you were unconscious that day, I checked your body and found that you actually had three spiritual roots: fire, water, and wood. Moreover, your spiritual thoughts are so strange that I can be hurt."

Spiritual roots? Divine thoughts? Wang Chi was confused at this moment.

"Master, is it true that the more spiritual roots one has, the more powerful one is?"

"Haha, no, on the contrary, a single spiritual root is the best. Dual spiritual roots are also OK. Both of them can directly enter the Qi Refining Stage."

"For three spiritual roots, four spiritual roots, and five spiritual roots, one must first condense the Qi and open up the tendons and meridians in the body before one can practice."

After listening to Carpenter Wang's explanation, Wang Chi was a little confused, so he asked again: "What is the divine thought?"

Carpenter Wang raised his head slightly and said, "I have seen it in an ancient book before, but it was not very clear, and I don't know it either." Carpenter Wang smiled embarrassedly.

Wang Chi asked again: "What can people who practice cultivation gain? Longevity?"

Carpenter Wang did not get annoyed and said patiently: "Practice, practice. I have not met many cultivators, and I don't know what I can get, maybe power, wealth, or longevity. I practice just for revenge!" When talking about revenge, Carpenter Wang's face was ferocious, veins bulged, and he looked extremely scary.

Wang Chi was frightened by Carpenter Wang's expression and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

Carpenter Wang also realized that he had lost his composure, coughed twice, and said, "Well, you will know what cultivation is in the future."

"Okay, you can go back." After saying that, Carpenter Wang sat cross-legged again and began his practice.

Wang Chi noticed the bamboo hanging around Carpenter Wang’s neck. It was the soul-nourishing wood, and it only had one section.

Wang Chi stepped back and returned to the cabin. He lay on the bed and stared at the neatly cut ceiling in a trance.