Ask About Longevity? Wait Until I Refine Myself

Li Daodao lay on the grass and asked sincerely: "Taoist Master, is there really no way to save me?" "Well, if you really want to tell me if it's true, then it's true. I'm just afraid that you won't be able to accept it. Alas, I won't say it anymore. Just lie down and live out the last two and a half days of your life." "Taoist Master, it's okay to say it!" Li Wendao immediately sat up straight. He had finally crossed over, and of course he was seizing every opportunity to survive. "Simple, make medicine!" "Ah? Didn't the Taoist Master say that there is no such magical medicine in this world?" "Oh, I meant to refine you into medicine. Hey, why did my little friend lie down again?" "Taoist Priest, I think it's good to just lie like this for two and a half days. If you are really hungry for my body, you can refine me after I leave." "My little friend, you really don't think about it?" "Don't consider it." "Oh, I also said that when you become famous in practice, I will introduce you to my sect's saint, so that you can exchange your cultivation experiences." "Master, please bow to me as a disciple!" Li Daodao kowtowed sincerely, and at this moment he made up his mind to refine himself into medicine.