It Turns Out That Cultivating Immortals Is so Interesting

Bai Xin first met a monster in a water mill outside the village. That night, a short guest led a donkey to grind rice. While the guests negotiated the price, the donkey ate paper outside the door. When the deal was settled, the guest stretched out his hand to pat the donkey, and the donkey shrank into a thin sheet and was tucked into his sleeve. Bai Xin looked at it for a long time and finally couldn't help but ask if he could learn such a skill. Later, he went to Baoxia Mountain. There is a master who loves to play chess in the mountains, two or three fellow disciples with different tempers, and a spirit who often comes to ask for tea. During the day, I read scriptures, practiced Dharma, and collected herbs. At night, I listened to the rain and chatted. Occasionally, people from down the mountain came to knock on the door with lamps. He started by stabilizing a bunch of lights, and gradually learned how to control the wind, ward off evil spirits and protect himself, and he also made many friends whom he had only heard of in stories before. After I gained some skills, I picked up my bags and went down the mountain. In the distance there are spells he has never seen, mountains he has never climbed, and people waiting to meet him.