The master pointed to me in the distance and said to me, "The entrance to the underground palace of the Lao Huang family is at that place."

I looked towards the direction of my master's finger and saw that the other side of the river bank was completely covered by thick white mist. There was a very large shadow among the clouds and mist, which looked like a huge mountain.

But it's strange that we were at that time, not too far from the other side of the river, but the fog did not affect us at all, and it was only entrenched on another floor of the river.

Huang Changrong finally parked the boat next to a small island in the middle of the river. After getting off the boat, he crossed a reed land and could see a house made of pure wood from a distance.

A few vegetable fields were also cultivated on the open space in front of the house, and some vegetables were planted in the field.

Looking at this place, it looks like a secluded place for self-cultivation and self-cultivation. And looking at the vigorous growth of the vegetables, it seems that people often come to take care of this place.

When we arrived at the door, the master asked us to stay where we were waiting, but he entered the house alone.

After a while, I heard the master say in the room, "What is Buddha?"

Immediately, a strange voice responded: "I am a Buddha, and you are also a Buddha. All things in the world, flowers and plants, are all Buddhas... Huh? Donor Chai, why are you back?"

Then I heard my master shouting inside the room: "Come in."

When I entered the house, I saw an old man who looked very sloppy sitting on the wooden floor. His clothes were almost broken, his gray hair was covered with messes on his shoulders, and his beard was also very long, gray, and also messy.

But this person has a very kind face and exudes a kind of affinity similar to Senior Brother Zhuang.

After Huang Changrong and Huang Changsheng entered the house, they folded their hands together and saluted to the old man: "Master Chengyun."

This person is the monk Chengyun mentioned by my master? But shouldn’t the monk have no hair?

But I can only think about this kind of question in my heart, but I dare not ask. Judging from Master Chengyun's age, he must be my elder, and I can see that Master and him seem to have always had a relationship. If I say anything disrespectful at this time, Master may scold me.

So I also hugged the old man with fists and said, "Master Chengyun."

At this time, Liu Shangang asked my master: "Is this man a monk? Why do you have such long hair?"

The master smiled and said nothing. Master Chengyun also smiled and said, "If you have hair, aren't you a monk? Is it possible that the little donor will change his clothes and call him Liu Shangang?"

Liu Shangang opened his eyes wide and looked at Master Chengyun in surprise: "Do you recognize me?"

But Master Chengyun's answer made people confused: "I may not recognize you, you may not recognize me, I may not recognize me, you may not recognize you. What you recognize is just a body, what you do not recognize is just a false cloud. Is it important to you whether you recognize it or not?"

At that time, I was wondering why this old man was talking for no reason, could he be crazy?

My master found a chair to sit down and said with a smile: "The monk always likes to carry Zen when speaking, so that his Taoism is higher than others."

Master Chengyun also smiled at my master: "What kind of Zen is not Zen? When I see young people, I am happy, just to tease him. But it is true that my Taoism is high. Whoever is interested in Buddhism can be regarded as my teacher, and the tuition fee can be negotiated."

While speaking, he looked at me again, raised his eyebrows and said, "This little donor, are you with your eyes open? Well, it's not bad. I see that you have a clear and upright bones and a straight face. If you can convert to Buddhism, you will definitely be able to cultivate a rare Buddhist relationship. Otherwise, you should worship me as your teacher, as long as you provide me with food and drink, the tuition will be waived."

When he said this, my master kept frowning. As soon as he finished speaking, my master said from the side: "He is Zuo Youdao, my disciple!"

Master Chengyun rolled his eyes at my master helplessly: "Look at you, why are you taking it seriously? I don't know that he is your apprentice, so I'm just teasing him."

My master also looked helpless: "You are lying and breaking the precepts."

Master Chengyun was happy: "Mencius does not lie, but I am not a monk."

Liu Shangang couldn't help but interrupt again: "Aren't you a monk? Why are you not a monk?"

Master Chengyun: "A monk must be a monk? A monk must be a monk?"

"Monk, isn't it just a monk?" Liu Shangang asked with some uncertainty.

Master Chengyun: "Of course the monk is a monk, so what do you need to ask?"

My master probably couldn't stand it anymore, so he interrupted the conversation between Liu Shangang and Master Chengyun: "Okay, Fatty, don't discuss this with the monk. You will be surrounded by him after a while."

After that, the master said to Master Chengyun again: "Huang Qixiao's whereabouts are unknown. I plan to take Youdao and others to the underground palace tomorrow. What do you think about this?"

Master Chengyun shook his head: "It's hard to find the entrance to the underground palace even if the fog doesn't dissipate. In my opinion, I'm still waiting for the rabbit here. Those people will go to that place sooner or later."

When Master Chengyun was speaking, I saw a meaningful expression on his face.

My master stared at Master Chengyun for a while, nodded: "Well, it's okay to wait for the rabbit."

Master Chengyun smiled slightly and stopped talking. After about a few seconds, his temperament became very quiet and peaceful, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

My master lit a dry tobacco and started smoking slowly.

Huang Changsheng took Huang Yulian to clean up the bed we were going to sleep in tonight. Huang Changrong sat in the hall, took out a very small wine pot from his arms, and started drinking silently.

It was about six o'clock at that time. From this time until the next morning, no one in the wooden house spoke, including me, Liang Houzai and Liu Shangang. Huang Yulian made a meal at around 10 o'clock. During the meal, he could only hear the collision of chopsticks and bowls, and the sound of my master swallowing them.

Nothing happened overnight.

Early the next morning, my master took Liang Houzai and me to practice martial arts as usual, while Liu Shangang ran around the edge of the island by himself.

After morning exercise, I should have breakfast normally, but the master greeted Liu Shangang, pulled the three of us to the riverside, and said to us: "You three took off your clothes."

Liu Shangang spoke quickly and immediately asked my master: "What are you doing?"

The master said: "It just happens to be leaning against the river. Now I will teach you the qigong. In the future, you three will often go to the tomb together. It is difficult to say what happens in the tomb. Any situation may be encountered. If you have more means, you will have more life guarantees. Stop talking nonsense, take off your clothes and go down the river!"

Master mentioned Qiguangong once when he taught me to swim, but I was still young at that time. Master said that my body had not yet grown up and was not suitable for practicing. After all these years, I almost forgot that there was such a martial art.

The three of us took off our clothes and went into the water one by one. Although it was summer, the river water was still very cold in the morning, and I got goosebumps as soon as I got into the water.

The master pointed to the river and said to us: "Sink down and try to hold your breath for a long time."

My master said so, and I could only take a long breath and sink into the water.

When I first got into the water, Liang Houzai and I were still winking at each other like a joke, but within a few seconds, I obviously felt a little stuffy in my chest and didn't dare to do extra movements, so I calmly held my breath.

Liang Houzai and I have been practicing for several years, and our breath is relatively long and we know how to make the wisp of breath in our chest condense without being messy, but Liu Shangang couldn't do it. After about a minute, he rushed out of the water. I saw through the clear river water that he was gasping continuously.

After a while, I couldn't do it anymore and could only rush out of the water and breathed wildly like Liu Shangang.

But Liang Houzai was still sinking in the water. My master told Liu Shangang and I not to make too many moves, in case of disturbing Liang Houzai.

Time passed by minute by minute, and my master was holding Liu Shangang's watch in his hand and staring silently.

Liu Shangang and I climbed ashore carefully. Liu Shangang stared at the watch in my master's hand and asked me: "Grandpa Chai, how long have I been holding it in?"

While staring at the second hand on the dial, the master responded: "You, one and a half minutes, it's pretty good. Youdao is four minutes, and it's already very powerful. Let's see how long Houzai can hold it in."

After the master finished speaking, we fell into a quiet waiting together.

I also came to my master and stared at the dial in his hand. Ten seconds passed, thirty seconds passed, and one minute passed... Liang Houzai still didn't move. I was worried that something might happen to Liang Houzai, just like going over and looking, but the master reached out to block me and signaled me not to move.

Until the minute hand on the dial passed through four squares, the master became nervous. He pushed me and said to me anxiously: "Hurry up, pull the thick load up."

As soon as the master finished speaking, I heard a "slam" sound. Liang Houzai came out of the water by himself. Like us, he kept gasping after he came out of the water.

My master looked at him with a look of surprise: "It's been nearly nine minutes, and it's almost up to the world record!"

That's what the master should have said at that time, but he didn't say how long the world record was. For this, I just checked it. The current world record of underwater breath holding is 22 minutes, but the one that seems to be pure oxygen holding, which means how long the person who holds breath underwater first absorbs pure oxygen and then dives into the water. I haven't found the record of air breath holding, and I don't know how long it takes.

But no matter what, Liang Houzai's breathing time was close to nine minutes at that time, which was incredible to me now.

Liang Houzai stood in the water, his face turned pale, and he looked confused.

I asked him tentatively: "What do you feel now? Are you okay?"

It took him a long time to react, and rubbed his temples while saying to me, "It's okay, I'm just dizzy."

My master was very surprised at the time: "Houzai, how could you hold your breath for so long? Have you practiced Qigong before?"
Chapter completed!