The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 215: Yue Family's Secret Technique, Snow Furnace Sword Forging

In the early morning, under a hanging spring waterfall, there was a figure sitting in meditation, cross-legged with eyes closed, letting the waterfall flow down without moving.

He was only wearing a white training suit, which was wet by the water and clung to his body, revealing his strong muscles and full of masculinity.

It's just a shiny bald head that ruins the view.

Outside the waterfall, there stood a heroic female general, holding a wooden stick with a stern look in her eyes. Whenever the meditating person's qi became disordered, she would hit him hard with the stick.

"concentrate!"

"Don't let your spirit wander, don't let your energy leak out!"

"Come again!"

After an unknown amount of time, the sun was already high in the sky, and Zhang Jiuyang finally ended his hard training.

He rubbed the bruises on his body and slowly walked out of the waterfall, activating the lightning and fire energy in his body, causing white mist to rise around him and his clothes to become dry instantly.

He skillfully put on the wig and inserted a hairpin on his head, and turned into a handsome and elegant Taoist priest in white, with extremely full of energy and spirit, and his eyes were bright.

If an ordinary person looked into his eyes, they would feel that his gaze was as sharp as a knife, making it difficult to look directly at him.

This is a manifestation of the three flowers of essence, energy and spirit gradually reaching their peak. When the flowers fall and become medicine, their spirit will be restrained and return to nature.

After returning to the Shen Mansion, he stayed indoors for a few days and practiced hard every day under Yue Ling's guidance.

In order to train his concentration, Yue Ling even asked him to meditate under a waterfall. He would be considered qualified only if his mind was completely unmoved.

This was the hard training she had experienced before, and now it fell on Zhang Jiuyang's head.

The process is very hard, but the results are very significant.

Zhang Jiuyang's concentration during meditation and qigong training was greatly improved, and his training efficiency naturally improved by leaps and bounds. After a few days of hard training, he was able to achieve results comparable to those of more than a month before.

"Yes, you have successfully reached the first level."

There was a hint of approval in Yue Ling's eyes.

“Is there a second floor?”

"Of course."

Yue Ling looked at the waterfall, his eyes full of memories, and said, "The second level is to spread the Qi throughout the body during practice, so that no water can leak out, and the clothes will not get wet, and there will be no hindrance at all."

Zhang Jiuyang's mind moved. The difficulty had increased greatly. When practicing, his mind was fully focused. How could he have the energy to be flawless?
But on second thought, if I can do it, it will be equivalent to a great tempering of my mind and spirit. Even if I go into seclusion in the future, I will be able to illuminate all directions and feel the coming of autumn before the cicadas come.

"As for the third highest level, one must break the waterfall with Qi, withstand the pressure of a hundred feet, and force oneself into a state of total oblivion. This way, one can maximize the efficiency of meditation!"

As he spoke, Yue Ling walked towards the waterfall.

She was still in her armor, her cape fluttering in the wind, her hand on the hilt of her sword, full of bravery. Even though she had her eyes closed, she still walked like a dragon or a tiger.

In an instant, her breathing became very long, almost imperceptible, rising and falling at a unique and mysterious frequency.

That extremely handsome face was as bright as jade and sparkling with light, and it was obvious that he had entered a very deep state of meditation.

The rushing waterfall did not fall on her, but was broken by a terrifying aura, like a plain brocade cut by a sharp blade.

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils trembled. No wonder Yue Ling was already a great cultivator of the fifth realm at such a young age, and had even seen the threshold of the sixth realm.

What kind of penance did she go through?
Moreover, she doesn't even need to sit in a meditation posture. She meditates while walking, standing, sitting or lying down. She has engraved the practice into her bones and is no longer bound by actions.

After the demonstration, Yue Ling left the waterfall again and instantly came out of his meditation state. There was no sluggishness or influence in the transition.

"This is a method I created during my practice. I named it the Yue Family Heart Method."

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

Your name is really simple and unpretentious.

"It's a pity that our Yue family members have limited talent, and not even one of them can learn it. Zhang Jiuyang, you are really smart. You got the hang of it in just a few days."

Yue Ling looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a hint of excitement in her eyes.

Back then, she also tried to emulate her ancestor Yue Jingzhong and create various methods for future generations to practice. However, no one could master what she had painstakingly created!
She once vowed to put this Yue family secret method in the treasure house of the Imperial Observatory, thinking that many people would come to exchange it. However, when others saw that it was created by her, they would rather spend their good deeds to learn those extremely superficial methods than come to exchange it.

No one wants a price reduction.

This made her feel discouraged and she found an opportunity to teach a group of people a lesson in the name of training.

Everyone says it's difficult, but she clearly thinks it's very simple!

Look at Zhang Jiuyang, he got the hang of it in just a few days, his speed is almost as fast as her, the founder. This shows that there are still people who can succeed.

It’s just that those people are too stupid to be taught.

"Okay, let's practice a second time. But this time we can't use wooden sticks. We need to use iron sticks instead. This way, when we hit you, you will remember it."

"By the way, I can also help you practice the hard skills of the Immortal Golden Body."

As he spoke, Yue Ling threw away the wooden stick in his hand, then took out the iron rod that he had prepared long ago, and gently knocked it at the big tree next to him.

boom!
A big hole was knocked out in the tree that two people could hug together, and wood chips flew everywhere and the branches and leaves shook.

"Hey, Zhang Jiuyang, why are you running?"

"Come back, I'll be gentler!"

……

Zhang Jiuyang fled in a panic, even using the earth escape technique among the thirteen escape techniques, and ran all the way into the Shen Mansion.

He hadn't been home for several days, and as soon as he entered the Shen family's house, he was suddenly startled.

What a strong temper!
With the inheritance of the Spirit Officer, he was very sensitive to the power of fire. In the past, the Shen family had never had such a strong fire. The air seemed to become hot and dry. It was as if they were sitting on a volcano.

He opened his third eye, looked carefully, and then fixed his gaze towards somewhere in the west.

There was the source of the fire. The red fire power was extremely strong, like an endless furnace. Zhang Jiuyang smelled the scent of fire.

He swallowed subconsciously.

After cultivating the spiritual official's third eye, he could smell the scent of different flames. The better the flame, the more delicious the smell.

The most delicious flame he had ever seen was Yue Ling’s Mingwang Golden Flame.

But the fire there was so intense and the smell so pure that it was almost as good as Yue Ling's.

How come there is suddenly a place like this in the Shen Mansion?

Without hesitation, he fled there and soon arrived at the courtyard in the west.

This was a simple house with the words "Xuelu" written on the plaque on the door. Before he even stepped into the door, he felt a raging fire coming towards him and heard the crisp sound of iron hammering in his ears.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly. He already knew who was inside.

Daqian’s famous weapon refining master, Nie Longquan!
It is said that Nie Longquan's ancestors for seven generations were all swordsmiths, and his generation was even better than their ancestors.

According to legend, he has some connection with the mysterious East China Sea Sword Pavilion. He has gone to sea many times and is suspected to have been instructed by a sword fairy.

Later, he was no longer limited to swords, and everything in the world could be used as a weapon. He even used it to gain enlightenment and created a unique method of practice.

To refine tools is to refine Qi.

Some people said that every time he refined a magic weapon, his cultivation would increase a little. The higher the grade of the magic weapon, the faster his cultivation would increase.

It's so miraculous.

Taiping Temple, Baiyun Temple and other major sects had extended olive branches to him, but they did not expect that he would finally be willing to stay and work for the Shen family for the sake of Old Madam Shen.

Among the three fourth-level cultivators of the Shen family, Nie Longquan has the highest cultivation and status.

This snow stove was specially made for him by Old Madam Shen. It looks simple, but the things inside are priceless.

For example, that ordinary big stone is actually black iron worth a fortune, and those rotten wood with very rough bark are the dark wood that Mrs. Shen spent a lot of money to transport from southern Xinjiang.

Even the stone well in the courtyard was not filled with groundwater, but melted snow from three winters that Madam Shen had ordered to be transported from the Heavenly Spring in the Western Regions.

It is said that the old lady even bought a mountain specifically for him, named Longquan Mountain, not because the mountain was precious, but simply because the mountain was named Longquan.

clang! clang! clang! clang!
The sound of hammering iron in the snow furnace became louder and clearer, as if there was some kind of pattern hidden in it, and the rhythm would change after every thirty-six hammers.

"Fan the fire, fan the fire!"

"The fire is still not strong enough!"

"What's wrong with you bastards? If you don't put in some effort, I'll throw you all into the furnace and burn you like charcoal!"

A fiery voice sounded, full of energy and unusually loud.

"Master Nie, we really can't do it anymore. We are too tired!"

"Yeah, I can't even lift my hands!"

One voice after another was heard, all of them were servants from the Shen residence.

"How come you are so young, but you are all less useful than an old man like me?"

"Go, quickly change a group of people for me!"

"Yes!"

Those servants fled as if they had been pardoned. Someone saw Zhang Jiuyang and quickly saluted, but was stopped by him when he wanted to say something.

After everyone left, Zhang Jiuyang slowly stepped into the room where the anger was most concentrated.

In an instant, a hot current came towards me, rolling like waves.

The temperature inside the room was several times higher than outside, even to the point of being scalding hot, just like the sauna room in the previous life.

Zhang Jiuyang saw an old man with white beard and white hair.

This must be the most powerful old man he has ever seen in his life.

I saw the old man with his upper body naked, revealing his bronzed and muscular body, and his abdominal muscles were clearly defined, as if they were cut by a knife or an axe.

clang!clang!clang!
He wielded a heavy hammer, and every blow would create dazzling sparks. He forged a piece of fine steel repeatedly, and his sweat poured down like rain. The sweat dripped onto the hot steel, making a crisp sound before being evaporated in an instant.

The old man was extremely focused when forging, and his breathing was rough and heroic, like a bellows fanning the fire.

He actually entered a strange state, as if he was meditating under a waterfall, completely focused and almost obsessed.

What attracted Zhang Jiuyang even more was his hammering skills.

Each blow was powerful and heavy, like a meteorite falling or a mountain collapsing. It was full of oppression, but it seemed as if the heart moved freely, with some strength left.

After thirty-six violent hammer strikes, he would let out a long breath, and the heat accumulated in his body would gush out like a fire snake.

In this process, his spirit and body seemed to have undergone a beating and became purer.

Zhang Jiuyang secretly admired what a mysterious hammer technique.

It was unknown how long it had been before the old man finally finished beating the steel. He then noticed Zhang Jiuyang standing not far away and mistook him for someone who had come to fan the fire.

"Kid, what are you looking at? Take off your clothes and fan the fire!"

(End of this chapter)