The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 323: Concubine Ridge, Hibernating Dragon's Roar

"Sleeping immortal, sleeping immortal, lying high at the root of a rock, forgetting the years, the three lights sinking into the nature and becoming complete. The qi returns to the mysterious orifice, the breath is left to nature..."

Under the big locust tree, Zhang Jiuyang no longer tried to control his body by force, but let it relax and soften, with mysterious mantras flashing through his mind.

This is "Song of the Sleeping Dragon" by Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang. According to legend, Zhang Sanfeng was a disciple of Fire Dragon, and Fire Dragon was a disciple of Chen Tuan.

Therefore, Zhang Zhenren's "Song of the Sleeping Dragon" also talks about the Sleeping Dragon Pill Technique of Master Chen Tuan.

The Zhelong method that Zhang Jiuyang obtained was created by the founder Chen Tuan, but it has also been modified and improved by many senior masters to achieve perfection.

Among them are Lu Zu and Zhang Zhenren.

It can be said to be the culmination of Taoist sleeping techniques from ancient times to the present!

Under the locust tree, his breathing quickly became calm. Although his body continued to feel pain, his spirit seemed to be torn apart. His soul and flesh were both united and separated, which was very mysterious.

His breathing became longer and longer, like a hibernating dragon. In the end, he didn't breathe once for half a day, as if he was already dead.

Only if you observe carefully and patiently can you see the subtle rise and fall of his chest.

In this mysterious state, the injuries in his body were slowly brought under control, and the spread of the Yin Thunder power was greatly slowed down, as if his deepest life potential was stimulated, and he was full of vitality.

The crows in the distance stared at the scene closely, making anxious noises.

The next moment, miasma emerged and spread towards Zhang Jiuyang. In the hazy miasma, a strange figure could be vaguely seen, with cold eyes fixed firmly on Zhang Jiuyang, and there seemed to be a hint of doubt in the depths of his pupils.

She felt a mysterious Taoist charm from the other person. The other person seemed to be sleeping, or practicing. His expression became very calm and peaceful, like a deep pool, unpredictable.

But she could feel that the deathly aura on that person seemed to have faded a little.

This made her a little anxious. She had originally planned to wait until the other party died before collecting the body, but now it seemed that she had to stop him from recovering.

If this stinky Taoist priest recovered, she would be the one in trouble.

The miasma came, and wherever it went, animals fainted, and even the plants became dull, withered and died.

Seeing that the poisonous miasma was about to fall on Zhang Jiuyang, the Sword of Evil-Slaying in his hair burst out with surging sword energy again, blocking all the miasma outside.

The Dragon Binding Rope even transformed into a divine dragon and flew into the miasma on its own initiative. Without being confused at all, it went straight towards the evil figure in the miasma, emitting bursts of dragon roars.

The evil spirit in the miasma was obviously startled. She didn't expect that these two magic weapons would be so ferocious. In fear, she immediately used the escape technique to escape from here.

The Dragon Binding Rope did not chase after it, but instead remembered the task of protecting its master and flew back, turning into a golden belt around its waist.

As the evil spirits fled, the surrounding miasma quickly dissipated.

If one of the two magic weapons attacks, the other will definitely be responsible for defense to prevent Zhang Jiuyang from encountering any accidents.

This is also the reason why he dares to practice the Sleeping Dragon Dan Gong safely.

Time passed slowly, and Zhang Jiuyang had entered a very deep sleep, neither calm nor asleep, like a bent dog or a coiled dragon, his mind was not distracted and his Qi was at peace.

But to outsiders, he looked like a cold corpse at this moment, his face was pale, his breath and pulse were so weak that they were difficult to detect, and his chest had not risen or fallen for half an hour.

Coupled with the muddy and tattered clothes, and the rotting skin and flesh exposed, he looked like a corpse left in the wilderness with no one to bury it.

Time passed little by little, and the forest gradually became darker. At the beginning, there was still some starlight, but in the end, even the starlight could not be seen.

It was pitch black all around.

Because of the Evil-Slaying Sword and the Dragon-Binding Rope, the wild beasts dared not wander around, and this area seemed to have become a vacuum zone, with extreme silence. After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Dashachun, come here quickly, there is no miasma here!"

Two figures rushed out from the miasma, one was fat and the other thin. The fat man was tall, but had a simple and dull look in his eyes, while the thin man was short, but had a lively temperament and looked very shrewd.

Both of them covered their mouths and noses with medical towels, but even so, their faces were still a little blue and their foreheads were covered with sweat.

If they had not suddenly discovered this place without miasma, they would probably have been poisoned to death here.

The two were breathing heavily at this moment, looking at the miasma behind them, feeling a sense of fear in their hearts.

"Strange, why did the miasma suddenly stop here?"

"There's no wind either..."

The thin man was the first to notice something unusual. After thinking for a moment, his eyes lit up and he said, "I see. There is a high possibility that there are treasures that can control miasma hidden nearby, such as Patchouli and Perilla frutescens. I think I've seen them in the Medical Classics!"

The fat man just smiled innocently and said, "Little monkey, you are really amazing, but why are we looking for these herbs? I just want to find the ginseng king as soon as possible and use it to save my wife!"

When talking about this, a trace of anxiety suddenly appeared on his honest face.

"Dashachun, you are really stupid. The miasma here is so fierce that the medicine towels I brought are useless. If we don't have a treasure that can restrain the miasma, what can we use to find the Ginseng King?"

The thin man knocked him and then began to search around.

The fat man quickly said "oh" and started looking for it.

Not long after, the fat man suddenly shouted, as if he had discovered something.

The thin man hurried over, looked in the direction the fat man pointed, and couldn't help but gasp.

A corpse, a corpse left exposed in the wilderness!

He had some knowledge of medicine and could tell at a glance through the rotten clothes and flesh that the body had been dead for at least ten days.

"Hurry up and save people!"

A trace of anxiety appeared on the fat man's honest face, and he quickly rushed towards the corpse under the locust tree.

"Be careful not to get infected with the disease!"

The thin man's face immediately changed and he shouted loudly.

This kind of nameless rotting corpse in the mountains and forests is most likely to spread the disease, and it happened late at night, with a locust tree and a corpse, and in Guifei Ridge, which is known to many horror stories.

How can you just touch it?

But the fat man seemed to have lost his mind and had no idea what fear was. He walked up to Zhang Jiuyang, squatted down, turned him over from the ground and held him in his arms.

"Let go——"

The thin man stopped talking abruptly. He looked at Zhang Jiuyang's face with a hint of surprise. Although he still looked like a dead person with a pale face, why didn't his skin and flesh rot?
And he didn’t know if it was an illusion, but when Dashachun picked up the corpse, he seemed to see the gold belt on the other person’s waist move?
It must be the wind.

In the miasma in the distance, a pair of cold eyes were looking at the two of them from afar, and a strange smile slowly appeared at the corners of his mouth.

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(End of this chapter)