Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 245: Yuanshen Day Tour
On Mount Zhongnan, Chongyang Palace, which has been abandoned for quite some time, is currently being rebuilt. The imperial court has mobilized a large number of laborers and craftsmen to help with the repairs. In fact, the Chongyang Palace is still relatively well preserved, and it may take at most one or two months for it to reopen its gates and recruit disciples.

As for the expenses needed for repairs, Yang Kang did not argue with the Quanzhen Sect and let them bear all the costs. He would not pay a penny anyway.

In fact, this is somewhat of an attempt to cover up the truth. Knowing that the current emperor has connections with Quanzhen Sect and is a disciple of Changchunzi Qiu Chuji, there are naturally countless wealthy merchants willing to donate money to Quanzhen Sect. Why would Quanzhen Sect need to worry about the cost of repairs?
Who knows, after a round of renovations, the Quanzhen Sect might even make a fortune, and become richer and richer as it continues to renovate.

The wind blew over the hills, the moon shone on the secluded mountains, the sky was filled with stars, and the stone-paved mountain path was like being ironed with a layer of silver frost. Yang Kang climbed to the top of the mountain alone, and under a big tree on the top of the mountain, he saw Qiu Chuji sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The wind playfully played with Qiu Chuji's clothes and hair; the moonlight blurred the traces of time left on him. He sat there quietly, and with every breath he took, he seemed to have achieved a wonderful unity with the rhythm of the entire mountain.

The entire mountain seemed to be alive, and every blade of grass and every tree were like elves under the moon, cheering and leaping for joy.

With mortal eyes, one can only see the ease of this Taoist, and know that he is extraordinary.

With his keen spiritual perception, he realized that this Taoist was so domineering that he had turned all the mountains and rivers into his own domain and kingdom. Everything was under his control without any omissions.

The emperor governs his country by relying on his subjects, while the Taoist governs the mountains and rivers by relying on the grass, trees, moonlight, wind, dew, frost and snow... Everything he sees is through his ears and eyes.

Feeling the Qi from afar, Yang Kang couldn't help but discover with some disappointment that he still had no idea about his master's depth, and facing him he still felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He was so confused at the time that he actually thought he could beat the Taoist priest in front of him to death.

As expected... they were just teasing him.

"You got what you wanted!"

"Everyone has fallen into the positions they deserve according to your idea. You should be very happy?" Yang Kang realized that since he could not see Qiu Chuji's true colors, there was no hope of revenge. He simply let go of all distracting thoughts and chose to test him with words.

Qiu Chuji closed his eyes and did not answer. He just pointed to the seat next to him and asked Yang Kang to sit down and sit cross-legged with him.

Yang Kang let out a breath of depressed air, and chose to sit next to Qiu Chuji, and then breathed in and out together.

What else can he do?

We can't have another round of crazy literature!

shameful!
Under the leadership of Qiu Chuji, Yang Kang quickly caught up with the pace.

One breath in and one breath out, one breath in and one breath out!
Simple, efficient, direct, yet straight to the essence.

The so-called internal strength, true energy, cultivation, longevity... all begin with "breathing". When a person's breathing overlaps with the rhythm of heaven and earth, that breath is like the tide of all things in heaven and earth.

The practice of worldly cultivation is actually a process of constantly simplifying things into complexity and then simplifying things again.

And everything that is perceived, understood, and acquired in this process is the cultivation itself.

If by luck you can break out of the current situation and feel a breath or an inhalation at a higher level, that is called "opportunity".

At this time, for Qiu Chuji, it was just normal practice, but for Yang Kang, it was the opportunity that had arrived.

When a saint preaches, the truth is not just in words, but also in everything, such as breathing, rhythm, frequency, etc., led by the saint.

Therefore, the teachings of saints are spread throughout the world, but those who listen to the saints’ teachings in person gain more.

Neither of them spoke any more, and they just wandered in this unrestrained and comfortable breathing environment.

Yang Kang could even feel that after he had forcibly seized the Yuan Qi from Changbai Mountain, his Zhen Qi practice, which had been stagnant for a long time, had actually made a slight progress. Although it was not much, it was a sign of progress. If he could master this frequency on his own, then his future practice would be much easier and more enjoyable.

However, this is obviously impossible.

Qiu Chuji has formed a golden elixir inside his body and his soul has taken shape. His realm is much higher than Yang Kang. How can Yang Kang truly feel what Qiu Chuji feels?
He practiced like this for most of the night. When the sun slowly began to emit a red light from the other side of the mountain, Qiu Chuji's soul naturally jumped out from above his head.

The primordial spirit absorbed the light of the rising sun. The natural heat of daylight between heaven and earth invaded this cold spiritual body. Little by little, the pure yang of heaven and earth was absorbed into the primordial spirit. Between the brows of the primordial spirit, it seemed as if a big sun was lit up. As the sun rose between heaven and earth, it became dazzling.

The originally pure yin spirit reached its extreme yin and gave birth to yang, and naturally crossed the natural chasm.

Slowly, the soul condensed on the side of Qiu Chuji's body.

At this time, the yin and yang of the soul are combined, and it moves day and night. Naturally, it is no longer a simple invisible and intangible energy body. It can convert between energy body and matter.

This means that even if Qiu Chuji has lost his physical body, he can still exist without any hindrance with his daily soul. However, without a physical body to rely on, his soul is equivalent to having its way forward cut off.

The primordial spirit can exist completely independently of the physical body, and its dependence on the physical body is reduced to almost zero. However, it must survive the thunder tribulation and transform into a yang spirit.

Of course, the difference between the daily Yuanshen and Yangshen is more than that.

The day-traveling soul means that it can manifest itself, can travel thousands or tens of thousands of miles in broad daylight, can manifest in broad daylight, and with the help of the Yang fire energy, perform some powerful extraordinary methods... And the Yang God is light, the origin of all light, the only thought in all realms, has been tainted with a hint of immortality, and from then on begins to escape from the cycle of reincarnation, without fear of small cause and effect.

The transformation from night travel to day travel is the change of the nature of the soul from yin to yang.

The transformation from Daytime Travel to Yang God is the spiritual transformation from mortal to immortal god, and the gap between them is even more difficult to measure than that from Nighttime Travel to Daytime Travel.

Once I use the demon fetus to plant a demon, and practice Taoism to plant the demon in my heart, I use Yang Kang's body to enter the catastrophe, and after experiencing the catastrophe, my mind and spirit will return to me, which can help the soul to travel during the day. However, if I enter the catastrophe and practice under the same circumstances, it is completely wishful thinking to want to turn the wandering soul into the Yang God.

Yang Kang sensed the changes in the natural fluctuations between heaven and earth, and an extremely terrifying energy aggregate appeared beside him. When he opened his eyes, he saw two Qiu Chujis, one sitting cross-legged and continuing to breathe in and out, and the other standing between heaven and earth, like a light source, but absorbing the sun's brilliance.

"Huh?" Yang Kang didn't understand. Even though he was already in the stage of transforming from a demon fetus into a Taoist and was about to obtain an innate Taoist body, he was still extremely shocked by the scene happening before his eyes.

Coming back from the dead, creating an incarnation... these are all magical methods!
Could it be that his master was really an immortal who came to earth, like in the stories about immortals in those storybooks, to enlighten him?

Well...if that's true, then I have misunderstood him as my master!

After all, in some legends and novels, the tests imposed by immortals on their disciples are more numerous and complicated. In comparison... his experience seems to be a little inadequate.

Qiu Chuji slowly opened his eyes, then nodded slightly towards his 'primordial spirit'.

"Thank you for your advice, fellow Taoist! I understand!" Qiu Chuji said to the 'primordial spirit'.

Yuanshen Qiu Chuji said: "You and I are originally one. Now I will go back. You practice on your own. When my Yang Shen is fully developed one day, you and I will become one. All of us will be the same. Once we have achieved enlightenment, we will be able to see the scenery from a higher level."

Qiu Chuji nodded: "As ordered!"

Yang Kang was confused. Why did these two "masters" seem to be so different?
Qiu Chuji, who was in the state of Yuan Shen, turned to Yang Kang and said, "My path has made great progress today with your help, so I should naturally fulfill my promise. Are you willing to go with me to the world to see the scenery at a higher level?"

Yang Kang had no reason to hesitate, and nodded immediately: "Of course!"

He could also feel the constraints of the world on him. At this moment, Yang Kang was like a giant python, but was confined in a small water tank. Although he could survive, it was difficult for him to stretch his body, and it was even more difficult for him to fully display his own advantages and characteristics.

Qiu Chuji, who was in his spirit state, stepped forward, grabbed Yang Kang's arm, and said, "Don't resist!"

Then, with the sound of a bell, he was dragged into the small world.

In this small world, the physical body and the soul merged, and the more compatible physical body and the soul reached resonance. The golden elixir in Qiu Chuji's dantian also became more brilliant, dazzling, round and flawless.

The so-called breaking the elixir and becoming an infant is naturally also a way of cultivation.

But it is not the same path that Qiu Chuji is taking now.

Gold represents immortality, elixir represents perfection, the golden elixir is the great way, why should we seek for it anymore?
"This is outside the world. It is a small world opened up by the master. The master has left a mark on you. From now on, you can enter and exit this small world once a month. Here you can view the Xiantian map and the various books that the master has placed here. You can pick fruits to increase your inspiration and understanding, and deduce the Dharma."

"Of course, if you get the chance and a fellow Taoist comes to visit you, you can also communicate with them, but don't trust them easily."

"After some time, I will make some preparations as a master. After obtaining your consent, I may take you to another world for a while to gain some experience!" Qiu Chuji gave a simple introduction and explanation.

Yang Kang was dazzled.

He also had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this place, and in his perception, everything in this small world was not just a simple presentation of what the naked eye could see, but many principles and rules, just like fruits hanging on the tree above his head, which seemed to be ready to be picked later.

Everything in the world is clearer and clearer than ever before.

This is a place of supreme treasure. Even if it is barren, practicing here for a hundred years can be equivalent to practicing in other places for a thousand or ten thousand years.

"No wonder his cultivation is so powerful. With a place like this, if he still can't cultivate to the highest level, wouldn't it be a waste and a pity?" Yang Kang thought to himself, and became more convinced of Qiu Chuji.

After all, if he had such an adventure, it would probably be difficult to share it.

At most, he would let his mother Bao Xiruo and his wife Mu Nianci know something, and sharing it with his disciples or anyone else is definitely impossible!
(End of this chapter)