The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 11: Granting the Sword, a Visitor from the Imperial Court

Boom!

The Huangting Waijingjing glowed and the pages turned slowly.

As soon as Xuanming's mind entered the scriptures, he heard a loud roar in his ears and saw a horrible scene.

There was lightning and thunder in the sky.

The tide of chaos began to strike back at the new world.

The world diaphragm was compressed and deformed, and cracks appeared.

The newborn world faces a calamity of world destruction; chaos collides with the world, giving rise to the thunder of world destruction.

Silver snakes dance with lightning and purple thunder roars.

Mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and rivers backflowed.

The eight true gods reappeared and merged with the earth, wind, water and fire respectively. They sacrificed themselves to repair the fetal membrane of heaven and earth.

When the heaven and earth stabilized again, the thunder that raged across the universe was instinctively wrapped up by the world's will.

After a long time, five gods were born, surrounded by five colored thunders: black, white, red, green and yellow.

They traveled to the five directions and sorted out the five elements.

With its help, heaven and earth get help, yin and yang are separated, the sun and the moon are born, the five elements rotate, and mountains and rivers have spirits.

The earth gives birth to fertile soil and carries all things with virtue.

The grass and trees break through the soil and sprout green.

The river is rushing and majestic.

The world is filled with colors, colorful and gorgeous.

The world is renewed and new gods are born.

The Eight True Ones reappeared and came to the world again, guarding the eight directions of heaven and earth according to the directions of the Eight Trigrams.

The sun and the moon compete for brilliance, and yin and yang are in harmony.

The collision of the innate yin and yang energies gave birth to twelve gods, six yang and six yin, which were mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining.

The twelve gods flew into the sky, each hiding themselves, regulating the clear and turbid energy of heaven and earth, and sorting out the yin and yang of the universe.

The world becomes more spiritual and full of vitality.

Xuanming has watched the world evolve for as long as it has.

On this day, heaven and earth shook.

The stars in the sky appeared one after another, revolving around the sun and the moon, there were as many as 365 of them in total.

Twelve gods and the five thunder gods appeared, interpreting the principles of yin and yang and the five elements, and Xuanming was immersed in it.

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Oh oh~!
The sound of cockcrow awakens Xuanming.

Through the window, I saw a hint of paleness in the sky.

He got up from the bed, walked to the window, and sat cross-legged on the treetop as usual. After collecting the purple air from the morning sun and having breakfast, Xuanming did not go to the Sutra Repository as usual, but continued to stay in the Taoist Temple.

Beneath the vigorous old pine tree, a white-haired Taoist priest sits cross-legged.

Close your eyes and concentrate, trying to comprehend what you have gained from contemplating the sutra last night.

This time when he entered the "Huangting Waijing Yujing" and saw the evolution of heaven and earth again, he comprehended various principles and had three realizations as last time. In addition to perfecting the "Hunyuan Yiqi Jue" to the realm of Qi training, he also comprehended two powerful techniques.

But he was not in a hurry to practice.

The way of spiritual practice, Tao is the foundation.

Compared with magical powers and techniques, Xuanming is more concerned with principles and techniques, which are the basis of his pursuit of immortality.

As the sun rises and the moon sets, in addition to accumulating magical power, Xuanming has been digesting the principles and putting them to use for three consecutive days.

Until the fourth day, the sun rose.

After collecting the purple energy, he was about to practice magic when he suddenly saw Chang'anzi peeking outside the yard.

"What are you doing sneaking around outside, little brat?"

"Come in quickly."

Upon hearing this, Chang'anzi immediately ran into the yard. After bowing his head, his eyes lit up and he seemed to be hesitant to speak, with an expression that said, "Go ahead and ask me something."

After six years of living together day and night, Xuanming has long been accustomed to the fact that this cheap nephew has this kind of reaction every time he has something to eat.

But I don't intend to spoil him.

The more Chang'anzi did this, the less Xuanming asked.

He raised his hand and the peach wood sword on the table vibrated, flew out of the hut and landed in his hand. He raised his hand and began to practice Bagua swordsmanship.

The sword follows the heart, as easy as using one's arm.

The sword moves were transformed naturally. The Bagua sword technique flowed smoothly in his hands, and each move was filled with the rhythm of Taoism. There was a kind of transformation, as if a dead object turned into a living thing. The whole set of swordsmanship had life and was full of spirituality.

Actually, it is.

By observing the Eight True Gods evolving the Eight Trigrams, returning to reality, and digesting what he gained, Xuanming gained more knowledge and deeper understanding of the profound principles of the Eight Trigrams.

The Bagua sword technique has risen in popularity and has also undergone a qualitative change. It is not only more perfect, but also closer to the Tao, with doubled power and full of mysteries and wonderful principles. If a Bagua sword formation is set up, it will certainly be even more unpredictable.

If he encounters a strong enemy with similar strength to the snake demon again, it won't be as troublesome for him to deal with it as it was that night.

Over and over again, Xuanming practiced swordplay tirelessly. Chang'anzi was once at the third level of spiritual practice, and even though he had fallen to the first level now, his vision was still there.

Even though his uncle didn't use any magic power, he could still feel the difference in his swordsmanship. His face became less cynical and more serious, and he became addicted to it unknowingly.

It was not until Xuanming tapped Chang'anzi's forehead with a peach wood sword that he woke up in pain.

Covering his forehead and feeling the pain, Chang'anzi looked at Xuanming with surprise and admiration.

Bagua swordsmanship is the basic swordsmanship of the Qiuzhen sect.

The more basic it is, the fewer flaws it has.

He practiced Bagua swordsmanship and had the highest attainments among all the disciples. He even considered himself to be as good as the elders in the temple. It was for this reason that he understood how powerful the swordsmanship performed by his uncle was and how difficult it was to perfect it.

The moves have only changed slightly, but the overall spirituality and rhyme of Tao have increased several times, which is plausible and different from the truth.

It can totally serve as the signature sword technique of the Qiuzhen Temple.

Even in a Taoist sect as big as Zixia Sect, it is estimated to be considered top-notch.

"Uncle Master, this!"

Xuanming waved his hand, interrupting Changanzi's next words.

"Some things, it's better to understand them in your heart."

He did not intend to make the new Bagua swordsmanship known to everyone, not because he did not want to, but because he could not.

This sword technique contains profound principles and can only be practiced by practicing the old Bagua sword technique to perfection.

Looking at the entire concept of seeking truth, only Chang'anzi is qualified.

In the past, Senior Brother Xuan Ye was best at Bagua swordsmanship.

Since his accidental death, Chang'anzi has been practicing this set of swordsmanship day after day, and only this set of swordsmanship.

After many years, it has been fulfilled.

After entering the Tao, Xuanming once saw him practicing in the courtyard next door. Every move he made had his own style.

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Chang'anzi is smart.

How could I not understand that my uncle-master was intentionally teaching me this exquisite sword technique?

A warm feeling passed through his heart, and he bowed solemnly: "Disciple thanks Uncle Master for teaching me martial arts."

Xuanming waved his hand nonchalantly.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

"You have taken good care of me over the past few years."

"I'm just returning the favor."

Putting away the peach wood sword, Xuanming prepared to go into the house.

Chang'anzi turned around and prepared to leave. Just after taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered his purpose and turned around hurriedly. He ran to Xuanming and spoke excitedly:

"Uncle Master, someone is coming down the mountain."

"The imperial envoy who was ordered to provide disaster relief personally visited the head monk and commended the Qiuzhen Temple on behalf of the imperial court."

"Guess what else there is besides yellow and white things and medicinal herbs?"

Seeing Chang'anzi making faces and not only deliberately keeping the secret but also smiling smugly, Xuanming felt a little itchy and wanted to draw something. He thought Chang'anzi's identity was very suitable.

It is understandable for a master's uncle to beat his nephew.

Wait, identity.

Thinking of Chang'anzi's other identity, Xuanming's eyes lit up and he gently slapped Chang'anzi on the forehead.

"You little brat, you're deliberately trying to keep your uncle in suspense."

"If you do it again, I will throw you directly to Sunv Peak and hand you over to Junior Brother Changning for punishment."

The voice just fell.

There was a pleasant sound coming from outside.

"Uncle Master, what do you want to give me?"

(End of this chapter)