The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 19: Destruction and Reconstruction, a New Life
Zangdao Peak, Sutra Repository.

Looking at Chang'anzi practicing sword in the pond, Xuanming, who was standing by the window, looked pleased.

He knew this kid could do it.

It seems common, and it does not look shiny on the surface, but if you look closely, you will find gold and jade hidden inside. Some people are like this, they look cynical, but they are actually strong inside.

Chang'anzi is one of them.

With his obsession with Senior Brother Xuan Ye, he would probably be able to withstand it even if the strength was doubled.

It's just that it's easy to break after it's just passed. Even if your heart is willing, your body won't allow it. You can't mess around, and you can't be impatient for success.

Each time he adjusted the training intensity to just the limit of the boy's physical endurance, and then slowly increased it.

The best way is to go from weak to strong.

To this day, relying solely on his physical body, this kid's strength is close to that of a cultivator in the third realm, and he can barely be considered to have transformed from a mage to a warrior.

However, it is far from enough to surpass the crowd and stand out at the Daoyuan Conference next year.

There is still some distance from Xuanming’s goal.

Fortunately, there is still half a year left, which is enough for him to train Chang'anzi into a multi-faceted Taoist who practices both magic and body.

The mountain wind was howling, and a white silk streak came through the air.

In the pool, Chang'anzi reacted quickly, raised his hand and swung the heavy sword, and powerful sword intent surged out with domineering force.

The two collided, creating waves ten feet high and splashing water everywhere.

The heavy sword is like a mountain, the white silk is like water, one breaks all laws with force, the other one moves a heavy object with just a little force.

One is hard and the other is soft, and they are evenly matched.

In just a few breaths, they fought for several rounds.

The white silk rolled back and landed in the hands of a young girl.

Changning was wearing a Taoist robe and had a pretty face. Looking at Chang'anzi who was resisting her sneak attack, she blinked her eyelashes, snorted coldly, tapped her toes lightly, flew into the air, and attacked again.

She must beat this annoying guy down.

Who made him steal his chicken?
Who made him more favored in front of his uncle?
In the Sutra Repository, Xuanming stroked his beard, and the battle between Chang'anzi and Changning was quite remarkable.

He had long been accustomed to Changning's appearance at Zangdao Peak. This little girl had built a superior Taoist foundation using the Yin-Yang method. She had a strong desire and it was difficult for her to overcome it.

Junior Sister Xuansu still had a way in the early stages, but later she could only ask Xuanming for help. Changning was one of the only two people in Qiuzhen Temple who possessed a superior Taoist foundation, and Xuanming could not bear to see her fail.

From then on, the girl started running between Su Nu Peak and Zang Dao Peak.

After a long time of contact, Xuanming also knew that Changning had the blood of a fox demon, which was why she liked to eat chicken. Because of this, her desire was stronger, and it was more difficult for her to pass the hundred-day barrier.

Of course, the great principles are important, and human nature is selfish.

Xuanming couldn't let this matter delay his practice.

According to the old tradition, he instructed the little girl once every three days, gave her half of the "Qing Xin Jue", and asked her to go to the cold pond often to practice abstinence.

In this way, Chang'anzi and Changning often met each other.

One is in the wrong, the other is narrow-minded.

In addition, Xuanming asked them to compete with each other.

Over time, there was a fierce fight in the cold pond.

Xuanming was already accustomed to this kind of competition.

After relaxing his mind, he sat down again, took out the scriptures, and read them carefully. He was soon immersed in them. The Taoist charm permeated his body, the Taoist energy permeated his heart, and the principles were intertwined in his mind.

He has read more than 800 volumes of Taoist scriptures.

I have gained more knowledge and insights into the universe, and have done more research and understanding of natural landscapes.

Look up at the vastness of the universe and appreciate the completeness of all things.

Although he did not leave Fuyun Mountain and practiced Taoism in a corner of the sky, he was not as shallow and ignorant as a frog in a well. Instead, through Taoist scriptures, he saw the universe in a small space, saw the big picture from the small, and knew the profound from the subtle. Without leaving the mountain, he knew many principles.

Go further and further on the road of pursuit, and move forward steadily.

For Yu Xuanming, the Guanyin Sutra is not only a way to attain enlightenment and practice, but has also become an indispensable part of his life.

Not only the Guanyin Sutra, but his unconscious breathing when resting also gradually became in line with the Taoist breathing method.

When you are hungry, eat; when you are tired, sleep.

Wear more clothes when it’s cold, and wear thin clothes when it’s hot.

Xuanming goes with the flow, and his life and practice are more closely integrated, as if he is practicing while walking, sitting or lying down: he can practice while walking, and everywhere he looks is a place of practice.

His Taoism and state of mind improved, and his practice became twice as effective with half the effort. He has reached perfection in refining his essence and is getting closer and closer to the stage of refining his qi.

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Time flies like an arrow, winter passes and spring comes.

The warm spring breeze blows across the mountains and the continuous spring rain nourishes the earth, bringing warmth and vitality.

The ice and snow on Fuyun Mountain melted away. With the sound of spring thunder, all creatures were awakened.

The wild grass breaks through the soil, showing new green, and the trees sprout new buds, showing vitality.

The beginning of the year begins in spring.

The world is vast and everything is new.

Zangdao Peak, under the waterfall.

Xuanming stood by the pond, with white hair and a youthful face, a kind expression, holding a whisk and wearing a Taoist robe, showing his Taoist and immortal style.

It was a rare occasion that he was not staying at the Sutra Repository. His gaze fell to the depths of the pool. A burly figure was sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the hundred-foot cold pool, practicing the secret method of the Turtle Breathing Technique of the Seeking Truth Temple.

This secret technique was improved by Xuanming, becoming several times more mysterious and capable of temporarily putting living beings into a state of suspended animation.

The person in the pond was none other than Chang'an Zi.

The powerful vitality of his body and the decaying energy of his meridians and internal organs collided, intertwined, and competed with each other in his body, filling the air with a sense of life and death.

Xuanming ordered it to lie dormant at the bottom of the pool for a purpose.

When the sun sets and the moon rises, when the sun and the moon are in harmony, he flicks his whisk lightly, and the solar and lunar energies are drawn down, like two swimming fish, cruising around Xuanming.

He activated the Yin-Yang Atlas, and the Yin-Yang energy was infused into it, making it look more like a swimming fish, vivid and lifelike.

After pulling for a while, when the energy of Taiyin and Taiyang was enough, Xuanming formed a mysterious spell.

Tai Chi gives birth to two opposites, and clear and turbid begin to take shape.

An illusory yin-yang diagram appeared behind him, with black and white intertwined, yin and yang giving birth to each other, you in me and me in you.

They are both independent and interdependent.

"go with!"

Xuanming swung the whisk again.

The Yin-Yang diagram behind him moves accordingly.

Like a dragon entering the sea and throwing itself into a pool of water.

On the shore, Hunyuan Qi was injected into his eyes, and his eyes were shining. The Taoism rose and fell, passing through the waves, watching the Yin-Yang diagram sink deeper and deeper, and finally wrapped around Chang'anzi and injected into his body.

Below the shore, Chang'anzi's body trembled slightly. The life and death energy that was originally incompatible with water and fire changed under the coordination of the Yin-Yang diagram.

Blending in collision and meeting in friction.

They consume each other, devour each other, and transform each other.

Chang'anzi has a strong body.

A year of crazy practice was not in vain.

The vitality quickly overwhelmed the deadness, and even forced the lungs and meridians to flow back, like seawater flowing back.

Chang'anzi's body was shaking more and more. He was in great pain and his whole body was hunched over like a weak shrimp.

But despite this, he still didn't wake up.

These are natural reactions to trauma.

Looking at his nephew who was suffering from the heart-wrenching pain, Xuanming was not worried at all. He stroked his beard and smiled.

It's not gloating, but joy.

There is great terror, but also great fortune, between life and death.

Xuanming asked Chang'anzi to polish his body for a year in order to break and establish.

This kid's internal organs were damaged and his realm fell. It is difficult to recover by ordinary means.

After thinking about it, Xuanming came up with this idea.

By faking death, the mother's innate chaotic state is simulated.

Using the energy of Taiyin and Taiyang and the Yin-Yang diagram as a guide, he stimulates and subtly controls the energy of life and death of Chang'an Zi.

Like a master of horizontal training, he repairs damaged meridians and dantian from the outside to the inside.

The vitality of the physical body is the foundation, and the yin and yang energies maintain stability.

With a combined effort, perhaps we can break down and then rebuild, heralding a new life.

But there is no free lunch in the world.

There is gain in loss. If you want to gain, to spread your wings again, you must first endure the pain. The pain of reshaping yourself is like being cut into pieces by a thousand knives.

If Chang Anzi had not undergone a year of brutal training and had a strong will, he would have collapsed long ago.

Xuanming was naturally relieved that he could hold on until now.

After going through the wind and rain, you will see the rainbow.

After suffering, blessings will come.

(End of this chapter)