The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 73: Walking the Dao, Nine Breaths of Conviction

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A meridian in the body was opened, and magical power rushed into the newly opened river like a river, nourishing the meridian and acupuncture points along the way.

He opened his eyes, felt the special circulation taking shape in his body, and Xuanming stroked his beard.

The twelve main meridians are divided into: the three yin meridians of the hand, from the chest to the hand; the three yang meridians of the hand, from the hand to the head; the three yang meridians of the foot, from the head to the foot; and the three yin meridians of the foot, from the foot to the abdomen.

Every four main meridians form a group, connecting the feet, internal organs, hands and head from bottom to top, forming three special circuits.

To date, he has opened up four main meridians, condensed a cycle, and his magic power has increased a lot. It is only a matter of time before he can open up other meridians.

The night is dark and the forest is silent.

Xuanming returned to the hut to rest. As for what happened outside the mountain, it would be the same if he asked about it tomorrow. Just because Junior Brother Xuanxu didn't come to find him overnight, he knew the result would be similar.

The next morning, Xuanxu went up to Zangdao Peak, and three generations of Taoists including Xuankong and Xuanyang arrived one after another.

The aroma of tea and fruits wafted in the air. Changning thoughtfully prepared tea and snacks, and hid in a corner, listening carefully. Xuanming and others did not chase him away. After all, it was not a secret, and it was a public trial, so it would spread sooner or later.

After taking a sip of tea to moisten her throat, she began to talk about the mystery. Although her speech was straightforward and not as fascinating as that of a storyteller, the twists and turns of the plot still made Changning's mood fluctuate. The little girl had a simple mind and rich expressions, sometimes frowning in anger, sometimes smiling, and sometimes filled with indignation.

Although Xuanming and others were not as emotional as Changning, their hearts were also in turmoil, especially when Wang Lang killed Wang Sheng with his own hands, which shocked Xuankong and Xuanyang and made them call him a ruthless man.

Knowing that the matter had come to an end, the Taoists dispersed and took every opportunity to practice after returning, because they knew that the Qiuzhen Temple had fallen out with the Wang family.

Although the Wang family dare not launch an attack before the storm is completely settled, there will always be a time for reckoning. Before that, the Truth-Seeking View needs to become stronger. God helps those who are self-reliant. Only in this way can it better resist the undercurrents that will surge in the future.

Before leaving, Xuanming answered their questions about cultivation and tried his best to help. Whether they could reach the threshold of Qi training still depended on themselves. When they had accumulated enough or the opportunity came, everything would come naturally. Otherwise, they could not force it. Otherwise, they would easily get stuck in a dead end, become obsessed, and end up making things worse.

After the Taoists left, Xuanming gave Changning some instructions on his practice and then ordered him to leave. When he was the only one left in the Taoist temple, it was already half past daytime. He did not go into the Sutra Repository to read the sutras, and in the afternoon he wandered around Fuyun Mountain, following his heart.

Go to the top of the mountain to watch the snow, go fishing in the deep valley, look up at the blue sky, step on the yellow leaves, let your heart enter the world, your spirit enter nature, measure the Floating Cloud Mountain step by step, and reflect it in the lake of your heart.

This was a new method of enlightenment that he had come up with. It would not only help him appreciate the scenery better and understand every tree and blade of grass on Fuyun Mountain, but it would also help him comprehend nature, walk in the mountains and forests, and achieve enlightenment through walking.

It is still unknown what the effect will be, after all, it is just the beginning. Xuanming did not try to cater to it deliberately. He paid more attention to visual enjoyment and spiritual experience while traveling in the mountains and rivers, and regarded himself as a traveler, letting nature take its course.

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In the morning, he read scriptures and contemplated the Dao; in the afternoon, he hiked in the mountains; in the evening, he either practiced magical powers, comprehended formations, observed the stars, or read books related to the art of refining equipment.

Half a month passes in the blink of an eye.

During this period, the mountain was bustling with activity.

From the day after the case was settled, news about Wang Sheng colluding with the demon tribe, trafficking in human beings, and hiring killers spread quickly. It first spread to the four urban districts of Fengyang County, and then spread to the surrounding counties with the county seat as the center. There were even caravans that brought the news to Lin County.

Based on this case, various folk art forms such as storytelling, opera, vernacular novels, and shadow puppetry have been unfolded in turn. Some people use Hai Fengming as the protagonist, some use Chu Yunfei as the protagonist, and some use Chang'anzi as the protagonist. There are people and cultivators who are spontaneous, and there are other forces who add fuel to the flames. Some forces wish that the Chu and Wang families would fight so that they can reap the benefits, some simply dislike the Wang family, and some are setting traps for the Chu family and the Qiuzhen Temple.

Wang's reputation plummeted and his public opinion was damaged.

The Wang family launched a vigorous self-examination and strictly rectified their family traditions. They also set up a desk in front of the door and put up a notice board, allowing people who had been bullied by Wang's children to report it, and also accepted reports of Wang's children from the common people and cultivators. If the situation was true, the family members would be punished and compensated. If it was a fabricated report, it would be reported to the government.

After thousands of years of inheritance, the Wang family has countless members. Although the great scholar has extraordinary powers and the top leaders work together, it still took several days just to reorganize the cultivators in the family.

At the same time, some members of the tribe were responsible for comforting the relatives and friends of the victims, delivering rewards door to door. If the victims were orphans or their relatives lived far away in Fengyang County, they would build a cenotaph for them.

Half a month passed in a busy manner.

Xuanming was not very interested in the hustle and bustle outside the mountain. She mostly listened to Changning talking about it when she brought her food. She learned from Xuankong that they had similar interests and often got together to discuss gossip in their spare time.

On this day, at dawn, a ray of light broke through the darkness, and a burst of rosy clouds and rich purple air from the morning sun poured into the Taoist temple.

Sitting cross-legged on the eaves, Xuanming moved the purple qi around in his body, breathing in and out to refine it. A large amount of purple qi turned into magic power, flowed through the meridians and was injected into the dantian. Part of it entered the primordial sea, and part of it was purified into primordial qi, rising to the middle dantian. What was different from the past was that the virtual sun formed by the purple qi today was rounder and more real than before, and the energy was more refined and powerful.

After about half an hour, the practice was over.

Xuanming smiled as he opened up another serious meridian. The reason why he could cultivate so fast was not only because he had entered the innate realm, but also because he only needed to accumulate magic power step by step to cultivate into the Great Zhoutian realm. The "Hunyuan Yiqi Jue" became more mysterious after it was perfected, and he was blessed with the Nine Breaths Subduing Qi magical power.

In the past half month, in addition to practicing the Earthly Demon Supernatural Power: Exorcising Spirits, he has also been trying to figure out the mystery of the Nine Breaths and Subduing Qi. This was something he had already understood, so he naturally got the hang of it quickly.

He has to practice exorcism first because he wants to control Hongdou, the tit spirit. Xuanming wants her to be an undercover agent and send him messages regularly after returning to Canglong Mountain. Once there is any unusual movement from the monster clan, Qiuzhen Temple should be prepared early. Of course, if they encounter ownerless treasures, they can also send them to him or tell him, and he will do what he can.

After breakfast, Xuanming went into the Sutra Library to read the scriptures. Just as he opened the page, his hand paused slightly, and his eyes passed through the window and fell on Fuyun County.

A convoy of five carriages pulled by green scaled horses was coming in a grand manner. The flags of the Wang family were hung on the carriages. In the front carriage sat a great scholar from the Xiantian realm. He looked middle-aged, wearing a tall crown and had an easy-going temperament. Hundreds of maids, guards, and servants accompanied him.

“What a big scene!”

Xuanming muttered to himself. When he saw the convoy entering Fuyun County, it attracted many people and cultivators to watch. His eyes flickered and he realized that it was a show of strength.

"When you throw a stone into water, the bigger the waves, the better."

After reading it, Xuanming continued to read the scriptures. He left these matters to his junior brother Xuanxu to deal with, and he, as an old Taoist in the Sutra Repository, just focused on reading his own scriptures.

Anyway, since such a big fuss has been made, the apology will definitely not be perfunctory. It would be a joke if there was no action. Since Qiuzhen Temple cannot suffer any loss, Xuanming will not pay any attention to it, and he does not want to give face to Wang.

With the blessing of Huangting Qi, he gradually got into the mood in just a few breaths. He was immersed in the principles of the scriptures, as if he was discussing the Taoism with the Taoist who wrote the book from a distance.

In the evening, when Xuanming returned from his mountain trip, as expected, he saw Xuanxu waiting for him outside the Taoist Temple.

(End of this chapter)