The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 75: The Self is the Furnace, and Yin and Yang are the Firewood

Zhenxuan Peak, Xuanfa Hall.

Except Xuanming, three generations of Taoists gathered together.

After reading the letters one after another, Xuanxu asked, "What do you think, fellow apprentices?"

A familiar sound of slapping the table rang out. As expected, Xuan Yang spoke first: "Wang's compensation to me at Qiuzhen Temple is actually worth as much as what he gave to Chu. Their heart is damnable. It's really like the top beam is not straight and the bottom beam is crooked."

Xuan Kong agreed, "What a good strategy to sow discord!"

The Chu family has been passed down for more than 800 years. Their ancestor was a great cultivator of spiritual cultivation with a profound foundation and many powerful people. Together with the You family and the Wang family, they are known as the three great families of Fengyang County.

Looking at the Taoist forces in Fengyang County, only the Xuri Sect and the Shuiyue Temple can be compared with them, while the Qiuzhen Temple is still far behind.

Yesterday, Wang apologized to both the Chu family and Qiuzhen Temple at the same time. It was a grand ceremony and he treated both equally. It was obvious that he had evil intentions and wanted to disgust both families and create a rift between Qiuzhen Temple and the Chu family.

But the Wang family also announced to the public that it was Wang Sheng who had attempted to murder Qiuzhen Temple several times, and that he should be given more compensation. This was well-founded, reasonable, and could not be faulted at all. Both Qiuzhen Temple and the Chu family had nothing to say.

This is an open and aboveboard conspiracy, and combined with Chunhuaye, it is a strategy that kills two birds with one stone.

Xuan Yu: "Brother, why don't you go and make amends."

Xuan Su: "Why should I apologize? My Qiuzhen Temple has never offended the Chu family."

Xuantong: "If you treat others with sincerity, they will respond with sincerity. People in my sect are simple-minded, so there is no need to beat around the bush. Just go to their house and explain the whole story to them.

After several months of contact, you have all witnessed Chu's character. Warriors are usually honest and straightforward, and prefer to be straightforward. Moreover, we can see through their intentions, so why can't Chu?"

Xuan Yin: "Junior brother, what you said makes sense. I believe that the Chu family will only be angry about the Wang family's actions, and will not take their anger out on the Qiuzhen Temple. As long as we talk it out, the relationship between the two families should be fine."

Xuanxu had the same idea and finally made the decision: "I will send an invitation tomorrow and visit Chu's family in person the day after tomorrow. It would be best if the two families have no grudges against each other. If Chu's family minds, I will reduce the exchanges with Chu's family in Qiuzhen Temple, and the two families will owe each other nothing."

After the discussion, everyone dispersed.

Such a small matter could be resolved by holding a small meeting, and no one disturbed Xuanming.

Inside the Sutra Repository, Xuanming pretended to be ignorant, drawing in the Huangting Qi, and concentrating on reading the sutras and seeking enlightenment.

The three generations of Taoists have their own division of labor. As the first person in Qiuzhen Temple, his job is to practice diligently and provide a place for the Taoists when they need it.

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Time is like flowing water, never moving forward.

The next morning, Xuanxu rode a crane out of the mountain and returned in the evening with a smile on his face. It was obvious that things were going well.

After just a glance, Xuanming continued his practice.

He read scriptures and observed the truth, hiked in the mountains, practiced swordsmanship, and honed his supernatural powers. In the morning, he would absorb purple air and let the sun cover his body. At night, he would swallow the moonlight and let the moon clear his mind. When the sky was full of stars, he would lie in the yard and sleep on his side, using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed, practicing the Zhoutian method to nourish his mind.

Sometimes he tells the three generations of Taoist priests about the mysteries of the Four Symbols Formation, sometimes he gives longevity to spirit beasts and refines their blood, sometimes he injects primordial energy into spirit seeds, and sometimes he sits in a rocking chair in the sun, relaxing his body and mind. He sleeps for half a day, and when he wakes up, the moon is already rising, the window is empty, and it is a quiet place for a hermit. The hustle and bustle outside the mountain is isolated.

There are people to take care of the trivial matters in the mountains.

The autumn wind is uncertain, but people's hearts are calm. He concentrates on his cultivation, and his cultivation progresses rapidly. Before he knows it, autumn ends and winter comes.

In the evening when the winter thunder first roared, Xuanming sat cross-legged in the air three feet above the Taoist temple. The sun was setting in the west and the bright moon was rising in the east. He practiced the "Hunyuan Yiqi Jue" and collected the yin and yang qi in the thin line of dawn.

When the power of Yin and Yang was added to his body, it transformed into an illusory Tai Chi pattern. Xuan Ming was not in a hurry to refine it. He took out a spiritual fruit from the scales of the dragon snake, swallowed it into his stomach, and then absorbed the Yin and Yang energy.

When the Qi enters the body, it immediately purifies the energy of the spiritual fruit, removing the dross and retaining the essence, filtering out impurities, one yang is born, one yin arrives, two yangs are extinguished, and two yins are born. This purification is repeated three times until the internal Qi is positive and the external Qi is not mixed. Only then will Xuan Ming refine the energy and at the same time operate the Nine Breaths Qi-controlling supernatural power to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

A tremendous amount of energy poured into the body and accumulated for several days. A main meridian was opened up and magic power flowed mightily. The acupuncture points along the way were like puddles and swamps.

When the setting sun had faded and the night was dark, Xuanming ended his practice and his body fell to the ground as lightly as willow catkins. He opened his eyes, stood up, looked up at the starry sky, and felt refreshed.

"The seventh one!"

More than a month had passed since Wang sent the gift. If he continued at the previous speed, he could open up two meridians at most in a month. However, due to the future crisis, in order to improve the efficiency of his practice, Xuan Ming thought of another way. On the premise of collecting the essence of the sun and the moon without changing, he tried to use external force to swallow the spiritual object.

Three-drug.

Xuanming did not take any elixir, but chose to swallow spiritual fruit, abandoning medicine and choosing food supplements, which was more gentle and reliable. At the same time, he used himself as a furnace, the yin and yang qi as firewood, and the Hunyuan Qi as the true fire to refine the energy of the spiritual fruit, further purify it, and then use it with confidence. In just one month, he opened up three main meridians and his magic power improved significantly.

If he continues like this, in two months at most, he will be able to complete the Great Circulation, and his magic power and strength will increase. He will even be able to enter the Innate Realm before the beginning of next spring.

If this were really the case, he would be able to display his Jindan-level combat power to the outside world, be able to better protect the Qiuzhen Temple, shock all quarters, and even smuggle some private goods on next year's foundation-building stele, and set up more restrictions that would be beneficial to the Qiuzhen Temple.

Thinking of this, Xuanming was in a good mood. The night wind blew, his Taoist robe fluttered, his white hair flew, and he looked up at the stars. His heart moved, and he suddenly felt interested. He raised his hand and pointed at the sword. The peach wood sword on the table hummed and came out of the sheath. After excitedly circling around Xuanming, it grew longer in the wind and instantly became ten feet long, carrying Xuanming straight up into the sky.

In the deep night sky, the stars and the moon are bright, and there is a clear river in the sky. The white-haired Taoist uses his sword as a boat and lies on his back on it, looking at the stars and the moon that can be picked with one hand. His posture is leisurely, his mind is empty, and he is immersed in it. Before he knows it, he falls asleep, and his body subconsciously circulates the Zhoutian Yangshen Jue.

The stars fell, nourishing the Taoist body and also nourishing the peach wood sword. At this moment, the wooden sword seemed to have really turned into a star boat, traveling in the void. The sea of clouds was rolling under the boat, and the Taoist was sleeping peacefully on the boat. Even the bright moon was unwilling to be lonely, and covered the Taoist with a layer of silver light, as if afraid that he would be cold, forming a beautiful picture.

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The east is already bright, and a ray of light breaks the darkness.

The stars began to disappear, the bright moon gradually disappeared, from bright to dim, in Zangdao Peak, in the Wendao Temple, inside the thatched cottage.

Xuanming woke up, stretched, and looked comfortable and kind. He felt that he was in better condition than ever before and was full of energy.

Thinking of what happened last night, he smiled slightly. He was flying in the night sky last night just for fun, but he didn't expect to be so immersed in it. His mind was so relaxed that he didn't even know when he fell asleep or when he would return. However, this feeling was not bad.

At this moment, his eyebrows moved slightly, as if he discovered something, and he looked inward.

(End of this chapter)