The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 78: The old Taoist is drunk and talks about Taoism in his sleep (Part )

Although this is a great world for spiritual practice, with hundreds of schools of practice and hundreds of methods of practice flourishing, the Great Circulation either goes through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians or the Twelve Main Meridians.

With Xuanming's extensive knowledge, he has not yet seen a Great Zhoutian that is compatible with both. Even if there are, they are estimated to be very few. Not to mention that in addition to the combination of positive and odd, his Great Zhoutian is also blessed by the "Hunyuan Yiqi Jue".

Because of this, once the Great Circulation is completed, it is like a finely carved jade, immediately radiating brilliance and showing its difference. The eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve main meridians are connected from top to bottom, forming a great two-yin and yang cycle.

The eight extraordinarily active meridians run in the Yin direction, while the twelve regular meridians run in the Yang direction, and each has its own small Yin and Yang. Yin governs stillness, and stillness at its extreme gives rise to movement, and movement gives rise to Yang, which starts from the Ren meridian, flows through the extraordinarily active meridians, and turns into the regular meridians. Yang governs activeness, and movement at its extreme gives rise to stillness, and stillness gives rise to Yin, which returns to the Ren meridian from the regular meridians.

Driven by the static, the small leads the big, and each feeds back on itself. The big and the small are born from each other, the movement and the static are combined, the yin and yang transform into each other, the two principles are inclusive, and the Zhoutian cycle suddenly begins, just like the rotation of the sun and the moon, the movement of the stars, and the alternation of the four seasons.

Now, even if Xuanming does not actively move the Zhoutian, the Great Zhoutian will run on its own, naturally and silently absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, increasing and refining his magic power and deepening his foundation. Even if he has nothing to do, he is practicing independently, but at a slower speed. When fighting the enemy, he can even output and recover at the same time.

After collecting his thoughts and becoming familiar with his own strength, Xuanming stood up and walked out of the hut. He was happy today and planned to take a rest and relax his body and mind. The scenery of Floating Cloud Mountain in winter was unique.

However, Xuanming first went to Lieyang Peak and picked up a jar of aged spiritual wine before wandering in the mountains. The spiritual wine warmed his body, had a mellow taste, and dispelled the cold. He tasted the wine while appreciating the scenery. He had drunk too much tea, so it was not bad to change the taste occasionally.

Look at the snowy forest and see the crystal rime.

Xuanming started from the top of the mountain, and walked down as he pleased. When he reached the foot of the mountain, the wine in the jar was empty.

He felt a little dizzy, his face flushed, and he was beginning to feel sleepy, but he didn't care and simply found a piece of bluestone, with his head facing south and his feet facing north. He bent his left arm and used it as a pillow, then relaxed his whole body, calmed his mind and body, and slept on his left side, breathing deeply and with a relaxed expression.

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The creaking sound of wheels rolling on the road and the clattering of horse hooves rang out as a horse-drawn carriage approached from afar and arrived in front of the mountain.

The horse was ordinary, the carriage was mediocre, but the coachmen were extraordinary, and the people in the carriage were extraordinary. Two of them practiced essence, and one practiced qi. The carriage stopped on the side of the road.

Leaving the groom behind to watch over the place, the master and servant hiked up the mountain as a sign of respect and courtesy.

About a hundred meters ahead, we saw the Taoist priest sleeping on the Drunken Stone. His hair and beard were all white, his posture was peaceful, his clothes were simple, and his breathing was gentle. It seemed that there was nothing magical about him, just an ordinary person sleeping soundly. But if we looked and listened carefully, we would find subtle differences and a unique charm. Within three feet, there was a faint breath floating in the air, which was plain and heart-pounding.

The master and servant did not continue to climb the mountain, nor did they speak out to wake up the Taoist priest. They just stopped three feet away, not afraid of getting dirty, and sat on the ground casually, closing their eyes and waiting for the Taoist priest to wake up.

With nothing to do, the master and servant studied the Taoist's breathing. The servant had little cultivation and was confused and drowsy. He was soon affected and yawned and fell into a deep sleep. His snoring was loud, like sawing wood. The strange thing was that the snoring was not irregular, but changed in volume with the Taoist's breathing.

For a moment, Hai Fengming did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he did not wake up the servant. He had never married in his life and had only three servants in his family. The boy was still young, and although he was a follower, he was raised by himself. If it were not for his obsessed persistence, he would not have brought him along this time.

What's more, this boy has a good understanding and learning to sleep is also an opportunity. Hai Fengming will not wake him up.

The Legalist monk continued to study the old Taoist's breathing. He had long guessed the identity of the person in front of him, and he also saw that this Taoist Xuanming was in a special state at this moment, as if he had entered a deep sleep. Unless someone came within three feet of him or he was attacked and forced to wake up, he could only wait for him to wake up on his own initiative.

In fact, Hai Fengming guessed correctly.

On the bluestone, perhaps it was the first time he drank alcohol in his life, or perhaps it was because he had been observing the mountains and rivers recently and had achieved great results, his mind was relaxed and the wine became the trigger, or perhaps it was for other reasons. In short, Xuanming's consciousness sank into his body unconsciously, and he saw thirty-six vast rivers, which were the extraordinary veins and the main veins.

Except for the Ren and Du meridians, Chong meridian and Dai meridian, which are odd numbers, the other four are even numbers. Although the twelve normal meridians only need to be opened twelve times, they are actually symmetrical on the left and right, and when superimposed, they add up to the number of Tiangang.

The banks of the main vein are wide, and may be calm or turbulent, either way it is majestic and upright; the strange veins do not follow the usual path, and are bizarre, or have strange directions, special colors, unusual shapes, or special flow rates, etc. Eventually the thirty-six rivers flow into the middle and lower dantian like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.

Xuanming saw the acupoints relying on the meridians. The 720 acupoints were like puddles of water, waiting to expand and be filled with starlight. The Ren meridian seemed like a galaxy, and the acupoints were the stars. When flowing, they carried the trails of the stars.

I also saw the Eight True Gods sitting in the body and regulating the Qi. Except for the blurred faces, every detail below their heads was clearly visible, and they looked more spiritual. They were surrounded by a halo, and there was also a light cocoon behind them. The corner of the eaves was looming, like real living gods. When the Xuanming River flowed through them, the Eight True Gods stood up and worshiped the river, as if they were on pilgrimage, with respectful postures and full of piety.

He seemed to have turned into a drop of water, drifting on the thirty-six rivers, traveling through the mountains and rivers within his body. He gained more knowledge and understanding of the human body as the world. The evolution speed of a halo in the light cocoon in his lower dantian accelerated, and the outline of a world could be vaguely seen.

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On the Floating Cloud Mountain, thinking of the purpose of his visit, Hai Fengming suddenly had an idea. He found a comfortable position, closed his eyes and fell asleep, practicing the Legalist sleeping technique.

Different from the Taoist sleeping technique which seeks the initial state of chaos, the Legalist sleeping technique seeks clarity, the clearer the better.

A Taoist priest and a Dharma practitioner.

One lies on the bluestone, the other sits on the ground and sleeps.

The two of them slept opposite each other, only three feet apart.

As Hai Fengming fell asleep smoothly, the two of them influenced each other, and their breathing rhythms changed subtly, gradually becoming the same frequency and having similar rhythms. A mysterious aura rippled between the two of them, spreading out with them as the center.

The clattering sound was heard again, and it was particularly clear in the silent forest. A deer was walking forward in the forest, its nose twitching, its head poking out, sniffing up and down, looking left and right. It looked somewhat similar to the spiritual deer Changshou, but was smaller and thinner, and looked even more delicate against the backdrop of the eight-foot-tall Taoist priest behind it.

"Changfu, have you found the wine thief?"

Xuan Yang gritted his teeth.

One of the three jars of spiritual wine that he hid under a century-old cypress was dug out. He had treasured it for twenty years. Every time he looked at it, his mouth watered and he couldn't bear to drink it. He would wait until he became an immortal before he could drink it happily. He would check on it once a month.

I didn't expect to find a jar missing when I went to check today. Don't let him find the thief who stole the wine, otherwise...

The sound of a deer calling out was full of joy and urging. After Xuan Yang returned to the mountain, he often used spiritual wine to please the spiritual deer. The man and the deer had already become familiar with each other and understood Chang Fu's meaning.

"Finally found!"

Xuan Yang rubbed his hands together, strode forward, turned a corner, and the view in front of him suddenly opened up.

First, a stream came into view, and then three figures. Looking at Brother Xuanming sleeping on the bluestone, and then at the wine jar under the stone, Xuan Yang, who was ready to find fault, suddenly looked downcast. He couldn't believe it, but had to accept it.

Along the way, he thought about it, kept guessing, and suspected many people, even the head teacher, but he didn't suspect Senior Brother Xuanming. Unexpectedly...

Changfu, who was also ready to settle the score, was stunned with white air coming out of his nostrils. He looked at his brother's master, who suddenly became obedient and wagged his tail quickly.

At this time, Xuan Yang noticed something was going on. He glanced at the middle-aged man who was sitting and sleeping and didn't recognize him. He turned around and said, "Go and invite my brothers and the others."

Finally, he added: "It would be best to call all the disciples."

Although he didn't understand the situation, looking at the serious winemaker, Changfu quickly ran up the mountain, raising dust under his feet.

Turning around to look at the three people sleeping together, Xuan Yang had a strange look in his eyes. He walked closer to his senior brother, found a comfortable position beside him, closed his eyes and fell asleep, then joined in. Soon he began to snore, one higher and one lower, rising and falling with the boy not far away.

(End of this chapter)