A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 339 Shadow and Blood Core

In the dark cave, the light of the torch reflected Duan Rong's face.

He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes focused, holding the tip of the Minghong Knife in his right hand, carving on a piece of rock...

He had devoured the spirit of a carving knife from Xiao Yu's place and had acquired a certain level of accomplishment in carving.

Moreover, Duan Rong had already engraved the images of the Four Great Vidyarajas in his mind. He planned to carve four stone statues in this dark cave and construct a mandala.

Not far away, on the black blood vine, the remains of the wild boar were still oozing yellow pus, and waves of foul odor came from time to time... But Duan Rong was unmoved, and only stared at the statue in his hand, whose outline was gradually becoming clear...

This time, he wanted to directly cultivate the Taizang Sutra to the eleventh level. What was this little bit of stench?

Half an hour later, Duan Rong held up the statue of Acalanatha in his hand at an angle and blew away the stone chips on the surface of the statue.

In the light of the torch, Duan Rong carefully looked at the statue in his hand.

In size and shape, it was slightly larger than the statue he used to practice the fourth level of the Taizang Sutra at Xiao Yu's place.

Moreover, the facial features and features of the statue in his hand were obviously more delicate than those of Xiao Yuna's four stone statues.

Duan Rong held the statue in his hand and glanced over. He saw three other stone statues looming in the darkness illuminated by the fire in the corner behind him.

Duan Rong held the stone statue in his hand and came to a platform deep in the cave. He glanced and placed the stone statue in the south direction.

Afterwards, Duan Rong placed the other three stone statues in their corresponding positions.

At this time, he flipped his hand and held the black blood fruit in his hand.

Duan Rong took off his clothes, crushed the black blood fruit on his chest, and then smeared his body with the fruit pulp.

The pulp of the black blood fruit emitted a faint red fluorescence in the dark, and Duan Rong looked like a red-skinned savage at this moment.

The juice of the black blood fruit seeped into his pores, and Duan Rong felt a pain all over his body as if it was being cut by a knife.

He did not dare to delay and immediately sat cross-legged in the center of the four statues, forming seals with his hands and sinking his mind into the sea of consciousness...

A few hours later, outside the cave, the sky had already brightened up. Deep inside the black blood vine cave, Duan Rong was still sitting cross-legged. The fruit pulp on his body had been completely absorbed, and only some peel and fruit seeds were left on his exposed skin...

The torch stuck on the wall also burned out all the oil, gradually burning the firewood, which fell to the ground, splashing a little spark...

At the moment the torch went out, Duan Rong suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness.

His eyes were as bright as stars, and he had already achieved the fifth level of the Taizang Sutra!
But the next moment, a heavy feeling of fatigue spread through his soul. Duan Rong groaned with listless eyes and struggled to stand up.

Although Duan Rong was very tired, he still went to the pool, washed himself, and then returned to his cave.

Duan Rong took his clothes and returned to the cave naked. He grabbed a towel and wiped the water stains on his body rashly, then lay down on the stone bed and fell asleep.

When Duan Rong woke up, it was already late.

He put on his clothes, washed his face, and went to the medicine cabinet. He still remembered what Xia Honghua asked Pan Yong to bring yesterday, that if he didn't go today, he wouldn't have to go in the future.

Duan Rong walked into the three-story pharmacy, but was stopped by Xia Honghua at the curved counter and was scolded.

Duan Rong also knew that he had gone too far, so he just rubbed his nose and listened to Xia Honghua venting.

Xia Honghua cursed so hard that she was shaking all over and almost couldn't breathe.

Duan Rong picked up the cup of tea on the counter, handed it to her, and said, "Have some tea and take a break. You are amazing. You can choke yourself by scolding someone?"

Xia Honghua looked at the teacup that Duan Rong handed over, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "Don't give me that. Can you still handle the mid-year audit in July? If you don't want to do it, tell me clearly so I can find someone else."

"You took my contribution points but didn't do any work for me. You just wasted my time." As Xia Honghua spoke, she actually started crying while sitting there. She really felt like an old hand in the rain.

When Duan Rong saw Xia Honghua like this, he knew that she was really worried about the account check, so he smiled and said, "Look, why are you crying again?"

"Last time you came here, didn't you say you would check me according to the progress of your note? Isn't it the inspection date not yet? Why are you making trouble with me?"

Xia Honghua wiped her tears with a handkerchief, took out the note from the drawer under the counter, looked at it, and said, "Isn't tomorrow the date for the inspection?"

"Well, I'm here now, right? You can check tomorrow night. If I can't finish it according to the schedule, you can deduct my contribution points. Is that okay?"

Xia Honghua blew her nose with a handkerchief and looked at Duan Rong with tears in her eyes. "You said it. If you don't finish it, I will deduct your contribution points for a month."

Duan Rong laughed and said, "You are so wicked. If I let you take advantage of me like this, won't I have to pay for you in the end?"

Xia Honghua pouted and said, "Who told you not to come for so long?"

Duan Rong waved his hand and said, "Okay. Just as you say."

After Duan Rong finished speaking, he entered the room and went to check the accounts.

Duan Rong did not leave the medicine cabinet until dusk that day.

Xia Honghua finally looked better after seeing Duan Rong staying here for so long. She was really afraid that Duan Rong would stand her up and she would fail the mid-year audit.

On the afternoon of the second day, Xia Honghua came to the room where Duan Rong checked the accounts and began to check Duan Rong's progress.

As she checked, her eyes began to smile.

Duan Rong's progress was obviously faster than she had planned, and his accounts were neat, well-organized and clear.

Duan Rong said, "Well, how is it? I did it according to the schedule you planned. When you showed me the schedule, I saw that it was too fast, so I stopped for a few days. I didn't expect that you would be so angry?!"

"Hey! I really don't know how to do this job?!"

Duan Rong said this while sighing and shaking his head.

Xia Honghua looked at Duan Rong suspiciously. Was it really because my list was too slow? However, she arranged it backwards according to the progress of the middle-aged account check.

Xia Honghua said, "The progress I assigned to you is the lowest. If you can't complete it, I will deduct your contribution points. If you have nothing to do, just make progress! How can you be like this? You haven't shown up for more than ten days. I thought you gave up! "

Duan Rong could tell that Xia Honghua was still full of grievances, so he said, "I was wrong this time. This won't happen again."

"Please, madam, spare me." Duan Rong said as he stood up and bowed deeply to Xia Honghua.

Xia Honghua laughed at Duan Rong's expression and said, "This looks like an attitude of admitting one's mistakes. Forget it this time. Don't do this again in the future."

"Yes." Duan Rong stretched out the word and bowed again.

Xia Honghua chuckled and said angrily, "Get up. It's like you're worshipping the Buddha in a temple. You're making me old."

Duan Rong stood up and said with a smile: "Madam is a Bodhisattva, so why not pay homage to her?"

Xia Honghua really wanted to twist Duan Rong's mouth and said, "Stop saying those nice words to make me happy. Just do your job well!"

Duan Rong said, "Madam, don't worry! The mid-year audit will definitely pass."

Xia Honghua glanced at Duan Rong and said, "You still have some conscience." After saying that, Xia Honghua twisted her waist and walked out.

Duan Rong watched Xia Honghua disappear at the door and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It's really hard to deal with a woman when she starts making a scene! ?
I don't know why, but when I think of Xia Honghua crying yesterday and the charming glance she gave him when she left just now, Duan Rong feels cold in his heart...

From that day on, Duan Rong came to Xia Honghua every day to check the accounts for two hours, and spent the rest of the time practicing hard on the mountain where Shang Xiangyu was.

Duan Rong would only go to the dense forest after nightfall to replenish the tree spirits. After his sea of consciousness was full of tree spirits, he would go to the place where the auxiliary medicines were hidden, take out the auxiliary medicines for the next level, and go to the cave of the black blood vine to practice the next level of the Taizang Sutra.

After practicing hard until dawn, one can achieve a level of the Garbha Sutra.

Then he went to his own cave and slept for more than two hours. After that, he went to check accounts with Xia Honghua. After coming back, he refined the Zhengyang Pills and cultivated his true Qi. After nightfall, he cultivated the next level of the Taizang Sutra. He repeated this process over and over again. In the blink of an eye, eight days had passed.

It’s not that Duan Rong doesn’t want to devote all his time to the practice of the Taizang Sutra, but when practicing the Taizang Sutra, a divine shadow will descend upon his sea of consciousness, and when the divine shadow descends, there will be tremendous pressure.

With Duan Rong's spiritual strength, enduring for several hours in a row was almost reaching his limit.

After completing one level of Taizang Sutra, one must give his soul a break to recover. Otherwise, if he forced himself to practice Taizang Sutra continuously, his soul would be shattered and he would die.

These were also things that Duan Rong had thought about in advance. He gave himself enough time to practice the Taizang Sutra for ten days, just to give himself time to recover.

In the early morning of this day, the endless mountains were filled with white fog, and the sky was shining through the gaps in the gloomy clouds. Although it was already May, the temperature in the mountains was colder than outside, and summer would come later, usually in June or July.

And with the arrival of summer, there are frequent thunderstorms.

At that time, thunderstorms will replace white fog and become a common landscape in Changliu Mountain, covering the ravines and gullies of the endless mountains...

At this time, deep in the Black Blood Vine Cave, the torches had long been extinguished, and there was no light in the cave.

The remains of the wild boar a few days ago had been completely devoured by the black blood vine. After the remains of the wild boar were devoured, the stench in the cave became much lighter. Today, only a faint stench was floating in the cave...

In the darkness, Duan Rong was still sitting cross-legged in the center of the four statues, his eyes closed and his face calm.

Duan Rong has already accomplished the eleventh level of the Garbha Sutra.

His mental power level has reached level twelve at this time.

Duan Rong was still in his sea of spiritual consciousness at this time.

He stood on the black ground, and a layer of milky white mist settled on the ground, spreading to his waist.

Duan Rong's eyes were clear and deep as he looked up at the sky above his head.

His shoulders were motionless, and there was a large obtuse angle between his chin and neck.

At this moment, his heart was as pious as a saint.

In the center of the sky, eleven stars are shining brightly and reflecting each other.

These eleven stars were no longer still, but were slowly rotating in circles around the center of the sky...

The outermost one is the milky white star that achieved the first level of the Taizang Sutra, followed by the blood-red star, then the toad shadow star, then the pupil star with a green glow... and so on, until the innermost one, which is the eleventh level star that Duan Rong had just achieved.

Eleven stars, one after another, circled around the void in the center of the sky, slowly rotating...

At this moment, a faint shadow clearly emerged in the void in the center of the sky.

The shadow was like smoke and fog, with a blurry face, as if a gust of wind would blow it away...

The phantom sat cross-legged in the void in the center of the sky, allowing the eleven stars to revolve around it...

Although the face of the shadow was blurry, Duan Rong recognized it at a glance. The shadow was his own outline.

Moreover, at this moment, he could clearly feel that there was a sacred experience of fusion between his soul and the phantom.

He is the shadow, and the shadow is him.

That phantom was the manifestation of the core of his soul, the location of his original soul!
Because of the emergence of the phantom, the originally weak connection between Duan Rong and those celestial bodies became unusually clear.

Deep in his heart, he could already know every planet as it really was, and the connection between each planet and himself had become stronger.

The moment the shadows appeared, his relationship with those suspended celestial bodies became as easy as using one's own fingers!
Duan Rong stood there and looked up for a long time, and suddenly deep doubts arose in his heart.

In his previous life, he had learned the story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.

Did Zhuang Zhou dream of being a butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of being Zhuang Zhou?

At this moment, he was looking at the phantom in his sea of ​​consciousness, and doubts began to appear in his heart.

Is he, who is standing in the center of the black earth at this moment, an illusion, or is the smoke-like and misty shadow floating in the center of the sky an illusion?
At the moment when Duan Rong was thinking like this, he clearly saw a shadow sitting cross-legged in the void, and his eyes suddenly opened on his blurred face.

He lowered his eyes and looked towards the center of the black earth, and Duan Rong who was looking up at the sky.

At this moment, Duan Rong felt cold all over!

At that moment, in terms of his spiritual feeling, he and the phantom in the void completely merged into one and penetrated each other.

He looked up at the shadow in the sky, and at the same time he lowered his head from the sky and looked at himself who was looking up at him on the black ground.

At this moment, he is both a saint crawling on the ground and looking up devoutly, and a god sitting cross-legged in the sky high above!

Zhuang Zhou is the butterfly, and the butterfly is Zhuang Zhou!
Duan Rong's eyes were as bright as stars. At this moment, his soul seemed to be baptized, and his heart was filled with satisfaction and humility!

After a long time, the pious look in Duan Rong's eyes gradually faded.

He looked calmly towards a corner of the sky, where a blood core was floating.

The blood core was only the size of a fist, with grooves and ravines crisscrossing its surface.

This blood core is the origin of the Filthy Blood Divine Art. It was formed by the collapse of the bloody nebula!

After Duan Rong accomplished the eleventh level of the Garbha Sutra, the Garbha Sutra obviously underwent an essential transformation within his spiritual sea of consciousness.

The phantom appeared, and the eleven stars began to slowly rotate around the phantom...

Duan Rong has tried it. If the origin of the Filthy Blood Divine Art is in its current state of the blood core, he will not be able to activate it even if he wants to!
However, if he could communicate with the phantom and let it release the pressure on the blood core, the blood core would be able to recover into a blood nebula in just a moment.

Once the blood core is restored to a blood nebula, Duan Rong can activate the Divine Art of Filthy Blood as soon as he thinks of it.

Now it seems that after the Taizang Sutra achieved the eleventh level, it took the initiative to seal up the Divine Blood Art. Duan Rong could only activate the Divine Blood Art after communicating with the phantom through his mind and lifting the seal.

Duan Rong had always been quite wary of the Divine Art of Filthy Blood. Now that he saw that the Taizang Sutra could seal the Divine Art of Filthy Blood, he felt as if a thorn had been pulled out of his heart, and was relieved.

(End of this chapter)