Under One Person: I Have a Billion Taoist Gods Within Me

Chapter 71 Wugensheng comprehends the Eight Extraordinary Techniques!

Suddenly, the image of the monkey king appeared in Wugensheng's mind.

That straight spine.

Those piercing eyes.

The look in his eyes when he scrutinized him—

That scrutiny, that eye-opening, that contemplation—it was clearly a human expression.

And there's that saying—"What is a person?"

What is a person?

Human life is precious.

Wugensheng suddenly understood.

That monkey king has lived here for who knows how many years.

It breathes in the air of this valley every day, is infused with information by these patterns, and is evolving towards becoming "human" every day.

It straightened its spine—a spine that only humans can straighten.

It possessed the expression of a human being—the scrutiny, the observation, the contemplation.

It's almost sentient.

But it is not yet a human.

It is only infinitely close to "human".

Because a human body is so precious.

Wugensheng stood there, looking at those four words, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

That feeling is hard to describe.

It's like feeling fortunate—fortunate that you were born a human being.

It's also like awe—awe of the identity of this "person," realizing how rare it is.

It's also like some kind of inexplicable melancholy—

For that monkey king, and for all those beings who have longed to become human for thousands of years but have ultimately failed to do so.

These thoughts flashed through my mind.

Wugensheng suddenly remembered some things.

Some anecdotes he had heard before but never paid attention to.

"Human life is precious and difficult to obtain, yet we have obtained it; the Dharma is rare and difficult to hear, yet we have heard it. If we do not use this life to attain liberation, when will we ever have the chance?"

This is a Buddhist verse.

Wugensheng had heard someone recite it before, but he hadn't taken it to heart.

Standing before these four large characters, "Human life is precious," the verse suddenly came to mind.

He carefully pondered the meaning of the verse.

It is very rare to be able to dedicate oneself to being a human being.

To hear the Dharma again in this lifetime is an even more precious karmic connection.

If I don't find liberation in this lifetime, when will I ever find it?

Should I wait until next time I am reborn as a human?

Will I hear the Dharma again next time?

How long will it take?

Wugensheng then recalled another story.

The Buddha once told his disciples: "The opportunity to obtain a human body is as rare as the dust on my fingertip."

He grabbed a handful of soil, threw it back onto the ground, leaving only a little soil between his fingertips.

The chance to lose one's human form is like the soil on the earth.

Although Wugensheng knew very little about Buddhist stories, he was not very familiar with those scriptures, doctrines, and complex theories.

But at this moment, standing in front of the four large characters "human life is precious", he suddenly understood.

It's not that I understand Buddhism.

He understood the Monkey King.

That monkey king was only one step away from becoming human.

But this step might be an insurmountable barrier.

Because it was not born human.

It can spend many years imitating people, getting close to people, and infinitely approaching people.

It can stand upright, have a human expression, and think, examine, and scrutinize like a human.

But it is not a human being after all.

Because it does not have a "human body".

It does not have a body that was born human.

It lacks the skeletal structure that allows it to stand tall and upright.

It lacks the physical body that allows for the smooth flow of qi and the natural circulation of the body's energy.

Therefore, it can only approach it infinitely.

But they can never truly become one.

Wugensheng suddenly realized that these four words were not just written for the monkey king.

It was also written for him.

This is written for everyone who enters this valley.

Because everyone who enters this place possesses the human form that the Monkey King so desperately sought.

They are born with it.

They never cherished it.

They took it for granted.

But that monkey king, with hundreds of years, a lifetime of effort, and his entire life—

It can't be exchanged for.

Wugensheng stood there, motionless for a long time.

He looked at the four large characters and took a deep breath.

Then, facing those four large characters, he solemnly—

He bowed.

It wasn't for worshipping Buddha.

It wasn't for worshipping gods.

It's to worship that word "person".

To worship something that I was born with but never truly understood.

Thousands of miles away.

Inside the upper room of the inn.

Li Yuan sat quietly by the window, his eyes slightly closed.

The images conveyed by that ray of sexual light appeared one by one in the lake of his heart.

That's not just ordinary "seeing," but a deeper level of "illumination."

Like the bright moon reflected in water, all things come naturally, without being welcomed or rejected.

He saw Wugensheng standing in confusion before the words "What is a human being?"

That confusion was not a shallow bewilderment, but a tremor deep within the soul.

It was as if those three words were not carved on the stone wall, but engraved in his soul, waiting for him to recognize them.

He saw Wugensheng groping his way through the maze.

Those forks in the road, those dead ends, those futile attempts to circle back to the starting point—each step was actually peeling away the dust from Wugensheng's heart, and every setback was polishing the sharpness in Wugensheng's nature.

The maze is not trapping Wugensheng, but rather guiding him to liberation.

He saw Wugensheng squatting in front of the Taiji diagram, his fingertips touching the Yongquan acupoint at that moment.

That touch, seemingly as light as dust, was actually as heavy as Mount Tai.

Because it wasn't a finger touching a stone, but a "person" touching the "essence of humanity".

That tiny glimmer of light at the fingertips is the awakening of the divine spirit, the key to connecting with heaven and earth.

He saw the Tai Chi diagram slowly separate, revealing a spiral channel.

Yin and Yang divide day and night, and from these two forces arise all things.

The separation of the Tai Chi diagram was not the activation of a mechanism, but rather the revelation of heavenly secrets.

That spiral passage doesn't lead to the underground, but to the depths of "humanity"—a place called "sex."

He watched as Wugensheng walked down step by step, finally standing in front of the four large characters "Human life is hard to come by".

The winding path, with each circle it washed away a layer of dust, with each turn it peeled away a layer of shell.

When they reached the end, Feng Yao, who had come in from the valley entrance, was already dead on the way.

Standing here is Wugensheng, who was just born.

He saw the expression on Wugensheng's face.

From confusion to enlightenment, and now to an indescribable tranquility.

That stillness was not deathly silence, but rather the first signs of life emerging after all stillness had ceased.

Like a seed sprouting deep in the soil after a heavy snowfall.

Li Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

A profound and subtle meaning now surfaced in those gentle eyes.

The meaning was too subtle to be expressed or described—like a ripple that occasionally appears in an ancient pool at night, fleeting yet eternally present.

"Human life is precious."

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Li Yuan whispered softly.

The voice was extremely soft, but the weight contained in those four words was enough to crush a mountain.

"Wugensheng, do you know that your very presence here today is the greatest blessing?"

His gaze passed over the windowpane, across mountains and rivers, and landed on the young figure standing in front of the stone wall.

In that gaze, there was scrutiny, expectation, and a trace of distant reminiscence known only to himself.

Outside the window, it was already broad daylight.

That dim lamplight had long since gone out.

Only a pool of cold oil and a wick burned to ashes remained in the lamp.

But deep in the Qinling Mountains, that ray of sexual light still remains.

They were still watching the young man who stood motionless before the preciousness of human life.

Waiting for Wugensheng to take the next step.

Wugensheng stood before the four large characters "Human life is hard to come by" for a long time without moving.

That phrase echoed repeatedly in his heart, like the tolling of a bell in an ancient temple deep in the mountains, striking the depths of his soul—

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"If I don't seek salvation in this lifetime, when will I ever have the chance?"

He doesn't understand Buddhism, nor does he believe in the scriptures.

But he understood the meaning behind those words.

Now that we've got it, we can't let it go to waste.

Wugensheng took a deep breath and stepped towards the cave entrance inscribed with the four characters "Human life is rare".

Before one even steps inside, one's gaze already passes over the cave entrance and falls into the depths of the cave.

Then he froze.

Those bright, piercing eyes instantly lost focus.

It wasn't blindness, nor was it a loss of focus; rather, it was that his gaze was captured by something deeper.

That which seizes the rootless is not something that can be seen with the eyes, but something that life itself can perceive.

For a moment, Wugensheng was frozen in place, standing there motionless.

Because there are carvings on the stone walls inside the cave.

Those carvings are quietly embedded in the stone wall.

But these seemingly ordinary depictions captivated him completely in an instant.

It's not about seizing.

It is to devour.

It was submerged.

It pulled Wugensheng into another world.

Thousands of miles away.

Inside the upper room of the inn.

Li Yuan sat quietly by the window, taking in the entire scene through the ray of light.

He saw Wugensheng's figure standing stiffly at the entrance of the cave.

I saw those eyes that momentarily lost their focus.

Seeing that he looked as if he had been frozen in place.

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Li Yuan's lips curled up slightly.

The smile was so faint, almost imperceptible.

But in those gentle eyes, there was a clear understanding that was absolutely evident.

really."

He meditated in his heart.

"The extraordinary legacy left by Master Ziyang—Zhang Boduan—is not something an ordinary person can withstand."

The carvings on the stone wall, seemingly just a few ordinary drawings, actually contain the supreme mysteries of the Golden Elixir Path in every single stroke.

To the average person, it seems mysterious.

Like blind men touching an elephant, they only perceive its size but not its shape.

But if someone with enough talent were to observe it—

You will then be directly pulled into the interior.

Although Li Yuan has never personally visited the Twenty-Four Heavenly Valleys since he transmigrated to the present world.

However, relying on his memories from his past life and his cultivation in this life, he already had a clear understanding of the secrets of the heavenly inheritance left by the Purple Sun Immortal—Zhang Boduan.

In short...

The key to the profound legacy left by Master Ziyang—Zhang Boduan—lies in—

interior.

Deep within human consciousness lies a world.

That is the interior.

Normally, it is hidden behind layers of mist and concealed beneath layers of thoughts.

People are alive but unaware of its existence; when people die, it vanishes.

The vast majority of people never set foot in that world in their entire lives.

But it's always been there.

wait.

In the interior, one can have their wishes fulfilled.

With a single thought, mountains and rivers come into being.

Those mountains and rivers are not illusions, but real mountains and rivers—real in another dimension.

When a single thought vanishes, all things fall silent.

That extinction is not nothingness, but a return to the origin of tranquility—all things come from it and return to it in the end.

But precisely because of this, people are very likely to lose themselves in inner visions.

Unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood, or reality and illusion, they ultimately become trapped in it, unable to extricate themselves.

Many people enter the inner realm and never return; their souls are trapped within, their bodies still there, but they have become walking corpses.

However, those with sufficiently profound cultivation can move freely within the inner realm, and even use its power to comprehend the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

The carvings on the stone wall form such a gate.

It allows people to easily enter the inner world, and into a mysterious and profound state of enlightenment.

In this state, one's consciousness is exceptionally clear, like a cloudless sky, without a single distracting thought.

Its senses are exceptionally sharp—it can hear the sound of dewdrops falling, see the trails of dust flying, and feel the temperature brought by the wind from afar.

Wu Xing is exceptionally insightful; he can see through the truths he couldn't understand in ordinary times at a glance, and he can understand the mysteries he couldn't fathom in ordinary times with a touch.

If one has enough talent, one can comprehend the extraordinary techniques and skills one has always dreamed of within the inner realm.

Just like many years later, when those eight people came to this place, each of them comprehended one of the eight extraordinary skills.

Each of those eight extraordinary skills was enough to establish a school of thought, and each was enough to make all the extraordinary people in the world take notice.

And all of these were gleaned from this place, from that inner landscape, from the guidance of those depictions, from those profound and mysterious epiphanies, gradually taking shape.

But all of this is predicated on having enough talent.

What's even more important is a solid foundation.

Not enough talent to enter the inner realm.

If the foundation is not solid, entering the inner realm is tantamount to courting death.

Li Yuan gazed intently at the figure of Wugensheng standing stiffly within that ray of light.

"Wugensheng, do you know that you are now caught in an opportunity that countless seekers of the Way throughout history have dreamed of?"

"Many people want to enter the inner realm but cannot find the door; many people seek a profound understanding but never attain it in their lifetime."

But you just stood there, looking at those few paintings, and then went straight inside.

That's talent.

That's what makes you who you are.

His gaze shifted from Wugensheng to the carvings on the stone wall.

Those depictions, in his perception, were clearer and more profound than those seen by Wugensheng.

The carvings on the stone wall seemed to record a cultivation method no different from the most ordinary circulation of qi.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that the cultivation methods recorded there are different in many details.

Those differences are so subtle they are almost imperceptible. But it is precisely in these subtle details that the real mystery lies.

Just like the strokes of a character, a slight difference can lead to a huge error; just like the forks in a road, one wrong step can lead to the ends of the earth.

And simply by looking at those carvings, one's internal energy will involuntarily begin to flow automatically according to the methods recorded in the carvings.

It is a kind of "teaching" that is deeper than "teaching".

It's not about teaching you, it's about making you able to do it directly.

It's not about making you memorize, but about making you understand directly.

This is remarkably similar to the stripes on the stone walls of the Twenty-Four Valleys that give one a sense of direct control and open up the meridians.

All of this is teaching without words.

The unwritten scripture.