From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

interior?

What is an interior view?

In the bright hall, golden cabinet, and jade room, yellow robes and purple cinnabar aura frequently emanate.

The inner landscape is the landscape within the body, mysterious and indistinct, without visible form. Each of the five internal organs and six bowels has its own spirit, name, and color, residing in different palaces. In an empty room, white light arises, and auspiciousness dwells there.

The inner landscape refers to the landscape of the body and spirit within.

When a practitioner looks inward between their eyebrows, it should be as clear and bright as seeing the sun and moon.

This is the sign of the existence of the body and spirit.

Jiang She was deep in thought.

Dong Yunqi opened his eyes.

He slowly finished his practice and exhaled a long breath.

The turbid air was three feet above the ground, condensing and not dissipating, like a small gray-white snake, coiling for a moment before gradually dissipating.

By taking advantage of the "fox borrowing the tiger's power," he should have made some progress in his cultivation, but a layer of melancholy still lingered between his brows.

After sitting quietly for a while, Dong Yunqi was still unable to calm down. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then carefully took out an item from his storage bag and examined it carefully in his hands.

It was a scroll painting.

The scroll is made of some kind of unidentified grayish-brown animal hide, and the production method is simple and unadorned. The edges are worn and frayed, revealing the rough fibers inside.

The material is as heavy as aged leather, slightly cool to the touch, and faintly exudes the aura of wild beasts in the mountains.

Dong Yunqi moved gently, placing the scroll on his lap and unfolding it. The scroll was not large, only about a foot square, but the moment it was unfolded, a desolate and ancient feeling seemed to rush over.

I forced my eyelids open and looked at the picture.

However, the texture of the scroll's leather surface is intricate, forming a painting in itself.

The painting depicts a vast, boundless sea of ​​ink!

The seawater is not still, but flowing, layer upon layer, the ink color varying with the depth of the waves, the waves crashing against the shore, the sound of the waves still ringing in my ears, the sea breeze blowing cold on my face, between the ebb and flow of the tide, above the sea surface, nine bright moons hang and illuminate the entire sea!

These nine moons are of different sizes and vary in brightness.

The largest moon in the center is as bright as a silver plate, its clear light shining down, as if it were the core and source of light for the entire scroll.

The other eight bright moons, some large, some small, some near, some far, circled around us. Some were perfectly round and radiant, while others were hazy and indistinct.

The halo, shape, and echo of each moon's light with the sea are depicted with exquisite detail, as if containing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. The scene is magnificent and profound. With just one glance, one feels as if they are there, walking on this ocean, looking up to see the September moon hanging in the sky, unable to extricate oneself from it.

"well......"

Dong Yunqi looked melancholy, his fingertips gently brushing over the largest and brightest full moon in the center, and he let out a long sigh.

His eyes held the weariness and frustration of cultivation as he said, "This visualization diagram contains the inner vision of a nine-month-old moon in the sky. I have been cultivating it for over a hundred years since I obtained it, but in the end... I have only managed to condense a single bright moon."

"Still the smallest round..."

"The remaining eight rounds... are far off. The magical power and mental focus required to condense each round of the moon increase exponentially. Who but someone of immortality can cultivate the simultaneous brilliance of all nine rounds?"

Thinking of this, Dong Yunqi was speechless for a moment.

He stopped talking.

He didn't know what to say.

There are immortal beings in this world, but they are not immortal in the true sense; they simply have a long lifespan.

The human race, with its four limbs aligned with the four cardinal directions and its body containing the universe, is the race most in harmony with the Great Dao.

However, he failed because he did not live long enough.

That's why they fight against heaven and earth for their destiny?

"hehe....."

Dong Yunqi chuckled self-deprecatingly, his gaze slowly shifting to the smallest and darkest moon.

That was the moon he edited in the interior drawing.

In this world, the average lifespan is no more than fifty years. Dong Yunqi entered the Dao at the age of ten, obtained this visualization diagram at the age of twenty, and has now cultivated for more than one hundred and twenty years. He has already consumed many longevity-enhancing herbs and fruits, so it is extremely difficult for him to extend his lifespan further.

Unless one achieves Qi cultivation, one can only grow old day by day.

"well......"

Dong Yun sighed heavily, "I abandoned my original path and turned to this 'fox borrowing the tiger's might' wild fox Zen. It takes a hundred years to achieve the chance of refining Qi. Right now, I only have a hundred years left to live. It's either success or death!"

"Difficult! Extremely difficult!"

As he pondered, Jiang She listened intently to his entire conversation.

Turning around, he pondered:

"It seems that to condense the inner vision, one must visualize oneself within the visualization diagram and visualize the inner vision in the Qihai acupoint."

Jiang She frowned slightly.

Everyone says that the resources for cultivating immortality are hard to come by, but I never expected them to be so precious. Not only do you need to obtain the cultivation method, but you also need a visualization diagram to accompany it. This step of Qi cultivation is truly as difficult as ascending to the clouds.

Fortunately, Dong Yunqi had a visualization diagram.

It also condensed into an inner scene resembling a bright moon.

Once he's sold, his cultivation level, techniques, inner vision, and visualization diagrams will all be his for the taking.

However... it seems that there are also poems about the interior scenery hidden in Master Zhao's room.

Did Dong Yunqi not notice?

Or did they notice it but weren't interested?

Or perhaps... he had searched the whole place but couldn't find the woman?

Just as he was pondering the thoughts that were tied to Dong Yunqi, he heard a shout of curses.

A woman's shouts erupted.

"Let me out! Let me out now!!"

"I'm going to the Xu family! I'm going to buy it for Jiang She!!"

Following the sound, they saw that it was coming from a boudoir deep inside the Zhao residence. Looking inside, they saw that the boudoir doors and windows were tightly closed, and the vermilion doors were even locked!

Inside the door, Zhao Qiaoling was leaning against the window, her round, cute face flushed red with anger. She was pounding on the windowpane and shouting downstairs:

"Let me out! Let me out now!!"

"You bunch of lackeys, let me out!"

Her voice was crisp and urgent, like a canary trapped in a cage, desperately flapping its wings, trying to break free.

A maid stood outside the window.

Wearing a lotus-root-colored ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) and a light blue bijia (another type of traditional Chinese vest), she was Xing'er, Zhao Qiaoling's personal maid.

"Xing'er, why are you just watching?"

"Come quickly and help me escape."

Zhao Qiaoling looked at Xing'er through the window.

Upon hearing this, Xing'er remained with her hands folded in front of her abdomen. Her expression was calm, showing little panic, only a hint of helplessness in her eyes as she gazed at her mistress's exasperated figure through the window, and said worriedly:

"Miss, please calm down. You've been making a scene all morning. At least... have some snacks first?"

As he spoke, he pushed a red lacquered food box to the window.

A wooden board was placed under the window frame, blocking a small, openwork hole, just big enough for a woman's delicate hand to pass through.

Offering some food is no problem at all.

"I won't eat it!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiaoling abruptly turned her head away from the window, angrily turning her back to Xing'er, leaving only her stubborn back of her head. She pouted and said, "I don't want to eat! My brother won't let me go out, won't let me buy Jiang She, so I won't eat anything. I might as well starve to death, boohoo~"

"No, Miss, I went to Zuixianlou specially to buy your favorite osmanthus sugar steamed cake, fresh chestnut flour cake and plum blossom pastry. I also have a warm cup of almond milk. Please have some."

As Xing'er spoke, she opened the food box.

Inside the food box, all sorts of pastries were neatly arranged. A plate full of osmanthus sugar was piled up like bricks, as white as jade. The cake was fluffy and soft, and the surface was evenly dotted with fine golden osmanthus petals. The sweet aroma was rich and fragrant. The moment it was taken out, even the air was filled with a sweet scent.

The new chestnut flour cake is small and amber in color. Each piece is pressed into a lotus pattern with a wooden mold, and the edges are slightly fragrant with chestnuts and decorated with glistening granulated sugar. The plum blossom pastry on the far side has layers of flaky pastry that are as thin as cicada wings. It is baked to a light yellow color and has a touch of bright red in the center of the flower, which is made from honey-flavored flower jam.

Finally, a small celadon cup was taken out.

The small cup holds almond cream, its texture as smooth as agar, with a few honey-soaked flower petals floating on top. Wisps of steam, carrying the sweet almond flavor and rich milky aroma, blend perfectly together, drifting gently into the room through the small hole in the window.

"Gurgle..."

Suddenly, the sound of swallowing saliva rang out from inside the window.

Zhao Qiaoling, with her back turned, secretly glanced out the window. Seeing the exquisite cakes in the food box, she swallowed hard, but then, as if branded with a hot iron, she shrank back, abruptly averting her gaze and stammering into thin air:

"I...I don't want to eat it!"

Before she could finish speaking, she pouted, her mouth agape with longing.

That look was so cute, with a touch of childishness mixed with a touch of arrogance.

But Xing'er was taken aback.

Pastries and women are clearly a young lady's favorites.

But now... the young lady has given up the pastries and chosen a man, a man she has only met twice!

This shows that, in the young lady's eyes, this man, whom she had only met twice, was more delicious than her favorite pastry!

Xing'er was somewhat dazed.

This was the first time she had ever seen a lady like this.

"Miss, please don't worry. When I came here just now, I took it upon myself to let Ju'er slip out of the house."

Seeing that even offering her mistress's favorite pastries couldn't dissuade her, Xing'er had no choice but to confess honestly.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiaoling's eyes lit up, and she quickly turned her head to ask:

"Why did you sneak out?"

"But are you going to buy Jiang She for me?"

As Zhao Qiaoling spoke, her eyes were filled with anticipation, and they even twinkled like little stars.

Xing'er shook her head.

"no."

"Then why did you sneak out?"

"Go and fetch the young lady's mother."

"......Mother."

Zhao Qiaoling's expression froze for a moment, and a trace of loss and reminiscence unexpectedly flashed in her big, bright eyes.

After her father passed away, her mother entered the Cihang Nunnery in the west of the city, knelt before the Buddha, and became a nun with her hair still intact.

Last year on the Lantern Festival, Zhao Qiaoling carried a rabbit lantern and hopped to the nunnery to see her mother, but her mother only added oil to the Buddha lamp and did not turn around to look at her.

It's as if I've severed all worldly desires, and from now on, I'll live a simple life of quiet con

...

...

Inside the teahouse.

Using the panel.

Jiang She saw this scene and immediately understood.

This Miss Zhao, it seems, has been confined to this boudoir by her elder brother ever since Zhao Jiaren forcibly brought her back from the Xu family that day, and is not allowed to go out.

Right now, her personal maid Xing'er, in order to save her mistress, had to take a risky step and asked Ju'er to go to Cihang Nunnery to invite Zhao's mother, who had left the nunnery, back to the house.

Thinking of this, Jiang She's consciousness paused slightly.

He suddenly noticed an extraordinary object on the wall of the Xu family compound.

That object was the woman's plump buttocks.

The owner of the buttocks was clinging to the top of the wall, kicking his legs wildly outside, seemingly searching for a foothold, yet also somewhat timid due to the height of the wall.

But what's most eye-catching is her buttocks, which are now facing the sky outside the wall. Her buttocks are exceptionally plump, and they are already full and firm without her having to bend them out. Now, as she leans against the wall, her skirt is stretched taut, like two super-large millstones rolling on the wall.

Its size was so large that it was even larger than Xu Rong's proud, plump buttocks, which were wider than her shoulders. It was a whole size bigger than Xu Rong's buttocks, yet it was not bloated. Instead, it was full and round like the moon. At this moment, it was pressing heavily against the wall, like two ripe honeydew melons. If you took a bite, you would find that the inside was full of juice.

"Wow, this wall...it's really high!"

A woman's voice rang out, accompanied by delicate panting and a complaining grumble.

"Thump!"

A dull thud, not exactly soft.

The woman finally mustered her courage, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, let go, and jumped off the wall.

Without any cushioning, the woman's legs went weak upon landing, and she fell to the ground with a thud. Fortunately, her heavy buttocks bounced softly on the ground, lifting her back up.

"call--"

"A close call, a close call..."

The woman patted her chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and then looked around furtively. Seeing that no one was watching, she straightened up and tidied her somewhat disheveled clothes.

This girl was about the same age as Xing'er, around seventeen or eighteen years old, and slightly shorter than Xing'er, but still about 1.7 meters tall.

She wore a pale yellow, narrow-sleeved short jacket, paired with light blue tight-fitting trousers, and a light purple vest over it, with a matching silk sash tied around her waist. Her attire was neat and tidy, allowing for easy movement.

Her appearance was not like that of a maid, but rather that of a young lady.

She has an oval face, fair skin, a small and straight nose, and thin, rosy lips. She doesn't wear much makeup, yet she exudes a youthful charm.

What's most striking about her are her eyes—large, round, with jet-black pupils that dart around constantly, exuding a cleverness. But unlike Xing'er's calm, reserved, and efficient intelligence, her cleverness carries more of the cunning and shrewdness of a street vendor or pickpocket.

It's as if he's always plotting some crazy idea.

Jiang She looked straight ahead.

As soon as the woman jumped off the wall, she tiptoed and crouched low, like a little mouse stealing oil, and tiptoed along the shadows at the base of the wall toward the market.

She walked stealthily, glancing back at the guards at the gate every now and then, muttering to herself as if she were saying something.

Upon seeing this, Jiang She extended his divine sense to probe the area.

Finally, I heard the woman talking to herself:

"Ugh! This wall is so hard to climb. Luckily I'm smart enough to land on my bottom first."

As she spoke, she subconsciously rubbed her slightly numb buttocks, wincing and showing a flash of pain before glancing around warily and continuing her "stealth" mission.

"Duāng! Duāng!"

Her buttocks bounced up and down, trembling beneath her tight, light green trousers.

The girl's steps were somewhat hurried.

Small characters gradually appeared before Jiang She's eyes:

"You have met Zhao family maid Ju'er today. You can spend 10,000 coins to control this personal maid."

"purchase!"

Jiang She silently ordered the woman to be purchased from the panel.

To be honest, Zhao Qiaoling hasn't fully matured yet.

He was not interested in Zhao Qiaoling.

However, he was somewhat concerned about her mother, so he planned to take this opportunity to buy the maid and use her to see the woman who had mentioned the poem on the wall in Master Zhao's bedroom.

The woman mentioned these two sentences:

In the bright hall, golden cabinet, and jade room, yellow robes and purple cinnabar aura frequently emanate.

The one who dwells in the Pure Land is called the True Man; he contemplates day and night and naturally attains divine understanding.

This... is exactly what Dong Yunqi called the inner landscape.