I am Jinshan Youxia

There are also acupoints, but not sixty-four, only eighteen. Their locations are completely different from the Beiming Liangyi Gong, but the method of condensing acupoints is almost identical. It is reasonable that the person who created this technique must have seen the Beiming Liangyi Gong, after all, Deng Yuanjue is a disciple of Guanxin.

Some organs still contain spiritual energy, traces of body tempering and refining techniques, and a considerable amount of true energy, but it is far from reaching the body's limit. Its nature is somewhat strange, and it even feels somewhat integrated with spiritual energy.

"Huh?" This body's instincts are a bit strange. It has already overcome the tribulation of inner demons by instinctively rejecting true qi, but it can still mobilize true qi to fight back without relying on the main consciousness and using a single part of the body.

Having overcome his inner demons, Wu Yazi has conquered all instincts. His consciousness permeates his entire body, existing through internal energy as a medium. He has truly achieved the unity of intention and qi, and the unity of qi and body. As he becomes more familiar with his body, he develops many amazing abilities.

Just like the brain alternating between sleep and wakefulness, adjusting vision, muscle distribution, and bodily fluid secretion... Even without internal energy, Wu Yazi, after becoming familiar with controlling his body's instincts, could easily defeat 99% of martial arts masters.

"How did you learn martial arts?" Zhang Chengyi asked with a face full of curiosity.

The idea of ​​the body using its own internal energy for autonomous defense is bizarre. The inner demon tribulation is essentially a struggle between the conscious mind and instinct for control of the body; relinquishing control to instinct is simply—

He seemed to have figured out how this group of people skipped class.

Deng Yuanjue remained silent, even closing his eyes. He could kill him, but he could forget about getting the martial arts his master had passed down to him.

Instead of resisting their inner demons, they found a way to coexist with them, which may be related to internal energy cultivation.

Zhang Chengyi felt he had definitely guessed the truth: the martial arts and internal energy in Jin Yong's works are related to spiritual will, and the essence of martial arts is mostly rooted in a certain philosophy and culture.

There are certain thoughts and ideas from the past in our body's instincts, and even in a crazy state, we will subconsciously do some things.

If you follow your obsession and gradually take back control of your body by letting your obsession guide you, and truly achieve a state where there is no difference between being lucid and being insane, then how is the tribulation of inner demons any different from being normal?

"I see."

Zhang Chengyi had talked with Wu Yazi and Tianshan Tonglao about martial arts for so long that, in terms of the theory of the future development of martial arts, no one in the world could compare to him except those two. With his high-level understanding, he easily deduced Deng Yuanjue's training method.

This method of skipping class sounds easy, but to truly put it into practice and fully acquire the ability to overcome inner demons, it depends not only on talent but also on luck.

The method used by Wu Yazi and Tianshan Tonglao was the simplest and most rudimentary one: to grind against their own consciousness and instincts. This method took the longest but yielded the best results, and once successful, their future was limitless.

Moreover, there is an additional benefit: finding a secluded place to overcome inner demons does not require worrying about changes in one's instincts.

For someone like Deng Yuanjue, venturing out into the world, encountering life-changing events could lead to a sudden shift from demonic to enlightened existence; his fate was far too uncertain.

The only advantage is that you gain some control over the inner demon tribulation ahead of time, allowing your strength to increase faster.

Therefore, talent is only part of the key to successfully skipping class; luck plays a much larger role.

Talent is needed because ordinary people's thoughts are too chaotic. If they practice blindly without talent, they are prone to turning into beasts who live purely for desires, and they don't even know when they will wake up.

For those who lack willpower and talent, this is an even more sinister and demonic martial art than the Sunflower Manual.

“I understand.” At this point, Zhang Chengyi roughly understood why so many ‘kings’ had emerged in the Northwest, and why the Four Seas Gang, which could have established a small court, ended up acting recklessly.

This method of skipping class is probably something the people on Leigu Mountain came up with after studying the Beiming Liangyi Gong.

However, from the current perspective, religion is clearly a better solution. Juexian and Guanxin should both use this method to overcome inner demons, without going mad or becoming a beast that lives only for desires.

To put it more idealistically, they used Buddhist teachings to subdue their inner demons.

The Ming Cult likely employed a similar method, possessing its own set of rules, beliefs, and convictions, ultimately reaching a point where one's inner demons become one's own, and the inner demons become one's own.

In that case, Taoism should also be an option.

That Xiao Feng...

Zhang Chengyi frowned, reasoning that if Xiao Feng really practiced this method, his inner demons would probably be very severe. Xiao Feng's background was already a huge problem, and he was also entangled in the distinction between Han and Hu peoples, not to mention the later conflicts between the emperor and his ministers.

If you practice this method of skipping classes recklessly, you might turn into a complete madman.

However, correspondingly, once one becomes a madman and is completely dominated by instinct, one's strength may not be inferior to that of Wuyazi who overcame his inner demons, because instinct knows better than the conscious mind what one is capable of.

No wonder it disappeared.

Chapter 127 Monk Saves Monk

"Tap~"

Deng Yuanjue didn't know what had happened. He only suddenly found himself being released. Although his true energy was still out of control, it was clearly not Zhang Chengyi's doing. It was purely his own technique that was somewhat out of control in the face of the enemy's forceful invasion.

Zhang Chengyi, sitting opposite him, fell into deep thought, his expression very serious.

"Uncle Zhang?" Su Xinghe asked with concern.

Zhang Chengyi came to his senses and shook his head, saying, "I'm fine, but Xiao Feng might be in trouble."

After all, he was a 'heroic character' whom he had cultivated himself. At first glance, the assumption that Xiao Feng either locked himself up before going mad or was killed after going mad is somewhat unsettling.

The Ming Cult members wore strange expressions. They might not know the Wandering Swordsman of Jinshan, but they had all grown up listening to Xiao Feng's legendary stories, so how could they not know the long-lost King Xiao?

"Whoosh!"

A figure suddenly rushed out from below the city wall, grabbed Deng Yuanjue, and rushed outside the city wall. The fat, bald head reflected the sunlight. He waved his Zen staff and a burst of energy broke through the spiritual energy wall. In the blink of an eye, he flew hundreds of meters away.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Deng Yuanjue's struggling cries echoed outside the city, when Lu Zhishen laughed loudly, "I took a liking to you and saved your life, no need to thank me!"

Zhang Chengyi watched the two bald monks hugging each other and flying away, feeling a bit disgusted. Now that he had solved the mystery about the Ming Cult members' suspected overcoming of their inner demons, he was ready to leave Suzhou and had no interest in talking to them any further.

Every single member of the Ming Cult was either deeply grieved or ambitious, and he had absolutely no interest in getting involved with an organization like the Ming Cult.

Unlike last time in the world of Tianlong, when he needed experts to help him deduce martial arts and break through the upper limit of martial arts, the upper limit of martial arts has already been raised to a very high level. He has sown the seeds, and all that is left is to wait for the day when he returns to see the people of this world reach the upper limit again.

Anyway, he's advancing on multiple fronts at once, so cultivating a world is a piece of cake for him. He can just nurture them all at once, just like in FarmVille. Time doesn't mean much to him; he can just wait patiently.

They didn't even bother to stop Lu Zhishen from leaving.

Those in the Ming Cult who had a good relationship with Deng Yuanjue were somewhat dumbfounded.

"Alright, you can leave now." Zhang Chengyi flicked his finger again, releasing the Ming Cult members. Then he turned around, grinned, and said, "Old Master Huang Shang, hand over the Nine Heavens True Scripture."

Currently, the two most popular cultivation techniques in the current version are Juexian's Nine Heavens True Scripture and Shenshan Shangren's Arhat Golden Body Technique.

Whether Guan Xin created any unique techniques is unknown, but Deng Yuanjue's martial arts skills were indeed quite ordinary. His internal energy circulation was filled with the flavor of the Beiming Liangyi Gong, which was simply a blatant plagiarism.

Just like the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique and the Sunflower Manual, those in the know can see the relationship between them at a glance.

However, the feeling of true energy emanating from Lu Zhishen and Huang Shang was quite different from that of the Beiming Liangyi Gong.

It's clear that Master Shenshan and Juexian have come up with something new and innovative, which is worth getting your hands on for reference.

"Hmm," Huang Shang hesitated. Even though he considered himself not a martial artist, that martial arts manual was not only hard to come by, but it was also requested by the imperial court. If he sent it out, he might offend the emperor.

"Hmm?" Zhang Chengyi narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard that Jue Xian had already fled to sea, and the Nine Heavens True Scripture had fallen into Huang Shang's hands. He guessed that the Song court also had it. If the old guy in front of him didn't give it to him, he wouldn't mind storming the court and snatching the manual to see what was so special about it.

Huang Shang organized his thoughts and said, "I once read 'Shao's Anecdotes and Records,' which tells of Fan Zhongyan's legacy, which his son, though poor, refused to sell..."

He attempted to use the literary style of the story of Fan Zhongyan's son refusing to sell his jade pendant to politely refuse the other party's request for the true scriptures.

"What are you babbling about?" Zhang Chengyi had never read any Shaw Brothers Chronicles in his past life. Could it be that Shaw Brothers in Hong Kong? He had long forgotten what it was, even if he had taught himself high school Chinese. He impatiently interrupted Huang Shang, who seemed ready to launch into a long explanation, and said, "Are you going to give it to me or not?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you even if you don't give it to me."

Huang Shang fell silent. How should he put it? Sometimes, there really is no way to reason with a martial artist.

He hesitated for a long time before saying, "If I am unwilling..."

Ultimately, they didn't want to offend the government.

"Alright." Zhang Chengyi waved his hand and said, "You can leave now."

"Let's go, Lao Su, let's go to Qingliang Temple." He set the next steps in a flash, acting with remarkable efficiency.

"Yes, Uncle Zhang," Su Xinghe replied with a bow.

Huang Shang stood there, sensing something was wrong. Zhang Chengyi's personality, as he had just displayed, didn't seem like someone who would give up easily when faced with a problem.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong; he just had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

"May I ask your esteemed name?" Fang La asked loudly as Zhang Chengyi pulled Su Xinghe into the air.

"I am Jinshan Youxia."

"Zhang Chengyi!"

As soon as the voice faded, the two disappeared into the air, leaving long afterimages like shooting stars.

"This name sounds familiar."

After frowning and searching his memory, Huang Shang found that the impression was too vague. No matter how big the scandal was more than 30 years ago, it was eventually suppressed by the Song court. Why would they tell the emperor's scandal to the ministers who were far away in Fujian?

When he returned to the capital more than a decade ago, even Xiao Feng was a thing of the past, and the rumors he had heard at some point were even harder to recall.

"Go back and report to the imperial court, and have them investigate thoroughly..."

Deng Yuanjue's expression changed slightly. He remembered this name and nickname. His master, Guanxin, had mentioned it before. He seemed to be somewhat secretive about Zhang Chengyi, only saying that he was a person from decades ago and that if you met him, you would be fine if you behaved well.

He didn't think much of it at the time, but now, thinking back on it, he feels a bit terrified.

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Flying towards Mount Wutai in mid-air.

"Uncle Zhang, should I try to find a way to get my hands on the Nine Heavens Scripture?"

Su Xinghe inquired, "Once the cultivation technique reaches the Song court, there are plenty of ways to obtain it."

"No need," Zhang Chengyi replied casually, "I'll just go to Bianliang then."

He believes in having a legitimate reason for doing things (in his own opinion), and he wouldn't bully a seventy-year-old man for no reason, even if he were an NPC.

But Song Ting and he had many entanglements, so he could easily find a reason to attack, and there was no need to waste time convincing himself.

Of course, most importantly, the emperor was Emperor Huizong of Song and the prime minister was Cai Jing. If he didn't go to Bianliang and cause a ruckus, he would be doing a disservice to the limited amount of history he had memorized.

I wonder where Qin Hui is right now...

Su Xinghe revealed an expression of certainty. What do you mean by easy to talk to? It's just that bullying Huang Shang isn't exciting enough.

Chapter 128 Buddha City

Daizhou, Wutai County, South Gate.

"There are so many temples in this place."

Zhang Chengyi sat on the roof of the carriage, his legs dangling in the air and swaying gently in the wind. He gazed at the distant pagoda and the towering, continuous mountains, and sighed.

Despite the Song Dynasty's veneration of Taoism, Mount Wutai was a genuine Buddhist holy site. This place was actually called Zifu Mountain in the past, and it was a proper Taoist territory, rumored to be inhabited by immortals.

As a result, some foreign monks came here and thought that Wutai Mountain looked like Vulture Peak in India. Through a series of means, they occupied the land and built Vulture Temple.