"Senior Brother Zhichen, do you think this is okay? You will keep watch for half the night and I will keep watch for the rest of the night?" Xu Zhipeng said. Old monk Zhichen looked very old. He couldn't bear to overwork him. After all, he was still younger. If it had been a few years earlier, it wouldn't have hurt him to stay up all night.
"Amitabha, junior brother, just go and rest first. When the time comes, I will naturally wake you up." The old monk sang a Buddha's name and responded with a smile.
"This old monk is a little weird!" Xu Zhipeng felt that this monk Zhichen's smile was a little weird, but there was no malice in it. He mumbled a few words in his heart and didn't care anymore.
It was still early, and he didn't feel sleepy. He chatted with Monk Zhichen for a few words and then lost his meaning. He wanted to take out his mobile phone to play with it, but the old monk always looked at him with a smile and felt a little embarrassed. I simply charged my phone and waited for the rest of the night. He picked up an ancient book on the table, which was "Baopuzi" written by Ge Hong, the master of the cheap arts: Xuanzhe is the ancestor of nature and the master of all things. The sugar is so deep that it is called Weiyan...
The whole book was written in traditional Chinese characters. Xu Zhipeng had to use all his strength to read through the opening paragraph. One word, "Tired". However, I finally figured out the origin of the name of this Xuanwei. He was really bored to the point of bothering to study these ancient texts, and what's more, he was using traditional Chinese characters. People of their age would not study him if they didn't have the necessary needs. Many words can only be roughly guessed by guessing and making random gestures, which is just a way to pass the time. So it was only eight o'clock, and I couldn't help but yawn.
"Senior Brother Zhichen, I'm sorry to trouble you. I'm going to take a nap first. Wake me up at 12 o'clock and I'll stay for the rest of the night." Xu Zhipeng covered his mouth and yawned, and complained to the old monk. I went to the stove, scooped up water, washed my face, rinsed my mouth, and then went back to the room to sleep.
Yesterday, I couldn't sleep all night, but today I don't know what happened. Whenever I hit the pillow, my eyes would fight and I couldn't open them.
Drowsily, someone pushed him awake. He thought it was the old monk Zhichen, but when he looked closely, it was his cheap master, the old Taoist Jun'an.
"Master!" Xu Zhipeng shouted casually. Just then I thought, wasn't this cheap master already passed away? Could it be that he was dreaming and the soul of the cheap master was greeting him.
He is quite experienced in this. He still remembers the day when his grandma passed away. When I went to bed at night, I dreamed that his grandma came to see him with helpers and told him with a smile that she liked to eat goose meat. Although he didn't know whether this was something he thought about every day or dreamed about at night, or that it was really his grandma's soul coming to say goodbye to him, but it was still an experience.
He didn't feel any fear either. Master Xianyang looked much more energetic, with a smile on his face, and no trace of fear at all.
"Apprentice, get up. Today I will teach you the first lesson." Old Taoist Master Jun'an stroked a small wisp of beard under his mouth with a smile on his face.
Xu Zhipeng didn't find it strange either. Although the old Taoist priest he knew was almost bald and had a mustache, he was still in a dream after all, and anything could happen. Gulu got up and followed the old Taoist priest out of the room.
"Since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the human emperor has been cut off, and the human master has accepted himself as the emperor. As a result, the balance between heaven and man has been completely suppressed by the heaven, and the spiritual energy has gradually withered. Until five hundred years ago, I, the great master of the human race, was unwilling to be controlled by heaven. , cut off the last spiritual vein in the world. From then on, heaven and man were separated, spiritual energy was completely exhausted, and the human world entered the Age of End of Dharma."
"This is our misfortune in the human world, and it is also our great fortune as a human being!" said the old Taoist priest Jun'an in a deep voice. "Since then, the way of heaven has retreated, and mankind has entered the era of science and technology, which has finally been reflected in the current situation."
"The only shortcoming is that our group of Taoist monks have exhausted their spiritual energy and have since become waterless ducks, falling into silence and decline. Haha~" The old Taoist priest felt a little sad and sighed with a wry smile. "This news has been passed down orally between masters and disciples since our sect founded the monastery. I don't know whether it is true or not, as a master. Just listen to it and keep it."
"Yes." Xu Zhipeng nodded in agreement. The amount of information was really large, and the proposition was too big, so he just listened to it in one ear and out the other, thinking it was a story.
"This is the introduction to the first lesson. Since the spiritual energy has dried up, it has been difficult to practice Taoism. Not to mention turning clouds and rain, moving mountains and seas, and other great magical powers have become a luxury. Even if a disciple wants to introduce Qi into the body, it will be a thousand years before he embarks on the path of cultivation. It was extremely difficult. So, there were immortals who supported me on my head and tied my hair with a verse that granted me immortality."
"If you want to step into cultivation, unless you have great perseverance, great wisdom, and great opportunity, you can attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into your body. Otherwise, you can basically rely on the teaching between master and disciple."
"Alas, a monk, despite all the hardships in his life, does not know how many true qi he can cultivate and how many can he teach to his disciples? As a result, the Taoist sect is declining day by day. You see, our Xuanwei, when it comes to becoming a teacher This generation is left alone, and it is only at this last moment that it can leave behind this path." The old Taoist priest said sadly.
"Disciple Hunyun, to this day, I have already looked away from my master. If you want to abide by this mysterious and microscopic Taoism, if you don't want to, just leave on your own. There is no need to be bound by it like my master. Lifetime." The old Taoist priest Jun'an looked solemn and a bit desolate.
Throughout my life, I received initiation at the age of six, and after polishing one zhenqi to this day, I have only produced twenty-four. If he hadn't died today, how could he be willing to impart this hard-earned Qi to others. Of course, if there are more, that's another story. It’s a pity that I don’t even have enough!
According to the classification of the world of cultivation, his twenty-four channels of true qi can be considered as the fifth stage of qi training. He has to wait until he has cultivated the 25th one before he can enter the seventh stage of qi training. By these seven periods, you have entered the late stage of the Qi training period. Not only your magic power has increased sharply, but your lifespan can also be increased by several decades. Who would be willing to impart true energy to others in vain?
What's more, there are losses involved.
So he has always been alone, alone, waiting for the last destiny in his life.
"Okay, now sit cross-legged on the futon and calm down." Old Taoist priest Jun'an brought Xu Zhipeng to the main hall and pointed to a futon and said to him.
"Oh." Xu Zhipeng was a little excited. This was the legendary cultivation, the dream of immortality. Even though he knew that this might just be a dream, he couldn't help but be excited.
What if it’s true!
Therefore, he very seriously sat cross-legged on the futon designated by the old Taoist priest Jun'an, concentrating and waiting for the surprise to arrive.
"No matter what happens, don't move, hold it back, I will do everything for you, and I can keep you safe." After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he placed his glowing hand on Xu Zhipeng's head. A stream of hot water rushed down, into his Baihui, and then rushed straight down firmly, reaching the Dantian point in the lower abdomen, and took up residence.
How can I describe the pain? It was like a half-meter-thick iron pipe being inserted into a one-centimeter-diameter leather pipe. The feeling of swelling and cracking, as if the whole person was about to be blown to pieces. Cold sweat broke out. But it seemed to have evaporated in an instant, leaving no trace.
After a moment of relief, before Xu Zhipeng could catch his breath, the true energy in his dantian began to circulate again. They flowed straight up his Dantian, running along an inexplicable path inside his body. Although the swelling and cracking feeling was better than the first one, it lasted longer this time, so the severe pain he felt was actually It's even more intense. Xu Zhipeng only felt abnormal pain, but he didn't know why he couldn't wake up and move, and it was impossible to move. His body seemed to be bound by an unknown force, just like the legendary ghost pressing down on the bed.
