Lunch was missed. Xifei Temple did not provide dinner, so Xu Zhipeng was a little embarrassed to go there. Chestnuts and sweet potatoes, you can get by with it.
After yesterday's promotion, he was vaguely aware that the moonlight seemed to contain some special energy. It was not spiritual energy, but it could also nourish the human body and nourish the soul.
He is also looking forward to it today. In this era of spiritual energy exhaustion, people dare not let go of any possible methods that can improve their cultivation. Even if it is just speculation, even if it is just overthinking, give yourself one more chance and one more. Hope so.
Xu Zhipeng was not an ancient person, so of course he knew the origin of the moonlight. He also knew that the moon was already floating in the sky in front of him, but he could not see it with the naked eye. Although he has cultivated Taoism, he is still a mortal with naked eyes and cannot feel it at all.
The days in late autumn are already very short. At early four o'clock, the sky gradually fades away, and a faint outline appears in the blue sky. Xu Zhipeng began to sit down cross-legged, his luck turning around, and he didn't feel anything at all.
"It's not the right time!"
When I returned yesterday, the bright moon was in the sky. Xu Zhipeng suspected that the time was wrong. He had enough patience to wait.
After fading away from the hustle and bustle of the city and returning to the mountains and forests, time has become the least valuable consumable for him. Not to mention an hour, even ten days and a half, he was patient enough to wait.
The moon tonight is not as round as yesterday.
When I practice, I don’t feel like I did yesterday. Xu Zhipeng suddenly remembered that yesterday was the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, a night of full moon. He turned down his calendar and wrote this down some time ago, because it was related to his master's May 7th and Death Sacrifice, so he couldn't be careless.
"It seems we can only wait another month." After the remaining two Zhoutians were moved, Xu Zhipeng secretly guessed and had some hope. Cultivation is difficult, but no one is willing to give up as long as they can make some progress.
There was a cool breeze blowing, and even though I was standing on the top of the mountain, I couldn't feel too much coldness. Perhaps because he has cultivated Taoism, he has started not to avoid the cold and heat, but Xu Zhipeng still complained about this year's weather.
You said it's already late autumn and winter is about to begin. Not to mention their Jiangnan area, even in the Kyoto area in the north, it is said that the body temperature still stays in the 20s. It's not hot in the summer, it's not cold in the winter, what the hell is the weather.
"If something goes wrong, you will become a monster!"
Xu Zhipeng said casually and didn't pay attention. As mentioned before, after entering the monastic realm, although his cultivation level is not high, the ordinary cold and heat can no longer infect his body. He is just worrying about it!
Time flies and seasons change. Everything has its natural laws, whether slowly or urgently, it will eventually come and go.
Another fifteenth day, the silver moon is like a plate, and the shining moonlight pours down, bathing the mountains and forests, soaking in time, and reflecting on people.
Xu Zhipeng has entered a daze. Deep in concentration. The silver moonlight fell on him, turning into tiny fluorescent lights that penetrated into his body, blending into his meridians and into the running Qi.
Xu Zhipeng's eyes moved slightly and he woke up. Normally, monks are conscious when carrying Zhou Tian and will not fall into a deep sleep. But he has encountered it several times, and he will fall into a deep sleep after achieving even a little bit. He didn't know if there was any harm in it. He got benefits every time, so he didn't take it to heart.
Xu Zhipeng looked at the time, it was already past ten o'clock. It took more than three hours to enter samadhi this time. I felt completely comfortable and didn't feel any abnormality at all. He carefully checked his body and found that the four qi in his dantian were extremely full and intertwined happily with each other. Not to mention the first three channels of Qi, the fourth channel was still very young when it came to luck in the morning, like a young man who had just grown up. It was strong on the outside and weak on the inside, only showing its appearance. But now, it has grown vigorously. , became the same as the three seniors.
It's really a huge improvement. Xu Zhipeng even hoped that on the next full moon night, he might be able to cultivate the fifth true energy.
But he also fell into deep doubts as to why his cultivation was so fast. I think of Senior Brother Zhichen, who has been practicing for more than sixty years, but still has only five or six levels of Qi, and has not broken through the shackles of the early stage of Qi training. Didn't he discover the secret in the moonlight?
"It shouldn't be possible!" Xu Zhipeng was a little worried. As the saying goes, haste makes waste. The way of cultivation emphasizes step-by-step, accumulation, and rash progress. It sounds like a method of demonic cultivation. Of course, this is just his own conjecture. He had read too many online novels. There were no theories there, and many of the stories told were true, which made him doubt his previous speculation. The so-called originators of the Cultivation Sect were actually hard-working monks who could not enter the Tao. This comforts me for the rest of my life.
The moon represents Yin. As the saying goes, yin cannot grow alone, and yang cannot grow alone. The harmony of yin and yang is the way of nature, and it should not be a serious problem.
After much thought, Xu Zhipeng finally decided to ask the old monk.
"Practice under the moon?" Monk Zhichen remained silent. To be honest, it has been sixty years since I tried any method. How could I have imagined that the young junior brother in front of me who had just entered the door would be about to catch up with my own cultivation...
"Perhaps this is because everyone's physique is different!" After thinking for a long time, the old monk uttered this sentence. "I once heard my mentor say that ancient monks paid great attention to understanding and physical fitness when looking for someone to inherit their mantle. Mediocrity and genius can be distinguished not only by diligence."
"Junior brother, let's practice like this first! But once you find something wrong, stop immediately."
"Well, okay, thank you senior brother." Xu Zhipeng smiled and thanked.
After listening to this senior brother, he understood. I'm afraid that his senior brother himself doesn't know the reason for this. How can he explain it clearly?
"Forget it, just pay attention to yourself."
One of the important things in cultivation is to let nature take its course. Now that it has happened, there is nothing to be afraid of. Just keep your heart. In addition, if there is an opportunity for progress, how could we give up so easily?
"Go back and look through the notes of your ancestors! There may be answers there."
He came earlier today and the lunch meal was not ready yet, so Xu Zhipeng consciously started to fight. The old monk who was a handyman didn't like the cooking skills, so he consciously sat at the end of the stove and lit a fire.
"Junior Brother Hunyun, how old are you this year?" The monk who cooked the food had not had much contact with Xu Zhipeng. He only knew that this was a Taoist priest from Xuanwei and a disciple of Jun'an Lao Tao. It is said that just like their abbot, Zen Master Zhichen, they are both Taoists.
As a monk of Xifei Temple, and he is old, the secrets in the temple are no longer secrets, so he naturally knows how powerful their presiding officers are. Therefore, even though Xu Zhipeng often came to fight for free, they basically greeted him with a smile. Therefore, Xu Zhipeng's conjectural expression at first was actually due to his own guilty conscience. After all, he is a soft-spoken person! If people show a little expression, they will guess the connotation in their hearts...
In fact, it was just a meal. Xu Zhipeng didn't eat much, so the old monks didn't have any objections at all. On the contrary, I have a neighbor who often visits me. He is still young and has a sense of being looked after by his elders.
"I'll be forty soon." Xu Zhipeng replied. "Oh, I feel like I'm still in my twenties. How could I have known that I would be in my fourth year."
"Haha, just have some fun. Look at my old man, he's already in his early seventies."
"Ha, you can't tell. I see that you are only sixty-five or six at most, and you are very strong."
Xu Zhipeng is also flattering. This senior brother's name is Huixing, and his face looks a bit old. The temple on the top of the mountain is also a bitter cold place, so his age seems even more disproportionate. But who doesn’t like to hear good words? Although the old monk Huixing knew that these were flattery words from Xu Zhipeng and could not be taken seriously, he still smiled.
"You, you, you!" He nodded Xu Zhipeng and laughed happily.
"Speaking of which, my grandson is almost thirty, and he is still being teased by you. Alas, I haven't contacted him for a long time. I wonder if he will give me a grandson?"
As he spoke, the old monk suddenly became sad. Xu Zhipeng didn't understand the reason. Seeing the old monk's expression, he didn't dare to say anything for fear of irritating him.
Everyone has a bitter past, like this senior brother Huixing, or like him.
