"What did you say?!" Xie Xuan shouted, "You want to practice Chunyang?!"
Bai Ze wiped the drink from his face and asked, "How is it?"
"Do you know what Chunyang practices?" Xie Xuan looked strange.
"I know." Bai Ze said, "We passed by Heyang City before, and the swordsman who was traveling with us told me that the Pure Yang Heart Technique is a Taoist secret. The pure Yang Qi can be practiced to be extremely strong and powerful, and can destroy even the dead! "
"That guy is a shit swordsman. He has only achieved that little in his life. He has no hope of breaking through the Supreme Being and entering the extraordinary world!" Before the skill is perfected, no trace of Yuanyang must be leaked."
"So what?" Bai Ze asked.
"It's not that bad." Xie Xuan said, "It's just...do you remember our Cheng Cun peeking at little Jasmine taking a bath?"
Of course Bai Ze remembered it. He yelled at that time, grabbed his little brother and asked Xie Xuan why little Jasmine didn't have that thing, saying that since she didn't have it, he didn't want it either.
"Practice Chunyang, you can no longer peek at beautiful girls taking a shower!" Xie Xuan told Bai Ze with a solemn face, "Otherwise, if you have desires in your heart, it will cause Chunyang's true energy to become dry and chaotic, which can range from vomiting three liters of blood to severe cases. Return to Immortal Mountain!"
"You don't know how to use Cynomorium Cynomorium?" Bai Ze asked, "It's better if you don't use Cynomorium Cynomorium. The true energy will not riot."
"Is this what that half-assed swordsman told you?" Xie Xuan asked.
"Yes." Bai Ze nodded.
"...His grandma's Ouyang Mu, if you let Taoist master touch it again, I will kill you!" Xie Xuan cursed loudly, gritting his teeth.
He had been alone for most of his life, and finally picked up a cheap apprentice with decent qualifications. He originally planned to teach his lifelong skills, but he was brainwashed by a half-hearted swordsman who killed him on the way and insisted on practicing some bullshit Chunyang!
"To say the least, you have practiced Chunyang, but in the future when you meet the girl you love, you can't have sex, what should you do?" Xie Xuan tried to pull Bai Ze back from the wrong path of Chunyang, "Ordinary women Xiu, I can't stand the impact of your pure Yang Qi, maybe I can kill the opponent..."
"It's okay." Bai Ze waved his hand, "Ouyang told me that after cultivating pure yang, you will have to find a pure yin girl to practice double cultivation. At worst, I will find a Taoist saint."
Find a saint to practice double cultivation.
Xie Xuan only felt that a tendon in his forehead was broken. He pressed his palm on the bed, crushing a corner of the wooden bed to pieces.
"Ouyang Mu, I'm going to kill you!" Xie Xuan just wanted to break the swordsman's sword in half, and then kick him until he was paralyzed!
"That's all." Xie Xuan sighed, "Let Chunyang be pure Yang. Fortunately, all three pillars of the Chunyang Heart Method are involved. Disciple, I have no problem with you wanting to practice Chunyang as your teacher, but there are many unique skills in the Taoist school. Pure Yang Qi training, but do you plan to focus on Dao Qi, Dao Heart, or Dao Intention?"
The best masters of the Tao sect, the legendary immortals, all have mastered the Tao sect's secret knowledge.
But the path to Taoism can be described as difficult.
The three practices are too difficult for those who come after us.
As a result, a split occurred within the Taoist sect.
Since Tao Xian founded the Taoist sect, he has many disciples. But most of the disciples only learned the Taoist secrets, and only his disciples of the Thirteen Gates learned his true teachings.
The thirteen disciples each founded a mountain and taught Taoism, and later became the Thirteen Jue of Taoism. Time is like running water, and white clouds are like a dog. Thousands of years later, only three of the thirteen secrets of Taoism are left, and they are called the three pillars of Taoism by the people of Kyushu.
It has been passed down to this day, and it is no longer possible to regain the glory of the Dao Sect when the Dao Immortal was still there.
Although the current Dao Sect is one of the Three Right Paths of Kyushu, its path of cultivation has been fragmented.
Although Taoist disciples all start practicing Taoism with Qi training, they must also decide from the beginning of their Taoism practice whether they will focus on Tao Qi, secondary Qi and Tao heart, or secondary Qi and Tao mind in the future.
"What I was cultivating back then was the Taoist Heart. Although the "Chun Yang Zhen Jing" you want to cultivate is not as good as the "Taiyi Ziwei Lu" I cultivated in terms of mind cultivation, but if you think about my master's 'Taiyi Divine Sword' you It’s not like it can’t be learned…” Xie Xuan said.
"I want to cultivate Taoism." Bai Ze interrupted Xie Xuan's words with a serious look on his face, "Taoist magic, Taoism and nature, flying stars picking up the moon, moving mountains and flat seas, this is the Tao in my mind!"
Xie Xuan sighed and said: "You have to know that although the three pillars of the Taoist sect have different approaches but the same purpose, my master focused on cultivating the Taoist heart when I was young. Although I also dabbled in the other two Taoism, it is not my path to enlightenment after all. I It can’t be said to be mysterious.”
Bai Ze nodded.
"Guiding you is more than enough for now, but in the future, you will need to explore the way of heaven on your own." Xie Xuan was rarely serious, and his tone was solemn.
"Master, did he rely entirely on his teachings when he learned from his master?" Bai Ze was free and easy, "Isn't it true that everyone's own path to enlightenment is walked by themselves?"
Xie Xuan was startled and lost his mind.
After a while, he laughed loudly and patted Bai Ze on the shoulder, "Young people are terrible! But you are too narrow-minded to be a teacher! You only want to have someone to pass on the mantle, but you have lost your way to heaven. You are supposed to be alone! You are very good!"
At such a young age, to have such a clear understanding is indeed worthy of being an innate Taoist!
Xie Xuan paused and asked enigmatically: "Disciple, as a teacher, it is undeniable that you have supreme talent in the way of Taoism, and as a teacher, you have great luck - how much have you learned?"
"There has never been a method for practicing Qi or luck, and I have never practiced it." Bai Ze said, his eyes as bright as stars. "I have watched the master perform this technique many times, and I know about it by touch. If there is a "Chun Yang Zhen Jing", I should give it a try. !”
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Xie Xuan said three good words in a row, "This matter is not urgent. This matter is over. I will teach you the Chunyang Heart Technique!"
Bai Ze took out the demon elimination notice from the town entrance and handed it to Xie Xuan.
Xie Xuan took it and only said: "Exterminate the demon tonight!"
…
At night, the stars lock on the mountains and rivers, and the moon sinks into the gutter.
The boundaries of Heyang are Yanshui River in the south and Dushan Mountain in the north. It’s a treasure place with four seasons of charm. But precisely because it is a treasure land, it has abundant spiritual energy, so many mountain spirits and sprites have become evil spirits.
The story of the demon disaster in Ma Chi Town started a month ago. The Liu family’s daughter-in-law said that her husband had not returned home all night. The next day, people from the town went out to look for it and found the man’s body in a valley. It was shaped like a gaunt tree and had no energy. .
This is a typical behavior of evil spirits.
There is an evil way for demons to train the essence of heaven and earth. When it comes to the essence of heaven and earth, it is none other than human beings. Human beings are the spiritual beings of all things, and their bodies contain a lot of essence. If a demon kills one person, it can last for three days.
So there are evil spirits who kill people and take their semen.
Taoist monks are particularly sensitive to evil spirits. What they cultivate is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their bodies are awe-inspiring, and the places where evil spirits reside are, to them, as simple and clear as black and white letters on a piece of paper.
Xie Xuan didn't even use any spells. He only closed his eyes and sensed it, and determined that the evil spirit that took people's lives was in the northwest of Machi Town.
"The Taoist master is going to catch monsters!" The boy guarding the tavern saw an old man and a young boy in new clothes going out late at night, and hurriedly ran to inform the shopkeeper.
"I hope everything goes well and the Taoist master slays the demons." The shopkeeper said, and then asked: "Has the donkey been taken away?"
"No," the boy said, "My old man, Old Li, is guarding the place, offering carrots, and that bald-tailed donkey really has something in its mouth!"
"It would be better if we didn't," the shopkeeper said, "At least these two will come back and are not charlatans."
…
Northwest of Machi Town, Liuzhuang.
The people in Liuzhuang are not surnamed Liu, but Chen. It is named Liuzhuang because there is an old willow tree at the entrance of the village that is more than a thousand years old. The village chief said that his ancestors were protected by the willow tree and established themselves in the north, but there were few evil spirits in the village, so he named the village Liuzhuang.
The elderly in the village, every Shangyuan, Zhongyuan and Xiayuan festivals, will burn incense and sacrifice to the willow spirit to seek blessings.
What is very magical is that every time there is a sacrifice, the willow tree will hang down with light, and at the end of its branches, whose roots are as green as warm jade, dripping nectar sap.
The village chief would collect the sap from the nectar trees every time. If someone in the village got sick, he would feed him with the sap and he would be well within a day.
Ten years ago, a lone swordsman passed by Liuzhuang and stood in front of the willow tree for six or seven hours every day.
The villagers found it strange, but the swordsman carried a long sword on his back and no one dared to mess with him. The village chief asked him to stay in the village for a while, and he agreed.
Seventy-seven forty-nine days later, the swordsman suddenly let out a long sigh, then walked alone to the river beach near Liuzhuang, drew his sword, and stabbed out with one sword. Like ten thousand swords firing in unison, the thin willows followed the wind, hardening the water of the river that was more than ten feet deep. They were cut off, the river bed deepened by more than ten feet, and the river beach expanded by more than a hundred feet!
The village chief who was secretly following the swordsman was so frightened that he sat on the ground. The swordsman put away his sword, glanced at the village chief, returned to Liuzhuang, and left behind a sentence:
"This tree has a spirit, and I would like to treat it kindly. Otherwise, disaster will come."
The swordsman learned the sword under a tree. After he got a move, he left behind a copy of Taoism and walked away.
But ten years have passed, and no one in Liuzhuang understands the original intention. I only knew that the old willow tree at the entrance of the village once taught the swordsman who cut the river with one sword, so he admired him even more.
But just yesterday, when the old village chief got up early as usual and went to visit the thousand-year-old willow at the entrance of the village, he strangely discovered that the willow tree was missing!
The villagers in Liuzhuang just felt like the sky was falling and the earth was falling.
The tree spirit that has protected Liuzhuang for thousands of years has disappeared!
The old village chief recalled what the swordsman said back then, "Could it be that the tree spirit felt that the sacrifices at Liuzhuang were dishonest and looked for another place to settle down?"
The whole village was in a mess, and everyone felt that the disaster was about to come. In the evening, an old figure silently walked to Liuzhuang and sat at the entrance of the village where the willow trees disappeared, without saying a word.
The old man was injured, but the blood flowing out of the wound was a strange green color.
The village chief seemed to realize something. At nightfall, he quietly invited the old man to his home and handed the old man the sap he had collected.
The old man was startled, smiled, and drank all the sap. At dawn the next day, the wound had healed seven or eight times.
Then he left again.
The village chief's grandson asked: "Grandpa, is that green old man the willow tree at the entrance of the village?"
"Probably so." The village chief touched his grandson's head and said.
