Zhang Wenfeng rummaged through the huge and messy memories. After about half an hour, he sorted out the practice of the exercises in his mind, then he took the rope, drove the donkey back to the top of the mountain along the mountain road, locked it in the stable and locked it again.
He brushed off the dust on his body, washed his hands, opened the door and walked into Sanqing Hall.
When the incense stick burned out, another stick of incense was put on it.
Walking to the open space on the right, he took off his sword and placed it on his right side. He sat cross-legged on a three-foot-square woven straw futon, with his left leg crossed on top of his right leg, his back open and facing the light.
This style is called the tiger sitting on the dragon's plate, and Zhu Feixuan hanging down.
At the same time, the head is straight and the neck is straight, the lower jaw is slightly retracted, and the waist and spine are straightened into a straight line.
Adjust your breathing, close your eyes and recite "Three Refuges" silently.
"The supreme treasure of the Tao, we should wish all living beings to always serve the gods and escape from reincarnation forever; the supreme treasure of the sutra, we should wish all living beings to hear the righteous Dharma in all their lives; the supreme treasure of the teacher, we should wish all living beings to learn the best way and not fall into wrong views. .”
After reciting the chant, all distracting thoughts were gone, and his mind became peaceful and calm. Zhang Wenfeng officially performed the exercises.
The exercise he practiced is called "Sitting and Forgetting the Green Wood to Return the Alchemy Technique", which is one of the pure Taoist inner alchemy techniques.
It is activated by essence, Qi, and spirit, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is introduced into the body to promote its own breath. It starts from the lower Dantian, goes up along the Du channel, and passes through the three passes of Weijianlu, Jiaji, and Yuzhen, the upper, middle, and lower three Huangtings and Shangxia. The yin and yang magpie bridge completes a cycle, that is, refining qi and transforming it into small heaven.
Zhang Wenfeng was unconsciously immersed in the realm of cultivation.
No thoughts, no deposits, no thoughts, no thoughts, the treasure is solemn.
There is a weak pull of invisible breath around the body, and a curl of fragrant mist floats this way.
To the back, a thin green mist formed around Zhang Wenfeng's chest and abdomen, and there was a mysterious phenomenon. His skin was dyed with a layer of light green, his breathing was intermittent, and he didn't look like a stranger...
When the green mist dispersed, Zhang Wenfeng slowly opened his eyes.
The palace that originally seemed dark turned out to be brightly lit in his eyes, with all kinds of objects clearly visible.
Zhang Wenfeng was slightly surprised. His vision gradually returned to normal, but with a different clarity than usual. He glanced at the burned out incense in the small incense burner and the remaining mist around him. He put down his left foot thoughtfully and started walking. Futon stood up.
Subconsciously adjusting the wrinkled old Taoist robe at the hem, Zhang Wenfeng picked up his sword and hung it on his waist.
Under the subtle influence of his master, he has a calm temperament and works in an orderly manner, and his eyes cannot tolerate messy arrangements and improper clothing.
In this regard, he is somewhat similar to Zhang Kedao in his previous life, always paying attention to his image.
Silently feeling the breath of the Dantian in his lower abdomen, Zhang Wenfeng was stunned for a moment, and a look of uncontrollable joy appeared on his face.
For the first time since his rebirth, he practiced martial arts, and he actually mastered the art of inner vision, which even his master did not know. He "saw" a loose and fuzzy tree-like aura in his Dantian, emitting a faint light green light, and it was no longer the lumpy aura before. .
This is the "Yuan Qi" that Master has dreamed of and practiced diligently all his life, but has never achieved!
It is the fundamental energy of Taoist cultivation, immortality, and immortality!
(Qi Nianqi, Tongqi, is a kind of metaphysical mysterious energy, Yuan Qi is also called "Dao Qi")
He went up the mountain when he was twelve years old, and was taught the "Forgetting the Green Wood Returning Alchemy" by his master who tested it with magic tools. He practiced diligently for ten years, and the aura in his body became stronger day by day, but he could never turn it into Qi. He was stuck in a bottleneck and could not move forward. He could only be regarded as an internal The acquired stage of family merit.
According to Master's joke, he would be a top-notch player even if he were put into the arena.
But he was warned that running in the world is not only about comparing one's cultivation level with the inner family, but also about experience, adaptability and connections.
The rivers and lakes are strange, the winds are high and the waves are rough.
There are often cases where masters are tricked by inferior players using clever traps, hidden weapons, poisoning and other means. Don’t tell us too many stories about capsizing in the gutter.
For example, the old lame man who worked as a cook in a Taoist temple had been in the world for fifteen or sixteen years. His skills were high enough, he had enough experience, and his methods were ruthless. However, he fell into the trap of a weak woman and almost lost his life. He became lame in his left foot and lost his life. With my heart calm, I am lucky to be alive.
Zhang Wenfeng took three deep breaths and recited the Qingxin Jue silently again to calm down his ecstatic mood.
He carefully looked inside to see the slender, fuzzy and shimmering tree-like Yuan Qi in his Dantian. He was practicing the Mu Xing Kung Fu. The color was green and the shape was like a tree, which matched the records of the technique.
Currently entering "Yuan Qi" for the first time, the Qi in his body is very light and very thin, but it is completely different from the acquired state.
Many immortals can cultivate magical powers, which are far richer and more colorful than the Taoist techniques that can be used in the Houtian realm.
He also respectfully offered incense to the statues of the Sanqing Taoist Patriarch and the Taoist Master, cleaned the remaining candles in the three candlesticks that had been extinguished long ago, and relit them with three candles to make the main hall brighter.
With a smile on his face, Zhang Wenfeng stepped across the threshold and locked the main hall. He had something urgent to do and left for a while.
The sun sets over the western mountains and the sky is filled with colorful clouds.
The trees and houses on the top of the mountain are reflected in red, adding a bit of joy.
Rather than enjoying the sunset, Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly walked along the eaves corridor to the west side hall.
Take out the key and open the double wooden door, push the door open and go in. The side hall is decorated with desks, coffee tables, futons, chairs, ancient bookshelves, bookshelves, elegant toys, the four treasures of the study and other items.
There are also several pots of orchids and green plants in the corner, which are like green waterfalls. It is an elegant room used by the former temple owner to receive guests and discuss metaphysics.
The former master of the temple passed away two and a half years ago, and the room that was once full of guests has become deserted.
Apart from frequently wiping and cleaning, Zhang Wenfeng rarely touched the furnishings in the room and kept them as they were. He would only occasionally cook tea in the west hall in memory of his master. When the three-year period of mourning was over, he would officially move into the east hall of the Taoist temple to show his respect for his master. of respect.
Close the side hall door and lower the latch.
Zhang Wenfeng took out the bamboo stick from his sleeve pocket, unscrewed it, and blew out the half-length candle that lit the candlestick on the table.
He covered the fire folding bag, tightened it and put it into his sleeves, walked to the opposite side with the candlestick, and pushed open a black lacquered wooden door.
Inside is a simple quiet room measuring three feet square, with nothing else except two futons and three bronze animal heads that shine on the green brick wall opposite.
Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward, pressed his right palm to the bronze sheep's head on the right, and rotated it one inch to the left. When he felt a slight jam, he stopped. Then he pressed the bronze dog's head on the left and rotated two inches to the right. He stopped when he encountered two jams. , and finally press the cow head in the middle to rotate it one inch to the left.
Three steps away, the ground fell silently, revealing a six-foot-large dark hole.
This is a mechanism carefully set up by the first owner of Xianling Temple.
You must have at least acquired cultivation level to open the secret passage of the room. If you screw it in the wrong order and strength, it is said that the end will be very tragic. The first temple master was a cultivator with great supernatural powers.
Zhang Wenfeng held the candlestick for lighting, leaned over and supported the stone wall of the tunnel, and climbed down the steps.
Go to the end of the thirty-six stone steps, turn the bronze bull head on the wall half a turn, and the hole above slowly closes.
Pushing open the stone door engraved with complex runes five steps away, he walked into the dark secret room and lit two candles on both sides of the stone wall, filling the secret room with light.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the books and several magical instruments on the stone shelves on both sides of the secret room.
He didn't stop and walked straight to the oval bronze mirror on the opposite side, which was inlaid on the stone wall and was taller than a man.
The mirror clearly showed his figure in a half-worn Taoist robe, with starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, a slightly handsome face, and slightly thin lips. Zhang Wenfeng looked at himself, holding a candlestick in his left hand, raised his right hand and made a gesture of remembrance, and bowed slightly to the bronze mirror. Make a bow.
After standing up, stretch out your right palm and gently press it against the mirror surface, and perform the exercises calmly and silently.
The cold bronze mirror soon rippled like water ripples, and his right hand suddenly passed through the bronze mirror and landed in the air.
Zhang Wenfeng looked happy.
This magic portal has not been opened for many years, and his master has always felt it was a great regret.
As he stepped over the water-patterned bronze mirror and walked into the secret room, the three large jade fists embedded in the ceiling gradually glowed.
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