Zhang Wenfeng raised his head and glanced a few times. For a moment, the room was as bright as day, and even his figure was dimly illuminated.
He blew out the candle in his hand, placed the candlestick by the wall, and curiously looked at this stone room that could only be opened with "Yuan Qi" cultivation.
The stone chamber is about five feet square, and there are more than ten items placed on the circular stone platform in the middle.
There are Dharma plates, Dharma bells, Dharma ropes, gourds, black bottles, copper toads, jade ruyi, flags, etc., all scattered in an orderly manner. There are also seven or eight swords of different lengths placed aside.
Zhang Wenfeng did not rush to check out the treasures left by his master. He followed the instructions passed down from generation to generation and walked to the stone shelf on the left marked with the word "Yi". He opened a stack of items wrapped in oil paper on the shelf.
No one had taken care of it for hundreds of years, and the dark yellow and brittle oil paper and stone shelves had accumulated a thin layer of dust.
There are three thin booklets in the oil paper bag.
The first blue cover has the words "Volume 1 of Anecdotes about the Inheritance of Xianlingguan" vertically written on it, and the signature is "Xuanmu".
Zhang Wenfeng used his sleeves to clean the dust on his fingers, picked up the first booklet, opened the cover, and then turned over the blank title page. On the first page of the text, it read:
"I am Xuanmu, the first person of the Xianling Guan sect. After I left, the spiritual energy in Qingming world will be extremely low, which is called the era of 'end of Dharma'. I have no choice but to use this method to inherit the Taoism. Keep my family’s legacy alive and well.”
It's strange that Master Xuanmu doesn't call himself "poor Taoist" or "old Taoist", but uses the word "old man".
Turn to the second page and continue watching.
"There is reincarnation in heaven and earth. The spiritual energy in the world rises every five hundred years. It lasts for about five hundred years and the spiritual energy ebbs again. Every time the spiritual energy rises, it is a wonderful opportunity for practitioners to get rid of their shackles and seek the road to immortality. Hopefully, Cherish it and treat it with caution..."
Zhang Wenfeng carefully read page by page. After about an hour, he finished the three thin volumes.
After thinking for a moment, he rewrapped and folded the booklet in the oil paper bag and put it back on the shelf.
According to the record left by Patriarch Xuanmu in his third book, Zhang Wenfeng walked to the shelf marked "Shu", opened the oil paper bag with "Wood Technique" written on it, took out the two booklets inside, put them in his arms, and left the shelf untouched for the time being. other things on.
Turning around and coming to the stone platform in the middle, Zhang Wenfeng scanned the treasures and looked around.
He did not find a pile of "spiritual energy stones" that Master Xuanmu had specifically left in the booklet, and there was no shadow of the "spiritual energy stones" that were "sparkling like gems" on the ground.
Not a single one was left, which made him slightly disappointed.
He guessed that someone behind had entered the stone room and took away the spiritual energy stone, which was of great use to the monks.
After calming down, I used my fingers to test the remaining treasures one by one.
Sure enough, his cultivation was low and he could not pick up items such as Dharma plates, Dharma bells, and Dharma ropes.
Using his luck, he managed to break through the invisible restraints of one of the swords nearby, and picked up a three-foot-long dark green scabbard from the table. On the slightly curved hilt, which was shaped like a bamboo root, there were five small characters written on it: Pure Green Bamboo Sword.
"Hey", he drew his sword out of its sheath. The blade was as cold as frost, reflecting the stone platform and his face with a dark light blue color.
Zhang Wenfeng shivered with excitement, goosebumps appeared on his skin, and a smile appeared on his face.
"The magical weapon of the Immortal family, a good sword!"
Holding a candlestick in one hand and holding the pure green bamboo sword in its sheath in the other, he walked out of the underground passage.
After restoring the mechanism, Zhang Wenfeng's expression returned to calm. He walked out of the quiet room, lit the clear oil wall lamp in the west hall, and blew out the remaining half of the candle.
Even though he got the treasure, he still had to live frugally and diligently.
There is not much income in the temple, and the expenses such as candles, incense sticks, and clear oil for worship in the hall every day cannot be saved.
Taking off the ordinary sword from his waist, Zhang Wenfeng carefully tied up the newly acquired pure green bamboo sword. He held the dark green jade-like knotted sword hilt with warmth in his left hand, and slowly warmed it with Yuan Qi.
His current cultivation level is not enough, so he has to spend several days slowly warming up to complete the ritual.
He took out two secret books from his arms. One had "The Art of Returning Alchemy by Sitting and Forgetting Green Wood" written on the cover, and the other one said "A Brief Analysis of Yuan Qi's Wood-turning Talisman" on the cover.
Sit on the chair, put the book on the Eight Immortals table, and read through it under the flickering oil lamp.
He first looked at this book, which was nearly half thicker than the "Forgetting Green Wood Returning Alchemy Technique" taught to him by his master. All the secret exercises in the Taoist temple, as well as the rarer magical instruments, were stored in the first secret room underground. To avoid being stolen and lost by thieves.
After watching this for nearly half an hour, Zhang Wenfeng's eyes showed expressions of excitement, joy, and surprise from time to time.
The techniques left behind by Patriarch Xuanmu are more detailed, including many Mu Xing spells and guidance on breaking through realms.
After he finally knew about the acquired realm, it was not only the innate realm that was spread in the world, but also the six realms of cultivating immortals: the realm of Qi, the realm of gradual decline, the realm of freedom, the realm of golden elixir, the realm of returning to oneness, and the realm of transcendence.
Once you reach the realm of transcendence through cultivation, you will gain great freedom and ascend to immortality, becoming a true immortal figure.
Live long and see, be free and attain the Tao.
The booklet also mentioned that in the ancient times, the cultivation system was very different from that of more than five hundred years ago. The ancient cultivation methods were rough and simple, and the realms were divided into only four levels of "Huangxuan Earth and Heaven". The realms of different schools differed greatly in strength. .
In every reincarnation of spiritual energy in later generations, there are talented people who improve their skills and adapt to the changes in spiritual energy.
In order to cultivate to the realm of transcendence as quickly as possible during the five hundred years of rising spiritual energy, leave the Qingming world and go to a higher level of the upper world.
Zhang Wenfeng was secretly glad that he should be the forerunner of this spiritual energy surge, and his chances were greater than those who came after him.
Just when I was watching it with great interest, through the window lattice came the heart-rending braying of a donkey from the livestock shed in the backyard, "Ah uh... ah... uh..." one after another, making it particularly noisy and disturbing in the silent night.
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and glanced at the copper kettle hourglass in the corner.
Only then did I realize that it was almost a quarter to one hour, and time flew by so fast.
He stood up, put the book in his arms, and hid it close to his body. He had to spend a lot of time to copy the two books. Originally, they were kept safely in the underground secret room.
Zhang Wenfeng also felt hungry and hungry. He took the replaced Qingfeng sword in his hand, blew out the oil lamp, opened the door of the west hall and walked out. He locked the west hall, walked to the backyard in the dark, and put the ordinary sword back first. The hut where I live is hung diagonally on a pillar.
"You're a foodie. All you do is bark all day long. Are you itchy because you have no work to do?"
Zhang Wenfeng scolded the black donkey for a few words, but the donkey bowed his head and shut up.
Holding the yellow wind lantern taken out from the hut, I worked for a while, cleaning the troughs and water troughs, and filling the black donkeys with fodder and water. There was no time to clean the donkey stable today, so let’s let it be dirty for the day.
Then I went to the kitchen and made myself a big bowl of oil-soaked mixed vegetables, meat and sauteed noodles to eat.
The oil he used in these two meals was enough for the old cripple to save for six or seven days.
I was really hungry, there was a serious lack of oil and water in my belly, or I might have consumed too much, so I could only fill my belly in one extravagant time.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the hut in the backyard and was about to take away the pile of clothes when he glanced at the bed.
After a moment's hesitation, he uncovered the green cloth quilt and rolled it into a ball. Forget it, burn the thin cloth quilt, the wheat leather pillow and the straw on the bed to the dead souls. There is also a set of clean thick cloth quilts that have been dried in the sun, and ashes in the cabinet. Cloth mats and other items.
Wrap clothes, green cloth mats, thin cloth quilts, etc. into a ball and carry them to the open space in the northwest corner of the courtyard wall.
Returning to the flat straw, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly stopped and picked out a yellow paper figure four fingers wide and about a foot long from the bed board under the straw.
Turning over to look at the yellow talisman drawn with cinnabar ink, his face became extremely ugly.
"The 'Blood Evil Ghost Soul Retracting Curse' is really vicious!"
Zhang Wenfeng gritted his teeth and burst out a sentence.
