The innate qi transforms into the two poles of yin and yang, and then generates the qi of the five aggregates.
Use Qi to circulate the meridians, understand the three mouths of the Dantian, and use the five internal organs to cultivate the yin.
The mortal body can be broken and enter the state of "Qi Xing".
Let’s look at the ancestral land of Bai Du Xiezhou’s “Dazang”. There is a young man who has enlightened himself and controlled the yang and moisture to generate water accumulation. At the moment of entering, the nine lotus lanterns beside him turned sideways and collapsed like a waterfall. lake.
There was a loud "boom", and the previously clear sky suddenly took on the momentum of a cloud swallowing the sky. A lightning disaster was ready to strike, and it struck the top of the child's head like a white horse passing through the gap.
The thousand-year-old man made a circle with his feet unhurriedly, and the water in his organs was churning and gathering around his body to collide with the thunder calamity. There was no intention of resisting, and the two zombies behind him appeared to help him compete with the thunder calamity.
After a moment of confrontation, the thunder tribulation dissipated. Not only did Qian Qian remain unscathed, but he had a look of disdain. He looked up at the dissipated thunder tribulation and said, "Master, is this the only level of thunder tribulation?" He hung his head in disappointment.
"Wen Mao, you're still young. And you've just entered the unification of monks. You still have a long way to go. Don't always be so unmotivated."
After he finished speaking, a handsome man came over and rubbed Wen Mao's head, then took his hand and returned to a pavilion.
The scenery along the way has not been seen for a hundred years since the retreat in Wenmao. It is familiar yet strange. Listening to the chirping of cicadas, the movement of the wind and the falling leaves is so refreshing.
When the master and apprentice walked to the door of the pavilion, they saw the word "Zhangge" engraved on the lintel. The master pushed open the door forcefully and walked into the hall with Wen Mao. There were more than ten people sitting cross-legged on the ground looking at the master and apprentice. The person in charge immediately greeted him with a smile, "Mo Qing, is this kid really successful?"
"Of course. Don't you know whose apprentice or son it is?" Mo Qing boasted, taking advantage of the situation to get a cushion for Wen Mao from the side. Wen Mao took the opportunity to sit down and looked at the design of the pavilion with interest. There are twelve pillars on the top beam of the wooden dragon, and the five-clawed golden dragon is carved as lifelike as if it is taking off. Various writings are also written on the three jade walls, which are beautiful without losing their splendor. "Chief, how is the progress of the other lineage?" "Wen Mao asked the person in charge.
The clan leader was stunned for a moment before reacting, "Wen Mao, are you talking about the lineage of chasing corpses?" Seeing him nodding, he said, "It is said that none of your generation has become successful, but many have died. …”
"It doesn't matter, it's the same for me." Wen Mao's attitude was really appreciated by the elders in the pavilion. One of them joked, "Mo Qing, your apprentice is exactly the same as you?!" The words made everyone burst into laughter, and Mo Qing was no exception.
Wen Mao looked around uninterested, then looked at the clan leader, bowed his hands and said, "Clan Leader, I want to go to the ancestral temple early tomorrow morning to take a look."
"You can go if you want, you don't need to tell me." The patriarch threw a token to Wen Mao. The token was particularly exquisitely made, with grooves made in an extremely simple way. Wen Mao put the token into his arms. Keep it well.
No longer caring about the people chatting happily in the pavilion, he walked out alone. He raised his head and looked at the golden crow. It was dazzling but gentle, just like his master. I heard that when he was high-spirited, he was also a powerful generation. It's a pity that Tianjiao has a limited time when he is young, and it is difficult to show his youth.
If he hadn't promised to support her, maybe he could still look like a teenager again, right? But it doesn’t matter, I will go on for him...
Wen Mao walked in the wind and let it caress his cheek. Time has passed. Even though it is only a hundred years, it has already changed. The thatched hut where he lived in the first place no longer exists, but a lot of red hair has grown. Flowers and green grass.
The clear stream became more and more turbid, and the stiffness was very thick. Wen Mao sat beside it and meditated, gradually accumulating the stiffness into his body and restoring the clarity of the stream in the past...
"Controlling the yang-humid atmosphere to turn water into water, let alone Xiezhou, not many people in the whole world can do it. Breaking through the realm is even close to the fourth realm of Qi Xing. How many people can such talent be able to block? Are you talking?" Mo Qing's smile disappeared, and his eyes were full of coldness.
The atmosphere turned to ice in an instant, and the weird atmosphere was almost suffocating. The clan leader changed the subject and said, "Okay! It's a good thing that our great clan has such a genius, don't worry about it."
Hearing this, Mo Qing threw the cushion out and angrily dusted off the dust on his clothes, "It's not the Dazhang lineage, it's his Wen Gu family who has such a genius, do you understand?"
"Mo Qing! You seem to have gone too far?!" Another elder stood up and looked at him. For a moment, the arrogance was instantly extinguished, "If I hadn't come back then, Wen Mao would still be in that dog hole now. Are you living there? You are used to being superior in the clan, and you don’t even look down on your own family members. What’s even more ridiculous is that it’s just because his parents died. When I found Wenmao, the child had a half-cooked piece of meat in his mouth. The snake drank the muddy water from the river..."
At this point, Mo Qing choked up and his eyes turned red, "Mo Yuan, I respect you as my elder brother and that's why I haven't looked for you. Don't forget that Wen Guhua gave up your position as the leader of the clan!" A raging force of stiffness spurted out, and the elder who had stood up earlier was directly pushed against the wall.
Mo Yuan knew that he was in the wrong, but without a word of rebuttal, the discordant meeting fell apart. The moment Mo Qing stepped out, he caught a glimpse of the word "Zhangge" and smashed the lintel to pieces with one palm, " I will try my best to prevent Wen Mao from hating the people in the clan, but it is only as much as possible, and I can’t guarantee anything. As for those people with evil intentions...it’s better to leave the Dazhang lineage as soon as possible and become ordinary people. "After saying this, he left without looking back. Looking at the people in the pavilion after hearing this, only a few people except Mo Yuan showed no panic.
"Clan leader! We didn't mean to isolate Wen Mao! That child is too evil..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Yuan waved his hand, "Forget it..." He sighed, "It's because I, the clan leader, am incompetent... If Hua Zai... maybe there wouldn't be so many things..." From the corners of his eyes, there were With bitter tears falling from his eyes, he raised his head and exhaled the depressed breath in his chest, "If it was me who died back then, not Hua, then that would be fine... let's break up." Mo Yuan ordered everyone to leave, and he Leave through the back door...
When Mo Qing found Wen Mao, the stream had returned to its original state. Wen Mao sat on the edge and looked at the reflection in the water, lost in thought. Only when he saw Mo Qing's reflection appeared did he realize, "Master. How did you know I'm here?" "
There were no words. After all, he had nowhere else to go except this place... Mo Qing pursed his lips and said, "Let's go home. I don't know what good things your wife has made for us."
"Um."
As the master and apprentice walked back, many clan members were greeting Mo Qing, but no one recognized Wen Mao. Mo Qing saw what he was thinking and took him back to the mansion.
The blue sky and the spring sun push the clouds far away, and the glazed tiles are covered with golden light. The word "mansion" is not an exaggeration to fit here. Compared with the prosperity of Zhange Pavilion, it is even more prosperous. "Xiao Yu, we are back!"
A woman in the backyard hurriedly wiped her hands on her clothes and came out. She pinched Mo Qing's face angrily, "You bastard, you still know how to come back?!" She looked at Wen Mao again and pinched him in the same way. His face said, "My little bump is so big!"
"Um."
"Why are you still acting like a fussy person! Didn't I tell you to talk to Xiaomao more?! You turned a deaf ear to my words again, right?!" She pinched Mo Qing's ears hard, "Hey eh Hey! Cui Yu! Let go!"
"It's against you, right?!"
Wen Mao laughed unconsciously and said, "Master's wife, Master has talked to me a lot, always telling me how you met."
"That's more like it!" Cui Yu slapped him again and continued to go back to the backyard to cook. Maybe it was because it had been in the dark for a long time and the smoke from the fireworks was very comfortable. Mo Qing pushed Wen Mao into the house and followed suit. , a rare gathering together.
The furnishings in the room have almost not changed. They are still the same as before. The Gu insects that I have been tossing are also placed in jars for survival.
He took out the jar of nine-headed worms and poured it into his mouth. The yin and irritability was strong, which perfectly combined with the yang and moisture in his body. He sat cross-legged on the ground, and the balanced yin and yang qi gathered from the fingertips of his left and right fingers toward his Dantian.
The two qi are mixed with each other, each attached to the surface of the internal organs, and used to protect the body with the inner qi, which is no less than the technique of Vajra Horizontal Training. A burning sensation also followed, but thanks to the inner energy body protection and water accumulation, the burning sensation was calmed down.
There was another loud bang, and the plate in Mo Qing's hand was so frightened that it fell off and shattered on the ground. When he ran out of the backyard, Wen Mao had also stopped in the courtyard, "stooping, squatting, squatting, the three corpses turned into zombies. , help me.”
The three corpses in Wen Mao's body turned into a zombie and came out of the body to stand behind them. After blocking three attacks, the three corpses entered Wen Mao's body and transformed into zombies. They saw him flying into the air with a kick of his feet. Being baptized by such thunder was like taking a bath. spring breeze.
Break the fifth realm of "Qi Xing"!
Wen Mao landed firmly and asked as if nothing had happened, "Master, is the food ready?"
"That's almost it. Wash your hands."
After Wen Mao washed his hands, Cui Yu had already prepared the dishes and brought them over. While Wen Mao was eating, Cui Yu kept picking up dishes for him, "Eat more! You've lost weight!"
Wen Mao kept up his appetite and stuffed the bowl full of food into it, and wandered around the Dazhang area on the pretext of digestion. By coincidence, he saw tens of thousands of kendo monks making a unified gesture to support each other. With their scabbards and handles in one hand, they all looked at the zombies and zombies, and their level of vigilance was no less than that of the border monks.
"It should be that line of suppression..." Wen Mao muttered to himself, moving closer to the corpse-expelling lineage...
The situation of this lineage is even more desolate than that of the Dazheng lineage. Not to mention that there is no one standing guard in the ancestral land, even the common people living nearby are not as good as six points of the Dazhang lineage.
Since the so-called upright monks from famous families regarded the orthodox monks in Xiezhou as heretics, the fate of Xiezhou has become increasingly poor. Apart from offering sacrifices to ancient places, everything is a place with cold mountains and cold waters.
"Eternal reincarnation, yin and yang are in the sky. The world is in chaos, and my way reaches the top. It is really right... In such a stable year, it seems that there is no need for people from Xiezhou..."
In times of great chaos, they regard you as an angry-eyed Vajra, and the way you practice is to eliminate evil spirits. In your stable years, I will treat you as a human Shura, and the great path you cultivate is the art of cholera in the world.
People's hearts are really unpredictable.
What's the use of feeling sad about this current situation? But it's all unfounded... People who are powerful and uncontrollable deserve to be regarded as evil, right?
Wen Mao shook his head unwillingly and helplessly, and returned the same way. Probably because he changed the direction, the spring wind was actually a bit cold, making him feel uncomfortable.
"Youth, don't be poor because you have a poor heart!" An old blind man on crutches came behind Wen Mao at some point and said earnestly, "Do you know what Xie Mei is?"
The old blind man gave himself a feeling that he had seen through all living beings, and Wen Mao answered truthfully, "I don't know."
The old blind man used his crutches with both hands and hit the ground hard. The two of them were brought to a dark space. The old blind man's figure flashed past and turned into countless powders flying away. "Young man, you still don't know how good our monks are. Are you ready?"
Wen Mao didn't respond at all and said, "I don't even know why you came to me."
After a moment of silence, another voice came from the space, "Within a hundred thousand years, the border will be broken. Do you want to use this to achieve enlightenment and eliminate cholera in the world, or pacify the monster clan and restore stability to the world. I just hope you live a little better. Sorry, there are too many people in Xiezhou who have short ambitions."
"Are you also from the evil state? Then you don't hate the so-called decent sects who regard us as a domestic problem?" The veins on Wen Mao's cheekbones protruded, and his hatred was finally revealed.
I could only hear a long sigh echoing in this space, with helplessness, sadness, and regret all in it.
"Evil is nature, and charm is form. The term "evil" can be debated whether it is praise or criticism. The strong are called "evil" because they are too powerful, the evil are called "evil" because they are too vicious, and the ordinary are called "evil" It's because of evil intentions. Just know your own way, don't let others comment and go astray..."
This statement was sophistry, but not sophistry. Wen Mao felt that this person seemed to be deliberately guiding himself to whichever path... But there was no reason, just talent? Or do you have other plans? Nothing is known yet... "Old man, what does what you said have to do with me?"
"I'm afraid it may have something to do with you in the future!" This reply was answered directly without thinking about it for as long as before.
Wen Mao was speechless for a moment, and suddenly realized that he had indeed been shaken by his xinxing just now. After a long time, he asked, "Old man, what do you hope my future will be like?"
"I don't know either."
The dark space shattered, and the old blind man reappeared in front of Wen Gu Wenmao, "You have to walk your own way." He patted Wen Mao on the shoulder, "The thing you want to do is not done, the person you want to achieve is How ridiculous is it that it didn’t happen? I don’t want anyone to make this mistake again.”
Wen Mao thought about this sentence for a long time... "What you want to do has not been done, and what you want to achieve has not been achieved."
He stopped the old blind man who was about to leave, "Old man, you haven't told me how to divide the realm of monks."
