The old blind man turned back and smiled at Wen Mao, walked over with his crutch, pointed two fingers at Wen Mao's Yintang, and said, "Don't tell anyone that you have seen me. It's the same for everyone, and the same is true for your master..."
After giving instructions, the old blind man's figure disappeared again, and a bunch of complicated memories suddenly poured out of Wen Mao's mind...
"I have never cultivated virtue in my life, I only like glory and happiness. I have been unable to achieve my goal for thirty thousand years, and I have become a raccoon dog in enlightenment."
Monks all over the world use luck to cultivate Qi Yun and cross paths to break through the nine realms:
Qi Xing, Dong Guan, Tempering Body, and Divine Thought each control five realms, Lianli Branch, Tongqi Flower, and Rootless Tree each control seven realms, and Baisheng and Emperor each control nine realms.
From now on, nothing is known...
We must bear in mind that there are many kinds of things in the world, and naturally there are all kinds of methods. The Qi of the five aggregates is not the most important, and the great way is the most simple.
"I, a man from Xiezhou, have always had great ambitions. Now this ambition has become a rare treasure. It's a shame..."
Wen Mao felt uncomfortable being entrusted with an important task for no reason, as if he had a life on his back. He pinched his flesh, and the pain felt very real, not a dream.
After exhaling a breath of cold air, he realized that his clothes were soaked through. He returned to Dazhan without stopping any longer. But for some reason, many people were greeting him this time? People who looked down on me at all in the past are greeted with smiles...
People's hearts are unpredictable.
Before the Golden Crow had rested, he set foot on a dangerous mountain in the Dazheng ancestral land. The rocks were so bloated that the mountain road was no longer visible, and the rocks on the cliff were as dry as gravel. The wooden bridge between the two mountains was already dilapidated. There were only two chains hanging down a few boards.
The mountain is still in the shape of a dragon, the steeper it gets, the higher it gets. Next to where it sits, there are four single-pointed mountains guarding the road, which are no different from the forbidden areas. If you are not a practitioner, you may never see the top of the mountain in your life.
Wen Guwenmao stepped on the chain alone and walked leisurely towards the dangerous mountain. He looked down from time to time and could even see a few clear clouds dotting it.
Approaching the dangerous mountain, the chain shook a little more. Wen Mao knelt down and took a look and realized that the chain was rusted to death. He stepped back and stood in the air. Sure enough, the chain completely shattered as soon as he pulled it.
Thinking that this place had been forgotten for a long time, Wen Mao felt sad and walked up with his hands behind his back. On the top of the mountain were countless tombstones, all of which were tombs with monuments but no tombs.
The people buried here either died in a foreign land or died in battle... They were all heroes who sacrificed their lives, so they had to use the clothes they wore in their lives to establish a peace of mind, a clear conscience, and a separation between yin and yang.
Wen Mao bowed to these graves one by one and stopped in front of one - "Wen Guhua's Tomb"
Father and son were speechless when they met. Wen Mao carefully wiped the tombstone until there was no trace of dust. He leaned weakly on the tombstone and shed tears. His grief was silent and deafening. The tears in the corners of his eyes turned blood red, and he still couldn't help but cry. I couldn't make a sound...
"My master said that you are a hero... If it is true, but the hero ends up dead in the wild, his wife commits suicide in front of his son, and his son ends up with no clothes on his body and no food to eat, then it is not worth it. "Wen Mao's left hand scratched five blood marks on the ground, and the bright red blood soaked into the ground instantly. "I can feel that Master is guiding me to the right path, but I don't want to go yet, and out of nowhere, a blind man comes out and talks a lot of bullshit. , as if they are all against me...one day, I will destroy the Great Zang lineage, it will happen."
The stern face showed murderous intent at this moment, his eyes widened with anger, a few wrinkles were squeezed out on his forehead, and the bridge of his nose trembled with every exhale from his nostrils.
The words that had been suppressed in his heart for a hundred years were finally spoken out today. The depressed air in his chest was finally relieved, and he left this sad place.
The evil-looking expression once again turned into a cold face. When I came down the mountain from the back, I saw another large monument with inscriptions standing behind the mountain. It still had the same writings on it. The writing was quick and vigorous, but it was a pity that I couldn't understand it. What does it mean?
Wen Mao glanced at it casually and left. He counted on his fingers. It was the time when Bingyin Jiazi entered Ding Mao. The next big stalemate was about to take place, so he had to practice hard.
He casually strolled around the Houshan Earth Street. There were a few more vendors than before, but they were all selling their own gadgets, and the business was poor.
I accidentally caught a glimpse of a vendor selling some musical instruments. I guess he was not a local, and he probably came to do business with a pass order. This land is already impoverished, but they are still trying every possible way to make money from it.
There is no businessman but no treachery.
"How much does this cost?" Wen Mao pointed to a clear bamboo flute in the stall.
When the hawker saw the business coming, he immediately put on a smile, nodded and hunched over, thinking, "Brother, how many do you think is suitable?"
"It's best if I take it and go, what do you think?"
Seeing Wen Mao's bad temper, the vendor didn't follow in circles and said, "Twelve taels of silver."
"Or I can take it away, you choose one." Wen Mao deliberately took out the purse full of broken silver, took out five taels and placed it on the stall.
The hawker rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Hey, let's take five taels then!" He took the silver taels with both hands and put them into his arms. Wen Mao also took the bamboo flute and left.
As dusk approached, the lazy Sunlight yawned and could hardly keep his eyes open. Wen Mao whistled, and soon a crow came wading over mountains and rivers. It landed on Wen Mao's shoulder and pecked him with its beak. Wen Mao also stroked its wings a few times, tied a wad of paper to the crow's feet and let it fly...
The dark wings fluttered, blocking the incomplete sunlight, and the black feathers were also shining brightly. It once again traveled over mountains and rivers and flew towards Mo Qing's home.
Mo Qing was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea while enjoying the wind, when he suddenly noticed the crow, "Isn't this Wen Mao's letter crow?" Mo Qing raised his hand and waved it twice, and the crow also landed on his On his shoulder, he took off the wad of paper at the crow's feet - "Master, I won't go back. I will go to the ancestral temple tomorrow to have a look. I will leave the Dazhan lineage. I wish you well."
"This brat...he has to go out and explore sooner or later. He can't die trapped in Xiezhou..." He sighed softly and shouted, "Xiaoyu, there's no need to cook. Wenmao is out." Gone for experience."
After Wen Guwenmao visited the entire back mountain, he went to the Jiangyu area. There happened to be a few uninhabited houses here, just across the river from the ancestral temple.
He pushed open a cracked adobe house. The old dust from the past flew down from the lintel, making Wen Mao cough several times. The room was also full of dust and dust, and it had become a carpet, made of mahogany. The tables and chairs have also turned yellowish brown, and there are a few spider webs in the four corners of the room.
This feeling of dilapidation is always connected with the experience of a hundred years ago. For a moment, there was some panic, but it was gone. Wen Mao pulled out a handful of grass from outside the door, held it in his hand, and used it to clean the only The wooden bed remains.
In order to sleep more comfortably, Wen Mao went to the ground behind the house to pull out more grass and spread it on the bed. Although it was not as comfortable as a mattress, it was better than a cold wooden board.
Perhaps it was because I had been away for too long that I fell asleep quickly.
This sleep was not restful. Sometimes the night wind pushed the door open and made a creaking sound. Wen Mao got up before Mao hour. Thinking about it, it was a good thing. Since I planned to visit the ancestral temple, then Count on the morning and not the night.
At sunrise, the desolate land was a little brighter. Wen Mao stretched his waist under the light and went to the ancestral temple first.
Across the long river, the ancestral temple is under a green mountain, which is a hole in the sky. The grass outside the ancestral temple has been trimmed in detail, and the only two willow trees are also hanging their silk ribbons.
Wen Guwenmao placed the token on the door, and with a snap of his fingers, there was energy inside the door. The token was pushed out, and the door opened immediately.
A piece of yellow talisman and red candle come into view. The yellow talisman is not broken and the red candle is not extinguished. There are three short incense sticks standing in front of each tablet. After passing the memorial tablets in this hall, there are several shelves of exercise books, each book filled with strong energy.
Anyone who has broken through the Dazheng lineage will come here to learn one or two techniques that suit them. However, the techniques that have been learned will also disappear, but now there are so many techniques that still exist. It can be seen that The current situation of the Great Zhan lineage is so pitiful...
As soon as Wen Mao passed by the bookshelf, he felt that a book was unusually restless, almost causing the bookshelf to swing back and forth. He took the book off the bookshelf and took the three characters "Ghost-catching Hand" as his scripture:
Follow the qi of yin and yang and practice the methods of yin and yang, cultivate the yin and yang nature, quench the body with yang and dampness, and understand the merits of yin and yang.
The yang and damp atmosphere affects the body and skin, and the yin and irritated atmosphere refines the heart and tempers the nature. Therefore, the saint uses this method to win countless merits and virtues and replace the yin and yang realm of heaven.
The two qi of yang, dampness and yin are attached to the left and right wrists, and the qi circulates through the meridians, moving the fourteen major meridians, and the spiritual light circulates around the sky. Once you understand this method, you can capture ghosts, gather souls, transform zombies, and refine corpses.
After Wen Gu Wenmao read this method carefully, he put the book aside and sat cross-legged. The yang-humid atmosphere mobilized the yin and impatience of the nine-headed insect before, and flowed through the Shaoshang point, and stopped for a moment at the Taiyuan point. All access.
First, perform the yin and yang hands at Shaoshang, Yuji, Taiyuan, Jingqu, Lieque, Kongzui, Chize, Xiabai, Tianfu, and Yunmen, and then perform the method of absorbing ghosts by transforming the three burners into all channels.
"Huh..." Wen Mao exhaled a long breath. The alternating stinging and burning sensations on his hands disappeared like clouds of smoke, and the energy in his Dantian became stronger than before.
He stood up and tore the "Ghost Collecting Hand" into pieces, and then forced the three corpses out of the body again. He stretched out his hand to hold down Peng Di and black smoke rose. Although he could not speak, the ferocity on Peng Di's expression could still be seen.
In an instant, it turned into a mass of zombie souls. Seeing that he had achieved enlightenment, he stopped trying. He then transformed the three corpses into his body and continued to search for matching techniques.
With a "pop" sound, a book fell to the ground. Wen Mao picked it up and took a look. The name was very deceptive - "Celestial Man Cave View"
Looking through this book again, I can only find the eight-character essentials - "Close your eyes and concentrate, and you will see everything."
Although there are only eight words, the words are ancient and arrogant. I wanted to put the book back here, but for some reason, I suddenly recalled the old blind man's sentence "The great road leads to simplicity" in my mind, and it made me think. Somewhat interested.
Wen Gu Wenmao sat down and listened to the Tao. He wanted to calm down but couldn't. He had not been disturbed by the thought of revenge for decades, but at this moment his thoughts became chaotic...
"They abandoned me like a chicken, so let them die within their limited scope"... "I eat insects and drink snow, how can they live in peace and contentment"... "Shit, the Great Zombie lineage is no more than a dying clan." ..."What you want to do has not been done, and what you want to achieve has not been achieved"..."The road is simple"..."I'm afraid it will have anything to do with you in the future."
Thinking back to what the old blind man said again, it helped calm him down. He closed his eyes and concentrated, calmed his mind, and placed himself in this space of Dharma consciousness...
The surroundings are dark but there is light, there is no sun and moon but there is a warm breeze and the sun shines. It is only a few feet away but it feels like the world is at ease...
A man in white clothes suddenly appeared in front of Wen Mao. His appearance was middle-aged, but he had a strong sense of immortality. His eyes were particularly abrupt, as if he was completely dead, but also seemed to have gained intelligence.
"It's time to wait for the successor." The man glanced at Wen Mao and understood his thoughts, "Are you curious about who I am? I am the Hundred Saints of Dazhang's lineage - Chang Qingzi, hello, descendant."
"You..." Before Wen Mao could say his doubtful words, Chang Qingzi interrupted and asked himself, "Yes, I can indeed see through your thoughts. Didn't I say that? I can see everything."
Wen Mao calmed down his mind and tried not to have any distracting thoughts. He was about to ask... "You heard right, I am in the realm of the Hundred Saints."
Chang Qingzi lay in this space with his legs crossed and said happily, "It's a good idea, but it's useless."
"Then you should know what else I want to ask, right?"
Chang Qingzi nodded a few times indifferently and said, "After you have mastered my technique, go and see the glory of my great zombie and corpse-killing lineages." He suddenly hesitated for a while and added, "Maybe only Records of the Great Zhan lineage. Now, do as I say, you won’t regret it.”
Sit cross-legged, hold your breath in your Dantian, lower your eyes, gather your spiritual wisdom in the first palace of Fulu Tiande, listen to your breath and realize slowly, observe the surroundings, and integrate all the scenes in the world into your third eye.
Heaven and man have a cave view, and they have a cave view of the world. Everything you look at, the sounds you hear, the tastes you smell, and the thoughts you feel are all the power of insight.
Don't be rigid, be slow to understand, and have a thorough understanding of the world.
The luck is in accordance with the sky, Qi Yun moves his eyes, and looks up at all living beings.
Following his instructions, when Wen Mao raised his eyes, his eyes also changed. They were exactly the same as Chang Qingzi, either dead or alive.
Just when he was about to ask, he realized that he could actually see his entire appearance, and he was shocked, "This is..."
"This is the Cave of Heaven and Man! Haha!" Chang Qingzi patted his shoulders a few times and warned, "Before you act, think twice and don't do anything you regret. It's for your own good and the good of others. "
When the words fell, this space also shattered in an instant. The almost same scene and words were even a little too deliberate in their guidance.
Wen Mao tore the book into pieces and looked up, realizing that the catastrophe had arrived and it was time to break through.
And this lightning disaster suddenly seemed as slow as a worm in the eyes, and the chopping action was also clear at a glance. Wen Mao left from the main entrance, only to wait for the thunder disaster to hit, and it was still as slow as a worm after falling for a moment. Wen Mao just took a step back and dodged. .
Break through the realm of "cave viewing".
It's normal to think about it. How could Baisheng's method be just the power of insight?
He returned to the ancestral temple, and the method of storing the exercises was clear at a glance. There was indeed no one suitable for him. He found the historical materials recording the Great Zhan lineage and opened it...
