How can a mortal ascend to heaven...
But what if you are not a mortal?
Just as Zhao Xun was thinking hard.
Suddenly, the wind roared, the sky and the earth changed color, the universe was reversed, and countless rays of golden light radiated in all directions.
Zhao Xun felt as if the qi orifices all over his body were being penetrated, and his body expanded rapidly, like a sheepskin raft filled with qi.
After that, he actually jumped into the air.
Could it be that he really wants to ascend to heaven...
"do not stop!"
"do not stop..."
At this moment, Zhao Xun suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
Phew, it turned out to be really a dream.
But is it really just a dream?
If it was really just a dream, then why did Zhao Xun soberly know that he was in a dream?
It stands to reason that people who dream should not know that they are dreaming.
Furthermore, if it was really just a dream, why would everything in the dream be so real?
Zhao Xun could even clearly feel his Qi orifices being poured into by the vitality of heaven and earth. He can also truly feel the restrictive temperature of the academy.
Everything seemed too real.
Could it be that someone is entrusting me with a dream?
Use dreams to convey some information to me and help me understand some truths?
Zhao Xun couldn't help but start thinking wildly.
Whose is that majestic voice?
Is it the mountain chief?
Why did that man keep asking Zhao Xun to follow him, and why did he want him to ascend to heaven? Why did you tell him not to stop in the end?
The more Zhao Xun thought about it, the more headache he felt, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
Zhao Xun once heard his mentors Wu Quanyi and Jia Xingwen say that Confucian practice is different from other categories.
Confucian practice focuses on inner perception.
If you have strong inner perception, you will be able to advance to the next level very quickly.
But if the practitioner's ability to comprehend is too poor, no matter how many scriptures he reads or how powerful his master is, it will not help.
The so-called perception is probably the scene that can be seen in the sea of consciousness, right?
Some people can only see a small stream, some people can see a big river, and some people can see a vast ocean.
Some people can see a village, some people can see a city, and some people can see a country.
Zhao Xun has seen Haoran Academy twice, and the second time was more specific and in-depth than the first time. What does this mean?
Could it be that he really has some chance with Haoran Academy and the mountain chief?
Alas, let’s forget about this for now. Let’s adjust our breath first.
Previously, his mentor Wu Quanyi taught Zhao Xun Taoism the breath induction technique, which could neutralize and regulate the conflicts caused by his dual cultivation of literature and martial arts, but it must be practiced through meditation every day without interruption.
Otherwise, all previous efforts will be wasted and you will have to start all over again.
Even when the criminal investigation office is busiest, Zhao Xun will squeeze out some time every day to breathe.
Now that Xiu Mu is at home, she cannot interrupt.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to take deep breaths, silently reciting the determination of breath breathing.
What shocked him was that as soon as he closed his eyes, the academy appeared in front of him again. This time the academy was surrounded by a large swamp, which was covered with reeds.
The academy seems to be built on a small island, and it also seems to be suspended above the big swamp.
This time Zhao Xun was completely confused.
Every time he saw the academy, the location of the academy was different.
The first time was in the vast Gobi desert, the second time was deep in the mountains, and the third time was actually in a large swamp?
What does it mean?
Does it mean that the academy does not have a fixed position, or does it mean that the academy is in the hearts of scholars?
Zhao Xun could vaguely see a figure from behind. This figure was tall and straight, majestic and majestic, just like the one he saw in his dream.
Zhao Xun didn't dare to meditate randomly anymore and suddenly opened his eyes.
He must have gone crazy.
At this time, you cannot blindly breathe in or out, otherwise it will be very dangerous.
Zhao Xun decided to go to his mentor Wu Quanyi to ask what happened.
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The reason why Zhao Xun didn't go to Qintian Supervisor Yuan Tiangang was mainly because he didn't feel familiar with him.
Although Yuan Tiangang accepted Zhao Xun as his adopted son, the relationship needs to be dealt with.
If Zhao Xun made many weird requests to Yuan Tiangang as soon as he came up, Yuan Tiangang would definitely feel uncomfortable.
This is human nature, and Zhao Xun, who has lived in two generations, knows it best.
After leaving the Duke's Mansion, Zhao Xun headed all the way to Qinglian Temple where Wu Quanyi was.
Although Wu Quanyi is not a noble person, he is still a second-grade practitioner. There are many believers in Chang'an City, and the Qinglian Temple where he is located is naturally not too shabby.
It is said that only Wu Quanyi and a concierge live in a house with three entrances.
Zhao Xun felt luxurious just thinking about it.
But no matter what, this was all won by Wu Quanyi based on his strength, and Zhao Xun couldn't comment on it.
He was already familiar with the concierge of Qinglian Temple, and he was led into the Taoist temple after meeting each other.
The layout of Qinglian Temple is very clear. The first two entrances are Taoist temples, and the last one is Wu Quanyi's residence.
The concierge led Zhao Xun all the way through the courtyard to the room where Wu Quanyi was.
Zhao Xun nodded slightly and thanked him.
After the concierge turned around and left, Zhao Xun took a deep breath and entered the house.
There was incense burning in the house, and the smell was a bit pungent.
Zhao Xun frowned instinctively. Until now he hadn't really gotten used to the scent.
I forced myself to endure it and stepped forward. I turned around the screen and saw my mentor Wu Quanyi meditating on the bed.
Zhao Xun stepped forward and made a respectful cross-hand salute: "Disciple pays homage to master."
He was originally a Taoist disciple who had become a monk on the way. He did not have to abide by the complicated Taoist rules, he only had to ensure his sincerity.
Wu Quanyi said two words lightly: "Sit down."
"Thank you, mentor."
After Zhao Xun thanked him, he lifted up the hem of his robe and sat down on the round stool.
He knew that Wu Quanyi would not open his eyes until he finished reciting this set of resolutions.
After about a moment, Wu Quanyi exhaled a breath and then opened his eyes.
"You brat, why are you thinking of coming to see me today?"
Wu Quanyi joked half-jokingly.
He really knows his apprentice very well.
This is the master who never goes to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. If he comes here on his own initiative, something big must have happened.
"Teacher, I dreamed of the academy again."
Zhao Xun didn't hide it, and poured out beans in a bamboo tube, telling everything he saw in today's dream.
Silent, Wu Quanyi just remained silent after hearing this.
When he heard Zhao Xun talk about the scene of meditating and breathing, Wu Quanyi sighed and said: "Opportunity, maybe this is the opportunity between you and the mountain leader."
When Wu Quanyi said this, he was obviously jealous and sour, and his eyes looked a little resentful.
"Why do I have such good vision? I finally accepted a disciple. Not only does the junior uncle want to rob him, but even the mountain chief wants to rob him."
Zhao Xun was extremely horrified.
"Teacher, what you mean is that the mountain leader wants to accept me as his disciple?"
"I even trusted you in my dream. The mountain chief really thinks highly of you."
Wu Quanyi said helplessly.
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