"…………"
Zhang Jingqing smiled and shook his head. He just said that his disciple could not change so easily, but he had made some progress compared to before.
"Eat whatever you want, we'll talk about it later after eating!"
"okay!"
Zhang Zhiwei went to get a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and when he was about to take off his chopsticks, he saw that there was no wine in Master's wine glass, so he wanted to fill it up, but Master held down his hand.
"No rush, let's eat the food first, it's not time to drink yet."
"Ah?" Zhang Zhiwei was stunned, "Do you have to divide your time when drinking?"
"Naturally," Zhang Jingqing said, "This is our Longhu Mountain medicinal wine. It is the most nourishing. You have to drink it according to the weather."
After hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei sat upright and listened attentively.
Zhang Jingqing continued: "Actually, not only this medicinal wine, but also ordinary wine, it is best to drink it according to the weather, so as to avoid harming the body."
As she spoke, Zhang Jingqing gathered energy in her hands, drew her fingertips, and wrote the word "medical" in the air.
"There is another way to write the word "medical" in traditional Chinese medicine, "Yi". The bottom part is half of wine, so this wine is also medicine. When taking medicine, you must comply with the weather. The best time to drink is Youshi!"
While talking, Zhang Jingqing glanced at the clock next to her. When she saw that the time was up, she motioned to Zhang Zhiwei to pour the wine.
Zhang Zhiwei picked up the wine flask, filled it for his master first, and then poured himself a glass.
Zhang Jingqing picked up the wine glass, twirled it between her two fingers, and said:
"Drinking alcohol during the You period is not only harmful to the body, but also nourishing. Wine can benefit others, but it can also harm others. Although your life cultivation level is high, drinking cattle is fine, but why do you do something that is beneficial to you to harm yourself? What about?"
"Master said yes, Zhiwei remembered it!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded.
"Take a sip of this medicinal wine and feel it!" Zhang Jingqing said.
Zhang Zhiwei picked up the wine glass and took a shallow sip. The rich aroma of the wine spread in his mouth and turned into a stream of pure Qi, which entered the body along a special Qi path.
In an instant, Zhang Zhiwei felt that his entire abdomen was warm, and he was a little surprised and said:
"Master, this medicinal wine is so effective. One sip will make you have to practice hard for half a day!"
Zhang Jingqing also took a sip of wine: "Wine is the essence of food. There is an old saying that wine can strengthen the courage. If you drink the wine, it will flow from the Gallbladder Meridian of Foot Shaoyang to the Lower Dantian. This is the route of the Yangming Meridian. That’s why you feel so effective.”
Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile: "Eating and drinking is also a way of spiritual practice!"
Inexplicably, Zhang Zhiwei remembered Ruan Feng, one of the thirty-six thieves who understood the Immortal Thief of Liuku. He was very good at this.
Zhang Jingqing nodded: "Of course it is, and it is also profound and profound. What you practice is the inner alchemy skill, and what you practice is the essence, energy, and spirit in the body. But don't forget the origin of my name, Longhu Mountain!"
Zhang Zhiwei said: "I know this. Our Longhu Mountain was originally called Yunjin Mountain. It was where the founder refined the elixir. When the elixir was completed, the light penetrated the rainbow and transformed into a dragon and a tiger. They entrenched themselves in the sky, covering a hundred miles in radius. It is clearly visible, so Yunjin Mountain was renamed Longhu Mountain!"
Zhang Jingqing nodded with satisfaction. Fortunately, the disciple had not forgotten the origin of his dojo. Otherwise, he would have lost his temper.
Zhang Jingqing continued: "This is the ultimate form of 'eating', the way of Waidan!"
Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while and said: "Master, it seems that our Tianshi Mansion does not teach any special method of external elixir!"
"Do you know why you don't teach it?" Zhang Jingqing asked.
Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while: "Are you worried that you will be too obsessed with this Tao and neglect your own practice?"
Zhang Jingqing nodded and said: "There are factors in this aspect, but more importantly, the Waidan method is to refine the vitality of the world and use it for one's own use. This is the way of the saint, also called the saint's thief, the thief who steals."
"It means that only saints have the ability to steal for their own use without being counterattacked. We are all ordinary people with insufficient skills. If we get too involved in this way, we will only harm ourselves!"
Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei thought thoughtfully. The Saint Thief is a very familiar name. The Liuku Immortal Thief in the Eight Wonders is the Saint Thief. It is said to capture the essence of the world and replenish one's own innate energy, which is a technique of immortality and immortality.
It sounds very beautiful, but people who practice it obviously don't live many years, or even live longer than some mortals, but they become some people who are neither human nor ghosts. They are not saints, but they have become involved in the methods of saints, which is virtue. Doesn't it fit?
Zhang Jingqing continued: "The way of Waidan is a kind of saint theft. Generally speaking, the method of stealing the vitality of the world and using it to supplement one's own is called saint theft."
"Among the series of saint-stealing methods, Incense Shinto is one of the top methods."
"People come from heaven and earth, and they will return to heaven and earth. People consume themselves every moment, but incense and fire Shinto can use the power of faith to collect the power that spills into heaven and earth for their own use."
"This method is very clever, but if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. If you are not strong, you cannot resist it. As the saying goes, if a saint does not die, thieves will not stop. Zhiwei, you must act according to your ability. Although the power of faith is good, But don’t indulge!”
Zhang Jingqing said earnestly, he could already see the power of faith surrounding Zhang Zhiwei.
Thinking back to Zhang Zhiwei's wild remarks during the last visit to the Lu family compound, I still don't know what happened.
"Master, I know very well that at all times, life cultivation comes first. Over the years, I have not slacked off even a day!"
Zhang Zhiwei said solemnly.
"On this point, I can rest assured as a teacher!"
Zhang Jingqing nodded. Even though his apprentice likes to use any means, his pursuit of life remains the same.
The random flowers are becoming more and more charming, and he is not affected by those powerful side arts and delays his own path. This is rare, and it is also what he is most satisfied with Zhang Zhiwei.
"Since you know what's going on, you can rest assured, master. Just go down!"
Zhang Jingqing waved her hand and said.
Zhang Zhiwei's strength is improving, and Zhang Jingqing is slowly letting go. He now gives more guidance instead of interfering like before.
Zhang Zhiwei quickly took a few mouthfuls of vegetables and said in a long voice while eating:
"Well...that master, Dharma Ribbon, Dharma Ribbon, Master Uncle said that I would come to you after condensing the Dharma Ribbon. Don't you want to say something?"
Zhang Jingqing said: "Master already knows about the Dharma Ribbon. Tomorrow morning, Master will ask your uncle Zhang Yi to stand up on the altar to practice Dharma and report it to the gods in the Dharma lineage!"
Zhang Jingqing was not surprised that Zhang Zhiwei had condensed the Dharma Ribbon so quickly. He was a Saint and an Outer King in the Life Cultivation City, and it was not easy to condense a small fifth-grade Dharma Ribbon at his fingertips.
As for why Zhang Yi had to organize it, it was because the conferment conference was usually hosted by three masters.
These three masters are the transmitter, the supervisor, and the recommender respectively.
As a heavenly master, Zhang Jingqing is one of the supervisors, responsible for supervising the progress of the entire Dharma assembly.
Zhang Yi, on the other hand, is the preacher, responsible for setting up the altar to practice the Dharma and appeal to the gods in the Dharma lineage.
"Master, can't this wait until the Yuanjie Ceremony Ceremony?" Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised that the master would open a small stove for him.
Zhang Jingqing lowered her head to eat the food: "Zhiwei, don't you remember? My teacher once taught you to be flexible and never be rigid. When the time comes for the Ceremony Ceremony of Xiayuan Festival, you will have to attend the ceremony. "
"Master, I understand, get on the bus first, then pay for the ticket."
"No, you don't understand. Being a teacher means that during the Xiayuan Festival Urn Ceremony Ceremony, you have to participate in the awarding ceremony of the third-grade urn!" Zhang Jingqing said solemnly.
Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"
"There isn't much time left in the Xiayuan Festival. Could it be... a bit... too hasty?" Zhang Zhiwei asked tentatively.
Zhang Jingqing's eyes widened: "If you can't do it, I will tie you to your Dongfeng sword and sacrifice you with a flying sword from Tianmen Mountain!"
Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"
He could finally see that the master was still angry about the last time he struck him with a flying sword.
It’s not a good place to stay for a long time!
"I know, I know, Master, I'm full, I'm going back to practice first!"
Zhang Zhiwei stood up, filled Zhang Jingqing's glass of wine, and quickly left.
If you continue to stay, I'm afraid you'll be beaten for holding chopsticks in your right hand.
"This kid..."
Zhang Jingqing picked up the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and immediately smiled, thinking that if you kid can do it, use the flying sword to draw thunder and strike as a teacher, forget it, if you can't do it, then you will suffer the same crime. .
Zhang Zhiwei returned to his room and began to practice meditation.
In the past, when he practiced, he would first examine himself three times and check for any leaks and make up for them. But now he has an additional step, which is to draw out the true fire of samadhi and refine the power of faith in his body.
After the refining was completed, he felt much more relaxed. Zhang Zhiwei gathered the pure power of faith into his Dantian.
Then, using his own observation method and combining it with Xin Yuan's observation method, he began to examine himself inch by inch.
After making an overall adjustment to put himself in the best condition, Zhang Zhiwei began to temper his life.
Early the next morning.
A pinprick-like pain traveled from Zhang Zhiwei's wrist to his brain. Before he could react, a cold feeling that penetrated his heart and spleen returned to his wrist.
Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes and looked at his wrist.
The Dharma scroll on his wrist was flashing, and the seal characters on it were being rearranged.
Soon, a Dharma urn that was different from the "Tai Shang San Wu Du Gong Sutra Rui" appeared. It was the "Tai Shang Zheng Yi Alliance Mighty Sutra Rui".
"Master and uncle are really efficient in their work. The next level of Dharma urn is the "Three Purities and Five Thunder Sutras". If you want to successfully condense it, you need to be familiar with the "Three Purities Sutra" and engrave it on the Dharma. On the urn!"
Zhang Zhiwei murmured to himself, "Three Purities Sutra", also known as "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing", "Thirty-nine Chapter Sutra", as the name suggests, this sutra has thirty-nine chapters, the content is extensive and profound, obscure and difficult to understand. It is no easy task to engrave all of it into the Dharma urn.
"In the Taoist sect, none of the high skills take ten or eight years to complete. It's only a few months away from the Xiayuan Festival. Master made this request because he clearly wants to avenge his sword!"
"Come on, don't worry about it now. Master can't really put me on a flying sword and fly out. I'll first find some ability to adapt to the 'Tai Shang Zheng Yi Alliance's Mighty Sutra'!"
Zhang Zhiwei got up and went out, heading straight to Daozang Hall.
at the same time.
On the stone steps of Longhu Mountain, a white-haired man wearing smart clothes and a fat man wearing a red mantle and a middle-parted hair were climbing the mountain.
"Lu Ci, do you really want to go to Senior Brother Zhang for advice again?"
Wang Ai looked at Lu Ci, who was full of fighting spirit, and was puzzled. Why did he rush to seek abuse?
The last time I was carried around and beaten like a little chicken, wasn’t it satisfying?
Lu Ci turned to look at Wang Ai and said, "I have made great progress recently!"
Wang Ai muttered in a low voice: "No matter how much progress you make, are you still looking for abuse?"
With her sharp ears, Lu Ci heard Wang Ai talking to himself and glared at him fiercely:
"Fat man, the important thing is not to seek abuse, the important thing is to gain. Uncle Wang told me that you should also ask Senior Brother Zhang for advice."
I don't want to stick my face out and let someone slap me? Think I'm a fool...
Wang Ai complained in his heart, glanced at the long stairs, and said:
"By the way, Lu Ci, why don't we take a rest at the foot of the mountain, eat something delicious, and wait for Lu Jin by the way."
"Wait for him!"
Lu Ci refused without thinking, but in her heart she was thinking, wait for him, think I'm stupid!
I went up the mountain before him to spar with Senior Brother Zhang, so he wouldn't be able to see the scene of him being tortured.
When he goes up the mountain to discuss with Senior Brother Zhang, he will be able to watch the show.
(End of chapter)
