"If the so-called opening of the spiritual sense refers to the opening of the eyebrow and soul aperture, then in fact, my aperture that communicates with heaven and earth has been allowed to come and go by the small bronze mirror much earlier!"
"Although it can't be said that the door is open, it is probably only a thin line away from breaking through the barrier, but it is far from as evil as what the other party said. As for the so-called disaster of the gods..."
Qi Jingzhi looked at Deng Fuqing with burning eyes. This old man spoke calmly from beginning to end. Although there was no trace of guilt on his face for almost killing him, his tone finally became looser and he revealed many secrets of cultivation intentionally or unintentionally.
He was about to shamelessly ask for advice again, but Jiao Yulang had already come over. Hearing this, he suddenly shouted: "It turned out to be the catastrophe of the gods after enlightenment! My elders mentioned this! It is said that the sages said that the five colors are blinding "The five tones are deafening, the five flavors are refreshing, the hunting is driving the heart crazy, and the rare goods are hindering the movement!"
The little kid looked at Qi Jingzhi with both worry and admiration in his eyes: "Brother has made such rapid progress in cultivation, he is truly a genius!"
Hearing Jiao Yulang's explanation, Deng Fuqing snorted with disdain: "You know nothing, little brat! Not to mention that this catastrophe is not just one, but this time alone, your brother is far away." Haven’t really gotten through it yet!”
The old wood carving squinted at the colorful vortex of spiritual energy above his head, and said in a loud voice: "It is not easy to control this thing. Don't look at him smiling happily just now. In fact, he is just holding on. At this time, he may not even move. It’s also very difficult.”
"Trying a piece of spiritual energy to make clothes can certainly block part of the spiritual pressure. However, the spiritual energy he has attracted is too much. It can only survive for a while. Once the strength is exhausted, the death will be extremely miserable!"
Hearing this, even though he knew that Deng Fuqing's realm was extremely advanced, Jiao Yulang still glared at him: "Why did you provoke my brother? It was obviously the two of you who were not shy and started fighting over a disagreement, which caused my brother to suffer a lot of disaster!"
Deng Fuqing didn't feel dissatisfied when he heard this. Instead, he laughed and pointed at the fish and shrimp floating corpses on the river: "Isn't this the way in this world? If you can survive, you are lucky. If you can't survive, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck! Can the ants' wails and curses damage half of my leaf?"
While he was talking, Zhu Yihou suddenly walked out of Jiangxin Pavilion again, holding the white jade jug and a wine glass containing the emperor's ointment wine in his hand.
He thrust these two things into Jiao Yulang's hands and then stood aside silently.
Deng Fuqing saw this and couldn't help but sneered. He looked at Qi Jingzhi and shook his head and said, "It's true that fools are lucky! If you can't bear it, you will not only be shattered into pieces, but also this extremely rare and precious ghost ship will be harmed." Boat. From now on, you must remember the Lord Cao Jiang’s unwilling life-saving grace!"
These words were quite harsh and explicit, but Zhu Yihou seemed not to have heard them.
Jiao Yulang immediately felt blessed. He poured a full glass of imperial anointing wine without hesitation, put it into Qi Jingzhi's mouth without any explanation, and drank it down with all his strength.
Then came the second cup, the third cup...
Qi Jingzhi did not refuse anyone who came. He drank half a bottle before shaking his head slightly. His face was already a bright red, and white steam was evaporating from his mouth and nose when he breathed.
He turned to look at Zhu Yihou with a very solemn expression: "Thank you, senior, for your help!"
Seeing Qi Jingzhi take a breath, Zhu Yihou nodded, still not saying a word.
Deng Fuqing saw this and laughed again: "Since the Lord of Cao Jiang has shown great kindness, if I don't help to make up for it, you may blame me for only saying sarcastic words!"
"The words of the sage that the little boy parroted just now actually only explain half of the truth. The so-called eyes that are fascinated by five colors are not wrong in this world. It's just that the monks have a weak heart! It is true that rare goods are a hindrance, but what if If a virtuous person lives there, it can be turned into material for advancement!"
Speaking of this, the expression on the face of the old wood carver was soaring, and he even showed a bit of madness: "The breeze on the river, and the bright moon in the mountains, the ears can hear the sound, the eyes can see the colors, and they can be taken without restraint. It is inexhaustible, it is the infinite treasure of the Creator, and I and my son are in harmony with it!”
As soon as these few words were heard, they were like a bell ringing in Qi Jingzhi's heart.
"You haven't practiced the method of eating Xia, so you can't choose your breath to eat. You can only temporarily close your eyebrows and mind, and isolate the inside and outside again. The vortex of spiritual energy will have no target, and it will naturally dissipate. There is naturally a way to close the orifice. I won’t say anything nice again, so just listen!”
"Return your heart to be righteous, aspire to maintain peace, forget to embrace purity, and gradually enter the immortal sect! Cut off the six roots and the six dusts, see but not see their objects, listen but not hear their sounds, be peaceful and tranquil, pure and subtle, empty and bright Hanyuan, the six transformations of innocence, is made by refining Qi from the Supreme God!"
Qi Jingzhi was shocked when he heard it, especially the sentences such as "choosing the energy to eat" and "refining the energy of the spirit" were the most shocking.
The angry white and red crane in his heart suddenly spread its wings, then its big throat fluttered, and its neck was trimmed to accommodate new things!
In the eyes of everyone, Qi Jingzhi suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth and took a deep breath!
The colorful aura clothes on his body immediately flew away from his body, and in the blink of an eye, he actually swallowed them!
At the same time, the vortex of spiritual energy hanging over the boat suddenly paused, and then suddenly turned into a colorful waterfall, crashing down towards the young man!
"Brother, be careful!" Jiao Yulang immediately exclaimed.
Deng Fuqing also suddenly changed her expression: "Are you looking for death?"
Zhu Yihou even waved his sleeves and kept sketching in his hands.
Qi Jingzhi had no time to pay attention to everyone's reaction. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of mixed colorful spiritual energy. At the same time, he suddenly pulled out the long knife from behind, sat down on his horse, exhaled loudly, and slashed hard towards the river in front of the boat. .
Following this slash of the sword, the colorful waterfall that was originally flowing down and violently turned around and roared away along the direction pointed by the long sword.
At this moment, another river appeared above Caojiang River.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, in this turbulent and colorful hanging river, a giant bird suddenly fluttered its wings, beat the water waves with great force, and immediately soared into the sky.
The spiritual energy of the Hanging River changed its course again, following the giant bird as it surged into the sky!
Several people on the painting boat could clearly see that the giant bird was white with red, had a long beak and a foot high, a large throat and a slim neck, and sparse flesh and abundant hair. Although the body shape was slightly blurry, they could clearly distinguish it as a crane.
The head of the Yu Clan and Qi Ji of the Immortal Clan!
This strange scene lasted for more than ten breaths. As the crane flew higher and higher, its figure became more and more blurred, and gradually disappeared without a trace.
The wild flow of spiritual energy that lost its guidance suddenly collapsed and turned into a five-color spiritual rain that fell all over the sky, reflecting the Cao River up and down like a dream.
Jiao Yulang was the first to look away, with a smile on his face. Seeing the Qi family brother's face and lips turn white, there was no blood at all. He hurriedly put the spout of the white jade wine bottle into his mouth, and drank it again without saying anything. A big mouthful.
Deng Fuqing was shocked and angry at first when the sudden change occurred, but soon turned to astonishment. At this time, there was more inexplicable meaning in Qi Jingzhi's eyes.
"Guys, please take your seats!"
Zhu Yihou spoke for the first time after the fight, and then walked towards the pavilion on his own.
Slowly exhaling a breath, Qi Jingzhi sheathed the sword, then reached out and patted Jiao Yulang on the shoulder.
Just as he was about to take a step to follow, he was suddenly lightly kicked in the calf by Deng Fuqing.
Qi Jingzhi lowered his head in surprise, and then heard the short, skinny old wood carving man ask in a low voice: "Who are you, the master of Xuandu Temple in Xianyu Mountain?"
Deng Fuqing asked this question quickly and urgently, with a hint of intimacy in his demeanor and tone.
Qi Jingzhi's heart was shocked, but his face remained calm, and he just answered truthfully: "Xuandu Temple on Xianyu Mountain? There is indeed a legend about the immortal named Feng on Xianyu Mountain in Daqi, but this Xuandu Temple is really unheard of."
There was a hint of dissatisfaction on Deng Fuqing's face. He raised his chin and pointed at the wooden sword hanging by his side, emphasizing every word: "The name of this flying sword is Bitao!"
After saying that, the old woodcarver stared at Qi Jingzhi closely, not missing the slightest change on his face.
"Bitao?"
Qi Jingzhi blinked in confusion, somewhat insincerely: "Sure enough, it's a good name!"
"Hmph! You are so cunning!"
The old man's face turned cold, and he stopped talking to the young man and strode towards Jiangxin Pavilion.
Jiao Yulang listened clearly on the sidelines. When Deng Fuqing was far away, he couldn't help but whispered: "Is it possible that brother's incomplete scripture is actually true? This senior seems to have an old relationship with Xianyu Mountain. If he wants to complete the scripture Wen even joined the sect, and now seems to be an opportunity!"
"Let's take a look first and then talk about it. If it's not old friendship but hatred, then we have no place to cry!"
Qi Jingzhi responded in a low voice, and then quickly followed with Jiao Yulang.
The two walked into the pavilion and saw that seats had been added to the table, and the food and wine on the table had also been replaced with new ones. Only the mountain dragon on the wooden plate was still there.
Deng Fuqing sat in the seat of host and guest. He opened his mouth and took a sip as if no one else was watching. The wine glass in front of him flew to his lips. Then he tilted his neck and swallowed the pale golden wine in the glass.
Zhu Yihou drank with him, his manners and etiquette were spotless and impeccable.
He put down his wine glass, nodded to Qi Jingzhi, and then asked Deng Fuqing: "Brother Deng just taught Qi Xiaoyou the secret technique of closing the body. It has an air of elegance and transcendence. I think it must be from the Taoist lineage?"
The old woodcarving man nodded lightly, glanced sideways at Qi Jing, and snorted lightly: "This is the immortal sect's righteous method that can't be exchanged for ten thousand pieces of money. It's a pity that some people just end up with elm heads. What I taught is obviously closed. Qiao, it was clearly about choosing the energy to eat, but he could only hear the word "eat" in his ears! "
"Unexpectedly, this level of Xixia focuses on Qi selection. What a good thing it is now. This kid swallowed up a lot of miscellaneous spiritual energy without making any choices. It became entangled in his organs and added many obstacles to his cultivation. I'm afraid it will be difficult every day in the future. Curse me, blame me for teaching him bad things!"
Zhu Yihou's face twitched visibly, and he remained silent for a while before speaking: "Buddhism and Taoism are not the mainstream in Daqi. Most of the famous sects inherit the orthodoxy of the Holy King. In the realm of Dinxia, the most important thing is to never tire of food." , I am not tired of details, but it coincides with what Brother Deng said."
He turned to look at Qi Jingzhi, who was sitting silently and listening quietly, and said with a gentle smile: "Little friends, there is no need to worry too much. Although there are many taboos about eating Xia Shiqi, it is just a way of self-cultivation. In the final analysis, it still needs to be done. On the word "heart". "
""The Great Learning" says, the so-called self-cultivation is to rectify one's mind. If there is anger in the heart, it will not be rectified; if there is fear, it will not be rectified; if there is joy and happiness, it will not be rectified; if there is worry, it will not be rectified. It cannot be corrected. The mind is absent-minded, and one cannot see, hear but not hear, and eat without knowing its taste. This is called cultivating one’s mind by correcting one’s mind!”
At this point, Zhu Yihou suddenly paused and thought carefully for a moment before bursting into laughter: "I had only read the words "absent-minded" and other sentences in general before, and only regarded them as the consequences of not being sincere. I don't want to say that today Looking again, it turns out to be similar to Brother Deng’s method of closing the orifice. "
"Absent-minded... absent-minded! It turns out that there is such a deep meaning in the teachings of the sages!"
Deng Fuqing, however, didn't care at all: "A monk can only see the avenue of heaven and earth if he has a relationship with heaven and man. Who would seal off his spiritual aperture after being full? I didn't expect that such a rare method would be useful." "
Silently listening to the discussion between the two third-level Dacheng monks, Qi Jingzhi's eyes sparkled, and he firmly remembered the principles of practice mentioned by the two, secretly saying that this trip was worthwhile.
Although he attached great importance to Deng Fuqing's half-ridiculed and half-reminded reminder of the ban on dining, he was not as worried as Zhu Yihou thought.
Although "The Secret Technique of Qiu Zhi Cheng Yun" is not a method of eating Xia Shiqi, it has a miraculous effect on dealing with mixed spiritual energy. It is far from as simple as pulling a cloth to wrap the body. Its fundamental purpose is to use spiritual energy as a basis to sense what one feels. The five colors, five tones and five flavors are integrated into it, thus producing various magical effects.
Qi Jingzhi was extremely confident that as long as he gave himself some time, he could refine all the colorful spiritual energy accumulated in his body without leaving any long-term hidden dangers. However, this was not enough for outsiders to understand.
He stood up and saluted Zhu Yihou and Deng Fuqing solemnly: "Qi Jingzhi, thank you two seniors for their advice!"
He paused and then asked tentatively: "If the two seniors have something important to discuss, we two brothers have to go on their way, so I'll take my leave now."
Zhu Yihou waved his hand: "You two have already
Hear the details of this seat clearly, and there is nothing else to say to others, just sit down and relax! "
"Why are you so anxious? As long as I am here, no one can silence you!"
Deng Fuqing still had that annoying look: "There was a fight just now, and the commotion was not small. King Qi will know about it sooner or later. You just sit down and eat and drink, which can be regarded as a witness to the Lord of Cao Jiang. After all, this friendship Being of a foreign race and having connections with foreign countries is not a small crime!"
"Then junior, it's better to be respectful than to obey." Qi Jingzhi responded and immediately sat down.
"That's right! Listen to others and eat enough!"
Deng Fuqing nodded in approval, and suddenly his expression straightened, his eyes focused, and he stared at the plate of cooked mountain dragons on the table.
