Cultivation of Immortals: Start with blind thinking

Chapter 19 Cultivating the Middle Dantian

On the emerald green lawn, several cattle and sheep are hiding from the noon sun under the shade of trees, and two beautiful peacocks are leisurely walking on the edge of the cliff.

Listening to the croaking of insects and the bleating of cows, Jin Ziming felt peaceful and peaceful, and lay down on the grass involuntarily.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds through the sparse treetops, the air is extremely fresh, and I feel comfortable and comfortable in the millions of pores in my body.

He lay down like this until the sun went down, and then sat up.

The clouds outside the cliff parted, revealing the vast blue sea. At the end of the line of sight, a round of red sun hung over the sea, slowly descending.

The light gradually dimmed, and the sky changed from orange red to dark red, then to light gray, until in the dark night, countless bright stars lit up.

Jin Ziming strolled into the temple, where there was only one abbot and three monks.

After Jin Ziming finished offering incense, he asked the host Huijian to stay overnight.

It was the little monk who took him outside the temple, stayed in a wooden house near the cliff, and brought him meals for dinner.

Soon, the melodious Zen bell rang, making Jin Ziming's already calm heart even more peaceful and ethereal.

That night, Jin Ziming did not cultivate for the first time, listening to the insects in the grass and the sound of the sea below the mountain lapping on the shore, he fell into a deep sleep like a mortal.

In the early morning, when I woke up to the sound of birdsong, I found that the mist had drifted in through the open door.

Pushing open the door, only to see green grass, wild flowers and white mist, and the old cow also began to call.

The light gradually brightens, and when the fog dissipates, revealing the gorgeous clouds below the cliff, and looking far away, you can only see the blue sea and the slowly rising sun.

The morning class in the small temple begins, and the Zen bell "breaks the long night when the dawn strikes".

The melodious sound of the bell made Jin Ziming's lower dantian white vitality suddenly surge up by itself, while the colored gas in the upper dantian colored beads pressed down.

Both run along the self-built blue pipeline between Xiadantian and Baihui, and finally meet at the chest.

The upward force from the lower dantian continued, and the downward force from the upper dantian did not stop. The vitality and soul qi surged in his chest, making him feel uncomfortable and oppressed.

It seems that there is something that has been suppressed for a long time and is tightly compressed, which urgently needs to be vented, but it still cannot be released.

He wanted to yell, but reason told him that this place should not be presumptuous, so Jin Ziming could only forcefully restrain himself, and silently endured the feeling of tightness in his chest.

At this moment, the four monks in the morning class began to chant the mantra, "Om, Ma, Ne, Bai, Hu, Hum".

These vibrating notes made Jin Ziming feel a little relieved in the extreme depression, and he unconsciously began to recite along with it.

"Om" and "Hum" make the upper pubic region vibrate, "ma" and "ne" make the lower pubic region tremble, and "bai" and "呅" make the converging air in the chest swell.

The sound waves resonate with the two dantians at different frequencies, causing the two spheres to rotate at a constant speed.

In his chest, the vitality and soul qi also resonated with some kind of sound waves, causing them to mix together at a certain position behind the Tanzhong acupoint.

White and color interweave, twist and rotate, and finally a black sphere is born.

Jin Ziming looked inside and found that a thick blue tube ran through the perineum and Baihui.

White, black and colorful balloons are strung together from bottom to top, and they all rotate with their own unique rhythm.

Ecstasy welled up in his heart, this black ball should be the middle dantian that he dreamed of and had been forgotten by many monks.

He finally achieved his dream and reproduced in his body the "feat" of roasting three sweet potatoes on skewers with iron tongs.

With the resonance of the three dantians, the vitality and soul energy became more mellow, and the blue beam of light became thicker.

The collaboration between the three balloons is natural and smooth, and the perception of the soul is more nuanced, and obviously the soul power is also improved.

With such a stalwart "three sweet potatoes" working together, the increase in combat power is really worth looking forward to.

After the three dantians stabilized and stopped spinning, Jin Ziming adjusted his breath for a long time before entering the temple.

At this time, the monks' morning classes were over. He stepped forward and bowed to Master Huijian, saying:

"Master, I listened to several eminent monks reciting Buddhist mantras in the morning, and I felt refreshed and gained something.

I wonder if Master can tell me, what are you chanting? "

"The benefactor really has a unique root of wisdom. The little monks recited the Great Ming Mantra this morning."

"In addition to the Great Ming Mantra, does your temple also recite other mantras?"

"Sponsor, we will take turns to recite different mantras every day, such as the one-word mantra, the rebirth mantra, the great bliss mantra, the four small mantras for blessing, etc."

"There are so many, Master, I wonder if I can recite with you and teach me the method of reciting mantras?" Jin Ziming asked expectantly.

"Since the benefactor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, there is nothing wrong with it. Fang Yuan, you have quite a lot of experience in mantras, so you will teach this benefactor."

The middle-aged monk took the order and began to teach Jin Ziming the content, efficacy and pronunciation skills of the mantra. Jin Ziming was taught humbly and recited it every day.

After he figured out the relationship between sound waves, vibration frequencies and body parts, he suddenly understood that the vibration of each dantian has its own unique frequency.

When the sound wave and the pubic region resonate at this frequency, and the vocal part is in that pubic region, the resonance is the most intense, the explosive force is also extremely strong, and the energy output is the most and strongest.

Jin Ziming learned more and more Buddhist mantras, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that mantras are also very helpful for actual combat.

For example, when the spirit is weak, if you recite the Green Tara Mantra, recovery will be faster;

When a bell jar is transformed to protect one's own soul, the big bell will be thicker and stronger by reciting the four small mantras of blessing;
But using the Great Ming Mantra has more effects, he couldn't help sighing, the sound wave is really a good thing.

Being able to comprehend and know how to use it is the fate between myself and Buddhism.

Jin Ziming lived in Jiuxia Temple. He liked the scenery here and thought it was his blessed land.

"Why don't we just wait here for an opportunity to break through and build a foundation?"

As the days passed, and every day was just practicing and chanting mantras, the upper and lower dantians were already full, feeling like a steel ball that couldn't be compressed any longer.

He decided to focus his cultivation on the middle dantian and make it look like this.

Jin Ziming picked out a dozen or so characters that are particularly effective for the dantian in shock from the many mantras, and recited them non-stop every day.

Supplemented with some spells that can increase the power of the lower pubic area to push up and the upper pubic area to press down, to strengthen, compress and polish the black ball, so that it will gradually become full.

Half a year later, even the middle dantian finally felt full, uncomfortable, and incompressible. He understood that the foundation of the foundation was already extremely solid.

Now even if it is necessary to set a precedent in the world of cultivation, complete a unique foundation building, and complete the transformation of the energy in the three dantians from gaseous state to liquid state at the same time, it is still very possible.

Now everything is ready, only the slightest secret is owed.There is no rush to break through the realm, only to wait calmly.

In addition to practicing, he will also help the temple with some chores. He has been living here, and he can't let the monks serve him.

Therefore, in his free time, he would cut firewood, carry water, cook, boil water and clean up.

The monks gradually accepted this young man who worshiped Buddha, and the host of Huijian believed that he had a deep connection with Buddha and unique wisdom.

When winter comes, the vegetation and houses on the mountain are covered with a thick layer of snow, and the sun shines on it, reflecting dazzling colorful luster.

The old cow dug open the snow and searched hard for delicious tender grass. The peacocks had already flown away, and a group of little sparrows were busy looking for food on the snow.

The white snow, the red sun and the blue sea and sky make Jiuxia Temple look extraordinarily holy.

Today it was the turn to cook lunch, Jin Ziming came over to help the cook, unpacking vegetables and boiling water.

The monotonous life on the mountain seemed a little dull, and the two of them seemed to be affected, and they kept silent.

Jin Ziming added firewood to the bottom of the big iron pot, the water sizzled, and soon began to boil.

White mist rose, misting the glass windows in front of the hearth.

It was still snowing outside the house, and some drops of water began to form on the cold windows.

Gradually, more and more, and finally formed a few water lines, flowing down the window.

Jin Ziming stared blankly at the glass window, feeling a little dazed for a moment, as if he remembered something very important, but it was fleeting, what exactly was it?

He tried his best to recall, but after a long while, the inspiration suddenly reappeared, and he remembered the wonderful idea just now.

Jin Ziming was emotionally agitated, threw away the firewood in his hand, stood up suddenly, and ran to the outside of the temple under Fang Neng's surprised gaze, shouting loudly while running:
"Master and the three masters, I have something occasionally, and I want to meditate in the pavilion outside the temple and study enlightenment. I hope you don't disturb me!"

Jin Ziming rushed to the pavilion, lit a few sticks of thick sandalwood, sat cross-legged on the futon, and let the aura flow through the small and large circles.

The corresponding incantation was issued from the mouth, making the three dantians swell and rotate extremely.

He felt that his energy and spirit had reached an extreme state, and there was only the last threshold left, and when he stepped over it, the sea and the sky would be vast.

　I have seen the magnificent scenery of "Jiuxia Temple" in summer.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)