Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 115

A few men in their twenties stood in the yard, standing upright on one leg, holding their fists together, or practicing in pairs. Tricks and tricks.

No one noticed Zhang Yuqing.

He looked at it for a while, and then saw the brother who was in the same room with him walking slowly towards him with a bowl of food in his hand.

Zhang Yuqing saw his senior brother, took his dinner from him, and asked casually, "Senior brother, what are they doing?"

"They are practicing!"

The man with the mole replied: "All disciples in this sect practice the "Buddha Gong" and pay attention to a supreme yang nature. They need to draw the fire from the sky into the body every day to temper the physical body, so that they can make rapid progress."

"Tianhuo? Sunlight?" Zhang Yuqing muttered, "It must be infinitely useful if you practice at noon."

The man with the mole glanced at him and shook his head: "That's not the case."

"The sun and sky fire are the most poisonous and yang things in the world. In the early morning, the nature of the sky fire is impure, contaminated with the yin energy of the moonlight, so it cannot be absorbed. At noon, the sky fire is fierce and poisonous. Once it is introduced into the body, it is like a raging fire cooking oil. way."

"There is only half an hour of sunset and sunset in a day. Tianhuo has a mature temperament, that is, there is not much yin energy, and it will not cause harm to the human body. The remaining toxicity is just right enough to temper the body in turn."

"Therefore, only at this time will the disciples of our school gather to practice martial arts and cultivate themselves!"

Zhang Yuqing changed his mind and looked at the man with the mole: "Senior brother, how is your martial arts state? Compared with the senior brothers over there?"

He had just been on the sidelines for a while, and he had already seen clearly the level of those people when they fought.

It can be said that each of them is an existence that can kill him with bare hands.

At this moment, his body is no longer the steel and iron bones he cultivated before, but soft and collapsed, just like ordinary people.

Mana also disappeared.

Only there is still a piece of golden light in the sea of ​​consciousness.

These people moved with great force, and from time to time they collided with each other, and there would be a huge roar. The bodies of both sides were shaken, and the next moment they continued to fight as if nothing happened.

Based on the aftermath of their fight and the degree of depression of the ground under their feet, Zhang Yuqing estimated that the strength of each of them was two to three times higher than that of ordinary people.

With one punch, it's easy to kill someone.

If Zhang Yuqing was rushed within three meters of his side by them, he would not have the confidence to deal with him.

Of course, if you distance yourself.

So as long as these people can't physically block the flying sword, then he will not be afraid of it.

The man with the mole chuckled, this was the first time Zhang Yuqing saw an expression on his face since he came here.

"They are the same as you, but they are just disciples who have just entered the master's school. Brother, I have practiced "Buddha Gong" for more than 18 years, and I am considered half-handed in the world. It is really bullying to compare me with you Already!"

Seeing that the senior brother seemed a little disdainful to compare with those fellow martial arts masters in Zhang Yuqing's opinion, he couldn't help feeling a little longing for "Buddha Skill".

He is also a disciple of this sect, so naturally he can also be taught martial arts.

What would happen if this martial art was practiced to a high level?
"I don't know when I will be able to reach the heights of those senior brothers over there. I don't even expect to be able to catch up with you, senior brother. As long as I can practice one and a half moves, I will be satisfied."

Zhang Yuqing seemed to be sighing, but he heard the man with the mole say indifferently: "It's okay, junior brother, you have just been accepted into the sect and are still in the foundation building stage."

"This foundation building is a water grinder, so don't rush into it."

"There are rumors in the Jianghu that there is a hundred-day foundation-building, Master Fang Cheng once said. Although not everyone who builds a foundation in a hundred days can become a congenital master, it is always better than those of the same generation who advance lightly in the foundation-building stage. Go further."

"For example, in our lineage, we practice Buddha Kungfu, fasting for 49 days on July [-], fasting meat and fish, taking mercury and drinking syrup, using secret medicine to wash out your turbid qi, and drawing out the innate fire in your body to burn your body, and then Introduce the fire of the sky into the body every day, strengthen the yang, force out the bad luck, and become a first-class master in the martial arts!"

The man with the mole hooked his chin, and pointed to the porcelain bowl on the table, "You have been on a diet for 45 days now, and in four more days you will be able to shed your mortal body and be reborn. At that time, I will pass on your martial arts mentality. But don't be in a hurry!"

Zhang Yuqing's gaze immediately set on the porcelain bowl on the rotten table.

This bowl is out of tune with everything around it. Everything in the old temple is tattered. It looks like it has been washed and baptized by the years, and it seems to have been used by thousands of people.

But this porcelain bowl is completely transparent, glowing with white fluorescence, somewhat like a whole body carved from jade.

There are some sticky rice grains floating and sinking inside, and some unknown plant roots can be seen occasionally.

Zhang Yuqing didn't understand medicine, and didn't understand what those were.

In addition, there are some tapeworm-like meat strips. It is not appropriate to say that it is meat, it is more like fleshy maggots, cloth strips, or something else.

It looks disgusting on the outside, but it is extremely delicious in the mouth.

Zhang Yuqing has never eaten it, but his body has memories since he started. In his memory, the meat strips taste very delicious.

"Senior brother, didn't you say that our sect needs to fast for foundation building? Why do we have meat sticks in our foundation building diet?"

He pointed to the tapeworm-like thing in the bowl.

"This is not meat, but a secret medicine, cultivated by our sect, and it is the key for you to cleanse the acquired turbidity!"

The man with the mole told the truth with one word.

"You don't understand martial arts now, and you don't have orthodox practice-related pharmacological knowledge. Besides, this is the mystery of my martial arts. It is inconvenient for me to explain too much to you. In short, senior brother will not harm you, just take it. For this medicine, foundation building cannot be interrupted in 49 days."

He ordered lightly, watching Zhang Yuqing finish eating a bowl of medicinal porridge, a smile appeared on his face, took the porcelain bowl and walked out of the house.

The sky darkened again, and the brothers practicing outside the house also dispersed.

Zhang Yuqing never heard the sound of someone practicing martial arts.

He rummaged around the house for a while, trying to find some candles, oil lamps and other things to light, but found nothing in the dilapidated hut.

There was nothing else but two old beds each with a washed white blanket for them to sleep on.

Zhang Yuqing thought for a while, then went to the door and opened it.

While it was still dark, he wanted to take a walk around.

The door opened, and several cold and stiff faces came into view.

Zhang Yuqing was startled, the hairs all over his body stood on end, he pulled out the pistol stored in the inventory in a moment of anxiety, almost scared to aim and shoot!
"Little Junior Brother!" several faces said in unison, the voice was surprisingly loud.

"It's getting late, don't walk around in the temple, be careful not to disturb the master!"

Seeing that the people who came were not ghosts and ghosts, but the brothers who were practicing kung fu in the evening, Zhang Yuqing's heart calmed down slightly, and he looked at the five people in front of him panting heavily.

Five people of different heights, short, fat and thin stood in a sneaky row in front of his door, wearing the same linen clothes with long sleeves and trousers as themselves, staring at him with cold eyes.

Although some of them were fat and some were thin, all of them looked skinny and skinny, their eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the bones of their cheekbones protruded outward, which was very conspicuous.

Zhang Yuqing took a closer look, only to realize that the 'fat man' just had a thicker frame than others and looked fatter, but he was actually a thin and dry man.

Seeing that Zhang Yuqing didn't answer, the five people put on a gloomy look on their rough and dry faces, and there was a hint of threat in their cold eyes.

"If you disturb the master!" "If you disturb the master!"

"if……"

The tones of the five people were mixed together, like mournful wailing and heartfelt laughter: "We will never let you go! I will cut open your heart, liver, spleen and kidneys, and dedicate them to the omnipotent compassion and rescue of the suffering." Master, let your soul never live in peace!"

Zhang Yuqing confronted these uninvited guests with a gloomy expression. The two sides were at war with each other, and the atmosphere was extremely dull for a while.

"What are you doing?!"

An angry reprimand sounded, but I saw a man with a mole in a black robe with long sleeves pacing slowly over with his hands behind his back.

"Second Senior Brother!"

"Second Senior Brother!"

The faces of the five people changed, and a cowardly and fawning look appeared on their stiff and dry faces, and they gave way to the blocked passage.

Zhang Yuqing's expression changed slightly. He had roughly understood the level of these new disciples that the man with the mole said was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Judging from the respectful and fearful attitudes of these people, it seems that the black mole guy can wipe out all five of them by himself?

There is nothing wrong with this feeling, it is life's natural fear of death.

Zhang Yuqing stared coldly at the five fellow disciples who suddenly jumped out to find fault and were dismissed. He cupped his fists at the black mole and said, "Second Senior Brother!"

Only then did he know that this senior who lived in the same room with him was the second disciple of the master, and his status was extremely respected.

Zhang Yuqing found that some new memories had been stuffed into his mind.

In his memory, he was an orphan in this world, struggling with food and clothing for a long time.

One day, a few black-veiled men came to the town to recruit disciples.

One of the distinguished old men took a fancy to him, personally took him into his sect, and then brought him to this old temple.

Other than that, there are some memories of daily foundation building diet, nothing special.

He didn't care much about other things other than 'eating' until the consciousness of Zhang Yuqing himself came.

Zhang Yuqing actually didn't know much about this weird sect and its disciples who behaved strangely.

The second senior brother snorted coldly, and said coldly to the five people: "Zhang Yuqing is the junior junior brother who was personally accepted by the master. In terms of status, he is still higher than you. Do you want to rebel?!"

"No, dare not..." The faces of the five people were ugly, jealousy towards Zhang Yuqing appeared in their pupils, and they finally lowered their heads.

Only then did Zhang Yuqing know why the five of them jumped out to find fault when there was no grievance between the two sides.

After driving away the five disciples who were cowardly and resentful, the second senior brother turned around and closed the door.

"Junior Brother Zhang, although those people's words are harsh, they are not unreasonable." The man with the mole stared at Zhang Yuqing quietly, and said in a persuasive tone with no expression on his face: "It's better not to walk around outside the house outside of the night." , it is indeed possible to disturb the old master, the old man!"

Zhang Yuqing swallowed his saliva, and made a curious look: "Second senior brother! Why did you disturb the master when you go out at night? What will happen if you disturb him?"

The man with a black mole explained: "Although the Buddha Kung Fu practiced by our sect is the supreme Yang Kung Fu method, in the process of cultivation, it is inevitable to absorb the moonlight Yin Qi mixed with the sky fire."

"On weekdays, these yin qi are suppressed by yang qi and cannot erupt. But every time of Qingming and Double Ninth Festival, when the heaven and the earth meet, the earth's qi surges up and entangles the yin qi, and the suffering of evil yin enters the body. "

"Master, his old man's martial arts are profound and unpredictable, and he has cultivated to the sixth level of the Buddha's Kung Fu, the 'mind-born Bodhi' state. Therefore, the Yin Qi accumulated in the body far exceeds that of my colleagues. Every April, on the Qingming day, there will be Yin fire burning in the heart and going out. In the danger of becoming a demon, he had to eat fast and recite the Buddha, and hide in an ancient temple deep in the mountains to suppress the demon's heart."

"It's been more than ten days since the Ching Ming Festival. Although the master has passed the dangerous period, it is still possible to become manic due to external influences, especially at night, when the moonlight is full of yin, the possibility will be greatly improved.”

"So after nightfall, our brothers and sisters will deliberately stay out of the house, so as not to disturb the master who is practicing in seclusion."

Zhang Yuqing nodded, and said: "That's why, I understand. Don't worry, brother, I will stay in the house safely, and I will never take a step out of the door unless I really want to go to the toilet!"

The man with the mole nodded in satisfaction, and handed him a yellowed book.

"That's great! This is the handwritten copy of the Buddha's skill in our sect. Although you can't practice it yet, you can try to read it a few times to familiarize yourself with the content. When you complete the foundation building, I will Then I will personally open up the seven meridians and eight meridians for you, and help you step into the martial arts!"

Zhang Yuqing nodded with a smile, and took the cheat book.

The man with black mole flicked his sleeve robe, and lay down on the bed straight: "Senior brother, I want to meditate and practice, if nothing happens, please don't bother me!"

"Okay, brother!"

Zhang Yuqing agreed, he was not willing to communicate too much with the man with the mole, and looking at the man's stiff face made people feel chills.

The man with the black mole lying on the bed opened his eyes and watched Zhang Yuqing reading by the moonlight by the window, and suddenly said: "By the way, Junior Brother Zhang, if someone knocks on the door at night and wants to come in, please remember not to open the door, nor to answer." , just turn a blind eye to everything, remember and remember.”

The hairs on Zhang Yuqing's back stood up slightly, feeling a little creepy.

He nodded and said, "Well, I'll listen to senior brother!"

It's been a long time since I heard the answer from the man with the mole, and looking back, he was already lying motionless on the bed with his eyes closed, like a dead body.

In the dilapidated and cold wooden house, Zhang Yuqing couldn't help but let out a breath of cold from head to toe.

'This man, sleeps as if dead...'

He muttered a few words to strengthen himself, and opened the ancient book in his hand.

The book cover is light yellow, soft and delicate to the touch, not quite like paper, but closer to leather.

But it was impossible to tell what kind of creature's skin it was.

On it was written crookedly the words "Buddha Gong" in seal script, and there was a line of small notes below, which were blurred by the water and could not be seen clearly.

(End of this chapter)