Fu Canglu

Chapter 118 Body Refinement
Hundreds of years ago, in the era when the three religions flourished, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism practiced their own ways. Countless outstanding people came into the world. A school of bells was at its peak, and practicing Buddhism and Taoism became popular. There were countless Taoist and Buddhist temples in the world.

Someone said: There are 3000 million wonderful words in the world, half of them are Bodhisattvas and half Taoists.

The prosperity of Buddhism and Taoism can be glimpsed.

There are many Buddhist holy places, among which Wanggui Mountain, which is known as the Buddhist Altar on the back of the Canglong, and where true Buddhas were born in the past, is a thousand-year-old holy place that has survived the washing and washing of dozens of dynasties.

It wasn't until the second day when he traveled from the Purple Bamboo Forest in Qing'an City that His Royal Highness realized that the good place that the old fox was talking about was not the fireworks building, but the real relic of Buddhism.

Wanggui Mountain with a history of thousands of years.

"Wanggui Mountain used to be a sacred place of Buddhism for thousands of years, but during the Spring and Autumn Period, the mountain gate was leveled by iron cavalry, and the Buddhist temple was completely destroyed without leaving any inheritance. It has long been reduced to a barren mountain. Today, Emperor Wei's methods of destroying Buddhism are no worse than those of Qi Liang. Buddhism is almost exterminated. Nowadays, even the scholars of the Northern Wei Dynasty travel with great grace, and they all choose to avoid this Buddhist relic, so as not to get into trouble." The little highness rode a black horse, and walked side by side with the white-robed Liu Chanqi, saying Halfway through, the girl with her long hair cut short in her arms suddenly poked her head out and stretched out a hand to rub the center of his brows, where a cool lotus imprint was looming.

Liu Chanqi turned his head and glanced at the little Highness with a tired face, raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you not closed your eyes for several days and nights?"

Yi Xiao shook his head and smiled, but didn't answer, relying on the blessing of a lotus plant to support his soul, he didn't need a long time to rest.But what the old fox said was right. Counting from the time when he invited Beiguan to escape from the palm of that Senluo Daoist Yama, he began to practice day and night, and he has never closed his eyes so far. "The Sutra of Selfless Respect" is an excellent exercise, indeed worthy of the name of the strongest exercise.The black-robed sage Yuanzi extracted the essence from the "Thirty-Three Heavenly Scriptures" and left behind some methods of exhalation and breathing, which not only allow the energy to gather like a river, but also speed up his own practice on the one hand, and more It can condense the soul and cultivate one's own soul power.

Combining some practice methods I have learned in the Qiliang library, exhaling and inhaling, combining yin and yang, Yi Xiao can feel that the vitality in his heart is constantly growing. Now there is a trend of approaching the third grade.

Although it is a very exhausting thing to use one mind and two tasks, it is twice the result with half the effort in practice.Therefore, Yi Xiao never spared his mental strength, desperately seized every spare time to practice.

"The way to practice is to relax one piece at a time. It will come naturally." Liu Chanqi in the white robe said lightly, "If you don't have the talent to cultivate Yuan, it's useless even if you try your best to practice."

That's true.

But Yi Xiao shook his head, Feng Tingcheng met those talented people, if he didn't try his best to split his time into two days, how would he be able to deal with them when he met them one day?

Thinking of the Daotai elder brother on the Zhongwei Peak in the South China Sea, who had not practiced for 18 years, broke through nine barriers one after another within one year, swallowed the vitality of the South China Sea, and reached the peak of the ninth rank.Not to mention Taoist evildoers like Master Nanhai, even if it is a young talent who bows his head, the Northern Wei Dynasty now bears the famous Four Swordsman, and Shi Nan'an who chased him out of the wind court that day is enough to drink a pot .

Every time Yi Xiao thinks of this, the stubbornness in his bones bursts out, he refuses to give up a moment of time, and works harder to practice.

Yi Xiaoan couldn't bear it, tried to take the rope, and said softly: "Brother, you rest for a while."

Yi Xiao didn't reject the girl's kindness, and subconsciously closed her eyes.

There was some jolting on the horse.

Yi Xiao closed her eyes slightly, but she didn't try to relax her mind. Instead, she continued to ask about Wangguishan and her party.

"The Buddhist holy land of Wanggui Mountain has been reduced to ruins, the mountain gate is destroyed, the Buddhist temple is completely destroyed, and the millennium bodhi plant also withered and died in Luoyang." With the breeze blowing on his face, Yi Xiao felt that his spirit had improved a little, and without opening his eyes, he exhaled slowly: "Now What can I do if I go to Wanggui Mountain?"

It was the white-robed man who uprooted the bodhi tree with his own hands back then and was stunned for a long time when he heard the words. After a long time, he chuckled and spoke slowly with a complex expression.

"Wanggui Mountain was trampled over by cavalry from the Northern Wei Dynasty, the gate of the mountain collapsed, and the Buddhist temple was completely destroyed. It's a pity that there is one thing they can't destroy, let alone take away."

What is it?
Yi Xiao couldn't help opening his eyes.

Afterwards, no matter how much I asked, even tempted with fine wine, this white-robed old fox refused to say a word, but pretended that it was related to cultivation, which would be of great benefit to nourishing the soul.

Yi Xiao had no choice but to close her eyes and continue her practice.

Yi Xiaoan, who was not used to seeing the white-robed old fox bullying His Highness, snorted coldly as he led the horse with a rope.

Liu Chanqi in the white robe suddenly looked downcast, pitiful, and quickly moved his head to please him: "My dear niece, don't be angry, listen to my explanation. This kid doesn't listen to advice, and has been playing with his life all day. It is true that half of the practice of breathing and breathing, and half of the cultivation of the way of controlling soul power, will get twice the result with half the effort, but if there is no lotus plant to protect him, he would have died of physical and mental exhaustion. In practice, I’m afraid that Yin and Yang are already separated before becoming a great master. This time I’m going to Wanggui Mountain, I’d better ask this kid for a visualization map.”

Upon hearing this, Yi Xiao slowly opened her closed eyes again.

Liu Chan said with a straight face: "Nowadays, Buddhism is in decline, and the orthodox visualization map is almost unavailable. As for the ultimate meditation school left by the four great Bodhisattvas, don't even think about it. But Wanggui Mountain does have a good visualization map. If you are really destined to see it, you will be able to see it. After seeing it, it will be beneficial to the soul and not harmful. Not to mention other things, at least you will not go crazy in practice , and even have some more sense of domain.”

"If Wangguishan really has such a precious visualization map, why didn't Emperor Wei take it away?" Yi Xiaoan suddenly said, "Could it be possible to keep it for others to understand?"

"Girl, you don't understand." Liu Chanqi chuckled, and said, "Visualizing a journey varies from person to person. The ancestor who set up the mountain gate at Wanggui Mountain back then was a wonderful person, so you can count it It is a coincidence. When we meet you, you will know that the handwriting left by this visualization map is not ordinary, and it will be given to all those who have a relationship with Buddhism after a thousand years. If there is a destiny, they are destined to be enlightened, and they can be enlightened at a glance. If you don’t realize it, even if you stare at it for a day and a night, it will be of no use.”

Yi Xiaoan suddenly became annoyed when he heard the words: "I have said so much, if my brother misses this visualization, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"

The white-robed old fox blinked, and said, "Nice niece, I definitely won't make this trip in vain. I don't know if your brother is destined for that visualization, but you must be."

"If you really look at the visualization map, you can guess that the scattered luck of Buddhism will be gathered together, and all the empowerments will be a golden road in the future." Liu Chanqi tutted: "Maybe there will be a new one when you forget to return to the mountain." The living Bodhisattva is reincarnated. Great luck, great luck."

Yi Xiaoan said angrily: "I don't want to be a living Bodhisattva, let alone have great luck, I want my brother to be good. If my brother can't realize the visualization map you mentioned, he is a Buddhist monk." The Bodhisattva's great fortune has come, and I don't want any of them, just wave them away!"

Looking at this stubborn girl, Liu Chanqi had nothing to say, and realized that it was useless to be impatient, this girl might really be able to do such a stupid thing, in the end she could only shake her head and said helplessly: "My niece, I forgot to go back to the mountain!" That visualization picture must be related to you. Can your brother realize his good fortune? But I have a few Buddhist treasures in my hand, which can not only nourish the soul, but also benefit the dragon and snake in his body. If you I am willing to take a look, I don’t want any of these treasures, I will give them to your brother.”

Yi Xiaoan snorted angrily, and hooked his little finger.

Liu Chanqi reluctantly took out a jade bottle from his pocket, threw it to Yi Xiao angrily and amusedly, and said with a smirk: "This is the Buddhist dew, dripping between the eyebrows, one drop at a time, it can warm and nourish the body, and at the same time nourish the body." The two dragon snakes in your body, there are estimated to be fifty drops in this bottle, save a little when you cultivate your body, it should be enough for you to reach the realm of the little vajra without scale."

Liu Chanqi jokingly said: "However, body training is not easy. If you can insist on using up this drop of Tianlu and feel the taste is good, you can ask me for it again."

Yi Xiao took the jade bottle, and heard the sound of breaking through the air again, and a round and wishful red jade Buddha bead was thrown over.

The white-robed old fox retracted the red jade beads bracelet on his wrist into his sleeve with some pain this time. Eighteen pocket beads were worn by him as a bracelet, but now he lacked one of the largest and roundest mother-of-pearl beads.

"Listen well, this Buddhist bead is just for lending to you." Liu Chanqi said angrily, "This string of Buddhist red lotus bracelets is extremely capable of guarding the soul, and the reason why those old antiques can't do anything to me is because they are in the realm of masters." The soul power method can't break through the protection of this red lotus bracelet. I lent you the mother bead today to nourish the soul. It's a waste of money. You put it on your chest, and it can prevent you from going crazy when you practice."

Yi Xiao nodded and took a closer look at the mother-of-pearl, and sure enough, she saw a big red lotus blooming slowly in the rich red amber bead, inside the bead was a small world, and the Sanskrit words flowed and tumbled like an ocean.

His Highness tied the red lotus beads with a red string and hung them on his chest.

His thoughts flowed through the prayer beads on his chest, which made him feel more refreshed, and his practice became easier.

The young man in black on horseback took the two things, and said nothing like an old monk.

Now that Yi Xiaoan took over the horse riding, he remained as silent as a dead tree.

From the beginning to the end, no matter how irritable the sound of the horse's hooves, his breathing rhythm has never been disordered, and he is running the breathing method in the Sutra of Selfless Respect, taking a breath and exhaling a breath.

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The fingers of the left hand turn into a sword, evolving the way of swordsmanship.

Rub the center of the eyebrows with the right hand, feeling the power of heaven and earth.

The rhythm of breathing is light and slow, and gradually enters a state of ecstasy.

Liu Chanqi in the white robe looked at Yi Xiao who practiced like a madman, and had nothing to say for a while.

He looked at the boy in black suddenly with complicated eyes.

It's not that Liu Chanqi has never met a person with a very high talent for cultivation. He has traveled the world for dozens of years, from east to west, from east to west, and has met several evildoers who are about to be born in this generation.

In terms of aptitude, the boy in black in front of him is definitely not bad, but he is definitely not as good as those top-notch sword embryos and pure dao embryos.

But when it comes to hard work, Liu Chanqi squinted his eyes and thought about it carefully, and asked himself, it was really the first time he saw someone who practiced so hard.

This young man was congenitally deficient, and now he is embarking on the road of practice, choosing to practice day and night to make up for it, even disregarding the loss of spirit and soul, multitasking, splitting time in half, such a crazy way of practice, will it be possible in the future? Be one of those monsters?
Liu Chanqi shook his head.

A person's future cultivation achievements are extremely difficult to determine.

The white-robed old fox raised his head and was a little startled when he saw Yi Xiao's behavior.

The boy sitting on the horseback was smiling, as if he couldn't feel the bumps.

He still kept his eyes closed, but raised his right hand slightly.

After dipping in Tianlu, he dripped it on the center of his eyebrows.

In an instant, a green lotus platform appeared behind his head, and a dragon and a snake opened their eyes as if frightened, full of blood red.

Liu Chanqi knows how much pain body training needs to endure. It is like thousands of knives piercing the body back and forth. Ditianlu is undoubtedly a shortcut to body training, but this kind of medicine made from rare medicinal materials can only be dripped between the eyebrows. Only then will it be effective.

Because only when it enters the center of the eyebrows can it give people the greatest stimulation.

The dragon and the snake were about to yell out in rage, and their bodies kept spinning on the Qinglian platform, twisting in pain.

Yi Xiaoan frowned suddenly, the black horse he was driving suddenly stopped, lowered his head and neighed, and the horse's hooves beat the ground vigorously.

Liu Chanqi clearly remembered that when he practiced on the first day, his master dripped a drop of sky on his brow.

Di Tianlu entered from between the eyebrows, cutting him into pieces.

He was howling like a wild animal.

The white-robed man looked at the black-clothed boy who was sitting still on the black horse.

Yi Xiao took two and a half drops of Tianlu with one finger.

Liu Chanqi looked at the boy in black in silence.

Two and a half drops of Ditianlu, doesn't this person know how hard body training is?

Then the boy's finger on the center of his brow trembled slightly.

He didn't move again.

Just close your eyes tightly, you can see the trembling of your Adam's apple.

After a few moments, Yi Xiao was drenched in cold sweat.

He closed his eyes tightly, and even squeezed out a smile on his face.

Not to mention ferocious, but three points of madness.

Liu Chanqi couldn't believe that in the process of fighting against this kind of pain, there are still people who can laugh?

From the beginning to the end, Yi Xiao didn't even groan.

After a long time, Liu Chanqi watched the boy slowly open his eyes.

Liu Chanqi said complicatedly: "Thousands of knives are pierced between the eyebrows, does this feel painful?"

The dragon and the snake behind his head no longer struggled, slowly retracted their bodies, and fell into a deep sleep peacefully. The young man let go of his numb five fingers, and his complexion was a little pale.

He smiled complicatedly, nodded, and shook his head again.

"It hurts." His Highness smiled self-deprecatingly.

Of course it hurts.

But this kind of pain is not comparable to the despair of being cut off from the sky, and even less compared to the heart-wrenching pain of watching the old Duan, Lao Miao, Sudan, and the others leave one by one.

Yi Xiao was in a daze, then smiled at Liu Chanqi, and explained: "But I'm used to it, so it doesn't matter."

Liu Chanqi was a little dazed.

A long time ago, the Buddhist boy named Liu Baichan didn't understand why some people were willing to endure the pain of Di Tianlu's body training.

He looked at the taciturn elder brother Zishan during the body training process, and really couldn't figure it out.

Shen Hongying told him that only by going through hardships can he become a master like the elder brother.

Liu Baichan was so stupid that he didn't understand, and felt that senior brother Zishan, who usually had a hippie smile, didn't look like a master.

Later, Liu Baichan watched the man in the purple shirt who endured a lot of pain and remained silent slowly start to emerge, conquering the world with iron and blood methods and gathering the north.

He kind of understood.

No pain No gain.

Then he thought vaguely of the scene at the Luoyang city gate.

On that day, the sun sank into the river, reflecting a river of blood.

The palm of his big red lotus was chopped off by him.

He looked at the man in the purple shirt who was about to push himself down the Qi River.

The man in purple shirt carefully pulled out the arrows piercing all over his body for him, and finally pulled out the one that pierced the heart.

Then stab into his palm.

He smiled and said a word.

Never forget.

Liu Baichan lowered his head, staring blankly at the big red lotus imprint on his palm.

There was the sound of cold tide echoing in my ears.

"Bai Chan, if a person can't bear more pain than others when he is alive."

"Then when death comes, you have to accept it more painfully than others."

(End of this chapter)