Chapter 197: Long Live Master Fang
The summer morning is different from other seasons when everything is quiet, cicadas are still calling softly.
Perhaps because dawn came too early, the few sparse stars that had not yet completely faded were still struggling to resist being driven away by the rising sun.
An Audi car was driving at high speed on the wide road in the suburbs of Hanzhong.
Soon, the car arrived in front of a large ancestral home.
Afterwards, Zen Master Jiecheng, who had met Fang Yi once, came down.
Originally, Fang Yi owed him a favor, and Zen Master Jiecheng would have people send him gifts every New Year and other festivals as well as show proper courtesy. Logically speaking, Fang Yi would not have forgotten him even if he didn't come in person.
However, Zen Master Jiecheng was asked by his good friend, the Thai monk Longtuo, to meet with Master Fang in person and convey some greetings.
In addition, he was very curious about the resurrection of Zhang Taigong, so he wanted to find out the truth.
It might not be so easy for others to enter the Zhang family, but it is different for him.
In his early years, Zen Master Jiecheng had a close relationship with Zhang Qishu, the eldest grandson of the Zhang family, so naturally he was not afraid of being turned away.
"It's a little early."
Zen Master Jiecheng looked at his watch and said, "Forget it, I'll knock on the door later."
He was just about to find a clean place at the door to sit down and wait.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Then a young man in his twenties came out with a broom.
When Master Jiecheng saw this, he quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Amitabha, benefactor, I am Jiecheng, the abbot of Tianning Zen Temple. Could you please convey my request to Taoist Master Zhang Qishu for an audience?"
The young man was startled, "Hey, isn't this Xiao Feng?"
Zen Master Jiecheng's surname was Feng.
He was in his sixties or seventies, but he was not angry when a young man in his twenties called him "Xiao Feng". Instead, he smiled and said calmly: "My surname is Feng. How did you know that, benefactor?"
The young man laughed, "You little monk are still as good-tempered as ever. No wonder you are called a Zen master at such a young age."
The young man's connoisseur-like tone left Zen Master Jiecheng confused.
He frowned slightly and asked, "Donor, do you know me?"
The young man glanced at him and said, "You got drunk with my grandson and peed your pants the night before you became a monk. Have you forgotten?"
When this matter was mentioned, Zen Master Jiecheng's face turned red.
But few people know about this.
He was immediately confused and asked, "How did you know this? Donor, who are you?"
The young man smiled and said, "I am Zhang Xianyuan, the grandfather of Zhang Qishu. You used to stay here often. Do you remember?"
Are you Zhang Taigong?
Zen Master Jiecheng wanted to curse at that moment.
He has a close relationship with Zhang Qishu.
In his early years, he received a lot of favors from the Zhang family.
I have great respect for Zhang Taigong in my heart.
Now I see a young man in his twenties pretending to be Zhang Taigong.
No matter how good-tempered Zen Master Jiecheng was, he couldn't help but get angry at this moment.
His face was cold, "You..."
The scolding words haven't come out yet.
Suddenly, an elderly man's voice came from inside, "Grandpa, why are you getting up and sweeping the floor before it's even light? There's always someone at home who can do this kind of work."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zen Master Jiecheng saw his good friend Zhang Qishu walking out with a dirty look on his face.
The young man turned his head and looked, "The Immortal agreed to accept me as a disciple of Huangshan Daojun Palace. From now on, I will have to get up so early every day to recite scriptures and sweep the floor. Don't I have to familiarize myself with it in advance?"
ah?
Are you really Zhang Taigong?
Zen Master Jiecheng was completely dumbfounded.
That's impossible.
Zhang Taigong was over a hundred years old.
How could it be this young man in his twenties in front of me?
…
basement.
Zhang Mengji was waiting outside the door.
in.
Fang Yi sat cross-legged on the dragon-tiger altar. There was a faint glow of fire in his nose, which seemed to be about to burst out, but it could not break through the "barrier" and lingered in his nose.
At the same time, a clear air of unknown color swirled around the top of the head, hung down, and enveloped his entire body.
"I never thought that breaking through the fourth level and the third level would require more energy than I imagined."
Fang Yi continued to absorb the energy in his palms that was as bright as dewdrops.
These energies are extremely magical, just like refined Dan Qi, once inhaled into the body, they are directly absorbed by the golden elixir to enhance strength.
Fang Yi absorbed it for one day and two nights.
The energy absorbed is almost comparable to all the energy you have previously possessed.
But even so, he still failed to make the Dan Qi divine light hang down like a bright moon. Only then did he realize that his previous estimate of the power of the third level of the fourth turn was wrong.
"Now my golden elixir has grown more than twice as strong. If we only talk about the range of destruction, it may reach a radius of 10 to 20 kilometers. However, the golden elixir has grown so strong and has not yet broken through to the third level of the fourth transformation. The energy required is really terrifying."
Fang Yi made a judgment based on this.
I estimated that if I practiced normally, even with the help of the golden apple and the green lotus, it would take several years.
Instead of the previously estimated six months.
"Thanks to this ball of light treasure, we have now reached the critical point of breakthrough."
He remained calm and continued to practice Qigong to absorb the energy of the bright light.
Fang Yi’s mind was filled with the inner Dharma: “The power of the four rotations nourishes the inner Yin, the elixir is stored in the right side, to represent the Yin…When the six doors are closed, the Yang Qi is stored…The Jade Pass Spring is transparent and combines Ding and Ren…The holy fetus is full of spirit, and there is no hindrance in coming in and out. In the morning, I travel to Western Shu, and in the evening, I return to Shudu. I don’t have to leave the house, I sit and watch the country. As for people’s minds, I can communicate with them with my spirit, and know their intentions. Therefore, it is said to penetrate other people’s minds, which is to communicate with other people’s minds…The round light is thousands of feet around…”
Sudden!
He felt a stream of heat flowing into his dantian.
It is a sign that the inner elixir is returning to the dantian.
Immediately, a huge and vast energy emerged from the Dantian.
Fang Yi clearly "saw" a ball of light in his dantian that illuminated his entire body.
And this ball of light is still constantly sublimating.
Going up along the twelve floors, we arrived at the nasal cavity.
huff!
A flash of fire burst out from his nose!
The entire dark basement was suddenly filled with light.
However, the bright light had not yet finished rising and was gradually reaching the top door.
Fang Yi saw snowflakes flying in front of his eyes, the chimney door opened by itself, and everything in front and behind moved.
This ball of bright light rose to three inches above the top of the door and spread out, transforming into a fairyland surrounded by white clouds.
There are cranes flying in the fairyland.
The fire dragon is hovering on the pillars of the pavilion.
Every inch is a layer of red building.
The light turned into a ball of light on the top of the red building.
Endless light hung down from above, covering his entire body.
"When all the yin is stripped away and the elixir is ripe, jump out of the small cage and live for ten thousand years!"
A passage from the longevity technique "Bai Zhen Pian" suddenly popped up in Fang Yi's mind. He knew that his golden elixir had a harmony of yin and yang. One thought was pure yin and one thought was pure yang, and his life would be eternal.
At the same time, his "consciousness" was rising with the light, from the basement to the ground, from the ground to the nine heavens, then to the universe, and finally he saw the endless starry sky again.
The kind of trajectory that stars follow.
The particle structure of everything.
Scene after scene is embedded in consciousness.
The energy field with starry sky that I had seen when I was in harmony with nature at the top of Huangshan Mountain appeared again.
Fang Yi knew that this energy field had a great relationship with himself, so he "opened his eyes wide" and tried to remember it.
Unfortunately, just like before, this energy field was fleeting.
But this time he remembered three-tenths of it.
Adding the previous one-tenth, Fang Yi has memorized four-tenths of the composition of this energy field.
Maybe it's because I'm not capable of it.
When three-tenths of the composition is remembered, "consciousness" falls back.
Fang Yi's "consciousness" returned to the dark basement again.
What surprised him the most was that in that brief moment of unity between man and nature, he actually absorbed all the bright energy in his hand.
Moreover, he felt that his golden elixir had grown stronger again.
It is only a step away from breaking through the fourth level of the fourth transformation.
"What a pity! If this ball of light had more energy, maybe I could break through to the fourth level of the fourth transformation."
Fang Yi looked at the dull little round bead in his hand that looked like a glass marble, and was a little confused about what kind of treasure it was.
He instinctively released his spiritual sense to explore the inside of the small round bead.
Then……
Well, he forgot that the divine realm existed here.
The divine consciousness was pulled into the divine realm.
…
One two months ago.
Many people came to the Zhang family ancestral home with curiosity and wanted to find out what was going on.
For example, the Si Han Tianshi Mansion, which has had an unpleasant relationship with the Zhang family for a thousand or two thousand years.
Zhang Tianshi certainly could not come in person, so he sent Wang Yulin to find out the details.
Wang Yulin had just followed Zhang Mengji's sister Zhang Mengyun to the inner courtyard.
Before I even walked in, I heard bursts of exclamations from inside.
“Fuck!”
"Mr. Zhang, is it really you?"
"Oh my god, the real person's magical powers are amazing!"
“I couldn’t believe my eyes!”
The startled sounds filled Wang Yulin with curiosity, and he wondered if Zhang Taigong had really come back to life.
Thinking about it, I stepped over the threshold.
Wang Yulin saw a large group of people in front of him surrounding a young man.
Zhang Mengyun pointed over there and said, "Master Wang, the Grand Master is over there entertaining the guests. You can go up there and greet them. I still have to go outside to continue welcoming guests."
"Uh, I didn't see Senior Zhang."
Wang Yulin tried hard to look among the crowd, but could not find any trace of Zhang Taigong.
Zhang Mengyun slapped her head and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that my grandfather was resurrected by the immortal with the supreme method and regained his youth. Look, the one wearing the Zhoutian Xingchen Taoist robe is my grandfather."
Wha…what?
Not only was Zhang Taigong brought back to life by a Taoist priest, but he also regained his youth?
Wang Yulin's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared in disbelief at the young man in his twenties who was talking in a Zhoutian Xingchen Taoist robe. He was completely stunned with shock.
He was even so shocked that he didn't even notice when Zhang Mengyun left.
After a long while, Wang Yulin finally woke up as if from a dream. He walked forward half-believingly, only to see that the group of people who had been communicating with Zhang Taigong for a long time still had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
For example, Brother Chen, who was sent by Master Liu of Qingcheng, had a look of horror on his face.
Huang Lingxu, the eldest grandson of the Huang family in Beijing, was also breathing heavily.
There was also a senior monk in his seventies from some unknown temple, who looked at Zhang Taigong with shock and disbelief in his eyes.
Afterwards, Wang Yulin saw people coming one after another, and like him before, these people were all shocked when they learned that Zhang Taigong had come back to life and regained his youth.
The news was quickly fed back.
The bigwigs in Beijing, bigwigs from all over the country, and people from the Buddhist and Taoist circles in the country all learned of this extremely shocking news.
Not only did Zhang Taigong come back to life, but he also regained his youth!
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