Chapter 80: I am the greatest in the world! (Thanks to the pig-killing alliance!)
At the end of the Xu hour, people dispersed from the party.
Zhou Yi arranged for someone to send Mr. Xie home. It was rare for him to encounter such a lively atmosphere, so he drank a few more glasses with Old Dan, a big drunkard.
"Brother, what shall we do with the corpses we brought back from the village?"
Xia Shu pulled Zhou Yi's sleeve and pointed to the backyard.
The crazy monk's body had been searched thoroughly, but no clues were found.
Zhou Yi thought of Master Sanchi.
Xinchan Bumie has helped him several times, always in times of crisis.
For his sake, the body should be properly disposed of.
Besides, the monk did not do that on purpose.
"Let's choose a place to bury him."
Just then, another fierce roar came from the backyard.
Zhou Yi took the two children past the main hall of Laozi's statue and saw Shan Xiongxin tying up another living crazy monk with a hemp rope.
"This is weird! Where does this guy get so much strength?"
Feng Si and Zhang San each grabbed a piece of broken rope, which had five strands, and they were broken directly!
"Don't rush to tie the rope," Zhou Yi walked forward, "lift his shirt off first."
"I'll catch him!" Shan Xiongxin poured his true energy into his hands, like a huge pair of pliers, firmly locking the crazy monk's scapula.
Dou Kui pushed aside his gray monk's robe.
The mad monk had his chest and abdomen exposed, and his chest was convulsing and beating up and down in a strange and bizarre way, like another heart.
The location of this spasm is at the Tanzhong point.
The so-called qi sinking into the dantian and gathering in the tanzhong is a very common method of qi circulation in internal family.
Zhou Yi, however, noticed something unusual.
He stretched out his hand and touched the crazy monk seven inches above his navel, and injected a stream of true energy into his Jiuwei point.
Unless facing brothers, martial artists rarely use their own acupoints to receive the true qi of others. Not only is it extremely dangerous, but it will also expose secrets.
An internal martial arts master can tell the depth of the patient's heat simply by probing the patient's acupoints.
Whether it is an ordinary acupoint or a qi point, it can never be hidden from those who know it.
There was no Qi emitting from the crazy monk's Jiuwei acupoint, so it was undoubtedly an ordinary acupoint. Zhou Yi's true Qi flowed upstream and was suddenly swallowed up by the Danzhong Qi acupoint!
This is the Qi point.
You can breathe in and out along the wind gap!
Anyone who has the ability to develop his Qi is definitely not a mediocre person.
Zhou Yi had a feeling.
It seems that this Dan Zhong acupoint was not opened by the crazy monk himself.
Instead, it was broken open by violent means.
Therefore, his wind gap opened and sucked violently, which was not natural at all.
The spirit is hidden in the orifice. When the spirit is confused, the wisdom is confused. The light of wisdom is obscured by dust and demons grow in the heart.
Although Zhou Yi's true qi is not innate qi, it is extremely strange.
After the crazy monk took in this true energy into his Dan Zhong acupoint, the amplitude of the spasmodic pulsation became significantly smaller.
Zhou Yi's mind moved, and he injected true energy again and again.
Shan Xiongxin exclaimed, "He doesn't seem to be struggling anymore."
"Senior brother cured his madness?" Yan Qiu muttered.
Xia Shu's eyes were sharp: "Am I seeing things? His eyes seem to be oozing blood."
"Is there?"
Yan Qiu moved closer: "Indeed there is!"
He saw it too.
As Zhou Yi injected his true energy, the spider-web-like bloodshot in the mad monk's eyes became fainter and fainter, disappearing into wisps of gauze-like blood mist.
Weird yet gorgeous.
The blood color in the mad monk's eyes faded, and the fierce look disappeared.
then
The ink on his face dissipated into wisps of black mist.
In a moment, he turned into the same person he was when he burned incense and chanted Buddha's name in the temple that day.
There are even more precious appearances that were not there before, as if seeing "emptiness" of everything.
Wherever you look, things with form become formless.
He looks to be no more than thirty years old, and it is hard to believe that he has reached such a level of Buddhist attainment.
Or it can be said that this state of mind only exists for a short time.
Shan Xiongxin loosened his grip slightly, and the monk's body swayed slightly but remained steady as a pine tree, with his palms clasped together in a deep Buddhist salute.
"Thank you, benefactor. I have been in ignorance for a long time, but I am finally free."
He spoke clearly, just like a normal person.
"Master, do you know who is plotting against you?"
The monk closed his eyes and sighed, "I don't know either. I'm the head cook at Anshan Temple outside Sheqi City. That day, I was stirring my spoon in the kitchen when my eyes went black and I lost consciousness."
"Then I had a nightmare. I heard ghosts whispering in my dream, and I saw four red-haired Yamas. They threw me into a pot filled with flames and roasted me repeatedly."
"I just felt extreme pain, and then I was in a daze, and only woke up now."
Zhou Yi pressed on, "Master, have you ever had a moment of clarity?"
"have."
The monk said, "Before I had the nightmare, I heard someone mention the Black Stone Charity Estate. In the nightmare, in the flaming boiler, a Yama with ghostly eyes sneered at me."
"The dregs of the remnant path."
"All that was left was a hideous laugh, nothing else."
The monk clasped his hands together, his eyes growing dull, and bowed once more towards Zhou Yi: "This is all I know. Thank you for saving me."
"master."
Shan Xiongxin held the monk's armpits with both hands and felt his pulse.
"Dead."
He felt from the heart meridian to the Danzhong point: "What kind of evil method is this?"
The monk's ferocious expression faded and his face became peaceful.
"That's not weird enough," Zhou Yi recounted calmly, "A few days ago, I met an old man named Ren. He jumped out of his coffin."
Yan Qiu screamed: "Ah!"
Xia Shu was very curious: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, does Old Master Ren jump high?"
"Very high," Zhou Yi said, stroking his chin. "A city official named Awei was chased by him and had to run around using Qinggong."
I just made a joke to relax, but the two kids were attracted by this strange thing.
Shan Xiongxin couldn't understand: "Could it be that there really are some mountain monsters or ghosts?"
"That's not the case," Zhou Yi said. "It's the old monster from the Demon Sect who's practicing evil skills. The symptoms of these monks are similar to those of demonic possession. Their bodies are infused with evil qi."
"From Old Master Ren to this monk, it's clear that these old monsters are becoming more and more skilled in their magic. Now they are hunting down members of the Taoist sect. We must keep a low profile and not publicize our rituals."
Shan Xiongxin said cautiously: "We have to be careful that they come to our door."
Zhou Yi sighed softly, "They've already been here, so I'll just brush them off for now. These old monsters think highly of themselves. As long as they do as I say, they should be fine in the short term."
"These two men are wearing the same monk's robes, most likely from Anshan Temple. The abbot of that temple died tragically, and all the monks disappeared. I'm afraid they have all become half-human, half-ghost creatures like this."
Zhou Yi had a lot more to say, but stopped in time:
"You've been busy all day, take a rest first. We'll arrange the details tomorrow."
"Okay."
Shan Xiongxin looked down at the monk lying on the ground and said, "I'll bury this one first. He's a pitiful man."
Zhou Yi gave the two little Taoist boys a few words and returned to the main hall of Laozi's statue alone.
He sat cross-legged on the cushion, the monk's last words still ringing in his ears.
Heishi Charity House is right next to Nanyang.
I saw the "Four Yamas" in my dream.
Mo Fei
There are four old monsters hiding in the Black Stone Charity Hall?!
Could it be that the four old artists who passed down the four great sects’ secret teachings of evil skills and strange arts are all in Nanyang?
Does Yang Dalongtou know?
But these four people have never been on good terms, so how can they cooperate sincerely?
"Laozi, Laozi, can you give me an answer?"
Zhou Yi looked up at Laozi's kind face when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. The two little Taoist boys who were supposed to go to bed had returned.
The two men came on tiptoe, holding scriptures in their arms.
He stole a glance at his senior brother's expression and saw that he had no intention of driving him away, so he sat down next to Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi looked at Xia Shu and then at Yan Qiu.
The two little Taoist boys haven't grown up yet and still look like children.
He had many plans in mind, but he just didn't mention them.
At this moment, the three of them sat together, as if they were in the old days at Fuzi Mountain.
However, the Taoist boy no longer held the "Talisman for Averting Disasters" in his hand, but was concentrating on studying Taoist classics.
This is the treasure left by Master Kakugoko.
Seeing the two of them concentrating on reading the scriptures, Zhou Yi raised the corners of his lips slightly and took out "Laozi Xianger Notes".
but
He did not recite the scriptures, but chanted leisurely:
"It's only been seven days since spring, and already two years have passed since I left home. I return after the wild geese have flown away, and my thoughts begin to bloom before the flowers."
Upon hearing this poem, Xia Shu and Yan Qiu both raised their heads.
The two of them couldn't help but think of Confucius Mountain. At that time, their senior brother was half lying on the bamboo couch, and they were listening to his sad words.
Thinking about it now, I feel a smile and a sore nose.
"Senior Brother~!"
The two men, one on the left and one on the right, each held Zhou Yi's arm.
Yan Qiu said with a hint of sadness: "I really want to go back to Fuzi Mountain again."
Xia Shu made a sad wish: "Is there still a chance to go back?"
Zhou Yi said, "Wolong Mountain can also be Confucius Mountain. Wherever we are, that is Confucius Mountain. Right?"
"Um!"
The two were silent for a while, then spoke in unison.
"Brother, can you teach us how to practice martial arts now?"
Their eyes were bright and full of anticipation.
Zhou Yi frowned and said, "This question shows that you are not yet fully cultivating your character. You still need to delve into the meaning of the classics."
Yan Qiu said "oh", Xia Shu still held on to hope and looked at her senior brother with eager eyes.
It seems like she wants him to change his mind.
Zhou Yi's face suddenly brightened:
"Be patient. Just like the Daoist names you choose for yourself, the gentle breeze and the bright moon are both eternal things in this world, and they have a sense of eternity. Your mind and nature should be like this too."
"If you teach the technique carelessly, you will only bring disgrace upon the name of this Dao."
"Besides, if you cultivate internal strength now, you might miss out on something."
Although the two had doubts, they just followed what they were told.
They read together by candlelight at night. At the end of the hour of Hai, Zhou Yi sent the two little Taoist boys to bed.
At three quarters past midnight, there was no more noise in the Wuzhuang Temple.
The grass and trees on the hilltop were covered in the moonlight, their branches were covered in night dew, and the sound of the wind was barely audible.
Zhou Yi didn't sleep, but instead took out a crumpled piece of oil paper.
Inside is a picture of practicing qigong and moving qi.
It was exactly the one that was obtained from the stone tablet in the emperor's tomb that day.
Zhou Yi would naturally study the extraordinary feat of cultivating demons in the heart of Taoism.
This exercise diagram is quite complicated, including the hand Jueyin pericardium meridian among the twelve main meridians, as well as the Ren meridian qi flow.
At first, Zhou Yi couldn't figure out how to perfectly connect the true qi in the two meridians.
So there has been no progress.
Until today
While exploring the monk's acupuncture points, he unexpectedly discovered the old monster's secret method.
He had a vague sense of inspiration.
One of them is the "Tianchi Point" in the Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian.
Tianchi comes from the kidney water, which is also the heart meridian, so the heart and kidney interact and yin and yang are combined.
The key to connecting the Ren meridian lies in the Tanzhong point.
The old monster must know more about the Dao Heart Demon than him. The Dan Zhong point is used to gather Qi. This time, the true Qi was absorbed into the Dan Zhong point of the monk with every breath. How could Zhou Yi forget it?
Time passed very quickly, and an hour went by in the blink of an eye.
It is late at Chou hour.
Zhou Yi took a deep breath and jumped lightly, his toes lightly touching the corner of the eaves, but there was no sound of any shaking.
The fireflies sleeping on the rooftop were startled, leaving green trails of several feet, and suddenly disappeared into the darkness.
The moon is high in the sky, shining on the hills like a white gauze.
Zhou Yi sat cross-legged in meditation, gazing at the dark place under the moonlight.
At this time, he sat cross-legged in meditation, channeling the true energy in the Tianchi acupoint to the Renmai, recalling the incomplete Dao Heart Planting Demon Method.
Qi follows skill!
In an instant, a horrible nightmare was born in my mind!
This is the inner demon that martial artists fear the most.
Zhou Yi possesses three methods of training the mind: the human world, the immortal mind of Zen, and the Great Yu Mo.
He faced his inner demons.
The surroundings were silent, with only the moon and the mountains shining together. People and their shadows were all silent. It was as if time froze at this moment, forever falling into the realm of darkness and light.
At this moment, he seemed to merge with the quiet night.
But only for a moment,
At this moment, his Tianchi true qi was successfully absorbed into the wind gap of the "Tanzhong Point".
Although the Danzhong point is not open, it still brings about a short burst of qi!
Just this one time is enough!
He was overjoyed, but this emotional fluctuation immediately caused the horrible nightmare to come again!
His face turned red in an instant and he almost vomited blood.
He quickly calmed himself down, regulated his breathing and meditated.
It was not until the end of the Chou hour that I started practicing again, and the Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian successfully connected to the Ren Meridian!
This is the reverse practice of the twelve main meridians entering the Ren and Du meridians, which is three or four levels more difficult than practicing them directly.
For Zhou Yi, the greatest function of the Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian is to use the subtle true energy contained therein to practice the Wind God Shadowless Sword.
At this time, this meridian is still running, and it is working in a strange way.
Zhou Yifu is very kind-hearted.
He jumped outside the Taoist temple, drew his sword and continued practicing [Chuan Shang Qing Ping].
The Wind God's Shadowless Sword has undergone tremendous changes.
He was activated by a certain chapter in "The Demon in the Heart of Taoism", and the sword was tainted with the evil spirit.
In an instant, Zhanlu was pitch black, the blade flashed with a sharp light, and the sword shadow was hidden in the darkness!
The devilish wind is blowing, and the murderous aura is fierce!
Zhou Yi's amazing spiritual wandering was interspersed among the demonic sword moves. If he could have the cultivation of a master, he would wear a black robe.
As soon as this sword is swung, others will exclaim "Demon Marshal".
Even if the Queen of Yin comes, she cannot deny his identity.
After all, this is the most profound and supreme volume among the four great books, "The Heavenly Demon Strategy".
So what if I only touch the threshold of a small article?
When the Queen of Yin saw it, she would say that his bloodline was pure.
Zhou Yi stopped practicing and changed his sword technique again. This time, he only used Xuanmen Qi in combination with Fengshen Wuying's original method.
The same sword move, this time it was ethereal and agile, difficult to capture.
That is the elegance bestowed on the swordsmanship by the martial arts masters of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. There is elegance in the wind, there is sword in the wind, and there is elegance in the sword.
River on the green ping, the mansion Hua Ye Zhen, riding high on the city wall, leaving the palace through the door
but
Zhou Yi was shocked to find that this demon in his heart was extremely strange.
When he was using the sword, I wanted to pull him into the Tanzhong acupoint.
Then, his Xuanmen skills turned into magic skills.
snort!
Zhou Yi slashed with his sword, and the black air on Zhanlu completely disappeared.
The abnormality in the body suddenly subsided.
Even the nightmare brought about by the demon in his heart could not have any effect on his spiritual platform.
Tempt me?
Zhou Yi smiled coldly.
Am I one of those old weirdos who have lost their minds?
Zhou Yi held his sword horizontally, and the Zhanlu shone with crystal moonlight, flowing on the sword like water:
"What demon? What Tao?"
"The essence of Laozi's Notes on Thinking of You is that you must be whatever Laozi wants you to be!"
"I am the greatest in the world!"
…
(End of this chapter)
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