"What kind of inner strength and mental method?"

Half an hour later, Wenren returned to the Fire Temple in silence, stared at the Taoist idiot who was searching around in the deep pit, and said with doubts on his face, "Even if there is any inner strength and mental method, it will probably be turned into powder long ago.

When the black dragon came out of its cave, it was like overwhelming mountains and seas, leaving nothing behind..."

"The original mental method is different. It is engraved on a stone tablet," Dao Chi jumped back and forth in the pit, rummaged here and there, and said in a low voice, "And it is a stone tablet carved from a meteorite from outer space. It will last forever!

"

Hearing the silence, he gave a soft ooh and said, neither salty nor indifferently, "Isn't the Five Thunders of your Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhengxin Jue already powerful enough? Why bother looking for other internal skills and mental methods..."

"The Five Thunders of Righteous Mind is just a small branch of it. That scripture is the general outline of the supreme heart method of Taoism!"

"So powerful? What's your name? I'll help you find it too!"

"Nei Jing..." The Taoist idiot glanced at the pit and jumped down. Wenren, who was searching diligently, remained silent and pursed his lips and said, "Even if you find it, it is impossible to practice it. It is probably impossible for anyone in this world to practice it.

Already..."

"Why?" Wenren said with a frown, "Does it require special training conditions?"

"It's not very special," the Taoist idiot said calmly, "The main reason is that no one can bear that kind of torture. Countless Taoist sages have personally tested it. There are only two results in practicing Nei Jing, either self-destruction and death, or mental disorder.

Crazy and crazy, I have to be imprisoned on the cliff of regret for the rest of my life..."

"With a heart as strong as a rock, isn't it enough to be perseverant?"

"Which of my Taoist ancestors is not a person who is as solid as a rock? He abides by his duty, does not exceed the rules, is not greedy for leisure, only pursues the road, and is as lonely as snow..."

"Ahem..." Hearing the man's silence, he coughed a few times, interrupted the Taoist idiot's self-praise, and asked, "Then what exactly are the conditions needed to practice Nei Jing?"

"The two heavens of ice and fire!" The Taoist idiot paused and added, "The two heavens of ice and fire from the inside out, and once you start practicing, you must not stop for a moment and complete it in one go."

"It's really intense, but if you do it in one go, you should be able to get through it as long as you endure it for a while."

"Everyone's understanding is different. What they can understand from the Heart Sutra is different, and the time for cultivation is also different. Some are long, some are short."

“How short is short?”

"The shortest one was a wizard from our Taoist sect a hundred years ago, which only took twelve hours..."

"Oh? Who is it? I also admire the Taoist sages very much and have read many related classics."

"You can't have heard of him, because he is from the secret family of our Longhu Mountain." Tao Chi's eyes suddenly became enthusiastic, and he said with admiration, "I have been watching the clouds on the top of the cliff for six years. I heard the Tao in the morning and became a peerless master in the evening.

Lie.'s understanding is extraordinary, otherwise it would not have been possible to practice the Nei Jing in just twelve hours. It's a pity, God is jealous of talents... My master is of a higher seniority, and he should be my junior uncle...

"

"Did he blow himself up?" Wenren Buyu picked out a medium-sized stone from the rock wall of the pit, looked at it briefly, threw it into the bottom of the pit, and said lightly, "Or...it became

Madman, what kind of cliff of repentance did you go to?"

"None of them," the Taoist Chi shook his head and sighed, "He didn't want anyone in the Taoist sect to die because of the Nei Jing, so he took the stone tablet down the mountain and became a farmer. Then he met the black dragon and was martyred in the end..."

"Can you defeat the black dragon even after practicing the Heart Sutra?"

"Of course he can beat him...he was swallowed by the black dragon voluntarily."

"So, he's still crazy."

"What do you know, the best way to achieve peace in the world... Anyway, today I will tell you about this little-known secret allusion of my Taoist sect, so that you know that not only Confucianism has heroes who sacrificed their lives to become benevolent, but I, the Taoist school, also have many stories!

Let’s start with a village a hundred years ago…”

It was a time of chaos when all the heroes came together. The former Min Dynasty had not yet unified the world, and ruled across the river from the most powerful Chu State. There were many small countries with strong soldiers and horses nearby. War broke out frequently and the fields were filled with dead bones.

At that time, the people often couldn't tell which country they were from, because it was possible that yesterday they were under the rule of King Wei, but today they have become good citizens of Qi.

Longhu Mountain is aloof from the world, so there is no need to worry about the change of dynasties, and there will be no trouble for any great king to be troubled by a group of Taoist priests.

However, when the disciples of Longhu Mountain go down the mountain to practice, they will inevitably get involved in some worldly disputes, as is the case with the Taoist idiot's little master uncle.

The Taoist idiot's little uncle went down the mountain for the first time when he had not yet mastered the Nei Jing. At that time, he was only a ten-year-old Taoist priest. He went down the mountain alone to practice, and his mind was not yet mature.

When passing by a small village on the border of Damin, the young uncle in a moment of bravery killed several bandits who were burning, killing and looting. He thought he would be regarded as a hero by the villagers like those stories told, but he never thought that he would be killed that night.

At the celebration banquet, the village chief drugged her and gave her to the bandit leader on the mountain in a bundle, in order to beg the bandit leader to let him and the rest of the village go.

The bandit leader showed his gratitude and cut off the village chief's head with a cruel smile. Then he waved his sword and tried to stamp off the little uncle's hands and feet, slowly torturing him to death.

At the moment when the sword was swung down, a big black-scaled snake came out from nowhere, bit off the bandit leader's arm holding the sword, and quickly picked up the little uncle and jumped into the forest amidst a dense rain of arrows.

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Perhaps the original intention of the black-scaled snake was to keep the little uncle as rations for the winter, but later it became so full of iron arrows that it had no appetite to eat anymore.

But in the eyes of the young uncle, this big snake was his savior. After grinding off the rope with a stone, he searched for herbs in the mountains to treat the black-scaled snake's arrow wounds.

Human beings are not grass and trees, so they can be ruthless, and the same is true for snakes.

One person and one snake got along for dozens of days, and gradually became good friends. The young uncle did not kill the big snake to eliminate harm to the people, and the big black-scaled snake did not swallow the young uncle to satisfy his hunger.

On a dark starry night, the young uncle returned to the village with the big snake. He happened to encounter the bandits who were doing evil again. He still did not hesitate to rescue the villagers, and together with the black-scaled big snake, he killed all the bandits, and even

The bandit leader's head was also missing, and he drank in anger on the spot.

But this time, he still did not get the gratitude of the villagers. Because there was a big snake beside him, the villagers regarded him as a monster. Some trembled and did not dare to come near, while others uttered evil words and told him to get out of the village immediately.

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The young uncle had no choice but to leave the village in despair. After staying in the mountains with the black-scaled snake for a few days, he set off back to Longhu Mountain.

Before parting, the Black Scaled Orochi gave one of his scales to his junior uncle as a gift, and the young master's uncle passed on Longhu Mountain's unique breathing method, Turtle Breathing Technique, to the Black Scaled Orochi, and asked the Black Scaled Orochi to

If you're really hungry, just hunt the wild beasts in the mountains, but don't go down the mountain to hurt anyone.

The black-scaled snake who had learned the Turtle Breathing Technique was not as hungry as before, so he naturally nodded in agreement and reluctantly watched his junior uncle go down the mountain.

Six years later, the little uncle who was regretting his mistakes stepped into the ranks of peerless masters and became the most dazzling genius Taoist priest in Longhu Mountain. He proudly asked to practice the inner canon on the secret stone tablet.

At that time, the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain was also the senior brother of my junior uncle. After painstaking efforts to persuade him to no avail, he had no choice but to take his junior uncle to the secret glacial magma realm of Longhu Mountain.

The young uncle stared at the stone tablet on the top of the cave with excitement, jumped to the open space between the glacier and the volcanic lava, sat cross-legged, and began to practice the Nei Jing on the stone tablet.

If you want to gain something, you must give up something. No one can succeed casually.

After twelve consecutive hours of hard training, the young master finally mastered the Nei Jing, but he also paid a heavy price.

His hair turned gray overnight, his life span disappeared for decades, and he only had a few years left to live.

The young uncle who had just learned the magic skill felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Looking at the wrinkles on his face in the glacier, he sighed sadly, pulled off the stone tablet on the top of the cave and left Longhu Mountain, in a small wilderness village.

I became a lonely old farmer, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and ended my remaining life.

If heaven does not fulfill people's wishes, naturally they will not allow the young master uncle to enjoy his old age in peace.

One day, the young uncle finished harvesting the crops in the field and was about to go home to rest. Suddenly, he saw the villagers from the next village holding sickles and rakes and rushing into the mountains menacingly. He frowned, thinking that there were some tigers, leopards and jackals in the mountains.

, followed immediately, planning to kill the ferocious beast secretly.

The further they walked, the more uneasy the young uncle became, because the direction those villagers were running was exactly where he buried the inner scripture... Could it be that someone discovered his stone tablet?

Thinking about this, the young uncle immediately quickened his pace and made a few leaps to the place where he buried the stone tablet. When he was about to go over to check, he saw a familiar black shadow.

It was the big black-scaled snake that I found by following my uncle's breath on the stone tablet!

The black-scaled snake was surrounded by many villagers, all of whom held up the "weapons" in their hands angrily and yelled!

"Kill it! It has grown so big, I don't know how many people it has eaten!"

"Yes, yes! Li Da went up the mountain a few days ago and hasn't returned yet. He was probably eaten by it!"

"That's right... I saw with my own eyes that Li Da was swallowed by it, and he didn't even spit out the bones!"

"Everyone, come together! Revenge for Li Da!"

"Who is Li Da..."

"Why do you care so much! Just follow along...to avenge Li Da and eliminate harm to Heizi Village!"

Listening to the noisy shouting in his ears, the young uncle looked blankly at the black-scaled snake guarding the stone tablet for a moment, then sighed deeply, stood between the black-scaled snake and the villagers, and said in a gentle tone, "Everything is

You have spirits, please don’t shout and kill indiscriminately..."

"You're crazy, old man!" a villager shouted, "leave quickly, that beast doesn't recognize people..."

But at this moment, the big black-scaled snake seemed to recognize the little uncle, its pupils shrank, spit out the letter, licked the little uncle's back, and hissed excitedly.

The young uncle touched the head of the black-scaled snake lovingly, looked sideways at the villagers and said, "Look, it is actually very kind and will not hurt anyone."

"Monster!" Another villager pointed at the young uncle and said with a horrified look, "I have heard people say before that there was once a snake spirit who cultivated human form on the border of Damin. He brought a big python and caused trouble everywhere.

Everyone in the village ate everything, not even a hair was left!”

An old woman suddenly said, "This man came to the next village recently. I heard Aunt Wang say... One night, she saw this man tearing apart a big bad wolf with his bare hands on the mountain... How could a person do that?"

It must be a monster!"

A child with a snotty nose interjected, "But... this old uncle gave me a grilled carp the day before yesterday... In the story, monsters like to eat children the most, but he didn't eat me..."

"What do you know!" A young man next to him slapped the child on the back of the head and said sternly, "He did it to deceive you, so that you will have no defense in the future and you can eat it whenever you want!"

The young uncle smiled bitterly, took out a sickle from his waist, slashed it on the palm of his left hand, and faced the villagers with the bleeding wound. He said helplessly, "Did you see it? I bleed. I am a human, not a monster."
To be continued...