Donghuazhou.

Cangwu Mountain, good at the Yuan Temple.

Zhang Yan slowly retreated from the tranquility. He felt his mind clear and his eyes clear, his breathing seemed to be there and there was a light and relaxing feeling all over his body, which was obviously improved.

But there was no joy on his face.

"Although this breathing technique makes me light and strong, and is a little stronger than a mortal, it is not the right way. Practicing until I die of old age is just light and strong, with clear ears and eyes. If I wait for the opportunity now, not to mention the difficulty of the great way, even the livelihood will be difficult. I can't say that I will take risks today."

Just take this step and you will advance without retreat.

Zhang Yan pondered. Although he had already calculated the gains and losses, he was bound to worry about gains and losses when he was about to take the lead.

He subconsciously held a piece of crystal-clear and moist jade in his hand and gently rubbed it. Suddenly, a delicate touch like grease and smooth skin came from his fingers, and his slightly irritable mood gradually calmed down.

He couldn't help but smile. Since he was no longer the original Zhang Yan, he should do whatever he wanted and give me back to my original state, and I could put aside all my past concerns.

Thinking of this, he felt a sense of relief. It was obvious that after he let go of his mind, he finally perfectly fitted with this specific body.

Ten days ago, the meteor fell from the sky in the back mountain of Cangwu. The original owner of this body accidentally picked up the broken jade falling from the sky. He didn't know that he had no time to see it and fell to death on the spot.

Zhang Yan, who had been struggling in the doomsday world for seven years but died unexpectedly because of the retreat of the camp, was able to reborn as a young man of the same name and surname.

Zhang Yan, one of the three major lower courts of the Mingcang sect, is a registered disciple of Shanyuan Temple.

His predecessor was originally from an official family. At the age of sixteen, he came to Shanyuan to visit Taoism and seek immortality with guidance from experts. However, three years passed quickly. Apart from learning some breathing techniques to strengthen the body, he did not learn the legendary magic method of immortals.

The master once told him that if he wants to enter the Xuanmen, he must first build the Yuan Ling, open the immortal vein, expel the mortal body, and plant the mysterious roots!

This is actually talking about the first threshold that practitioners need to face during the journey of practicing Taoism - opening the meridians!

Only by opening up the immortal veins and washing away the dust and dirt can one practice the legendary immortal techniques and step into the Xuanmen Avenue from then on. Even if you practice the ordinary breathing technique for another thirty or fifty years, you will not be able to enter the Immortal Family.

After all, if you don’t open your pulse, you won’t become an immortal!

If you can't do this, you will simply stop the idea of ​​the immortal path!

The so-called journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the nine-story platform starts with building soil. Opening the veins does not happen overnight. First, you must condense the energy and build the essence. However, this step only makes Zhang Yan feel helpless.

His predecessor repeatedly practiced the introductory mind method for three years. Whenever he went to the master of the Contemporary School to seek further methods, the master just told him that the opportunity had not come and his merits had not yet come, so that he could practice more carefully.

In front of me, I was just a simple and simple boy, without any experience of human nature, nor any guidance from others. I thought that this was true. I was practicing hard regardless of summer, summer, winter, and I spent three hours a day on this magic trick.

Zhang Yan could only smile bitterly. This person was too honest and really believed in this kind of remarks?

Although he has occupied this body for not long, he can also see from some clues that the so-called opportunity is money and filial piety? Without money and not talented people, who would take care of you, an inconspicuous registered disciple?

Fortunately, there will be gains when there are mistakes. What made Zhang Yanjie masturbate was that after years of hard training, this body has laid an extremely solid foundation. I am afraid that no one in Shanyuan Temple has paid attention to the introductory mental method as much as he does.

You should know that this set of mind methods is called "One Qi Qing Sutra", which means that Tao produces one, one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things. The "One Qi Qing Sutra" is obtained by the word "one", which can be said to be the beginning of all great ways.

As the cultivation of practitioners becomes more and more profound, the cultivation methods will be divided into high and low levels, but at the beginning, "one" was the same path, and there were almost no difference. Most of the authentic scholars in the world use this breathing technique as the most fundamental basis for entry.

But this is only the most superficial mental method after all. Without the extradition of the superior method, no matter how good the foundation is, it cannot be sprouted and fruited.

After experiencing the catastrophe of the last life, Zhang Yan deeply felt the powerlessness and insignificance of mortals in the face of various natural disasters and viruses, so his desire for the Tao is far more intense than anyone else.

Since you have come to this world, you must never miss the Great Way of Eternal Life!

Although he had great determination and perseverance, there were more urgent things to consider now. After three years of practicing Taoism, his predecessor was not in production, and the money he brought up the mountain was barely used up. Now he had no money except cooking a small cauldron and a set of pens, ink, paper and ink, and now he can only wrap his belly with wild vegetables every day.

It is still difficult to make a living, so how can you talk about seeking the path of immortality?

Practicing Taoism is not about escaping into the mountains and not living in the world, but rather a matter that consumes money and food. It is not a wealthy family, so you can't stand it.

Of course, those who are talented and talented and favored by the master are naturally a different matter.

But if you take the initiative to go up the mountain like Zhang Yan, you will have to bear all the expenses yourself.

Over the past few days, Zhang Yan has been thinking hard about how to solve the dilemma in front of him, but he has come up with a solution for him. If the plan is done properly, it will not only solve the current problems, but also enter the sight of Master Shanyuan Temple.

But this method takes a certain risk and takes a wrong step, it will be doomed. However, since God has given him this opportunity, it is absolutely impossible to ask him to abandon the road and go down the mountain.

He can only move forward, not backward.

The so-called arrow is on the string and you have to fire it!

In his opinion, Zhang Yan used to only know how to practice behind closed doors and did not know how to dig out his own wealth.

Because my predecessor was originally a scholar, I spent a lot of effort on studying the words "evil" used by practitioners.

Almost all Taoist scriptures are written in this text, which can be said to be the foundation of Taoism.

In Zhang Yan's view, the "code" of the Taoist practitioner is more accurate than the words. Each "code" is a word and a thousand meanings. After the sentence is written, it is more like a heavenly book. To understand it, you must not only rely on your talents and understanding, but also use bamboo chips to make deductions, make a general idea, and then you can gain something after you have a detailed understanding.

Such interpretations are half based on divination and half based on guessing. It is often time-consuming to read, and of course there is no efficiency. There are many people who hold Taoist books in their hands and cannot understand their meaning for three or five years, which makes most practitioners feel headache.

If you are unwilling to spend time and hard work, you can go to the Master of Confucianism to ask for advice, and then you have to see if you have enough "opportunities".

Perhaps after two lifetimes of being a human being, Zhang Yan, who was already very talented in the eclipse, felt that he was more agile and agile now. Not only did he rarely make mistakes in deducing the culprit, but he was even several times faster than usual. He could rely on helping others to interpret the eclipse in exchange for money.

But that's all, it's not enough.

He held the broken jade in his hand and couldn't help but smile. With it, he would be even more confident.

He looked up at the sky. It was already Chen Shi. The sky was shining brightly outside and the mountain mist dissipated. He grew up and raised his long-prepared bamboo basket, held a bamboo banner in his hand, and walked out slowly.

His residence was the cave wall rock mansion opened on the cliff of Shanyuan Guan, which was convenient for people to go up the mountain to seek meditation and shelter. Outside the cave, a wooden plank road was built for passage. There was no guardrail on the outside. Within three steps, there was a cliff that was terrifying.

However, he lived here alone for three years and had already seen the scenery in front of him as smooth as a road. Naturally, he walked easily and walked straight out of the plank road and walked along the mountain road.

There are 18 peaks and 36 water streams in Cangwu Mountain. At the top of the ninth peak, Yueqiong Peak, there is a flat and smooth huge rock here, called "Thousand People Rock". Whenever the sun rises in the east and the clouds fly, hundreds of disciples in Shanyuan Temple get up early to vomit the old and bring new things, and eat the essence of heaven and earth.

It took about half an hour to go from Wangxing Peak where Zhang Yan lived to Qianzhangyan. When he arrived here, the morning class of the disciples had already dispersed. Only some disciples gathered together to talk about their experience in practicing Taoism. He didn't pay much attention to it. He looked for a pavilion with a wide view, sat down on a stone bench, then picked up the bamboo banner, put on the pen, ink, paper and ink, and sat there.

Not long after, he walked over on the stone steps in front of the pavilion. He looked at the bamboo banner, then looked at Zhang Yan, and glared: "Explaining the Book of Evil Wen Dao? Brother, you don't have a high level of cultivation, so how dare you say such big words?"

The person who came was about twenty years old, with wide arms and round waist, thick figure, wearing a green Taoist robe, with sleeves rolled to his forearm, revealing his strong muscles. His eyes were bright and his face was faintly tan. You could tell at a glance that Zhu Yuan had achieved success and had entered the realm of "condensing the Yuan and showing his mind". People with this kind of cultivation should have a great background.

His doubts are obviously correct. Generally speaking, whether you can interpret the erosion text has a lot to do with a person's cultivation. If you haven't reached that point, how can you explain the meaning of the book to others? The deeper the pool, the more water it will hold. This is an irrefutable truth.

Of course, if someone spends his whole life and studies literature, he may also achieve something, such as those who know that there is no hope of practicing Taoism and are deeply interested in mysterious principles. But these people are first and foremost, they are people who have no worries about food and clothing, and they are all people who spend their whole lives in their entire lives.

Zhang Yan seemed to be under twenty years old and did not even succeed in Zhuyuan. It can be said that he could not say that he had any cultivation level. How could he be convinced?

Zhang Yan smiled, with a very gentle and polite expression. He stood up and bowed, and said, "You can give it a try."

Seeing that Zhang Yan looked calm, as if he was really a little trick, the man couldn't help but feel curious and bowed: "I'm going down to Min Tower, a disciple of Dexiu Temple. I don't know what this junior brother is called?"

Zhang Yan returned to the court and said, "I dare not, Zhang Yan is the disciple of Shanyuan Temple."

Dexiu Temple and Shanyuan Temple are both one of the three lower courts of the Mingcang Sect. The disciples of the two sects often go back and forth to discuss the truth. However, a major incident happened in Cangwu Mountain these days, so many disciples of the Three Views gathered. Most of them lived in Yueqiong Peak, where the mountain was relatively flat.

Min Lou smiled loudly, sat down in front of Zhang Yan, and said, "I don't know what the key is to interpret the eclipse in junior brother?"

"Rice and silver can be replaced." Zhang Yan pointed to a line of inconspicuous small characters under the corner of the long banner. The first thing he had to solve was the livelihood problem, which was the top priority in front of him.

Min Lou looked at it and found that Zhang Yan didn't ask for much. If he could really interpret the erosion article, it would be considered a "sold".

"Okay, I can still afford to pay for rice, grain, money. Come on, I have a Taoist book here." Min Lou was also a cheerful person. He took out a thin Taoist book from his arms and patted it on the stone table with a joking look, "Please take a look!"

Zhang Yan calmly took the Taoist book, flipped through a few pages, smiled slightly, took the pen and dipped it in ink, and without thinking, he wrote quickly on the white paper.

Min Lou's expression froze and said in surprise: "Oh, don't you need bamboo shoots to deduce?"

Usually, when interpreting Taoist books, he uses bamboo shoots to calculate and infer, and does not use bamboo shoots. He has only seen such skills with several introductory senior brothers with advanced cultivation.

"Need not."

Zhang Yan didn't raise his head. Although his tone was plain, the confidence in it was enough to infect others. Although Min Lou was still half-believing and half-doubted, his expression became a little bit serious from the original playfulness.

Zhang Yan turned over dozens of pages, but did not feel any obstacles. Yes, if it were Gao Ming Dao Shu, the other party would not be willing to take it out and watch it for him at will. But after turning a few more pages, he frowned and couldn't help but pause slightly.

Min Lou glanced at Zhang Yan's expression and couldn't help but smile.

The contents of the Taoist book are nothing, but there are several obstacles that are quite puzzling. He asked a senior brother to read them through. Even so, there are still some obscure details in it. He still has questions. He does not believe that a registered disciple of the other party can interpret it.

Although he encountered a difficult situation, Zhang Yan was not panicked. Instead, he quietly held the broken jade in his sleeve with his left hand and immersed himself in it. After a while, he continued to write again.

In Min Lou's opinion, Zhang Yan just closed his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment, then picked up his pen and wrote down again, and he couldn't help but look puzzled. Then he suddenly realized that Zhang Yan should have skipped this paragraph, but this is also a common thing for interpreting erosion. This time he was just a whim and had a little teasing meaning, so he didn't expect any result.

About half an hour later, Zhang Yan's pen tip was raised heavily, and finally finished the pen. Then he picked up the white paper and blew it dry and handed it to Min Lou.

Min Lou took it with a smile, glanced at it, and praised casually: "Good words, good words."

However, after a few more glances, he was surprised. The more he looked, the more he was surprised, and finally he stood up suddenly and looked at Zhang Yan in a daze.

The words used in this Taoist Script are very concise and incisive. It can be seen that Zhang Yan is not only a scholar, but also has great achievements in the art of eroding literature. Not only that, he also wrote all his original doubts clearly. You must know that this was interpreted in less than an hour.

Min Lou's eyes at Zhang Yan were immediately different. He changed into an expression of admiration and said sincerely: "Senior brother is good, I'll accept it." He questioned Zhang Yan before because he didn't believe that the other party had this ability. Now he saw that Zhang Yan had real materials, and his attitude and tone immediately became much more respectful.

Zhang Yan bowed and said, "I am ashamed, I only rely on this to make a living."

Min Lou raised the paper in his hand and laughed: "Senior brother has this ability, why are he worried about his livelihood? I want to bother with those brothers in the future."

He could interpret Taoist books with just a little bit of rice, grain, money and goods. For him, he had a big advantage! Although Zhang Yan is in a downturn, he will definitely have a day to make a name for himself in the future. If someone like this doesn't make friends with him now, he will not have that opportunity in the future.

Zhang Yan immediately stood up, bowed and said, "That's the case, I'll thank you for your success."

Min Lou was stunned and then laughed: "Senior Brother Zhang is also a wonderful person!"

Zhang Yan smiled but didn't say anything. Not everyone was as confident in himself as Min Lou. However, since he said he was willing to find his brothers to take care of his "business", no matter whether he was polite or not, he would just say it to death first so that he could not refuse. Moreover, it seems that Min Lou is not an ordinary disciple of Taoism. After a while, he can naturally find friendship. Why not do it?

Min Lou immediately said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he did not mention money, and Zhang Yan did not ask much. He looked confident, as if both of them had forgotten this point.

At noon, each of the four servants dressed in a wheelbarrow came to Qianzhangyan Pavilion, and the first one saluted Zhang Yan respectfully and said, "But Mr. Zhang? We are Mr. Min, and we follow the instructions of the young master to send the rice, grain and money to the young master's residence."

Zhang Yan nodded and said, "Everyone is waiting for now."

He was not in a hurry to turn around, and these servants did not look impatient and waited quietly. This scene naturally attracted many people to stop and watch.

However, on this day, no one came to take care of his business except Min Lou. Only a few people asked for a few questions. No matter who they were, Zhang Yan answered one by one. He closed his stall until the sun was west and brought four servants to the wheelbarrow back to live.

Not long after Zhang Yan left, a middle-aged scholar in his early thirties rushed over, but found that he had already left the pavilion and could not help but pause his feet, his face full of annoyance.

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Chapter completed!