"Zixia Jue", one of the Four Books of Tianlong, is the most difficult local-level high-level skill to practice. It is not that the content and skills recorded in "Zixia Jue" are profound, obscure and difficult to understand, but that practicing "Zixia Jue"
Jue" is definitely not something that can be accomplished overnight, otherwise Tang Hui would not have told Tang Yan before going into seclusion that it would take "at least a few years, or at most hundreds of years" to get out of seclusion.
"Purple Cloud Jue" collects the purple energy produced at the moment when the sun rises and the moon sets between the sky and the earth, and the sun and the moon alternate. The cultivator absorbs this purple energy to temper the internal organs and achieve the effect of strengthening the spell.
Water drops penetrate rocks, and ropes cut through trees.
The daily practice of "Zixia Jue" only lasts for a cup of tea in the early morning. After that, purple energy can no longer breed between heaven and earth. Therefore, it will take countless years for cultivators to practice "Zixia Jue" to perfection.
If "Zixia Jue" hadn't enhanced the power of spells and strengthened the internal organs, it would have been completely useless among a large number of high-level exercises at the prefecture level.
"Mountains and Rivers Art" absorbs the energy of mountains and rivers. How can the demon clan's holy land lack the energy of mountains, rivers and earths if it has hundreds of thousands of mountains? Even if it is a human territory, there is no shortage of famous mountains and rivers. Therefore, practicing "Mountains and Rivers" is the easiest way to achieve great success.
Yes, Tang Hui has already mastered the "Shanhe Jue" to the pinnacle.
The second is "Emperor Jue". "Emperor Jue" is not a technique tailor-made for the current emperor or emperor. Practicing "Emperor Jue" is to absorb the dynasty's luck. As for luck and merit, it is better than the heaven, spirit and earth.
Qi and the essence of the sun and moon are even more mysterious. Without the secret book of "Emperor's Secret" in hand, Tang Hui can't even see the luck of luck.
But luck does exist, just like air. This thing cannot be seen, touched, or smelled. But no one denies the existence of air, so luck also exists objectively.
The final "Lingyuan Jue" is to turn all the 108 acupoints around the body into small Dantians in the shape of a cyclone. The nine cyclones are equivalent to the Dantian under the lower abdomen. Once you have mastered the "Lingyuan Jue",
It is equivalent to twelve times the spiritual power reserve of other ordinary monks.
Tang Huiguang transformed the five internal organs of the body into five dantians, and exhausted countless spiritual stones, elixirs, magic weapons, and even genius treasures to fill the spiritual power of the other five dantians. If he wanted to convert the body to 108
When an acupuncture point is transformed into a Dantian, it must be supported by spiritual veins.
After Tang Hui brushed Wei Yang off, he stood alone in front of the window and fell into deep thought, as if he had figured out the mystery behind his failure to attack the Jindan realm.
Throughout his training history, he first cultivated demon power in Langya Mountain, then spiritual power in the Lotus Peak of the Beast Control Sect, ghost power in the Tongue-pulling Hell of Bibo Pond in Jiuhua Mountain, and then the "Shanhe Jue".
"What is absorbed is the energy of mountains, rivers and earth veins. Now practicing "Zixia Jue" absorbs the purple energy produced by the alternation of the sun and the moon.
The complexity of his cultivation is unheard of and unseen by the entire monastic world.
The essence of the sun and moon, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the power of evil spirits, the energy of mountains and rivers, and the purple energy of the sun and moon.
His Dantian is filled with all kinds of power.
As the saying goes: "There are specialties in every profession."
After all, people's energy is limited and they can only achieve success in one of them. Tang Hui is like a big melting pot, covering everything. He practices the demon clan's cultivation method, the human race's cultivation method, and the ghost tribe's cultivation method.
Pass.
He was greedy for more than he could chew, so much so that he tried to attack the realm of elixir formation and achieve colorful golden elixirs. It was like a sudden dream that shattered into nothing with just a slight touch.
Tang Hui has also seen the golden elixir of Poison Toad, one of the seventy-two cave demon kings. According to common sense, he should belong to the demon clan, absorbing the holy embryo energy and essence of Poison Toad, supplemented by countless high-grade elixirs.
Even if the eight-leaf dragon flower that is twenty thousand years old is calcined with glass pure fire, not only will it produce six golden elixirs, it should be a matter of course that it will produce one demon clan golden elixir.
In fact, it was Tang Hui who got distracted at this time.
He thought that other golden elixir cultivators only had one lower dantian, which would naturally produce one golden elixir; he had six dantians, so he should achieve six golden elixirs.
In fact, there is no shortage of people with outstanding talents in the world of cultivation. They cultivated the second dantian of Tanzhong point, but they still only cultivated one golden elixir. According to Tang Hui's understanding, if he practiced "Lingyuan Jue", wouldn't it be necessary?
Cultivation of one hundred and eight golden elixirs?!
This is absolutely impossible!
The golden elixir is the trinity of the cultivator’s essence, qi, and spirit, which in turn gives birth to the Yuanying and Yuanshen.
There is always only one natal soul, so the golden elixir that gives birth to the soul and even the soul can only have one and only one. As for the so-called second soul or external incarnation, it is just a trace of the split soul.
After thinking through this level, Tang Hui suddenly realized it, like an enlightenment.
Now there is no demonic power, no spiritual power, and no ghost power in his Dantian. Everything ceases to exist under the burning of the Forbidden Fire of Glaze.
Whether it is demon power, spiritual power, or ghost power, it all belongs to mana.
Blessings are where misfortune lies, misfortunes are where blessings lie.
Losing all his mana this time gave Tang Hui a chance to start from scratch, at least he wouldn't be able to practice as many mana as he did last time.
Of course, ghost power will not be considered by Tang Hui, so should he cultivate the demon power of the demon clan or the spiritual power of the human race?
Tang Hui murmured, relying on his semi-immortal body, Tang Hui's speed of re-cultivation is definitely no less than that of "Buddha", "Tao Ying", "Martial Embryo", "Sword Embryo" and other cultivators.
At this time, Tang Hui looked at the brass incense burner placed on the table out of the corner of his eye, and then he smiled and made a decision in his heart to practice spiritual power.
This brass incense burner is not a great magic weapon, but a low-grade spiritual weapon. Ordinary low-grade spiritual weapons are not worth five or six hundred medium-grade spiritual stones, but this brass incense burner is different.
This brass incense burner is actually not an incense burner, but an alchemy furnace, and it was one of the alchemy furnaces of Yaowang Valley’s Yaoshen Sect before it fell. Tang Hui once left his body and wandered into the alchemy room of Yaowang Valley, and there were many semi-finished products.
The elixirs are stored in the alchemy furnace, so you can tell at a glance that this brass incense burner is an alchemy incense burner.
With the destruction of Yaoshen Sect, one of the ten sects, the leader Zhao Huangchao disappeared, and after the demon king of the Seventy-two Cave of the Demon Clan left, the ruins of Yaowang Valley were naturally robbed by the majority of casual cultivators or monks from small sects.
, even digging three feet into the ground, hoping to find a few fallen pills.
It is estimated that this brass incense burner has gone through several twists and turns in the past few months and somehow ended up in the Peach Blossom Tower in Jingzhou City.
According to common sense, things in the world of cultivation generally do not fall into the hands of mortals, but this brass incense burner is obviously an exception. Or maybe a certain cultivator took this after having an affair in Peach Blossom House and had no money to pay the bill.
Brass incense burner to pay debts.
Tang Hui does not intend to absorb the thin spiritual energy free between heaven and earth in a step-by-step manner. It will take hundreds of years to restore the six Dantians to their peak stage and late-stage cultivation. With the spiritual veins possessed by the remaining nine sects, he is now
He didn't have the strength to grab it. As for the spiritual stone and spiritual veins, the third disciple Ye Chao had been asked to go look for it. The only way left was to make elixirs.
Directly swallowing heavenly materials and earthly treasures, obviously without arranging auxiliary materials, the effect of the refined elixir is obvious.
Anyway, he had both the alchemy furnace and the tinder for the glazed fire, but what he lacked was the elixir recipe.
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A Taoist temple is a place to observe Taoism.
A monk is a person who is born in the world.
Qingrong Temple in Jingzhou City is famous for its towering ancient trees. The road to the Taoist temple to burn incense is covered with greenery. It is an excellent place for dignitaries in Jingzhou City to escape the summer heat.
Qingrong Temple has always had a close relationship with officials of all sizes in Jingzhou City. For example, Wei Hongwu, the lord of Jingzhou City who advocated Taoism, although he did not become a disciple, he became "sir" to Taoist Qinghuai, the master of the temple. As for his
The staff immortal master was recommended by Taoist Qinghuai.
Nowadays, the prosperous dynasty advocates Taoism and exterminates Buddhism. Many monks and monks rush to Taoist temples to take refuge. Qingrong Temple has also opened its door to "escape from the summer". Most of them are not turned away. Fortunately, the incense in Qingrong Temple is flourishing, otherwise I am afraid that so many people would have been killed.
Open your mouth too much and eat it hard.
Honoring Buddha and denouncing Buddha, advocating Taoism and suppressing Taoism are nothing more than the political tactics of the emperor of the prosperous dynasty.
Among the monks who stayed in Qingrong Temple, Zen Master Yideng was the most famous. In the past six months, the monks had been discussing with each other. The debates on Buddhism and Taoism between the two sides were not closed doors, and Jingzhou scholars flocked to them. Regardless of whether they understood or not, it seemed that
If you don't listen to it, it will be unbearable.
At night, the night of the Taoist temple is almost ink, with only one lantern hung in one place. The lights are dim, and two unfamiliar tunes that are not shunned by vulgarity are played alternately.
Some unique flavors.
The old Taoist with fair hair and childish face, holding a fly whisk in his arms, was sitting on the ground with his back against the pillars. He was the Qinghuai Taoist who was proficient in Zhaijiao rituals. There was an old monk beside him who clapped his hands gently and was humming a sentence: "Take the mud from the swallow's mouth.
He shaved off the golden makeup on the Buddha's face, peeled off the flesh of the mosquito's legs..." He was the Zen Master Yideng who fled from Yanzhou to Jingzhou during the catastrophe of destroying the Buddha.
People were still there at the end of the song, and the two old men looked at each other and smiled.
Zen Master Yideng asked softly: "Old friend of Qinghuai, the poor monk heard that there was a Lei family's guqin in Qingrong Temple in Yanzhou. When Lei family followed the conquered monarch to death, there were more than a hundred guqins in the family's collection.
After smashing them all, it can be said that it has lost its sound. I wonder if this harp can still play music?"
The old Taoist said regretfully: "When the poor Taoist took possession of it, most of the 'Rounding the Hall Thunder' had been burned away, and not a single string was left. Every time the people who survived the country's subjugation looked forward to it, they cried."
Zen Master Yideng sighed: "Dependence arises and fate perishes."
The old Taoist raised his head to look at the high hanging lantern, and suddenly laughed and said: "Buddhism and Taoism are not just blue flies competing for blood, and termites competing for nests."
The old monk nodded, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you think of Wei Hongwu, the Lord of Jingzhou City?"
The Taoist also spoke freely and said, "My heart towards the Tao is firm."
The old monk had a calm smile, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle. The Taoist was looking at the red lantern, while the monk tilted his head and looked at a string of windless and mute iron horse wind chimes.
"Dong...dong"
There was a knock on the door. Taoist Qinghuai counted his fingers, frowned slightly and said, "Why is it him?"
Standing at the door is Wei Yang, the eldest son of Wei Hongwu, the lord of Jingzhou City.