When Meng Xiuyuan was young in his previous life, he made great efforts to read Taoist canon in the library of Wudang Mountain.
Although his talent and understanding were limited, most of his energy was later absorbed by martial arts, and his understanding of Dao Zang was far inferior to that of the seven senior brothers above, but after all, he did not gain anything.
As he walked around, many Taoist scriptures were familiar to him, and the famous "Huang Ting Jing" was naturally among them.
Moreover, because the "Huang Ting Jing" has always been regarded by alchemists as "the jade law of learning immortality and the golden science of cultivating Taoism", it has been promoted to the status of the ancestral book of alchemy. Meng Xiuyuan attaches great importance to it and has done some understanding of its background.
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"Huangting Sutra" consists of two parts: "Huangting Sutra of External Scenery" and "Huangting Sutra of Internal Scenery". The core content of the two parts is roughly the same.
These two books were first leaked from Mrs. Wei Cunhua, the first master of the Shangqing sect in the Jin Dynasty, and became popular in the world. She claimed that this sutra was passed down by Laozi, but this is obviously not true and is just an excuse.
More realistically speaking, the rhyme of the "Outer Scenery" is older than that of the "Inner Scenery"; the rhyme of the "Outer Scenery" can be traced back to the Qin and Han Dynasties, but not as late as the Three Kingdoms; the rhyme of the "Inner Scenery" is consistent with the rhyme used in the poetry of the Eastern Han, Wei, and Jin Dynasties.
From this we can roughly guess when it was written, but the specific author is unknown.
Of course, it doesn't matter who wrote the book, what matters is the content.
Before Meng Xiuyuan traveled through his first life, he had heard the saying that "reciting Huang Ting quietly thousands of times can lead to insight into ghosts and gods, harmonize the three souls and five spirits, and lead to eternal life." However, at that time, he thought it was just a good wish of the ancients.
, so I didn’t pay too much attention to it.
Later, he traveled through time and was reborn as Meng Shaoxia of the Wudang Sect. When he came to a world where internal energy existed, many of Meng Xiuyuan's common senses were shattered. He then became suspicious of all the unknown things and did not rush to confirm or deny them.
Cultivation of immortality is very touching, so Meng Xiuyuan went to study the "Huang Ting Sutra". Unfortunately, his ability was limited and he couldn't understand it well. He also asked Song Yuanqiao for advice. The senior brother said that he could understand it better, but he couldn't understand it to Meng Xiuyuan.
Helpless, it was not until Zhang Sanfeng finally returned after finding the black jade intermittent ointment that Meng Xiuyuan finally found someone who understood. He immediately took the "Huang Ting Sutra" to his master Zhang Zhenren and asked him about the key.
Lao Zhang has been practicing martial arts for a lifetime, so he understands the secrets. It is not difficult for him to give lectures. But his answer to Meng Xiuyuan was very simple:
"If you can't practice this scripture, you should concentrate on practicing martial arts."
Meng Xiuyuan was very sorry when he heard this. Although he would not question his master's judgment, he couldn't help but ask one more question:
"Master, you said I can't practice it, is it because I'm not qualified, or is it because this scripture is of no use?"
Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then explained to Meng Xiuyuan cautiously:
"This "Huang Ting Jing" is profound and profound. It is a classic passed down by our Taoist ancestors. I dare not comment on it.
Just speaking from facts, in more than a hundred years, I have never heard of anyone being able to live a long life and attain immortality through this method.
When I was young, I was very ambitious and wanted to achieve what others could not do. I also painstakingly studied the "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra". However, apart from a little help in understanding martial arts, I made no actual progress and wasted a lot of time.
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After Meng Xiuyuan heard what Zhang Sanfeng said, he immediately realized it and decisively sent the "Huang Ting Jing" scripture back to the library. He never looked at it again, and even lost interest in other similar classics.
After all, even Master Zhang Zhenren couldn't really practice it, so there was no need for him to waste time on such illusory things.
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Talking about the bottom of the lake at this moment, Meng Xiuyuan's heart felt cold, and he secretly thought that all his hard work would be in vain.
However, there was enough oxygen in the air chamber, so Meng Xiuyuan did not leave in a hurry, but thought about "struggle" to see if he could find out any secrets.
So in the faint green light of the fluorite, Meng Xiuyuan tried his best to gather energy in his eyes and began to read the scriptures on the slate from beginning to end to see if there was anything special about it that he didn't know about.
It's a pity that after a while, until Meng Xiuyuan's eyes were dazzled, he couldn't see anything strange.
The "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra" written on the stone tablet is roughly the same as the version that Meng Xiuyuan saw on Wudang Mountain in his previous life. Even though there may be a few subtle differences in words, it does not affect its overall meaning.
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At this point, Meng Xiuyuan finally stopped and tied the bluestone in his hand around his waist, sighing deeply.
Obviously there was nothing interesting to see here. Meng Xiuyuan was going to go out to a well-lit area and take a closer look to see if there was any hidden content on the bluestone that he had missed by mistake.
But from the bottom of his heart, Meng Xiuyuan no longer held out much hope, because he thought of what Mr. Mu Zeng had told him before about the two sacred books at the bottom of the lake, one of which Xiaoyaozi could neither learn nor like.
Obviously, it should be referring to the "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra" which although it has a profound intention, no one can actually practice it.
After thinking wildly for a while, Meng Xiuyuan understood that the matter had come to an end and there was no need to think too much about it. He simply took the initiative to put aside these worries and instead exploit the remaining value of the lake bottom air chamber as much as possible.
After all, the richness of the pure spiritual energy here is even stronger than that of the "Eternal Spring Spring" above. However, the air is limited after all, so we can't wait for long, so we still have to seize the time to make use of it.
Thinking of this, he did not hesitate. He immediately sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and used the "Beiming Divine Art" to absorb the pure spirit energy into his body to see if it could be of any help to him.
And just when he was gradually calming down, he suddenly heard the "ticking" sound becoming more and more obvious in his ears. When he opened his eyes and looked, it turned out to be the sound of water droplets dripping from the stalactites and hitting the ground.
Meng Xiuyuan was originally focused on the content of the "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra" on the bluestone board, so he didn't pay much attention to the water droplets. But at this moment, with his eyes closed and meditative, when he heard the sound of water droplets again, his heart moved.
I vaguely noticed something was wrong.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Because if you observe carefully, you will find that the sound of the water drops is not uniform, but quite regular. After every seven sounds, there will be a small pause, and
After every nearly a hundred small pauses, there will be a longer, larger pause.
Listening carefully, I found that the pitch and timbre of the sound of water droplets falling each time were slightly different, just like human voice, and the continuity was quite ups and downs.
Although Meng Xiuyuan is not a person who likes to have delusions, everything in the Immortal Changchun Valley is beyond common sense, so Meng Xiuyuan cannot help but think more.
The water droplets pause slightly every time they fall seven times, which is consistent with the form of the seven-character rhyme in the "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra". However, Meng Xiuyuan remembered that the entire text of this sutra has a total of ninety-eight sentences, which matches the water droplets every time it falls.
The number of big pauses is also exactly the same.
All kinds of coincidences made Meng Xiuyuan's hair stand on end and his heart trembled.
He hurriedly held his breath and listened to the sound of the falling water droplets. After another big pause, the water droplets started falling from the beginning. He hurriedly activated the "enlightenment state" and burned all the rhythm and tones of the falling water droplets into his mind.
Then, he held up the bluestone slab, followed the rhythm of the sound of water droplets falling, and began to recite the "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra" softly.
At the beginning, there was nothing special about it, but as he became more involved, he thought, "If you support your life and keep nothingness, how can you think about nothingness if you are indifferent to yourself?"
"While waiting for the verses, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly felt that his spirit was clear, and then he felt an inexplicable magical state of relaxation and ease.
This feeling is very strange. It is not as energetic and quick-thinking as his natural "enlightenment state", nor is it as energetic and comfortable as when he usually practices Qi Yun Gong.
In this state, Meng Xiuyuan only felt that his heart was peaceful, peaceful, and indifferent, which gave rise to a sense of joy and freedom from the depths of his heart.
After he finished reciting "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra" to the rhythm of water drops, and then opened his eyes again, Meng Xiuyuan felt refreshed and his whole spirit was lifted.
Meng Xiuyuan had never had such an experience in his two lifetimes of cultivation. Although there was no obvious improvement in strength on the surface, he could vaguely sense in his heart that chanting the sutra once was quite beneficial to him.
At this point, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel very happy, knowing that although his trip to the bottom of the lake was a bit unexpected, he really got a "magic book".
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After all, the air chamber at the bottom of the lake has limited space for oxygen, so Meng Xiuyuan did not stay long. After listening carefully to the rhythm of water droplets in the "enlightenment state" several times to strengthen his memory, he jumped into the water again with the bluestone slab.
, drilled out of the cave and floated straight to the surface of the water.
"Mr. Meng, congratulations, you must have found the divine book."
Seeing Meng Xiuyuan jump out of the water like a sharp arrow and land on the boat, Mr. Mu Zeng immediately looked happy and congratulated Meng Xiuyuan.
Meng Xiuyuan trembled slightly, shook off the water droplets on his body, put on his robe, and said to Mu Zeng with a smile:
"The old gentleman is very good at knowing things. How did you know?"
The old man laughed when he heard this and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Mr. Meng, don't you know that you have been underwater for more than an hour?
If you hadn't found the secret room at the bottom of the lake, no matter how good your skills were, you wouldn't have been able to hold your breath for so long."
Meng Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this. He was so fascinated by reading the "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra" that he didn't pay attention to the passage of time. He didn't expect that he had been down for so long.
Thinking of this, he quickly took off the bluestone tablet tied to his waist and placed it under the sun to observe it carefully, hoping to see if he could make any new discoveries under the sun.
It is a pity that only this scripture is engraved on this bluestone tablet, and there is no other content.
Meng Xiuyuan had already received great benefits. Although he was a little regretful when he saw this, it did not affect his original good mood.
Then he recited the "Shangqing Huangting Scenery Sutra" softly according to the rhythm of water droplets. Sure enough, even though he was on the rocking boat, Meng Xiuyuan quickly entered the state of peace, tranquility and tranquility.
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The old Mr. Mu Zeng opposite saw Meng Xiuyuan mumbling words to the bluestone board, and he didn't feel strange at all. On the contrary, there was a look of relief in his eyes, and he looked at the handsome young man in front of him so quietly.
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It wasn't until Meng Xiuyuan opened his eyes refreshed again that the old man said quietly:
"Mr. Meng and Mr. Xiaoyaozi are really similar. They are both sincere people who seek the truth.
I can still remember that when he first came up from the bottom of the lake more than a hundred years ago, he was just like the young master now. He was so attached to such a bluestone slab that his eyes seemed to be glued to it.
Alas, time flies so fast, I don’t know where Mr. Xiaoyaozi is now, why he never comes to the valley to see this old friend of mine..."
The old man was moved by the scene in front of him, and his words showed some vicissitudes of life.
Meng Xiuyuan was also a little emotional when he heard this. He didn't want to see this kind old man sad, so he deliberately changed the subject to him:
"Old sir, aren't you curious about what is written on this bluestone?
I was able to obtain the divine book from the bottom of this lake largely due to your guidance, so I dare not keep it to myself.
If you are interested, I will tell you the secret when we get back..."
The old man laughed, shook his head and waved his hands, and simply refused to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Mr. Meng is very interested, but no matter how good this sacred book is, not everyone wants to learn it.
When Mr. Xiaoyaozi obtained the divine book, he also wanted to teach it to everyone in the valley. However, after he taught it for several months, everyone was either not interested in practicing, or they stumbled and only learned a little bit.
I'm even more stupid. My husband taught me personally for a long time, but I still haven't been able to get started.
Later, my husband had no choice but to give up the idea, but none of us felt any regrets.
After all, life will still be the same whether you study the divine book or not.
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In comparison, we people in the valley are already very happy and have nothing more to ask for."
Meng Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded, secretly thinking that what Mr. Mu Zeng said was reasonable. The people in the valley lived in peace and happiness, and their minds were pure, so whatever Taoist techniques they learned were of no use.
However, Meng Xiuyuan felt a little at a loss when this happened.
In his dealings with others, he owed favors to others, and most of the time he would either give the other person some money, or show him some kung fu, and then he would pay it back. But at this moment, the old gentleman neither needed the money nor had any intention of practicing kung fu, so he couldn't help but let Meng Xiuyuan for a while.
I don’t know how to repay his kindness for giving me guidance.
After all, the old man had lived for more than a hundred years, so he naturally saw what Meng Xiuyuan was thinking. He couldn't help but laugh again, and without saying much, he took Meng Xiuyuan to his home and entertained him warmly for several days.
It was not until Meng Xiuyuan expressed his readiness to leave the valley that he spoke to Meng Xiuyuan calmly:
"Mr. Meng, I know you are a kind-hearted person, so I have something to ask of you.
I would like to ask you to say hello to Mr. Xiaoyaozi for me if you see him outside in the future.
There is no need for you to say more about the rest of the conversation. You only need to say that the little old man named Mu Zeng in this valley has a jar of wine hidden in the cellar in the backyard.
This wine has been buried for more than a hundred years, and the little old man has been waiting for a good friend to come back so that he can take out the wine and taste it."
Meng Xiuyuan was naturally moved when he heard the words. He immediately nodded in agreement to Mr. Mu Zeng, saying that if he was lucky enough to meet the senior Xiaoyaozi, he would convey all his words word for word.