Chapter 353: If you don't become an immortal, you will lose your soul
The goal of cultivating Taoism is to ascend to immortality. From acquired nature to innate nature, apart from the true energy and physical strength, the five senses and six consciousnesses and the inexplicable premonition of Taoism are beyond human reach. When you reach the peak of innate nature, you are no closer to human immortality.
With one step away, that mysterious feeling becomes more intense.
This is where the Tao lies. The closer we get to the Tao, the closer we become to the unity of heaven and man. What is the unity of heaven and man? Heaven and earth coexist with me, and all things are one with me.
The reflection on Fei Jingting is that the world here is inextricably linked to it. When something unexpected happens, Fei Jingting will feel it vaguely.
Just now, on a whim, he suddenly thought of his master Wang Jingxuan. Fei Jingting didn't think it was just a whim. Something must have happened to his master Wang Jingxuan.
Wang Jingxuan has been practicing cultivation for more than sixty years and is in good health. How could something suddenly happen to him?
"Jing Ting?" Guan Xiyi stood up and came over with concern.
Fei Jingting shook his head: "Nothing, hurry up and buy some fruits, we'll leave immediately."
Don't rush here. This place is thousands of miles away from Tianmu Mountain, so we can't get there overnight.
Due to Fei Jingting's urging, everyone speeded up, bought melons and fruits, and set off immediately.
Fei Jingting first entered Haixi from the Western Region, and then entered Bashu on the right. Because he was in a hurry, his motorcycle was probably too worn out and fell down.
Fei Jingting felt a pity in his heart. This Black Star motorcycle accompanied him all over the world. In just a few years, it had traveled nearly 60,000 kilometers. In addition, Fei Jingting only knew how to maintain and not repair, so it could last until now.
It’s already not easy to lie down.
Coming out of Bashu, taking the Yangtze River Channel and taking a small steamer, the speed is much faster than in the mountains.
After traveling without stopping, in early October, Fei Jingting finally arrived at the foot of Tianmu Mountain.
Human nature is timid when close to home, but Fei Jingting became increasingly panicked.
Sensing that Fei Jingting was upset, Zhang Leyao, who was accompanying him, took the initiative to hold his hand and comforted him: "Don't worry, your master Jiren has his own destiny. He has such a high level of cultivation, nothing will happen to him."
"I hope so."
After saying that, the two of them jumped along the mountain road and arrived in front of Ziyang Temple on Lianhua Peak in a blink of an eye. Three years later, Ziyang Temple was just like yesterday, but it looked more and more dilapidated.
Fei Jingting left a lot of money when he came down the mountain that day. He thought that people in Jingming would no longer have to worry about food and clothing. Why do you look at the appearance of Ziyang Temple? Could it be that life in the temple is not good?
The door was closed tightly. Fei Jingting came forward to call the door. After a while, the door opened a corner, revealing the figure of a young Taoist priest.
"I see today there is... Huh? Junior uncle?"
"Fahe?"
The door creaked open. Over the past three years, Fei Jingting's appearance has not changed much, but Fa He has. Perhaps he has kept up with his diet. Three years have passed, and his figure has grown a lot, and his face has become much rounder.
Fa He suddenly became excited, his nose felt sore, and he almost shed tears: "Little uncle, you are back, go and see my uncle."
Fei Jingting opened the door and walked in: "What happened to my master?"
The money left by Fei Jingting on that day did indeed improve the situation of Ziyang Temple. The Taoist priests focused on their spiritual practice and went down the mountain to buy things every few days. When someone came to ask for a meal, they went to do a ritual. If they didn't have it, they wouldn't force it.
The days were simple and solid, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Last month, senior brother Fashen went down to do some shopping and heard about a massacre in the countryside of Lin'an.
This family is an ordinary family of three, one husband, one wife and one daughter. Because they have no children, the old couple have been quarreling for half their lives, and they have resigned themselves to their fate when they are old. The daughter in the family is growing up, and the old couple plans to have a baby in two years.
Home son-in-law.
In this way, the incense will not be cut off after death.
Last year, the financial situation was not good, and the wife fell seriously ill again, making life difficult for them. The old couple borrowed loan sharks from Zhang Dahu, and the profits compounded. This year, they could not afford to pay back even if they sold several acres of paddy fields.
Already.
At the end of the year, Zhang Dahu came to ask for money. If his wife hadn't used the gold bracelet at the bottom of the box to pay the interest, she would have taken her daughter away to Yan Street and Liuxiang.
It was hard to pass the New Year, but this year there was another drought, and the harvest in the land of plenty in the south of the Yangtze River suddenly dropped sharply. The man's family was desperate, so he heard that the Five Appearance Gods outside Lin'an City were quite efficacious, so he ran to burn a stick of incense.
Strangely enough, my daughter picked up two gold bars in front of her house that night.
With two large yellow croakers, the family not only repaid the usury money, but also took the opportunity to purchase more than ten acres of good paddy fields. The man was careless, and at first he thought about fulfilling his wish when the New Year harvest was ready, but he was busy
I lived until I forgot about it.
As a result, on the eighteenth day of last month, this family was wiped out overnight. The old couple died tragically, and the daughter was even tortured to death.
With such a big case, the local police naturally had to take over the case, but they couldn't find any clues after searching. A few days later, another murder case also occurred in the village, but it belonged to the previous family.
relative.
The patrolman came to inquire again, and it was only then that a neighbor spoke up, saying that the man who had wiped out the family had once boasted about the great powers of the Five Manifestations at the wine table after he became rich. They only thought it was a joke that day and did not care about the man.
But the relatives took it seriously.
It was almost exactly the same as what happened to the man before. The difference was that the man of this family dug up a jar of ocean while farming in his own field. After that, the man immediately bought a big house and was exterminated a few months later.
This Five Manifestation God, also known as the Wutong God, was spread during the Northern Song Dynasty and was widely worshiped in the Jiangnan area. Being from the Fashen Taoist sect, he naturally knew that this thing was not a righteous god. After returning home, he informed his uncle Wang Jingxuan about the matter.
Wang Jingxuan accepted Fei Jingting as his disciple. His remaining aspirations in this life were gone and he had nothing else to pursue. He could only focus on practicing in a cave.
Hearing that there was another Wutong Shen causing trouble, Wang Jingxuan naturally couldn't ignore it. He immediately carried his sword and went down the mountain to kill the demon. Unexpectedly, in just three days, Wang Jingxuan was carried back by the people in the village. Along with Fa Shen who led the way,
Became a corpse.
If it weren't for Wang Jingxuan's high level of practice, I might not have been able to hold on long ago.
Fei Jingting hurried to the quiet room in the backyard, alarming the few Taoist priests in the audience. Fa Hui personally led Fei Jingting into the quiet room.
You could smell the pungent smell of the decoction even from a long distance. Once inside the quiet room, Fei Jingting only took one look, and his nose was so sore that he almost shed tears.
Wang Jingxuan's face was withered, and his eye sockets were sunken. If his true energy had not protected his heart, he might not have been able to hold on long ago.
He fell to his knees with a thud: "Master, the unfilial disciple is late!"
Fa Hui said from the side: "Uncle Master could wake up two or three times a day at first, but recently he has not woken up even once a day."
"How did my master get injured?"
Others don't know, but Fei Jingting knows Wang Jingxuan's behavior. Not to mention the end of the Dharma era when spiritual intelligence is cut off, it is the time when Yuan Qi is prosperous. Some monsters, even if Wang Jingxuan cannot defeat them, can calmly retreat, so why did they almost lose their lives?
Fa Hui sighed and stepped forward to lift the quilt. Fei Jingting was immediately furious. There were three bloody holes in Wang Jingxuan's body, and the most fatal one was only an inch away from his heart. This was not an injury from a monster, it was clearly a black shot.
"Who did it? Why didn't you send him to the hospital?"
Fa Hui said: "Uncle Master... we went to the city to find a foreign doctor, but the doctor only took one look and said there was no hope of help."
This is what Western medicine is all about these days, otherwise Mr. Liang Qichao would not have cut his waist by mistake.
Fahe also said: "Western doctors don't dare to operate, so we can only treat him with ginseng soup. I sent a telegram to my uncle last month... Uncle, why are you here now?"
Fei Jingting is not in Jinmen at all, so where can he go to receive the telegram?
At this time, Fa Hui said again: "Afterwards, I went down to the mountain to inquire about it personally. The people in the village all said that it was probably the mastermind of Zhang Da's family."
"Zhang Dahu?"
"Zhang Dianchen was just a scoundrel in the early years. He suddenly became rich more than ten years ago. He bought a mansion and married several beautiful concubines. However, the children he gave birth to in the past ten years did not survive more than a year, and the people said they were worshiped.
Wutong Shen.”
"Are you saying that the imperial minister Zhang is connected with the God of Five Powers?"
Fa Hui said ashamedly: "Hey, it's just a guess. Nowadays, the power of the Taoist sect is weak, and we and others are talking lightly. We can't find out even if we want to find out."
At this time, Zhang Leyao pinched Wang Jingxuan's pulse gate, felt the pulse and then frowned. She knew without asking that the situation was extremely bad.
Fei Jingting looked at Zhang Leyao, who shook his head and said, "There is no cure for this... why not let Yun Zhao try it."
Fei Jingting immediately waved his hand and released Fu Yunzhao from the small world. He made it clear in a few words, and Fu Yunzhao immediately checked on Wang Jingxuan's condition.
After watching for a while, Fu Yunzhao frowned and said, "The oil is gone and the lamp is dry. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive these two days."
"Is there any way to wake up Master?"
Fu Yunzhao gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give it a try."
Fu Yunzhao took out bottles and jars from the bag, prepared a bowl of dark and stinky decoction, and then went to the five-color poisonous insects attracted by the back mountain. He poured the decoction into the five-color poisonous insects, and then used the method to drive the five-color poisonous insects to bite them respectively.
Wang Jingxuan’s limbs and neck.
In such a scene, which was nothing more than a stick of incense, Wang Jingxuan rolled his eyes and woke up leisurely.
"Master!"
"Well... Jingting, you're late."
Fei Jingting's eyes suddenly turned red.
Just listen to Wang Jingxuan say: "The old Taoist thought he still had more than ten years to live, but he didn't want to but was plotted against him."
"Master, I'm going to kill all the imperial minister Zhang and the God of Five Powers right now!"
"Don't worry," Wang Jingxuan said weakly: "I originally wanted to ask you if you have the method to transfer the power, but now I don't need to."
Wang Jing's profound Qi is like a gossamer, held up entirely by a mouthful of innate Qi. The powerful Qi in her Dantian has already gone from ten to seven or eight.
Fei Jingting said: "Master, I have a small world, and there is a weak Yuan Qi in it. Why don't you turn into a ghost to cultivate, and hide in the small world first, and wait for the disciple to find it..."
"Noisy," Wang Jingxuan squeezed out a smile and said: "The old Taoist has been practicing all his life. If he doesn't become an immortal, his soul will be scattered. How can he be reduced to becoming a ghost?"