On the fourth day of September, the breeze subsided and the heat gradually became cooler and cooler.
The city is bustling with people, and pedestrians are constantly coming and going.
It is difficult to have such a scene in these difficult times.
Some people looked at it with a sense of sadness, as if they had gone back to the healthy years of decades ago. However, the next moment there were bursts of noise and excitement, and the faint urgency and panic intertwined in the heat vividly cut open the prosperous scene in front of them, revealing the innermost
of confusion and failure.
The fire cooks the oil, and the light suddenly appears.
Rice, meat, cloth, oil and salt, all these things are rising all the way, like a raging tide rising from a dike, which is daunting.
Everyone is looting, so you have to grab it.
There are also people who take advantage of the situation and try to push it up.
For a time, crowding was evident everywhere, including civilians, aristocratic families, and sects, wherever there were people living there. After maintaining stability for nearly a year, Guangyong Mansion in the remote Xizhou still could not escape.
Falling, sliding step by step into the torrent of the general trend, no longer regaining the stability that it had been hard to support in the past.
Pingcheng, as the seat of the government, seemed to be in chaos.
A few miles outside the city lies Yuanyang Peak.
The starry night hangs high in the sky, and the old Taoist priest has a calm face. Since he escaped from Zhengyuan Temple, the trivial matters at the foot of the mountain have nothing to do with him. Even so, the chaos he sees today still inevitably makes him a little disturbed.
In my mind, however, the government offices are still there, and the Wulin Taoist sect's affairs have also been brought to an end by Zhengyuan Guan. All in all, the situation is far from dangerous enough to use a bad old man like him.
Furthermore, what if we really want to go down the mountain?
"Dividing, dividing and reuniting are the general trend of the world. If you practice Taoism and cultivate your mind, you can only control your own thoughts and keep them consistent to the end, otherwise there will be a reckoning one day."
This is like being stained by the world of mortals, with thousands of thoughts in his mind. Yu Qimeng put on his robe, raised his hands and stared at the empty sky outside the mountain.
When he was young, he traveled outside Xizhou to various sects in the Central Plains, Daomen in the North, Wugu in the South, and Qihuang in the East. He traveled with the Zuodao masters, and also had long conversations with descendants of the Confucian and Mohist schools, and even wore strange clothes.
The Buddhist disciples who looked strange and wore cassocks came to ask for advice, but they also did not refuse.
I have seen a lot and experienced a lot.
If we don't know the pros and cons of many schools, how can we forge a body of Taoism that can be called true cultivation in the world?
What I have learned in Lao Taoism is extremely complex, and I don’t have many sectarian insights from beginning to end. I have dabbled in all four branches of Taoism, and I have already transcended the inheritance of Zhengyuan Guan.
It is such a well-informed person who cannot see that the ups and downs are happening right now.
It is rare to be out of the mountains, but you may not know the general trend of the world.
To the south of the big river, there is always war smoke, and not even a tenth of the people are left; to the north of the big river, the Northern Qi Dynasty looks at it with eager eyes, patrolling day and night just to eat this beautiful land of mountains and rivers.
The person sitting on the high throne was an ignorant and ignorant king, and all the princes in the dynasty were not much different. It is estimated that they have never had anything other than power and wealth in their hearts.
"The Yuan clan's time is short, and there is no way to recover."
Putting his hands in his hands, the old Taoist priest uttered a faint sentence, which went away with the cool breeze and scattered in the mountains and fields.
I still remember that before entering the blessed land last time, my old friend from Haiyunguan in Shiya County also discussed with him that after the Butcher came out of Xizhou, he scolded Fang Qiu and led an army to chase him to the north. There were countless turmoils in the Central Plains, and the Central Plains was calm for a while.
He said that it was only temporary, and the world was divided and reunited, and the key to good and harm was not above, but below.
As for a group of Taoist cultivators getting involved in this muddy water, Yu Qimeng was not optimistic about the consequences of such an act.
The Taiping Road has been full of troubles and turmoil. What was originally wanted was to risk one's life to fight for peace, but in the end, it turned out to be no human inside and outside. Now it is like a rat crossing the street, being chased and exterminated by all parties.
It was boring and boring. After watching the night scenery for a while, the old Taoist turned around and walked towards his residence. It was not his place to worry about how the Guangyong Taoist Sect should deal with the coming troubled times. Instead of wasting this time, it was better to think more about the problem of practicing the law.
I have read a lot of books in the past few days, and have already moved into the library pavilion for food and accommodation. During the day, I had an idea that I should try again.
Thinking like this, his heart beat more and more, and his already little sleepiness became less and less. Yu Qi pushed open the wooden door of the pavilion and walked in. He took a fluorite and shone a hazy light, barely dispelling the darkness.
After sitting down, he took out a roll of papyrus paper filled with various pictures and texts. If you look closely, you can find that the image resembles the shape of a human body, outlining nearly two hundred points, large and small, all of which are acupuncture points.
He took a long breath, his internal organs were soothed, and after meditating on the unknown breathing method for a moment, he began to further try according to his own ideas.
"The core of the breathing method is to use breathing to mobilize all parts of the physical body. Tempering the body is secondary, and the coordination and resonance between the internal organs is more critical."
The old Taoist priest muttered, there were only three of him and the male and female Taoist boys on Yuanyang Peak. At this moment, the stars were covering the sky and the moon was bright. The two little ones had done their evening lessons early and then went to sleep. There was no need to worry about any interference.
Take off your coat and put the Taoist robe aside. Pull up a corner of your green shirt slightly to expose the Yinjiao, Qihai, Shimen, Guanyuan, Zhongji and other acupuncture points. Press them gently while breathing continuously, twisting your thumbs up and down, and the rhythm gradually increases.
Work together with it.
At a certain moment, his eyes suddenly widened, his teeth lifted up, and he hissed fiercely.
"Something went wrong!"
Fortunately, I haven't fallen behind in terms of physical training over the years. I have figured out some little tricks to calm down muscle damage, and I quickly adjusted and eased it.
He rubbed the injured area until the pain dissipated, and then he sighed and paused for a moment, as if he thought of something and cheered up again.
He immersed himself in trying again, this time he changed the method, no longer focusing on the lower abdominal acupuncture points, which are connected to the meridians externally and the five internal organs internally, so they are easily damaged. After thinking about it, he started from the elbows and arms and tried using the ruler.
Shaohai and other acupoints practiced his ideas.
This time I reflected in place, and after I got started, I no longer had any impatience. I quickly caught the rhythm while concentrating and calming my breath. At the same time, I coordinated the breath in my body and moved my muscles and bones.
call--
Press with your fingertips, turn half an inch to the left and press a little with gentle force.
suck--
The palm finger exerted force, the force penetrated the flesh and blood, and veins suddenly popped out, but the position pressed by the fingers of the other hand remained as smooth as before.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Breathing adjustment, repetition, Yu Qimeng is not young, and although he has intention to modify the nameless breathing method in his mind, he realizes how difficult it is to actually practice it.
Fortunately, he still has something available.
Repeated this for ten times, his left arm was almost green and red, but the old Taoist priest didn't care, and martial arts practitioners wouldn't make a fuss about this and couldn't bear it.
Only the tight and fragile parts of the internal organs will be overly concerned.
I saw the old Taoist move a palm-sized box from the side.
After opening, the medicinal herbs inside are revealed, emitting a hazy halo, intertwined with the jade-like brilliance of fluorite, which is enchanting and moving.
"Success or not, this battle is over!"
After saying this, he took out the elixir picked from the blessed land...a leaf, about the size of a fingernail.
Although there were no less than seventy or eighty elixirs that passed through his hands when he was at the foot of the mountain, those were still from other sects, such as the Shiya Haiyun sect, or the sects in Pingcheng headed by Zhengyuan Guan.
Friends and comrades sent a batch of them, disciples and descendants paid tribute to a batch of them, and he himself collected some. However, there are still a lot of them in total, and they are far from being used lavishly.
Nowadays, other people are still thinking about how to use it, either making elixirs and using it as medicine, or transplanting it, and some people just swallow it, but the effect is not clear.
Not long ago, after Yu Qimeng consumed a dozen elixirs, he discovered that the nameless breathing method in his memory resonated with it when it operated in a unique way.
For this reason, he went to Zhengyuan Temple again, and even used his old face to borrow the hand of his disciple to gather everyone.
The result... everyone is happy.
The senior officials of the Guangyong Taoist Sect knew that a true cultivator on their side had taken the first step, and Zhengyuan Guan also gained a bit of magnanimity as the leader of the Taoist sect in the state capital.
The old Taoist priest returned to the mountain overnight with dozens of elixirs collected and started trying them all the time.
After using a large amount of inventory today, there are finally signs that it will be effective.
"In the beginning, even if the breathing method was operating at full strength, the resonance existed but could not be used, and instead it backfired on the physical body."
Yu Qimeng's eyes flashed with brilliance.
After experiencing the initial failure, he quickly realized that physical fitness is the foundation, so he spent most of the next month using breathing techniques to nourish his physical body, holding the elixir in his hands, trying to get some of it to improve his body to a higher level.
It's a pity that he is still old, and it is a miracle that his Qi and blood have not declined. It is his breathing technique that is so extraordinary that all his old friends are stunned.
In the end, it took a long time to finally fill in the last bit of weakness.
It was very difficult, and he even took the initiative to take two strains. Although he didn't know how much he absorbed, it was indeed a bit refreshing after vomiting in those few days.
However, Yu Qimeng knew that this method of use was too wasteful. If it were not for the emergence of the blessed land, the elixir would not exist at all. Even if there are some spread out now, the total number is not much.
At this moment, when calculating the reserves on Yuanyang Peak, the old Taoist priest with white hair and beard was careful and economical.
He took off a small piece and put it in his mouth without swallowing it.
Hold it under the tongue.
The breathing method is running, and the fingertips are also pressed, and waves of numbness appear, as if the acupuncture points are gently resonating together.
Qi and blood ignited, gradually becoming stronger and stronger.
At this time, a cool air slowly rises from the mouth and tongue. Most of it overflows and is difficult to stay, but some is still mixed with body fluid and moistened in the mouthpiece, all the way into the abdomen.
Ding dong!
It's like a long drought encountering rain, or like a spring tide breaking through the ice.
For a moment, Yu Qimeng's five senses were ethereal, and he felt that the world was completely new -
Feeling the weak air flow, it flowed for two breaths before extinguishing and dimming.
But the old Taoist priest could no longer restrain himself at this moment and was overjoyed. He could detect that there was a trace of residual rhyme in several acupuncture points on his arms. As he breathed out again and again, his breath was moving extremely slowly.