The two articles on Taoism are combined into one volume, which is nameless and unrecorded. It is just divided into two chapters, both of which are related to having a body outside the body and psychic transformation.
In the next chapter, the master of Taoism uses various altars to sacrifice beans, grass, thatch, and staffs to absorb the Yin gods and refine ten generals from outside the world, each of which can command thousands of divine weapons.
If when the time comes to use, the soldiers and horses will change spiritually, they should be carried with them, and they will spread mist and spread the wind, including jackals, tigers, leopards, birds, mosquitoes, flies, monsters, mandrills and wood guests, and millions of Taoist soldiers can be sent out in a short time.
The previous chapter is based on the Huangting Sutra, but it is obviously not the same version as the Huangting Sutra that Liu Qiao often chanted.
The Huangting Sutra, held by the three Taoist sects, is full of moral truths and every word is mysterious. It is good at absorbing the seven emotions and eliminating distracting thoughts in the mind.
Immortal families often praise it, cut off the six dusts and cultivate a state of tranquility. The more thorough Huang Ting's enlightenment, the deeper the root nature will be, and it can improve the root and bone qualifications. It is indeed very miraculous, and it can be regarded as the most inconspicuous moral treasure of the three religions.
But this one talks about not pretending to be external to the body, but only looking to the inside of the body. It takes the Huangting Sutra as the general outline, but it is actually written under its name.
Counting the transformations of the sages, it is said that the human body, the human body, the five internal organs, and the six internal organs all have divine energy. By collecting the energy, turning it into divine energy and releasing it, you can achieve spiritual transformation.
Most of the 10,000-word mantras on the stone wall talk about the Taoist techniques in this chapter, which are extremely complicated, including the location of the five internal organs, sacred names, appearance, clothing color, size, aura, how to visualize, etc.
It is said that magic is deeply involved in the three-vehicle wonders. The more people see it, the more delighted they become, and the more they practice it, the deeper they become. They gradually become addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves.
But Liu Qiao only glanced at the magic article and ignored it.
Only this Huang Ting Taoist technique in the previous chapter made him dance with joy, saying it was so wonderful.
Now I sat down on the stone pier, ignoring the filthy atmosphere of the magic altar beside me, and carefully read the previous chapter of Taoism word for word.
I don’t know whether the two chapters above or below are written by the great sage Gaozhen. However, looking at the traces of time, it is definitely not something that could have been written by Mao Lu Dao. At least it must have been written in the ancient times.
Liu Qiao was comprehending the words step by step and demonstrating at the same time, as if he had traveled through thousands of years and discussed the Tao face to face with that ancient great master.
His moral conduct is low, his magic power is shallow, and in terms of knowledge and understanding of the Great Way, compared with the ancient saints, he is of course like a firefly compared to the bright moon.
But there are only general benefits. He comes from later generations, dares to do and think, has a little bit of imagination, is not rigidly bound to formalities, and can inadvertently think outside the common sense and think about some problems.
He went straight through the Taoist techniques in the previous chapter and understood them word for word. He danced with approval, clapped his hands and shouted, "When one thing is understood, all the things will be understood. How wonderful, how wonderful. It is possible for me to achieve Taoism!"
Those who disagreed shook their heads and bluntly said that the seniors had too little imagination. If this was the case, the road would be narrowed.
As time goes by, I gradually become addicted to it, sometimes nodding, sometimes lowering my eyebrows, sometimes mumbling to myself.
Sometimes he yells and curses, pointing out the errors in Taoism, saying that his ideas simply don't make sense and are purely false and deceiving.
"Master..."
I don't know how much time passed, but Chang Long came into the cave with a gust of wind, holding a stack of simple swords and pens in his hand. Seeing Liu Qiao's appearance, he was surprised and said: "It's bad. Could it be that he has been possessed by the devil's thoughts? Why has he committed hysteria? This is terrible
What to do…”
He didn't know that Liu Qiao had an epiphany, and thought he had been struck by Lu Mao Er Dao's nightmare. He stamped his feet anxiously for a moment, but he didn't dare to step forward and startle his master.
He once wandered in the circle of demons and met some heretics. Those who were deceived by their words must not be disturbed, lest their souls be frightened away, which would cause trouble.
Secondly, I was afraid that I would encounter a nightmare if I went up there, and no one would call for help. I would be dead if no one knew about me at the bottom of this abyss.
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Time flies by in a blink of an eye, and the sun rises and sets without noticing it. Chang Long brings water every day, gathers wild fruits, and delivers the Dharma to Liu Qiao.
Unexpectedly, three days passed, and the cave gradually fell silent. Liu Qiao never even drank water, and it was wonderful to meditate quietly.
Seeing this, Chang Long was really anxious. If Liu Qiao didn't wake up today, he was going to visit some old friends in the mountains and mountains.
They were all demons and monsters from the original demon circle, evil sorcerers, and top-notch demons and ghosts. Among them, they were also experts in the art of overcoming nightmares. They sacrificed their dignity and asked to see if there was any way to relieve Liu Qiao's boredom.
"Sigh... Master has become more and more serious today. Before, he was mumbling to himself, either sad or happy, but now he doesn't even say anything and is in a daze..."
"No, if this continues, I won't be able to breathe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow! I have to go to Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea early and ask those old demons to study it..."
Chang Long thought for a long time and came to a decision. Just as he was about to set off, there was a sudden "whistle" and there was a sound of wind in his ears.
But in front of the cliff, the clouds rolled in and the fog dispersed, the sun suddenly appeared, and the lotus pond in the cave was rippling, as if a line of colorful clouds were reflected across the cave wall.
Chang Long has a rough and arrogant personality, and he also senses something is wrong with him.
He is also a first-class Qi practitioner. When he sensed it carefully, he suddenly felt a vague Taoist charm. The mystery was still in front of his eyes, but it was invisible, unknowable, and unfindable. It disappeared in a flash.
Watching unintentionally, it seems that the Tao is in front of his eyes, which makes Chang Long think about it for a while. When he wakes up from the surprise, he concentrates on looking for it. This rhyme is like flowers in the mirror or the moon in the water, getting farther and farther away and out of reach.
Just in the blink of an eye, everything returned to calm, and it was as if there was something magical about it.
Only a clear laugh came from the cave:
"Twist out the blood from the iron and hold back the knot of the void; tie it to the tree of inaction to prevent him from becoming insane; don't regard the thief as your son, for he will forget all his thoughts; don't teach him to hide it from me, strike it through with one punch first; show your heart."
Unintentionally, the present method and method also stop..."
It is exactly what Taoist Mao wrote before his death, but it is deeper, more complete, more thorough, and even more transcendent than that.
Master is awake?
Chang Long felt a huge pine in his heart, and just as he couldn't help but feel happy, he heard another voice from inside the cave: "Chang Long, quickly get the slips, I want to write down my insights on Taoism!"
Chang Long hurriedly ran into the cave and saw Liu Qiao sitting in the lotus pond. His face was shining brightly, his eyes were open and closed, and there was a slight splash of light, as if there was fire and lightning flashing through him.
He looked a little bit like he was cursed by Nightmare, and he was completely like a saint. He didn't take in water or rice for several days, inhaling wind and drinking air, but he was still full of energy.
Liu Qiao didn't care about him, he snatched the letter and spread it out on the magic altar that day. He kept writing in his hand, also memorizing small characters. He turned around and shouted: "Hurry and grind some more ink with me..."
"How far has Master realized? How come he laughs and feels sad, sighs and rejoices for several days? It scares me." Chang Long asked in confusion while rubbing his ink.
"It can't be said, it can't be expressed. If the Tao is spoken, it will be like shit. It can only be taught from heart to heart..." Liu Qiao said casually while writing carefully.
Chang Long had a bitter look on his face and complained: "Master must have been possessed by a nightmare. Why did he imitate that Taoist master and use such literate vocabulary?"
Seeing Liu smiling and saying nothing, Chang Long was so anxious that he begged and asked: "Master, you have understood so much. Please tell me about it quickly. I don't understand the local dialect and I don't know the jargon. What do you mean by Taoism?"
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"It's too complicated and broad, and I can only see the tip of the iceberg. My personal understanding is different. If I tell it, no matter how I look at it, it is extremely absurd. If you listen to it, you will be affected by me.
Either my words don’t express what I mean, or you distort my understanding. In short, I can’t express it clearly. After I say it, the words change. This way is harmful to people, disgusting, and shitty..."
These bamboo scrolls were too narrow and could not record much. Liu Qiao wrote quickly and wrote several volumes in a blink of an eye. He still only recorded short paragraphs to understand. Liu Qiao explained to Chang Long while writing.
Chang Long shook his head speechlessly and said: "Okay then, why didn't master copy the Taoist techniques on the wall? What's the point of this?"
Liu Qiaoting started writing, paused and said: "I have obtained all the writing on the wall, and it is useless to copy it. What I write now is mine, and I can pass it on to you later."
Chang Long was overjoyed when he heard that he could learn Taoism. He secretly thought that the master was not in vain. He couldn't read dragon seals and phoenix seals. If the master understood it, he would pass it on to his family. Uncle Chang would have another skill in the future.
Very good.
He hurriedly asked: "What kind of Taoist technique is it? Is it the transformation method of Maolu Erdao?"
"Well...it can transform countless soldiers, horses, birds and beasts. We, Ziya Gong, have the magical power to attack and protect ourselves since then." Liu Qiao nodded.
In fact, it is much more than that. Liu Qiao has already introduced the new through the integration with the Huangting Sutra on the wall.
According to Liu Qiao's understanding, let alone the next chapter, if the previous chapter can be practiced, not only the five internal organs can be trained to become sacred?
The pattern is too small, so let’s think bigger and let the pattern be completely relaxed.
The human body has twelve upper and lower floors, hundreds of limbs, twenty-four solar terms in the spine, and three hundred and sixty orifices, all of which have divine energy and are consistent with themselves.
Since the Qi of the five internal organs can manifest gods and beings, why can't the three hundred and sixty acupoints?
Or if the pattern is bigger, the three hundred and sixty body gods can be refined, and then the 48,000 pores and 86,000 hairs on the whole body can be refined one by one, and every inch can be refined.
Liu Qiao was stranded for several days, all while realizing the feasibility of this method, sensing whether the five internal organs had Qi, whether the acupoints had Qi, whether the hairs were infected by his own breath, etc.
Until today, it has not been completely compiled into a volume of Taoism. This technique was originally unknown, but Liu Qiao introduced the old and brought out the new, and named it "Huang Ting"
If the three hundred and sixty orifices in the body can be transformed into gods, each god-man can collect the energy from the orifices internally, sense the energy from the stars externally, and develop all kinds of magical powers.
According to the experience of the five internal organs gods, the gods corresponding to the five internal organs are released, and they can also change all living things in the world, whether birds or animals.
But the original chapter contains only the internal organs, a total of eleven sacred statues. Only eleven can be released at most, and their combat effectiveness is actually average.
But Liu Qiao, Huang Tingfa, released countless generals.
The 48,000 small orifices are all heavenly generals, the 86,000 hairy gods are all heavenly soldiers, and the four divisions of thunder, fire and plague are stationed in the 365 large orifices.
The Five Internal Organs and Five Directions Laojun, the Six Fu Organs and Six Yus Great Emperor.
This kind of Taoist magic can be described as imaginative. If you refine three hundred and sixty body gods, and one orifice can understand all the orifices, there will be 48,000 hairy gods. If you only let one go out, you can fly birds, beasts, dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns. Wouldn't you do whatever you want?
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King Xin of Shang Dynasty, Year of Shen You, Hai month, Hai day, Hai hour.
The ancestor traveled to Maoshan Mountain, lay down in Qingliang Cave for three days without eating water or rice, studied the stars, took the four seasons, and fully understood one volume of the Huangting Sutra.
At that time, the ghosts and gods were frightened, the clouds rolled up and the mist dispersed outside the cliff, and there was a cloud of colorful clouds hanging in the cave. There was a strange fragrance in the cave, and lotuses grew everywhere - Western Han Dynasty, "The Biography of Ancient Immortals" written by Liu Xiang
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