Chapter 6 External Refinement, Internal Refinement, White Bone Bodhisattva
"The picture of the White Bone Bodhisattva's Night Banquet of Bliss...I don't know whether it is true or not, but this picture can provide one hundred and fifty white Taoist aggregates, which is a really good thing!"
When Ji Yuan went out for a trip, his net worth was cut in half, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
The Emperor's Dao Diagram reflects the universe, and it is believed that everything in the world has Dao Yun.
But there are also strengths and weaknesses.
Those extremely ordinary antiques, calligraphy and paintings, mountains, rocks, vegetation.
Not even an iota of Tao Yun power is enough.
Where can I get it?
"Ten taels of silver, no loss."
Ji Yuan smiled slightly.
The Lingnan merchant was not happy at first, thinking that he wanted to pick up something missing, so he directly raised the price to two hundred taels.
Finally, when he saw Ji Yuan turn around and leave without any hesitation, he was reluctant to take action.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. A meal of wine for ten taels of silver is better than keeping such an unlucky fake.
"I won't go to the City God's Temple today. I'll save it for next time. One hundred and fifty points of white Dao Yun... I wonder if it's enough for the [Martial Bones Ping Ping] fate advancement?"
The goal has been achieved, Ji Yuan lost interest in continuing to wander.
Holding the painting bag in his right hand, he turned around and left Liulichang.
Along the way, it was extremely prosperous.
Cars and horses are like dragons, and tourists are like weaving.
What a prosperous scene!
"Compared to Liaodong Military Town, it is really different."
Ji Yuan shook his head and said.
Tianjing is the most beautiful place, with two inner and outer cities and thirty-six squares in the east, west, north and south.
Enough to accommodate millions of people, it is Xuanzhou’s first-class majestic city!
However, this world is no different from the previous life in some places.
For example, the closer to the center, the more unaffordable housing prices are.
For example, the inner city is where dignitaries, princes and ministers live.
Especially the mansions near the first three gates of Zhengyang, Chongwen and Xuanwu.
If you don't have a thousand taels of silver to back it up, the "agency" at the dental shop won't even bother to take a second look at you.
Usually only court officials of fourth rank or above and nobles from prominent families can afford to live there.
Therefore, there is a joke in Tianjing City.
Entering the inner city, go three doors ahead.
Throwing ten bricks will definitely hit three or four ministers and one or two generals.
If you are lucky, you may even meet the Duke of the Six Ministers.
It is precisely for this reason that the three religions and nine streams are basically entrenched in the outer city.
To avoid being unlucky enough to bump into an iron plate one day and suffer misfortune.
"I want to live a new life and live a better life, but I still can't escape the trouble of buying a house. Living in the capital is not easy."
Ji Yuan sighed for no reason.
With his little salary as a Tiqi, even if he worked steadily for a lifetime, he probably would not be able to move into the inner city.
"In addition to saving my life, keeping this Yunying robe, and defeating Lin... I also have to think of a way to make money."
Ji Yuan walked back to Tai'anfang where he was, carrying more and more things in his hands.
Five pounds of braised beef wrapped in oil paper, two small jars of bone-strengthening medicinal wine bought from the pharmacy, an authentic copy of "Da Gao" published by the bookstore, and half a chopped roast goose.
A total of three hundred and forty-two pennies were spent.
The money bag has shrunk again.
If Ji Yuan is allowed to be so lavish, he may bottom out in a few days.
But he himself was not panicked at all and thought silently:
"Drink wine and eat meat, strengthen your bones and strengthen your strength. At the same time, you can familiarize yourself with the laws of the Jing Dynasty and find the way to get rich... This money is well spent."
Ji Yuan firmly believes that during the development stage, all resources should be quickly converted into survival guarantees, so that one can live a long life.
Let’s wait until the hamster party becomes more developed.
“It smells so good!”
Returning to the dilapidated house in Nanmen Hutong, Ji Yuan tore the white-flour steamed buns into strips and ate them with the braised beef with rich sauce aroma.
In your spare time, take two sips of the spicy bone-strengthening medicinal wine.
The whole person seemed to be sublimated.
“Comfortable!”
Ji Yuan showed a somewhat satisfied smile.
This body has been in a coma for two days, and there is no oil or water in its stomach.
Empty and in urgent need of replenishment.
"Phew! After eating and drinking, it's time to practice!"
After all, he was a martial artist who had toiled his muscles and bones. After eating three kilograms of braised beef and a dozen steamed buns, he was almost half full.
Ji Yuan drank the remaining half of the bowl of bone-strengthening medicinal wine and felt a warm feeling all over his body.
He doesn't need to digest, he steps with his feet shoulder-width apart, and his body's center of gravity sinks, like a big tree taking root in the ground.
This is the most basic basic skill in martial arts, stance.
There are more than 80 martial arts schools in the outer city of Tianjing, and there are many apprentices and handymen who have no entry level.
But actually not many can really practice it well.
“The first level of martial arts is called ‘subduing qi’. The literal meaning is to use the art of guidance to take in the inner qi and strengthen one’s body.
It is further subdivided into ‘external refining’ and ‘internal refining’. External refining of the muscles, bones and skin membranes, and internal refining of the internal organs.
The inside and outside are trained to be extremely hard and solid, so that they can withstand the repeated circulation of the 'inner Qi' in the limbs and bones."
Relying on the family martial arts "Iron Cloth Shirt", Ji Yuan has achieved great success in external training.
Everywhere on the hands, feet, chest and abdomen, the muscles and bones are like heavy iron embryos that have been forged thousands of times, and are extremely tough and strong.
Coupled with the blessing of the white destiny [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Fierce], Ji Yuan's physical strength is longer and he will not feel tired.
If there was a real fight, seven or eight big men would not be able to get close.
"This "Iron Cloth Shirt" is a horizontal Kung Fu exercise, which is perfect for stretching the muscles and bones and exercising the skin.
But the next internal refining requires the breathing method of exhalation and guidance in order to drive the qi and blood deep into the organs, which is also a problem."
Ji Yuan relaxed his mind and stood at the Hunyuan Stake seriously for an hour.
It is said in the Boxing Sutra that before you practice martial arts, you must first set up a three-year stake.
Fortunately, I am quite diligent and have a solid foundation, so I don’t need to worry about this aspect.
When his muscles started to move, Ji Yuan performed a set of Split Air Palm taught by Beizhen Fusi.
As long as you accept Tiqi's errand, you can learn two low-level martial arts.
One is the air-splitting palm, and the other is the hundred-step fist.
The former is to turn a sword into a palm, and the latter is to turn a spear into a fist.
They are all military martial arts of fighting, killing, and taking human lives.
Ji Yuan took up his posture, unleashed his strength like thunder, and thrust out both palms together.
The wind roared within seven feet, which was quite frightening.
Half an hour later, the moves were completed.
Ji Yuan's whole body's energy and blood were driven around, emitting billowing heat.
He actually felt a strong sense of pleasure from it, like the satisfaction after an intense exercise.
call!
Ji Yuan exhaled a breath of white air and said helplessly:
"I'm hungry again. It's like a bottomless pit."
He collected his energy, took a short rest, and ate the remaining two kilograms of braised beef.
This is what martial arts training is like, the more you eat, the faster you get hungry.
It is said that there is a great leader in Xuankong Temple.
The combination of Zen and martial arts, the profound practice of Taoism, and eating three cows a day were once said to be a miracle.
After finishing my daily homework and washing away the sweat all over my body, the sky is getting darker and every house is closed.
The public security in the outer city is naturally not as good as that in the inner city.
Every night, even the government officials from the Wucheng Military and Horse Department were unwilling to go out to watch the night.
Most of them were running errands and hiding somewhere to eat wine.
Therefore, even if there is no curfew.
The sons of good families in the outer city will also go home early for fear of attracting unclean and evil things.
"The imitation of Shen Haishi... everyone's handiwork."
Ji Yuan lit the rusty oil lamp in the main room, took off the painting bag, and unfolded the scroll of "The Skeleton Bodhisattva's Night Banquet of Bliss".
Some dim light shone on the skeletal Bodhisattva, who looked both happy and frightened, with half a graceful figure and half a miserable skeleton.
A gloomy demonic atmosphere, like countless slippery and slimy slender tentacles, filled the simple house.
Ji Yuan frowned slightly and turned around suddenly.
He heard voices in the corner, under the bed, and behind him.
Tiny sounds moved back and forth.
It seemed like many people were whispering to each other.
"It makes me uneasy... There is something strange about this painting!"
A sense of vigilance of being spied on and shrouded in malice hovered in Ji Yuan's heart.
The lights flickered, and his face looked uncertain.
Those cold and stern eyes couldn't help but stare at the white-bone Bodhisattva.
The pink skull and the white bones are the Buddha!
Gradually, for some unknown reason, Ji Yuan had a strong impulse to take refuge in his disciples.
But as soon as this thought arose, the Emperor's Dao Diagram within the sea of consciousness suddenly trembled, creating a circle of brilliant light.
Tsk!
Like torn silk!
Ji Yuan's eyes suddenly sobered up and he looked at the picture of "The Bone Bodhisattva's Night Banquet of Bliss" again.
The scroll was still spread out on the table motionless, but it had lost its original terrifying feeling.
The dim room suddenly became quiet, and there were no more tiny murmurs or weird whispers.
"Is this painting really a forgery?"
Ji Yuan sat on the bench and suspected that Chen Haishi, who was called the ghost fairy in the painting, was probably not an ordinary person.
"One hundred and seventy years later, there are still 150 points of white Dao Yun left, which is obviously extraordinary!"