Chapter 1: The first time I heard the Tao when I was young
Dayu Kingdom, Liucheng.
Three hundred miles to the west of Liucheng, there is Cangwu Mountain, Yiqi Taoist Temple Mingdao Peak. The sound of Qingyue bells comes from the Mingxin Hall, the most majestic hall on the peak. The bells are loud but not harsh, and the sound wave rises and falls without any discontinuity.
This is the morning bell of the Yiqi Tao Temple. One ring can be heard ten miles away. When the bell is heard, everyone in the temple stops what they are doing and goes to the temple in small groups.
On the way, the disciples were either exchanging their cultivation experiences or talking about strange things. At this time, only one of them heard a loud voice: "Brothers and sisters, I heard that this morning class was given by the master of the temple himself."
When everyone heard this, some were surprised and some looked dull, so the latter must have received the news early.
Seeing that everyone had different reactions, the man still said: "My Qimen is the national religion of the Great Universe. Each of the 120 cities in the country has a temple to recruit disciples. Although the temples have new responsibilities, there are many temple owners.
It is done by someone who is old and has no hope of reaching the next level, but we, the King of Liucheng, are rare young and promising people, and we can’t expect to achieve the golden elixir path in the future. If we get his guidance..."
Xu Shi couldn't bear his words, so a burly man interjected: "Junior brother Xu, of course we know the reputation of the temple master. It's a pity that the temple master is in seclusion all day long and can't see him more than a few times a year. What can be done about it."
The person who interrupted must be quite prestigious among the disciples. After hearing his words, everyone showed regret on their faces and nodded frequently.
The person who was called Junior Brother Xu was not annoyed at being interrupted. He turned to face the burly man and said, "Senior Brother Ge, do you know that just a few days ago, the temple master granted an ultimatum to a person? Just after the ultimatum was granted, and
Giving the lecture in person, the master of the temple is..."
Everyone's curiosity had been aroused for a long time, but Junior Brother Xu's voice became more and more subtle, and he became farther and farther away from Senior Brother Ge. Later, it was like the buzzing of mosquitoes, not even audible. Everyone cursed secretly in their hearts, but kept calm on their faces.
They just looked around and asked around.
After a while, everyone had a preliminary outline of this new junior brother.
This young junior brother’s name is Wu Yi. He is from Daxuan Kingdom, a neighboring country of Dayu Kingdom. His grandfather had a close relationship with Wang Guanzhu before he became a monk. He just heard that his grandfather seemed to have been attacked by political opponents recently, so his grandfather asked him to take refuge here.
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After the disciples inquired about it, although they did not dare to say anything because Guanzhu Wang personally recruited the junior disciples, the disdain on their faces was clearly evident. How could a bereaved son compare to the support they relied on from their family?
Senior Brother Ge and Junior Brother Xu, who were walking at the end, looked at each other and smiled with amusement on their faces.
After feeling proud, Junior Brother Xu couldn't help but become worried and asked: "Senior Brother Ge, what should we do if we offend the temple master by doing this?"
Hearing this, Senior Brother Ge frowned, his eyes narrowed, and he said in a cold voice: "Junior Brother Xu, now that the matter has come to this, do you still want to hide? If the Master of the Temple is allowed to break the rules wantonly, my family will still be alive by then.
A place to establish oneself?”
Junior Brother Xu avoided his gaze and gave a weak hum, but in his heart he began to plan a way out. Senior Brother Ge is a descendant of the Ge family in Nanjun, and he is a direct descendant. After all, he himself is not a descendant of a wealthy family.
There is no need to get too deep into the fight. If the master holds on and doesn't let go, the children of the aristocratic families may not be able to protect themselves in the end.
Senior brother Ge saw him frowning and thinking deeply, and felt great hatred in his heart. He thought that if there was no place where he could be used for this person, how could he be allowed to have him on both sides of the fence and serve as a wallflower. He made up his mind that once this matter was over, even if he couldn't be killed, he would still have to kill him.
It blocked his path to advancement.
Silently all the way, the disciples gradually arrived in the main hall in twos and threes, found their own futons and knelt down according to the order of entry.
After a while, the bell rang again. The previous bell was called the calling bell, which was meant to summon the disciples, but this bell was called the stopping bell. The stopping bell would not be regarded as absent from class and would be punished by copying the route.
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Just when the bell rang, a middle-aged Taoist stepped into the temple. His Taoist robe was painted with white clouds and a red sun, and mountains and rivers were painted on the bottom. His footsteps seemed ordinary, but if you listen carefully, it is not difficult to hear that they are in unison with the sound of the bell.
It moves with the sound, moves with the rhythm, and is harmonious.
The middle-aged Taoist was followed by a young man, dressed in plain clothes, following step by step, as if he was not walking on his own, but was being pulled forward.
There is a raised three-story pedestal in the hall. The Taoist climbed up the pedestal step by step, while the young man stood aside.
Just after the Taoist climbed onto the high platform, the ringing of the bells stopped. This transition between movement and stillness caused many disciples' blood to surge, their breathing to be unstable, and their bodies to rise and fall.
The Taoist turned around and paused in his steps. The sound of the pause was like the sound of a bell, which calmed down the swaying minds of everyone. Everyone's minds were condensed, and the whole hall was filled with solemnity.
The middle-aged Taoist is the master of Wang Guan in the mouth of the disciples, and his common name is Wang Chuchen. At this time, he could only see his eyes slowly scanning the people in the hall, and said calmly: "I have been the master of Yi Guan for more than three years, and I have not been there on weekdays.
What skills can I teach you? This temple master is really incompetent for his job."
After everyone heard this, they couldn't figure out the mind of the temple master, so they all bowed and cupped their hands and said, "The temple master's words are serious."
Wang Chuchen laughed heartily, showing no joy or anger, and did not say much. He went straight to the point: "Qi is what fills the heaven and earth. All things are made of Qi. When Qi is lost, they perish. This is the basic theory of my Qi Sect. Therefore, I
It is this Qi that Yiqimen cultivates..."
The hearts of the disciples moved with the sound, their thoughts were flying, and the magnificent picture of a breath connecting the heavens and the earth from ancient times to the present could not help but emerge in their minds. Then they imagined the process of a breath from birth to growth and finally death, and corroborated it with their own daily cultivation gains, and in their minds
The atmosphere in them also changes as their thoughts change.
For a moment, everyone was intoxicated, but there was one exception, that is the new disciple Wu Yi. He had just started a few days ago, and now he was just a mortal. Wang Chuchen's explanation seemed to him like playing the piano to a cow.
, hearing him scratching his head and scratching his head, restless.
But even so, he frowned and tried to remember every word Wang Chuchen said.
Not to mention, a morning class at least allowed him to learn some common sense about cultivation.
For example, this initial stage of cultivation is called Qi refining. The so-called Qi refining is nothing more than exhaling spiritual energy. After the spiritual energy fills the Dantian to form a sea of Qi, it will be guided to open up the muscles and veins in the whole body. This is to open the meridians. This stage of opening the meridians is extremely important.
, can be called the foundation for building a great road, so it is also called building a foundation.
Other sects only focus on the accumulation of spiritual energy in the first level of Qi Refining. According to the saturation level of spiritual energy, there is the ninth level of Qi Refining or the thirteenth floor of Qi Refining. However, for the Yiqi Sect that regards one Qi as the foundation of the great road, in the first level of Qi Refining itself,
Integrated into one, it is called the Nine Transformations of Qi Refining, but Wang Chuchen only talked about the first four transformations, which are anger, gathering Qi, receiving Qi and condensing Qi. In terms of the first four transformations alone, there is no difference from other schools, while the last five transformations are
You need to enter the inner gate to practice. The inner gate is the Yiqi Gate.
Wang Chuchen's explanation lasted from early morning to noon, and the sound lingered, and there seemed to be a Taoist rhyme lingering in the hall.
Everyone lowered their eyes and concentrated, deducing the changes in spiritual energy. Wang Chuchen's voice was directly poured into their spiritual platform, guiding them to walk out on their own path.
After a long time, Wang Chuchen opened his eyes, no more sounds came out of his mouth, and the morning class ended.
The sound stopped, and the faint Taoist rhyme gradually disappeared. Some disciples soon woke up from a state of near enlightenment, with regrets on their faces. If it had continued for a while, perhaps their cultivation would have improved a lot.
Everyone woke up quickly or early, but they all woke up in front of a cup of tea. Finally, everyone saluted together and said, "Best farewell to the Master."
Wang Chuchen nodded slightly, waved his sleeves, and disappeared into the hall.
The disciples stood up and prepared to leave the main hall. They chatted with each other and exchanged what they had gained from their previous cultivation. Most of them had expressions of joy on their faces, their tone was brisk, and their voices were hearty, which showed that they had gained a lot of benefits.
Wu Yi planned to leave together, but there was a voice in his ear, and the steps he was about to take stopped, and his body stood upright like a green pine.
Some disciples did not forget to look back and observe their junior brother before leaving and saw that he was not moving. Some people who wanted to go up and make friends did not want to appear too enthusiastic in public.
After all, they know that he has a close relationship with the Guanzhu, and there are always people who want to use his shortcut to seek guidance from the Guanzhu. In their eyes, Guanzhu Wang is giving this lecture just for this new junior brother. How can he not make them envious and jealous? I wonder if they are scratching their heads and scratching their heads.
What did Wu Yi think after knowing their thoughts.
After a while, everyone left cleanly.
Wu Yi didn't wait long. A breeze blew from outside the hall. Wu Yi took a closer look and saw a person appearing on the originally empty steps. It was Wang Chuchen. It was Wang Chuchen who had made Wu Yi wait for a while.
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Wu Yi saluted Wang Chuchen and stood aside, bowing his head and waiting for instruction.
Wang Chuchen looked at Wu Yi for a while, with a look of vicissitudes of life on his face, as if he was reminiscing about something. After a long time, Wang Chuchen calmed down, his eyes became calm again, and his body showed an unworldly aura.
"Your grandfather and I were classmates, and we agreed to expel the imperial advisor and support the country. However, after ten years of service, I found that the popular saying that the imperial advisor stole power for the sake of the country was nothing more than a joke. The emperor was also the same, so who was supporting him?
Who is that?" Wang Chuchen narrated a story that seemed not to be his in a flat voice, but he was even more resentful.
Wu Yi also knew what happened next. He knew these things when his family asked him to leave the country for refuge, but he still lowered his head quietly and let Wang Chuchen continue talking.
"After that, I hung up my crown and left, but your grandfather thought that I had given up on the agreement and broke off the relationship with me." When Wang Chuchen said this, he smiled softly and continued, "Your grandfather was a stubborn cow, but in the end he still
You were sent to me." There seemed to be a sense of pride in his words, but also a hint of melancholy. Wu Yi's appearance meant his grandfather's failure, and he had also worked hard to realize this dream.
Wu Yi was silent, and from then on the two of them took two different paths.
Wang Chuchen traveled around the mountains and rivers, and unexpectedly met the real person Lingya of the Yiqi Sect. He was taken into the door wall, and then relied on his extraordinary qualifications to rise step by step in the immortal world.
And his grandfather was ranked among the Three Dukes with his outstanding political achievements. He took charge of the government, eradicated the old abuses, and made the Daxuan Kingdom appear to be rejuvenated. However, in any case, he still had to face the conflict between the Imperial Party and the National Teacher Party, although Wu Yi did not know the specific process.
It is clear, but in the end, the Imperial Guards Party naturally won, and even the emperor was deposed by the Imperial Guards on the grounds of immorality and immorality. The Imperial Party was completely defeated, and Wu Yi also came to this foreign country far away from thousands of rivers and mountains.
Wang Chuchen suddenly stared into Wu Yi's eyes and said coldly: "I gave you a discipleship, but there are always some disciples and even professors who have some gossip. If you can't prove your qualifications, where do you come from?
, Go back somewhere! Go!" After Wang Chuchen finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said no more words.
Wu Yi bowed to Wang Chuchen and turned to leave. If a young boy like Wu Yi encounters a sudden change at the beginning and faces the pressure of being expelled when he comes to a different place, he will inevitably feel frightened and uneasy even if he doesn't cry on the spot.
But Wu Yi's steps showed no panic at all. Every step seemed to have been measured by a ruler and was regular, which showed that his mind was firm.
Wang Chuchen did not open his eyes, but he could infer Wu Yi's mentality just from the sound of Wu Yi's steps. He did not comfort or encourage anything. The journey to immortality was extremely dangerous. If Wu Yi's qualifications were really not good, he would still have to go down the mountain.
It is good for a rich man to come and seek peace. Although he may not live forever, he will avoid many disputes.
The empty hall was silent for a long time, only the curls of smoke rose slowly and slowly dissipated.