Chapter 13 Develop the power of health preservation
When it came to this point, Zhou Yi no longer concealed it.
"If the young monk says he has never seen it, can Mr. Yan believe it?"
Yan Qufu sighed and shook his head slightly, obviously not wanting to believe it.
Zhou Yi was too lazy to continue explaining and clasped his hands together: "Jun Yan is well rested. I will bring some fruits to see you someday."
After that, he turned around and left.
Yan Qufu's feeble voice sounded from behind.
"Although the young master has a high state of mind and is a Buddhist wizard, without proper martial arts guidance, it will be difficult to set foot in 'Qi Sheng'.
Ah Xiu, take out the manuscript and give it to Master Yichen."
The young man Qingjun standing next to him was a little surprised: "Teacher, you have been busy all morning just for this monk?"
Seeing Yan Qufu nodded slightly, the young man Qingjun had no choice but to grit his teeth and take out the still-unstained scroll from the niche beside him, and handed it to Zhou Yi with an unkind look on his face.
"This is……"
Zhou Yi opened it, and what caught his eye was a line of large characters with the fragrance of ink -
"Traveling on Qingyun Practice Notes, Experiences and Enlightenments"
Yan Qufu's hoarse voice came, "Martial men like us can only gain the sense of Qi and set foot on the 'Qi Sheng' by cultivating the Zhuang Kung Fu to a very high level and having clear access to the meridians of the heaven and earth.
The young master seems to have gained the sense of Qi, but he is unable to "Sheng Qi", which is very puzzling to me. However, as long as Master Yichen masters this martial arts to a great level as soon as possible, he will definitely be able to "Sheng Qi".
"Traveling on the Blue Clouds" is a very valued light skill among a certain master, so Master Yichen can practice it as a reference."
Qinggong?
Zhou Yi suddenly became interested.
Isn’t the so-called Qing Gong just the escape method?
Hit and run, exciting and safe.
For a health-preserving person like him, it is perfect.
Recalling the scene last night when Mr. Yan was like a big bird falling from the sky, crossing the wall, crossing ten feet, and falling in front of him, Zhou Yi couldn't help but nodded slightly.
"Thank you, Mr. Yan."
Zhou Yi didn't show any pretense and put the scroll into his sleeve.
Out of the corner of his eye, Manager Yan's eyes were full of expectation.
Of course Zhou Yi understood what the other party was longing for.
But I don’t know, I just don’t know.
Heaven is ruthless and Buddhism is strict. Even if I want to tell lies to comfort Lao Yan, the Buddha will not allow it.
"By the way, I wonder if Manager Yan likes to eat oranges?" Zhou Yi suddenly asked.
Yan Qufu and Axiu were both stunned and looked at Zhou Yi in confusion.
A pleasant smile appeared on Zhou Yi's face.
"If there is a chance, the young monk will bring some oranges for Mr. Yan and the young man to eat. The Buddha said that the nature of all behaviors is impermanent... Eat more oranges, and you will always smile."
After saying that, Zhou Yi didn't give Yan Qufu a chance to react, waved his sleeves coolly, turned around and left with "Orange Escape".
Wow!
The door curtain is raised.
The bright morning light shines into the dark and dim building.
Yan Qufu had not slept all night and was already dizzy. At this moment, he suddenly felt his eyes stinging and subconsciously closed them.
When he opened it again, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated when he saw the scene in front of him.
The young monk with his back turned to him, his robes fluttering in the wind, seemed to be walking on the top of the river and the sky.
And his round and smooth head actually exuded a dazzling brilliance like gilded gold.
It is just like the true Buddha appears in this world, gathers the spiritual light of heaven and earth, and speaks the Dharma to all living beings.
Until Zhou Yi's figure disappeared at the end of Chenxi Lake, Yan Qu Mansion still hadn't recovered.
"Oranges...oranges..."
He muttered repeatedly in a low voice, as if trying to find the moral truth between heaven and earth from this ordinary fruit.
Axiu held her chin and analyzed carefully: "I think he was just making random nonsense to relieve the embarrassment just now."
Yan Qufu shook his head slightly, and a hint of joy appeared on his face: "Monks do not lie. Although this monk is young, he is full of Buddha-nature. Every move, word and deed contains the profound meaning of Buddhism. Axiu, you don't know. Since yesterday,
From late to this morning, my sense of energy has been falling. However, when the monk said the word 'orange' in farewell, my sense of energy stopped falling, and the decline stopped!"
"Thank God, I finally saved the last trace of 'qi'. If I really let go of my anger, I, the 'Yan Wu No. 1' in Chang'an City in the past, would be laughed to death."
"So, he is determined to get his oranges."
Axiu looked surprised and hesitated to speak, but did not refute in the end.
In this world, he trusts Yan Qufu more than anyone else.
"By the way, teacher, isn't Taqingyun a basic Qinggong for beginners? Why did you tell him that it was..."
A smile as bright as a pearl of wisdom appeared on Yan Qufu's pale face.
"That's why he will definitely come to ask his master for further tips on the exercises.
This monk's state of mind was so high that he thought he would be able to complete the first stage of the practice very quickly. Back then, it took me four months to complete the practice.
It is estimated that it will only take him two to three months, or even a month, to complete the practice, and then enter the second stage of Qing Gong practice.
Although I have given you the techniques for the second stage of Qing Gong, if you don’t cooperate with your mind, it will be difficult to complete it.”
Axiu suddenly realized: "Teacher is very calculating."
"Haha. When the time comes and I ask him for advice on how to break his inner demons, he will never refuse again."
…
The willow bank of the lake is more than a hundred steps away.
In the morning breeze, Zhou Yi walked leisurely.
Who would have thought that the retired prime minister's mansion in a remote southern county would hide so many ulterior secrets.
The mysterious and mysterious maid Xiangzhu beside me.
The first instructor of the Shence Army who was involved in the "Shu Dao Contest" incident fourteen years ago is Yan Qufu, who is known as the invincible man in Chang'an.
Including the "young man" next to Yan Qufu who came from the depths of the whirlpool of the capital and remained anonymous but did not know his true life experience.
Fortunately, all of this was informed in advance because of the small black letters.
'The biggest use of the small black letters is to know these secret information and events, so that you can avoid all disturbances.'
'...Although it seems like everyone is covered in it now, the monk can still escape calmly without taking away a single cloud.'
Zhou Yi holds the secrets and thinks optimistically and confidently.
The only thing that made him feel gloomy was the immortal who left a sword rhyme in Yan Qufu's mouth.
In the small black characters, although there are not many descriptions of ghostly monsters, they at least exist.
However, a similar sword fairy has never appeared before, and it seems to be beyond the scope of small black characters.
This feeling of being out of control made Zhou Yi feel slightly uncomfortable.
"so annoying……"
Dark clouds obscured the fragile morning light.
The breeze floated, and the light rain swayed with it, falling from the sky and dotted among the mountains and rivers.
Zhou Yi covered the slightly wet scroll in his clothes, but did not speed up his pace. Shi Shiran walked along the willow bank of the river towards the courtyard of Xu Mansion.
Today, he is no longer the delicate patient who was frail and unable to bear the slightest chill in the past month.
After the mysterious green smoke blended into the qi and blood, it left behind a gentle force - what Zhou Yi jokingly called the power of health preservation, which was also a power he planned to develop by borrowing martial arts.
Whenever there is cold air approaching the body, this gentle power will always appear leisurely.
Conducting "health maintenance" for a certain swordsman.
"Click~"
There was a sound like raindrops falling on a lake.
Zhou Yi didn't pay attention.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
The sound kept ringing.
It seemed as if it could penetrate the heavy barriers of the mortal body and create real ripples on his mirror-flat inner lake.
Zhou Yi has never felt like this since he came to this world.
He stopped walking and turned around to look.
In the rainy waves of early autumn, a carp swam to the shore at some point, like a fish tail studded with golden tassels, gently lapping the lake surface.
Zhou Yi took a closer look and saw that this carp was quite big, about half a foot.
He once heard a chef from the Xu Mansion who was good at throwing knives and fish meat say that carps are spirits in the water and their life span is similar to that of humans.
The half-foot-long carp looks quite big, but in fact it is only about ten years old.
In another Li and Tang dynasty, because carp was a homophone to the country's surname, there was a law that stipulated that caught carps should be put back into the water, and those who sold carp would be punished with sixty sticks.
What Zhou Yi never thought was that in this world, carps are also protected by laws.
It was just because the founding monarch of the country was on an expedition to the Liusha River in the west more than 300 years ago. He was tired of traveling and was not accustomed to the acclimatization. He was also plotted by evil things and was dying. Fortunately, a carp came with a strange medicine and saved the monarch.
When the country was established, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty issued an edict granting amnesty to all carps in the world.
Three hundred years later, the laws still exist, but they have become one of those laws that only target common people.
In the rain curtain, Zhou Yi looked at the golden-tailed carp that opened its lips toward him and made swallowing movements.