Chapter 3： female ghost press

The next day, the weather was worse than yesterday.

The sky was cloudy again, and the air was filled with a bone-chilling cold. There was no sun in the sky, and a heavy snow seemed to be brewing again.

All kinds of things from last night are vivid in my mind.

The immortal Shouyuan, the cloud platform of immortality in the mysterious mind, the towering dead tree hidden in nothingness, and the more ethereal immortal decree of immortality, the adventure of wandering around too much.

The amount of information was a bit large, and after a while, he regained his senses. Yunsu took out the bronze mirror that Wang Xuanji had found from under the pillow, and looked at himself carefully.

Her appearance basically remained the same, her hair was very long, but luckily it stopped growing wildly around her waist.

What is unclear is the temperament, the most special is the eyes, if the pupils were unobstructed before, but now they are like a deep pool, faint, but fortunately, the eyesight is not obstructed.

Yunsu felt that her self in the mirror had changed a little bit, she seemed to have a little bit of slack, relaxed and at ease, like a Zugu Weng who didn't worry about food and clothing.

"Heaven, earth, people, sun, moon and stars..."

Lang Lang's reading sound came from the hall. He was reading a book of enlightenment. It was simple and direct without rhyme, but it was easy to read, but it was inferior to the famous "Three Character Classic" that had been passed down for thousands of years on Earth.

Wang Xuanji's voice was deliberately kept low, trying to correct the three children, and from time to time he had to coax the youngest in the cradle.

In the air, a faint smell of broth filled the air, making people feel very at ease.

Yunsu is not good at teaching his children to read, cooking, and taking care of children. There are more important things.

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"Reading a hundred times, the meaning is lost."

Yunsu sat cross-legged, with the "Tongxuan Jing" that he had read several times on his knees, and felt a little bit touched.

The Xuanmu Sect before bankruptcy was just an ordinary martial arts faction that could no longer be ordinary. He had read through the few martial arts secrets, unless it was a treasure of heaven and earth, a high-ranking person empowered him, or he could get through Ren Du Er. pulse.

Otherwise, an otaku who has never even practiced squatting and horse stances, nor has he tied his legs, would have a hard time practicing martial arts if he didn't spend endless years.

And compared with the way of immortal cultivation, the temptation is still much smaller.

What makes people a little surprised is that this "Tongxuan Jing", the little girl said that it was always in the door, the master and all the brothers have read it, and some people practiced according to it, and finally gave up.

Wang Xuanji once imitated Wang Muxuan's tone and said: "There is no one in the world who can enter the immortal way according to this method, but you can read one or two as a miscellaneous book."

But when Yunsu came to this world, he knew that he had the qualification to live forever, and also got the information that this world is a huge and almost boundless world of immortal cultivation. Keep watching.

To put it simply, this "Tongxuan Jing" can be described in one sentence.

Self-cultivation, self-cultivation, long-term openness.

The whole book is divided into three chapters, the first one is about self-cultivation, the second one is about qi, and the third one is about penetrating mysteries.

The chapter on self-cultivation begins with daily life, food and clothing, and from infancy to old age. The whole article is written on the essence of self-cultivation.

For example, in terms of work and rest, the requirement in the book is to get up at the sunrise and go out to eat outside to get some breath.

This sunrise was about five hours earlier than the time when Yunsu stayed in bed on Earth. And it must be done every day, without interruption.

In the same way, it is too early to eat dinner before sunset.

It’s fine if it’s just time-critical, even the style of pajamas, sleeping posture, bed orientation, interior furnishings, and so on.

The requirements for food and clothing are not too difficult.

Eat hundreds of grains, taste thousands of herbs, drink water without roots, be eaten by heaven and earth, and even have regulations on when and how much to eat.

What time to eat, what to eat for three meals, all have requirements.

The whole scripture is a bit pedantic, extremely harsh, and the words are harsh. It seems that it violates any one of the articles, so there is no need to continue to study the chapter on Wangqi.

The chapter on looking for qi is mainly about qi.

It is also very clear in the article that the first article of self-cultivation is to adjust one's body to the best state. Over time, through ten or even decades of perseverance, the whole person can reach the best state of hope.

The second chapter, looking at qi, begins to guide people to understand the internal and external qi, and try to introduce qi into the body, from young to old, from seasons to seasons, from east, west, north and south, from mountains and rivers to rivers. have talked about.

The third chapter, Tongxuan, is to teach people to break their own shackles, to lead qi into the body, to break the entrance of heaven and earth, and finally to lead qi into the body and become a monk.

This part has the most content, and most of them are difficult to understand, such as the method of luck. As for the several superficial techniques recorded in it, it is like a book from heaven.

The first two articles are easy to understand, and the third article, Tongxuan, is in the fog. I don’t know if the author himself has a lot of things he doesn’t understand, or if Yunsu didn’t meet the requirements of the first two articles.

After reciting, the sun was setting, and I just drank some pheasant soup and stopped after eating a few pieces of meat.

The food was still not too much. Several of the children were already skinny and skinny, and Wang Xuanji was even more pale and hungry.

A few and a half-old children can easily eat poor Yunsu. Before they get enough food, they can only suffer for themselves.

"Cultivation is really very difficult."

After reading the "Tongxuan Jing" in the past few days, Yunsu asked himself to clear his mind and few desires, cut off all kinds of delusions, and lost his color when he saw the sky, but he still did not feel the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, nor did he seize any opportunity to enter the Dao.

I don't know if it's a matter of aptitude or a matter of penetrating the Mysterious Scriptures.

The full text is only ten thousand words of the Tong Xuan Jing, and I can almost recite it, but I am still confused.

Yunsu has read it over the past few days, and still has a certain confidence in Tongxuan Jing. It is based on the daily life of ordinary people and follows the steps step by step. Although the process is harsh, it is easy to understand, and many places are not unreasonable.

Since this is the world of practice, there should be no shortage of spiritual qi. If you want to introduce qi into the body, although it is not something that can be achieved by ten months of work, after accumulating over time, after adjusting the physical body and consciousness to a special state, it is possible to introduce qi into the body. body.

In today's embarrassment, there is no teacher's teaching, no monk's guidance, and no way of knowing what aptitude is.

Although the "Tongxuan Jing" is extremely ordinary and extremely simple, it may be an entry-level Taoist book for those who have extremely poor aptitude and a strong desire to the Tao, who are quite self-disciplined in food, clothing, housing, life, and daily life, but who yearn for cultivation. .

"Prepare with both hands."

Yunsu secretly made up his mind, while relying on the Tong Xuan Sutra in his hand to try to cultivate, while exploring more secrets of the longevity cloud platform.

It was getting dark, so he added two more bars to the main entrance of the main hall. Night is the most dangerous.

There is a cellar under the statue of the **** in the main hall. It was the back-hand of Wang Muxuan in the past.

At night, Wang Xuanji took the little guys to hide there. After Yun Su checked the doors and windows and turned off the lights in the hall, he continued to go back to the room and read at night.

Barren hills leaking houses, snowy fields cover the sky.

The night was surprisingly quiet, the oil lamp had been lit, the wick wrapped in cotton was soaked in oil, and the bean-sized fire lit up the room.

"Tuk... Tuk Tuk!"

There was a gentle knock on the door, the sound was not loud, as if it was in the heart, Yunsu looked up with difficulty, and he was still in the room.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

The knock on the door rang again, Yun Su looked outside through the gap in the window, it was pitch black, and there was no starlight at all. At this point, when the mountains were covered by heavy snow, who would knock on the door in the middle of the night.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong. UU reading

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

The knock on the door rang for the third time, and Yunsu decided to take a look.

He walked to the door of the main hall in a daze, glanced at him in confusion, and felt that the whole person seemed to be a little more awake, and his heart was a little more vigilant.

On weekdays, I also asked Wang Xuanji why Wang Muxuan, as a person in the Jianghu, offered a statue of a god. Only then did he know that Wang Muxuan was a wandering Taoist in his early years, and the Xuanmu Sect occasionally received some religious services in the dojo.

Yunsu didn't open the door rashly, but through a crack in the door, she saw a woman in white standing pretty in the courtyard outside. .

Thinking about it a few more times, it seems that I can't really see it. At this time, the scene is quite strange.

What's even more strange is that she didn't even approach the door of the main hall, but the knock on the door rang again.

Yunsu's unease became stronger and stronger.

"Master, the little girl accidentally lost her family and lost her direction. I also ask the master to show mercy and open the door."

Yunsu felt very frightened, his mouth was dry, and there was a chill in his feet. In the past 20 years, he has not even dared to watch Midnight Ghost movies alone.

This kind of fear is real, and it has nothing to do with immortality, whether there is infinite lifespan that can be squandered.

Yunsu said without hesitation:

"My son is not here, come back next time."

"Young master, what do you mean by this? A weak woman from the slave family..."

"roll!"

It was said that the person in the dream didn't know it, Yunsu was in a daze, still couldn't sleep, but his body curled up slightly, and he became cold under the two layers of quilt.

In the courtyard outside the house, a woman in white appeared, and a yin wind blew for no reason, blowing snow particles, and the doors and windows vibrated.