Start with ten times the talent of Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 181
When Meng Xiuyuan was young in his previous life, he spent a lot of effort reading Daoist collections in the library on Mount Wudang.

Although his talent and comprehension were limited, and later he was distracted by martial arts, and his study and understanding of Dao Zang was far inferior to the seven senior brothers above, but after all, he did not gain nothing.

Looking at the flowers on horseback, he is familiar with many Taoist scriptures, and the famous "Huang Ting Jing" is naturally among them.

Moreover, because the "Huang Ting Jing" has always been regarded by alchemists as "the jade law for learning immortals and the golden discipline for cultivating Taoism", and it has been pushed to the status of the ancestral book of the alchemy scriptures, Meng Xiuyuan attaches great importance to it, and has done some research on its background .

"Huang Ting Jing" is composed of two parts: "Huang Ting Jing Jing" and "Huang Ting Jing Jing", the core content of which is roughly the same.

These two books first flowed out from Mrs. Wei Cunhua, the first generation master of the Shangqing School in the Jin Dynasty, and have been widely spread in the world.She claimed that this sutra was passed down by Lao Tzu, but it was obviously not true, it was just a name.

More practically speaking, the rhymes of the "Outer Scenery" are older and earlier than the "Inner Scenery"; the rhythms of the "Outer Scenery" can be as early as the Qin and Han Dynasties, and no later than the Three Kingdoms;

Based on this, we can roughly guess the time when the book was written, but it is unknown who wrote it.

Of course, it doesn't matter who wrote the book, what matters is what's in it.

Before Meng Xiuyuan crossed in his first life, he had heard the saying that "by reciting Huang Ting thousands of times, you can see ghosts and gods, harmonize the three souls and five souls, so that you can live forever and see for a long time", but at that time he thought it was just a good wish of the ancients , I didn't pay too much attention to it.

So under the faint green light of the fluorite, Meng Xiuyuan tried his best to gather energy in his eyes, and began to read the scriptures on the slate from beginning to end, to see if there was anything special about it that he didn't know.

But in this way, Meng Xiuyuan was a little at a loss.

Back then, Mr. Xiaoyaozi got the divine book and wanted to pass it on to everyone in the valley, but after he taught it for a few months, everyone was either not interested in practicing it, or they stumbled and only learned a little.

Meng Xiuyuan was taken aback when he heard the sound, he was fascinated by reading the "Shangqing Huangting Outside Scenery", but he didn't pay attention to the passage of time, he didn't expect that he had been down for so long.

In this state, Meng Xiuyuan only felt that his heart was peaceful, quiet, empty and indifferent, and from this he felt a sense of joy and ease from the bottom of his heart.

Later, my husband had no choice but to give up this idea, but none of us felt regretful.

After all, the richness of the spiritual energy here is even stronger than the "Immortal Changchun Spring" above, but the air is limited after all, and it cannot be used for a long time, so we should hurry up and use it.

Because if you observe quietly, you will find that the sound of the water drops is not uniform, but quite regular.After every seven beeps, there will be a small pause, and after nearly a hundred small pauses, there will be a long pause.

……

Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a long time when he heard the words, and then explained to Meng Xiuyuan cautiously:
"This "Huang Ting Jing" is profound and mysterious, and it is a classic handed down by the ancestors of Taoism, so I dare not comment on it.

On the opposite side, Mr. Mu Zeng didn't think it was strange to see Meng Xiuyuan muttering something to the bluestone board. On the contrary, there was a look of relief in his eyes, and he just looked at the handsome young man in front of him so quietly.

This feeling is very strange, not as energetic and quick-thinking as his innate "sudden enlightenment state", nor as energetic and comfortable as when he practiced Qi Yungong on weekdays.

Reluctantly, until Zhang Sanfeng finally found the Black Jade Ointment and came back, Meng Xiuyuan finally found a sensible person, and immediately took the "Huang Ting Jing" to his master Zhang Zhenzhen, and asked him the key to it.

He owed favors to others, and most of the time he either gave the other party some money, or taught the other party a few tricks, and then he repaid it.But at this moment, the old man neither needs money nor has any intention of practicing kung fu, so Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but wonder how to repay him for his kindness.

The water drop pauses every seven times, which is consistent with the form of the seven-character rhyme in the "Shangqing Huangting External Scenery".However, Meng Xiuyuan remembered that there were 98 sentences in the full scripture, which was exactly the same as the number of big pauses for each drop of water.

"Mr. Meng and Mr. Xiaoyaozi are really similar, they are both sincere seekers.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the old man was moved by the scene, and his words showed a little vicissitudes.

Obviously, it should be referring to this "Shangqing Huangting External Scene Classic" that no one can really practice even though its conception is profound.

Old Zhang has been practicing martial arts all his life, so he understands the mystery, so it is not difficult for him to teach the scriptures.But his answer to Meng Xiuyuan was very simple:
"You can't practice this scripture, so you should concentrate on practicing martial arts."

"Young Master Meng, congratulations, you must have found that divine book."

Meng Xiuyuan was taken aback when he heard the words, then nodded, secretly thinking that what Mr. Mu Zeng said was reasonable.The people in the valley live in stability and happiness, and their minds are pure, so no Taoist kung fu learned is useless.

Listening carefully, I found that every time the sound of water droplets falling, the tone and timbre will be slightly different, just like human voices, and the coherence is quite cadenced.

All kinds of coincidences made Meng Xiuyuan's hair stand on end, and his heart trembled.

Then, he held up the bluestone slab, followed the rhythm and cadence of the sound of the water droplets falling, and began to recite this "Shangqing Huangting External Scenery" aloud.

I heard from my husband that people outside the valley can only live for a few decades, and they still need to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and suffer from diseases and disasters.

After thinking wildly for a while, Meng Xiuyuan realized that the matter had come to an end, there was no need to think too much on his own, he simply took the initiative to let go of these troubles, and turned to develop the remaining value of this lake bottom air chamber as much as possible.

"Old man, don't you wonder what is written on this bluestone slab?

……

After finishing reciting the "Shangqing Huangting External Scenery" with the melody of water drops, and opening his eyes again, Meng Xiuyuan only felt refreshed, and his whole spirit was lifted.

It wasn't until Meng Xiuyuan expressed that he was ready to leave the valley that he calmly said to Meng Xiuyuan:

At this point, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help being very happy in his heart, knowing that although his trip to the bottom of the lake was a bit unexpected, he really got a "divine book".

I can still remember that when he first came up from the bottom of the lake more than a hundred years ago, he was just like the young master now. He was so precious to such a bluestone slab, his eyes seemed to be glued to it.

I am even more dull, sir, he personally taught me for a long time, but I still can't get started.

Meng Xiuyuan was originally focused on the content of the "Shangqing Huangting Outside Scenery" on the bluestone board, so he didn't pay much attention to the water drop, but at this moment when he closed his eyes and meditated, when he heard the sound of the water drop again, his heart moved. I vaguely noticed something was wrong.

At this point, Meng Xiuyuan finally did not continue, and tied the bluestone slab in his hand to his waist in resentment, and sighed deeply.

I was able to get the divine book from the bottom of the lake largely because of your guidance, so I dare not monopolize it.

If you hadn't found the secret room at the bottom of the lake, no matter how skilled you are, how could you hold your breath for so long. "

When I was young, I had a high spirit, I used to want to do what others could not, and I also painstakingly studied the "Shangqing Huangting External Scenery", but apart from a little help in understanding martial arts, I did not make any real progress after all, but wasted a lot of time ..."

Just talking about the facts, in more than a hundred years, I have never heard of anyone who can really live forever and become immortal by virtue of it.

The old man laughed when he heard the words, and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Young Master Meng, don't you know that you have been submerged underwater for more than an hour.

It's a pity that only this scripture is engraved on this bluestone board, and there is no other content.

However, there was enough oxygen in the air chamber, so Meng Xiuyuan didn't leave in a hurry, but thought about "struggling" to see if he could find any secrets from it.

At the beginning, there was nothing special about it, but as he got more and more involved, he thought of "supporting life and guarding emptiness, why should he think about emptiness when he is indifferent and happy", "keep the body close to himself, keep quiet and keep nothing for the gods" While waiting for the scriptures, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly felt his spirit cleared up, and then he felt a miraculous state of inexplicable ease.

Meng Xiuyuan had already benefited greatly, although he felt a little regretful seeing this, but it didn't affect his original good mood.

It's a pity that after a while, until Meng Xiuyuan's eyes were dazzled, he didn't see anything miraculous.

After all, the old man lived for more than 100 years, so he could see what Meng Xiuyuan was thinking, and couldn't help laughing again, and didn't say much, even if he took Meng Xiuyuan to his home, he treated him graciously for several days.

Seeing Meng Xiuyuan jumping out of the water like a sharp arrow and jumping onto the boat, Mr. Mu Zeng's expression brightened immediately, and he congratulated Meng Xiuyuan.

After all, even Master Zhang Zhenren couldn't really practice it, so he naturally didn't need to waste time on such illusory things.

Meng Xiuyuan trembled slightly, shaking off the water droplets on his body, put on his robe, and said to Mu Zeng with a smile:
"The old man knows things like a god, how did you know?"

If you are interested, I will tell you the secrets when we go back..."

Cultivating Immortals is always vivid, so Meng Xiuyuan specially studied the "Huang Ting Jing", but unfortunately he has limited ability and can't understand it.I went to ask Song Yuanqiao again, and the senior brother said that he could understand a little bit, but he couldn't explain it to Meng Xiuyuan.

After hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Meng Xiuyuan realized immediately, and decisively sent the "Huang Ting Jing" scriptures back to the Cangshu Pavilion, never looked at them again, and even lost interest in other similar classics.

Meng Xiuyuan was very regretful when he heard the words at the time. Although he would not question Master's judgment, he couldn't help but ask one more question:
"Master, do you say that I can't do it because I don't have enough aptitude, or because this scripture is useless?"

The old man laughed, shook his head and waved his hands, and flatly refused to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Young Master Meng has a heart, but no matter how good this divine book is, not everyone wants to learn it.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate, and immediately sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and used the "Beiming Divine Art" to absorb the pure spirit energy into his body, to see if it could help him in any way.

Later, he was reborn through time travel and became Meng Shaoxia of the Wudang school. When he came to such a world with inner strength and true energy, many of Meng Xiuyuan's previous common sense was broken, and instead he had doubts about all unknown things, and he was not in a hurry to affirm or deny them.

In contrast, we people in the valley are already very happy, and we have nothing more to ask for. "

The air chamber at the bottom of the lake has limited oxygen after all, so Meng Xiuyuan didn't stay long. After listening to the rhythm of the water drops several times in an "enlightenment state" and strengthening his memory, he took the bluestone slab and jumped into the water again. , drilled out of the cave, and floated straight to the surface of the water.

Although Meng Xiuyuan is not a person who likes to have delusions, but everything in this immortal Changchun Valley is beyond common sense, so Meng Xiuyuan can't help but think more.

Speaking of the bottom of the lake at this moment, Meng Xiuyuan felt cold in his heart, secretly thinking that his hard work might be in vain.

Meng Xiuyuan was also a little emotional when he heard the words, and he didn't want to see this kind old man sad, so he deliberately changed the subject to him and said:

But from the bottom of his heart, Meng Xiuyuan didn't hold much hope anymore, because he thought of what Mr. Mu Zeng told him before, among the two divine books at the bottom of the lake, there was one that Xiaoyaozi could neither learn nor like.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly took off the bluestone slab tied around his waist, put it under the sun and observed it carefully, hoping to see if he could find any new discoveries under the sun.

After all, if you don't study the divine scriptures, your life will still be the same.

Alas, time flies so fast, I don't know where Mr. Xiaoyaozi is now, why don't you come to Guzhong to see me, an old friend..."

Meng Xiuyuan has never had such an experience in his two lifetimes of cultivation.Although there is no obvious improvement in strength on the surface, he can faintly perceive it in his heart, and it is quite beneficial for him to recite the scriptures once.

I would like to ask you to say hello to Mr. Xiaoyaozi for me if you see Mr. Xiaoyaozi outside in the future.

Obviously there is nothing famous here, Meng Xiuyuan is going to go out to a place with good light and take a closer look to see if there is any hidden content on the bluestone board that he missed by mistake.

The "Shangqing Huangting External Scenery" written on the slate is roughly the same as the version that Meng Xiuyuan saw on Wudang Mountain in his previous life.Even if there may be a few words in the subtleties, it does not affect the overall meaning.

And just as he gradually calmed down, he suddenly heard the sound of "tick tick tick" becoming more and more obvious in his ears.When I opened my eyes, it turned out that it was the sound of water droplets dripping from the stalactite, hitting the ground.

"Young Master Meng, I know you are a kind-hearted person, so the little old man has something to ask.

According to the rhythm of the water drops, he recited the "Shangqing Huangting Outside Scenery" again, and sure enough, even though God was on the swaying boat, Meng Xiuyuan quickly entered the state of peace, tranquility, emptiness and indifference .

It wasn't until Meng Xiuyuan opened his eyes refreshed again that the old man quietly said:

He hurriedly held his breath and listened to the sound of the falling water drop, until after another big pause, the water drop started to fall from the beginning, and he hurriedly activated the "epiphany state", recording all the rhythm and tone of the falling water drop into his mind.

You don't need to say more about the rest, you just say that the little old man named Mu Zeng in this valley hid a jar of wine in the cellar in the backyard.

The wine has been buried for more than 100 years, and the little old man has been waiting for a good friend to come back before he can take out the wine and taste it. "

Meng Xiuyuan was moved when he heard the words, and he could not help but nodded to Mr. Mu Zeng immediately, saying that if he was lucky enough to meet that senior Xiaoyaozi, he would definitely convey all his words verbatim.

　And at night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)