Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 220
There is a palace and a temple under Chaoge Mountain.

The palace is Mingqing Palace, and the temple is Baipu Temple.

Leaving aside the White Waterfall Temple, let's say that the Mingqing Palace is another Daoist system of Taoism, and the way it cultivates is famous all over the world.

This autopsy is not the autopsy of Mo Chuan's own ghost.

But Sanqing Avenue.

Also known as: Fudao.

To be precise, autopsy is one of the ways to lie down.

There is a saying in "Taoism Yishu": Fu Tao has three interpretations, which are Wu Jie, Wen Jie, and Shi Jie.

Three revolutions are solved every time, and nine revolutions are synthesized.

Let's not mention Wu Jie and Wen Jie for the time being, let's say that this corpse analysis has already been carried forward in the hands of Mingqing Palace.

Rumor has it that there are two things in Mingqing Palace.

One is many bones, the bone fairy family.

The second is multi-yang bamboo, the sea of ​​bamboo is billowing.

On this day, in a sea of ​​bamboo, the master of the sword and stick pavilion of Mingqing Palace with fluttering white hair sat alone under the shade of bamboo, laying out a chessboard, fighting in full swing, as if fighting each other from left to right.

"Da da da……"

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps, and a young Taoist approached.

This Taoist man is wearing a green robe and a big cloak, he looks heroic, has a flute around his waist, and a green sword behind his back, the tip of the sword is facing upwards, and the hilt is facing downwards.

It is Su Qin's back sword pose!

When the young Taoist approached, he cupped his hands and bowed: "Disciple Qingyuan, pay homage to Master! I have met all senior uncles and uncles!"

Isn't it?
If you open your eyes, you will be able to see the bustle and bustle beside the master of the sword and stick pavilion.

Dozens of ghosts and immortals, no, it should be said, souls transformed by a little essence, sat in a circle, bustling with each other.

Some regret playing chess;

Some want to grab their children;

Some secretly changed the chess pieces, watching the excitement.

"Going down the mountain to train your mind for two years, and returning once, it seems that you have learned something?" The master of the Jianzhang Pavilion dropped the chess piece and turned to ask.

"I got a little income, so I went back to the palace. I want to cleanse my soul and cultivate an immortal body, so I ask Master for permission." Qing Yuan clasped his hands and replied, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Well, come here, let me take a good look at it." The master of the sword and stick pavilion beckoned.

Qing Yuan approached, stretched out his right hand, and let Master take the pulse.

The master of Jianzhang Pavilion pressed his fingers and pressed his pulse, and after a little probe, the smile couldn't stop immediately on his face: "Not bad, not bad, the soul is strong, and the immortal is hiding, it is a good time to cultivate the immortal body."

Qing Yuan's expression brightened: "With the master's words, the disciple will feel relieved."

"The Chaoge Cocktail Party is being held in full swing these days. Those monsters and ghosts drink too much, and there will always be a few arrogant people. The matter of the Immortal Body is very important. You, let's postpone it for a few days for now, so as not to cause any trouble." Sword The main road of the stick pavilion.

"Disciple understands!" Qing Yuan cupped his hands.

The so-called fairy body is actually Yangzhu.

In Mingqing Palace, there are three levels of autopsy.

The Jianzhang Pavilion is repaired, which is the method of replacing the corpse with the sword and stick.

That is to say, take a section of yang bamboo, wash it with blood essence, blend with spirit and soul, and finally abandon the shackles of the physical body, send yang bamboo, and replace the shape with a stick, in order to seek great freedom.

Of course, this method is also very risky.

Once the cultivation of the immortal body is started, the physical body will wither and the Yang Zhu swallows the qi. This process is almost irreversible, and once it stops, it will be a waste of time.

Because there is only one ray of human fetal breath, once it is exhausted, it cannot be regenerated.

In addition, the physical body is not strong enough, the soul is not refined enough, and the cultivation of the immortal body is very likely to fail.

Once you fail, you will lose your mind and soul;

In light cases, the physical body is withered, the soul is trapped in the sun bamboo, and there is no hope of subduing the Tao for life, and it is even difficult to switch to the ghost way.

Right now, these countless intangible and invisible souls are the losers of the Sword and Stick Pavilion in the past.

Because of this, the master of the Sword and Stick Pavilion was very cautious and advised his disciples to delay cultivating the immortal body.

"Little Daoist Qingyuan, I've been training my heart for two years, I'm afraid I have experienced a lot, why don't you talk to me, it's right to relieve the boredom."

"You old boy, Qing Yuan just came back, so let him take a break."

"Oh, they are all practitioners, so why be polite?"

Just as the master of the Sword and Stick Pavilion finished explaining his business, the remnants over there couldn't wait to chirp.

Those who failed the autopsy were trapped in Yangzhu for an unknown number of years, even though they were accompanied by colleagues, they were also extremely lonely, seeing Qing Yuan coming back, they were naturally extremely enthusiastic.

"Qing Yuan went down the mountain to train his mind for two years, and the things he encountered are too numerous to enumerate. Many things are still puzzling. Now I just ask for advice from all the masters, uncles and uncles. I hope I don't think the disciple is stupid."

Qing Yuan cupped his hands and said with a smile.

"Oh, you kid is just like your master, you speak politely, speak quickly."

"Extremely great!"

Qingyuan smiled slightly when he heard the words, then untied the Qingzhi sword, crossed his knees on the bluestone of the bamboo path, pondered for a while, and then spoke eloquently.

After two years of mental training, everything I have experienced can be found everywhere.

Qingyuan knew that his teachers and uncles were lonely, so he simply ignored the key points, and simply narrated everything in detail from the beginning to the end, ranging from anecdotes about tea stalls on the street to the danger of slaying demons and demons.

For a while, the bamboo forest became more and more quiet, only the voice of Qing Yuan's narration was left.

Even the noisy teachers and uncles shut their mouths.

Only when they encounter disputes, they will quarrel with red faces, which looks very lively.

Before I knew it, it was already dark.

How Ren Qingyuan described everything in detail, the story will eventually come to an end.

At the end, Qing Yuan suddenly said with great interest:
"Speaking of which, when I returned to the palace, my disciple encountered an interesting incident in Qingjiang County at the foot of the mountain."

"Oh, hurry up and talk about it."

"It's a coincidence that my disciple was eager to return to the palace, so he copied the path, and happened to meet a group of dutiful sons and virtuous grandsons who prayed for longevity. The disciple listened to the villagers' comments. The god once asked, have you thought about it clearly?"

"Hahaha, once this remark comes out, I'm afraid it will scare those foolish people to death?"

"Deserve to be scared to death!"

The remnants of the remnants laughed and chattered non-stop.

Qing Yuan said with a smile: "As the teachers, uncles and uncles said, it is obviously an act of praying to the gods. Seeing the gods make a sound, those filial sons and virtuous grandchildren don't like it, but they are afraid, and they are scattered like birds and beasts, which only adds to the jokes. I hope that after this incident, I can teach them You know, there are gods up three feet above your head, don't do things that deceive yourself and others."

"Extremely great!"

The uncles and uncles nodded their heads one after another.

Not wanting to, the Master of the Sword and Stick Pavilion who had never spoken all this time suddenly asked: "The dutiful son is called Zhao Wensong?"

Qing Yuan looked surprised: "Master knows him?"

The master of Jianzhang Pavilion stroked his white beard, shook his head and said, "The word Wensong is a gift from the poor Taoist."

Qing Yuan became more and more surprised: "There is such a fate?"

"Zhao Wensong was young, frail and sick. His mother loves her son dearly. She often went to the palace to offer incense. I have met him a few times in the poor way. She saw that a humble name is useless, so she begged me to adopt a correct name to suppress evil spirits..."

When the Sword and Stick Pavilion Master said this, his tone suddenly felt a little emotional:

"Two years ago, the poor Taoist also saw him come to the palace to offer incense. I heard that he was quite filial. The Master of the Corpse Keeping Pavilion intended to lure him into Taoism. Why didn't we see him for two years and instead insulted his sick mother?"

"People's hearts are fickle, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. Prajna is at ease and dissolves in the nine heavens. Maybe this is human nature!" Qing Yuan replied after pondering for a while.

The master of the sword and stick pavilion didn't say a word, and after a while he said: "Forget it, since I have the feeling of bestowing a name, I should take a look at it."

　[Thanks to "Weili" for the reward of 5000 points, and thanks to "Wang Sanzhi" for the reward! 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)