Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 150 Be prepared for danger in times of peace, Ruixue Fengnian

As the third emperor of Great Xia assumed power, the news of his ascension to the throne immediately spread from the capital to all directions.

Everyone in the world is amazed that when the female emperor is in power, there will be no one who will come after him, but it must be unprecedented.

In Nanyu Mansion, the cold wind is blowing.

Compared with the heavy snow in the north, it is more severe cold here, and the only way to keep warm is to burn coal stoves to warm up.

The New Year is just around the corner, whether it is a monk or an ordinary person, they all return to their hometown to be with their family and relatives.

Cultivators naturally have families, and they are very old. After all, monks who are alone are a minority.

Most of them are still young sect disciples.

Zongmen is also considered humane. During the New Year, Zongmen disciples can go down the mountain to visit their parents and family members.

In a pavilion of the Tianwu Guild branch, the fragrance of medicine overflowed.

"That's right, that's it, control the heat."

A slovenly old man opened his eyes slightly, he was persuasive, and said in a leisurely tone: "The congenital true fire is the dao fire condensed in the body of the foundation-building cultivator. It can be used for alchemy and refining tools. Don't underestimate it. To the extreme, it can be used as a magic spell to defend against enemies, and there are even records in ancient books that an immortal can burn all the people in the world with a mouthful of Samadhi real fire."

"Of course, don't be impatient right now, it is already extremely difficult to refine the alchemy well."

Zhao Huai closed his eyes, his forehead was sweating, and he made imprints with his fingers. He concentrated his energy and faced the alchemy furnace in front of him where the orange fire was beating, and the magic power in his body surged from time to time.

"Puff puff!"

The hot air was boiling, and the lid of the alchemy furnace was turned up and closed again, making a loud sound, like boiling water.

Already can smell the strong fragrance.

Soon, Zhao Huai pulled back his strength, and the movement of the alchemy furnace stopped quickly.

He opened his eyes, ready to take a look at the finished product.

Opening the furnace lid, the red mist rose and blew across the face.

Several bright brown pills lay quietly in the stove.

The sloppy old man glanced at it and commented: "Not bad, seven pills are produced, which is considered excellent."

"After only a few days of learning, I can condense the top-grade Qi Gathering Pill."

"Tsk tsk, your comprehension and memory are a bit amazing. I think it took me three months to learn this thick pile of alchemy summaries. You finished it in three days and memorized it backwards. Fully understood?"

Zhao Huai was praised, but smiled slightly, not arrogant, but humbled: "It's all taught well by the seniors, the name of Gu Daozi is indeed well deserved."

Or [Tianxin Huiyan] Fate's effect was too real. It took him half a day to read the so-called summary of the alchemy.

If it wasn't for other things, it would have been less than three days.

Gu Daozi stroked his white beard depressedly, not believing Zhao Huai's nonsense, and said with emotion:
"Hey, you've practiced swordsmanship well, so why bother to compete with this old man for a job? Don't tell me the sect behind you doesn't give you pills?"

"Actually, this junior is not a sect disciple."

Zhao Huai didn't intend to hide anything, so he just said it.

"Aren't you a disciple of Lingshan?"

Gu Daozi said in surprise.

"Yes, the younger generation is my own door to cultivate immortals, no different from casual cultivators."

Having been with Gu Daozi for many days, the relationship is relatively harmonious, and the two will be in a cooperative relationship in the future, so Zhao Huai told the truth directly.

"It's not easy for a casual cultivator to have the current level of cultivation. Take it, this is the Foundation Establishment Pill you want."

As Gu Daozi said, he handed a porcelain bottle to Zhao Huai.

"Thank you senior."

Zhao Huai was also polite, and immediately took the porcelain bottle.

A sixth-grade alchemist can completely refine Foundation Establishment Pills. Most of Da Yan's subordinates are stuck in Qi training.

In less than a year, he will be able to cultivate a large number of foundation-building monks.

It sounds like the Foundation Establishment Realm has become very simple.

In fact, this is not the case. How can a normal person afford a Qi Gathering Pill? A low-grade Qi Gathering Pill on the market costs a thousand taels of silver, let alone the Foundation Establishment Pill, which is hard to find.

People like Zhao Huai who can get acquainted with a sixth-grade alchemist are, after all, rare.

In the final analysis, it was still the Medicine King Token.

Zhao Huai also didn't know what Yan Jing's status was in Medicine King Pill Valley.

What is certain is that he still has clumsiness.

The two had agreed to meet again on the road of immortality, but they didn't know when they would meet again.

After bidding farewell to Gu Daozi, Zhao Huai quickly returned to Yantang Manor.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Zhishu, who was wearing a Confucian shirt, ran over in a hurry, as if there was something urgent.

"Your Highness, the latest news!"

"The new emperor of Great Xia ascends the throne."

Song Zhishu did a good job of etiquette, bowing and clapping his hands.

Zhao Huai nodded and said, "The action was quick, have you found out who it is?"

"Your Highness, she is the Princess Daxia who was once famous back then."

"Is it an empress?"

Zhao Huai looked a little surprised.

Sure enough, Yin Nanyu's words came true. It is not easy to be an empress, and she is by no means an easy person.

Is it really like the rumors, a human butcher Rakshasa?

If this is the case, this may be a disaster for Great Xia, and this empress is likely to be a tyrant.

Song Zhishu said: "Yes, with her here, the territory of Daxia has basically stabilized, while the Northern Wolf Empire is entrenched in the north, standing still."

Zhao Huai pondered for a moment and said: "Continue to inquire about Daxia's internal information, the more detailed the better, it is best to find out what kind of person this Daxia empress is, and I will leave these matters to you. It has begun to retreat, and it will not appear for a long time."

"This is rewarded to the soldiers and ministers who have contributed, and it will be distributed according to demand."

Zhao Huai took out several bottles of pills from Xuanjie and handed them to the other party.

"understood."

Song Zhishu nodded solemnly, and took the porcelain bottle with both hands.

With the cultivation talent of His Royal Highness, this retreat is definitely going to reach the Golden Core Realm.

For Dayan, this is definitely a great thing.

"Then the subordinate will leave first."

Seeing him leave, Zhao Huai looked at the plum blossoms slowly blooming in the yard.

Seeing things and thinking about people, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

All the people in Dayan regard him as the Lord of Dayan, they are respectful, the new year is coming soon, and here I am, I don't even have a close friend.

Is this the feeling of being too cold at a high place?

The road is long and long, and the road to immortality is destined to be lonely.

Borrow eight times the time flow speed of the ancestor wheel boundary mirror.

He needs to break through to the Golden Core Realm as soon as possible.

Thousands of miles away, the Wuji Immortal Sect.

The ethereal spirit mountain was also covered in white snow.

It's just the sound of thunder humming from time to time in the sky.

An old man in a plain robe, with unfathomable aura, looked at the snowy top of the mountain and coughed from time to time.

"Headmaster, your time is running out."

The elder in white robe next to him sighed.

Anyway, the cultivation of the elder of the Wuji Immortal Sect has at least reached the Nascent Soul Stage, but judging by his appearance, he is very worried.

Headmaster Wuji waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and said with a faint smile:
"Don't be too pessimistic. I have lived for thousands of years. I have seen all the scenery that should be seen, and there is nothing worth nostalgic for."

"Don't worry too much about the affairs of the world right now. The red dragon turns into a phoenix, and the Great Xia's national fortune has stabilized. I will calculate later, there is no major problem. The two have the same fate and different roots. They are hard-to-find people in the world. .”

"Teacher is so tainted with karma, I'm afraid it will be a thunder disaster in the future"

The white-robed elder knew that the head teacher's cultivation had already broken through to transforming gods, and had already reached the latest level, but he had been suppressing it all the time.

Above the transformation of the gods, it is the refining of the void.

Above refining emptiness is Mahayana.

But refining the void is only a transitional stage, and monks will not stay for too long.

Refining the Void is a realm that needs to cross the tribulation.

Lightning Tribulation, Heart Tribulation, Dao Tribulation
The more the monks are afraid of any calamity, the more calamity will come.

This catastrophe does not only refer to a thunderbolt that will disappear after being struck, but a period of time, the period of crossing the catastrophe.

If you get through it, you will be powerful, if you can't get through, you will die, and thousands of years of hard work will be ruined.

And after the breakthrough is the Mahayana realm.

Mahayana is also known as a half-immortal, which can be reborn, gather immortal bones, and breathe out immortal energy.

Can fly directly.

You can also talk about it after you have passed the immortal calamity, but only after you have experienced the immortal calamity can you say that you have proved the way of immortality and become immortal.

After the immortal calamity, one is the real immortal.

But since the immortal road was cut off eight hundred years ago, no one has ascended.

The Mahayana realm is already a half-immortal, if you don't ascend for a long time, stay in the realm, without the nourishment of the immortal energy, the vitality in your body will decline, and the realm will regress.

Therefore, in the hundreds of years after the fairy road was cut off, many great powers fell and died.

At the same time, the spiritual energy gradually became thinner, and the monks were not as good as the next generation.

So much so that even the power of the God Transformation Realm did not dare to break through.

Because this is simply death.

Cultivators have to bear the risk of breaking through. At the same time, even if they break through to the Great Vehicle of Refining Void, their lifespan will not increase, but the risk will be greater.

After the monks broke through to transforming gods, they all tacitly stopped practicing, and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, in order to prevent thunder disasters and entanglement in karma.

Since the immortal road was cut off, no one can break this rule except Yan Zu.

As a result, everyone in the world of cultivating immortals felt that the immortals of Yanzu descended to earth, not ascended.

Right now, Headmaster Promise is facing this dilemma.

His cultivation has been backlogged for too long, and he has already broken through to become a god, but he has not crossed the catastrophe, but suppressed it with secret methods, maintaining a delicate balance.

There were too many causes and effects contaminated a while ago, and now this balance can no longer be maintained.

The secret still locked him.

"Teacher, without you, the people of the Devil's Gate might be in another commotion."

"The disciples who traveled in Beizhou didn't come back either. I'm afraid it's more ominous than good."

The elder in white robe expressed the worry in his heart.

The world of cultivating immortals is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

The current peace is maintained by Xianmen, or in other words, it was maintained by Yanzu 500 years ago with suppression.

Now that Yanzu has been away for too long, some things still cannot be suppressed.

The strength of the head teacher is the strongest among the ancestors of the immortal sect.

Only he can sit in Lingshan.

Master Wuji said: "The demon master was seriously injured by Yan Zu. He will not come out for at least a hundred years. Let the sect's arrogance grow up as soon as possible. This is the real way to deal with the demon sect."

"Elder Hai has been sitting in the False South Sea by himself, fishing for spiritual things, and has done his best for 500 years. If I am gone, let him take my place."

Xiadu.

Above the imperial court, civil and military officials rank around, which is different from the decadent style of the young master's dynasty.

Many young ministers were full of energy, looking at the empress on the dragon chair, their eyes were full of hope.

Of course, there are also ministers with hidden malice who feel that it is inappropriate for a woman to be an emperor, but it is difficult to speak out because of this prestige.

"I have made up my mind about the restoration of the old ministers and the reform of the army. If there is no drastic reform, I will just sit back and wait for destruction."

"Your Majesty, the policy of governing the country by culture was formulated by the late emperor, and if you change it day and night, isn't it a loss of prestige?"

"Yeah, let's talk about it, the old minister retired, how can he go to court again!"

A few old officials below came out and advised loudly.

Yu Qinghan's phoenix eyes glanced at them lightly, and said:
"The northern wolf has already hit the head. You told me to hold the imperial examination again? Let the old minister fill in the vacant position."

"Since ancient times, all the kings who have been ordered and rejuvenated have ruled the world with the virtuous gentleman."

"Sage, it's better to grow old. What's wrong with being old? As long as you can use it, you can use it only if you are talented. I will use it."

"It's you guys who make things difficult, ignore my orders and refute them back and forth. Are you really doing it for the country and the people, or are you saying you have selfish motives?"

After being questioned by Yu Qinghan, several senior ministers swallowed immediately, unable to speak out.

They naturally don't want their status to be shaken.

Especially the founding ministers headed by Fan Yan.

Seeing that the new queen's decision-making is so domineering and decisive.

Many young officials looked sideways again and again, their eyes full of admiration.

What a "virtuous man, rather long", "only talent".

In their view, Yu Qinghan combined all the advantages of the previous two emperors, martial arts and martial arts, and was an emperor worthy of assistance.

This is undoubtedly the gospel for young scholars like them.

Sudden.

Yu Qinghan covered his mouth with his jade hand, and his eyebrows frowned.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

A minister expressed concern.

Yu Qinghan soon returned to his usual expression, shook his head, and said lightly:

"It's nothing, I just rested a little late last night."

"Your Majesty, pay attention to the dragon body."

Yu Qinghan glanced at the ministers, and said calmly: "In a year of heavy snow and good harvest, the spring of the coming year must be a bumper harvest year. The impact of the severe drought should also end. After the new year, the government will distribute farm tools, cattle, and seeds. Settle the common people well and ensure a good harvest in the coming year.”

"As ordered!"

Many officials listened and nodded repeatedly, feeling reasonable.

"Next, there is nothing else to do, so let's retreat."

"Yes!"

All the ministers kowtowed.

After retreating, all officials dispersed one after another.

The scene just now caught an official with dark eyes and remembered it in his heart, and then he walked in the direction of Changning Prince's Mansion.

When it was time to go to court, Yu Qinghan took off the robe of the Liehong Emperor, changed into ordinary people's clothes, and put on a veil.

A person went to a medical shop in the capital, looking for a doctor.

The doctor is an old man in his sixties, who seems to be experienced.

He took Yu Qinghan's pulse, quickly gave a judgment, and said with a smile on his face: "Ma'am, you are happy."

Yu Qinghan's eyes were delighted at first, and then he smiled helplessly, his eyes were inexplicably tangled, and he bit his lips and asked:

"About how long it's been."

"Two months." The doctor stretched out his finger.

"It stands to reason that within two months, nausea and vomiting should also appear. Does Madam have any symptoms?"

"some."

"That's not wrong. Next, the abdomen will swell, which is a normal phenomenon. Madam can make Ling Jun prepare for the pregnancy. I can prescribe a few anti-abortion medicines here, which can relieve the symptoms."

"and many more."

Yu Qinghan interrupted the doctor's writing with a Langhao brush.

The doctor stopped, stared at her with old eyes, frowned and said: "Could it be that Madam doesn't want to have a baby? Or does she say she doesn't want this child."

He has seen many similar examples.

They were all women from good families who were deceived by local hooligans, and then secretly came to him for abortion without telling the family.

Hearing this, Yu Qinghan gritted his silver teeth and fell into hesitation.

The reason why she came to the folk was that she didn't want the imperial doctor in the palace to know about it.

If the minister finds out, what face will she have?
The best way, of course, is to use drugs to abort.

But this is the flesh and blood of the husband, perhaps the only flesh and blood.

She is alone, her elder brother and father have all left, and her husband is also missing.

In other words, now only this child can depend on her for life.

The air was quiet for a long time.

Yu Qinghan was thinking quietly, and the doctor was also waiting for her reply.

Finally, I struggled for a long time.

She raised her eyes, looked at the doctor, took a deep breath and said:
"Excuse me, doctor, please prescribe some anti-fetal medicine."

ps: Do you want a son or a daughter?

(End of this chapter)