Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 630 I don’t have access to the sky, but the sky has access to me

Watching the scene of Zhang Zhiwei breathing, Zhang Jingqing thought about what Zhang Zhiwei said about completing the Saint Thief and teaching them to those old guys so that they could live longer. He had a lot of thoughts.

He had a lot of things he wanted to say to Zhang Zhiwei. These were what he thought subjectively, but objectively he couldn't express them.

There are some things that he, as a master, can only give hints, and those hints are extremely obscure.

I guess this kid will complain later, saying that his Xuanmen masters always like to beat around the bush when talking about things... Zhang Jingqing thought to himself.

At the dinner table, Yi Qian, Zhang Yi and Lan Gu were still discussing Zhang Zhiwei.

Aunt Lan learned Zhang Zhiwei's birth date from Yi Qian. She closed her eyes, pinched her fingers together, muttered something to herself, then opened her eyes with a look of confusion.

"Auntie Lan, what did you figure out?" Yi Qian asked with interest.

Aunt Lan shook her head and said seriously, "I didn't figure out anything. I just felt it was a blank. Even...even when I was calculating, I vaguely felt like I was being spied on."

So she ended the divination immediately.

Yi Qian laughed and said, "I said before that this kid is the reincarnation of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor of the Three Pure Ones and the Four Imperial Gods. He has too much power in his destiny. Why do you insist on calculating it?"

Aunt Lan glared at Yi Qian and said unhappily, "Stop talking nonsense. I don't believe it."

"Aunt Lan, it's normal that you don't believe it, but I do believe it to some extent. This kid is very evil. Although he has many problems, he has been precocious since childhood and doesn't look like an ignorant child at all. If you don't believe it, go ask Zhang Yi!" Yi Qian said.

Aunt Lan looked at Zhang Yi. Although the theory of reincarnation was considered by many to be nonsense and a way to fool the world, as an insider, she had a certain awe for it. She had seen an old monk who had reincarnated.

Zhang Yi said: "Don't listen to Yi Qian's nonsense. In my opinion, the reason why Zhiwei has come to this point can be described by a sentence in the Tao Te Ching."

"Let go!"

Aunt Lan knew that Zhang Yi was good at rituals and was familiar with various classics.

Zhang Yi said: "The founder of Taoism once said, 'The superior man, when he hears the Tao, can practice it. The middle man, when he hears the Tao, is uncertain about it. The inferior man, when he hears the Tao, laughs at it. If he does not laugh, it is not the Tao. Therefore, there is a saying: The clear Tao is like a waste, the advancing Tao is like retreating, the easy Tao is like a similarity...'"

"In short, the Great Dao is extremely simple, but practicing it is extremely difficult. Practicing it requires a person of superior aptitude who is simple, pure, and consistent. Zhang Zhiwei is a person of the best aptitude in the world. Therefore, in front of him, the Great Dao is extremely simple, and that is why he can practice anything quickly."

Root capacity is a word often mentioned in the spiritual practice world. It originated from Buddhism. "Root" refers to innate character and "capacity" refers to the capacity to accept Buddhism.

Later, all three religions had their uses. In the world of extraordinary people, "root" often refers to the abundance of innate qi, and "vessel" refers to the highest level that can be reached through acquired practice.

In short, it is to compare people to a container.
The worst quality roots are like a disposable refill of a ballpoint pen, which is initially filled with a little ink but cannot be filled with ink later on. When the ink is used up, the person dies.

The lower root device is a test tube with half liquid in it. More liquid can be added later. How much can be added depends on the length and width of the test tube.

The same applies to those with superior aptitude.

But there are also people with contradictions, like Feng Zhenghao's daughter Feng Shayan, who is a contradiction.

She is gifted with abundant innate qualities, has extraordinary qualities, and has a sufficient root system. Logically speaking, she is a first-class superior talent.

But unfortunately, her acquired capacity is too small to accommodate more, which puts her in an awkward situation where her abilities are amazing but her acquired strength is just rubbish.

Ma Xianhong of Biyou Village divides people into three types: superior, medium, and inferior.

The function of his self-cultivation furnace is to transform the "vessel" of superior root capacity into the "root" of inferior root capacity.

That is to say, the acquired abilities of the upper root organs are converted into the innate abilities of the lower root organs. After all, the lower root organs have no capacity and there is no possibility of adding water, so we can only start from the root.

When Aunt Lan heard Zhang Yi compare Zhang Zhiwei to the person with the best aptitude in the world, she also felt that it made sense. Judging from Zhang Zhiwei's performance, it was indeed the case.

She sighed, "If you are not born with divine bones, it is useless even if you get the true meaning."

"Brother, why don't you say anything?" Zhang Yi looked at Zhang Jingqing: "It will probably not be long before Zhiwei comes to talk to you and report the good news."

"Do I need to report something that everyone in Longhu Mountain knows?" Zhang Jingqing said with a slight smile on his face.

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And at this moment, on the cliff.

Zhang Zhiwei breathed in and out for a while, then stopped. The Sage Thief was just a technique that was closely related to life, but it could not directly improve life.

The height of a fountain will not exceed its source; the essence of heaven and earth that a saint thief can absorb naturally cannot exceed the limit of his own life.

Zhang Zhiwei's spirit is perfect and his Qi is sufficient. He uses the Saint's power to steal the Three Treasures of Heaven and the Three Treasures of Earth, but it is just icing on the cake.

He will not step into another world, but he will also gain something, and the gain is not small.

Before, although Zhang Zhiwei had a high level of cultivation and could maintain his innate Qi to the greatest extent, the loss of innate Qi is irreversible. No matter how strong his acquired Qi is, it can only delay this process but cannot make up for it. After reaching a certain age, he will still face the five signs of decline.

Later, he set up a Tiantong Hall and began to absorb the power of faith. The power of faith contained a trace of innate Qi, which could make up for the loss of some innate Qi.

But this process is rather cumbersome, and the innate Qi contained in the power of faith is extremely small. In addition, he has to share the "salary" with the immortals, so replenishment is a bit slow.

He now directly absorbs the Three Treasures of Heaven and the Three Treasures of Earth to make up for the deficit of the Three Treasures of others. This process is much faster than relying on the power of faith.

But this does not mean that the power of faith is useless, because the power of faith is one of the three treasures of human beings.

This is a good thing. Human beings are the most intelligent creatures in the world and the culmination of the creation of heaven and earth. The temptation of the three treasures of human beings is much greater than that of the three treasures of heaven and earth.

The reason for this is not that the three treasures of heaven and the three treasures of earth are inferior to the three treasures of man, but mainly because they are too scattered.

It's like boiling a big chicken in a big pot of water. The chicken is delicious, but the chicken sinks to the bottom of the pot and you can't eat it. Just drinking the soup, no matter how delicious it is, is still a bit bland and doesn't fill you up. It's far less refreshing than eating a few pieces of meat.

The three treasures of human beings are a piece of meat. Although it is small, it can be seen and eaten. There is plenty of it, it is delicious, and it is filling. How can it be compared with bland soup?

The chicken soup of the three treasures of heaven and earth cannot compare to the meat of the three treasures of man. The other essences of heaven and earth, such as plants, soil and rocks, which can only be regarded as pickled things, are even less comparable.

Would you rather eat delicious meat, drink chicken soup, or eat dirt?

What's more, ordinary people are simply unable to separate the three treasures of heaven and the three treasures of earth, and can only eat them all without any preparation, which is equivalent to mixing mud with chicken soup, and is no different from eating mud alone.

Just like the practitioners of the Liuku Immortal Thief.

What they cultivate is the Six Stories, which is the digestive system, which is equivalent to a big eater who constantly expands his stomach and intestines. The higher the level of cultivation, the bigger the stomach and intestines, the greater the feeling of hunger and emptiness, and the more they eat.

Asking a practitioner of the Liuku Immortal Thief to control himself is like asking a fat man weighing 500 to 600 kilograms to lose weight purely by force without undergoing gastric resection. Without some willpower, it is impossible.

Moreover, the way that Liuku Immortal Thief absorbs the essence of heaven and earth is to release his own Qi and transform everything around him, whether it is plants, animals, or soil, into Qi and absorb it. This method is called eating soil.

If you have been eating dirt all the time, that's fine, but if you accidentally start eating meat and know how delicious meat is, how can you be willing to go back to eating dirt? After all, there is plenty of meat and it's easy to get.

Another example is the immortals. What they eat is incense, which is one of the three treasures of human beings, but not human beings themselves, which is equivalent to broth. The immortals eat broth, so they naturally know the deliciousness of this piece of meat, so they also want to eat humans, which is why Hu Tianbiao wants to hold a person and chew it.

But the immortals only eat meat occasionally and restrain this desire most of the time.

Zhang Zhiwei had absorbed the power of faith and eaten meat soup, but he did not have any desire for humans. Or rather, he did have a desire, but this delusion of eating humans could not shake him as he sat high on the spiritual platform.

In his current state, not to mention that he has never eaten it before, even if he really uses this saint to steal someone one day, it will not have any effect on him.

Zhang Zhiwei's Qi calmed down, and he turned his head to look at his fellow apprentices not far away. His eyes were calm, without any bad thoughts, and he smiled:

"Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night to come and watch me practice?"

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhang. Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhang, your cultivation has reached a new level!" Lu Jin walked over and said with his arms clasped.

Zhang Zhiwei was a person he admired and a guiding light on his path of cultivation. He was naturally happy for Zhang Zhiwei's progress and did not feel the slightest bit jealous.

But if Lu Ci makes progress, it would be worrying.

At this moment, Lu Ci was still hoeing the fields on the mountainside, and he did not notice anything unusual on the cliff. As he was hoeing, he found that his energy was not consumed, but became more abundant. With every breath he took, the air tonight was particularly strong.

"Brother, the noise you made just now was incredible. Tell me quickly, is it the ultimate?" Tian Jinzhong said excitedly.

He was originally practicing in the back mountain, but when he heard the noise here, he hurried over. Seeing that his brother had made progress again, he was sincerely happy.

"I am not connected to the sky, but the sky connects me." Zhang Zhiwei shook his head.

I am not connected to the sky, but the sky is connected to me... Tian Jinzhong was stunned, a little confused.

At this time, Zhang Huaiyi couldn't hold it in any longer and asked:
"Brother, with that scene just now, were you practicing Saint Thief?"

"Yes!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded, "I practice the Way of the Sage!"

There was only one word difference, and no one could tell. Zhang Huaiyi continued, "Qing... Qingxuan's one?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "I guess so!"

If it is, it is. If it is not, it is not. What does it mean to be... Zhang Huaiyi was puzzled.

Immediately, he remembered how Qingxuan performed this method. Although he also absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, in terms of momentum, it was far less powerful than his senior brother!

Then, he remembered that his senior brother seemed to have said that the method he got from Qingxuan was incomplete, and he thought at that time that this method could not be practiced.

In the practice of cultivation, especially such an advanced method, a slight mistake can lead to a huge difference, and a single word difference can make a world of difference. But no one would have expected that it would only be a short time before the senior brother mastered it.

Did Senior Brother complete it himself? If so, then it would be reasonable to say "sort of"... he thought to himself.

At this time, a Taoist priest in his early twenties said:

"Qingxuan is the great-uncle who defected from our Tianshi Mansion to Quanxing, right? Her soul is immortal and she has lived from more than a hundred years ago to the present day. She relies on the magic that Senior Brother Zhiwei just practiced. So, Senior Brother Zhiwei has achieved immortality?"

After these words were spoken, the Taoists present were extremely moved, and their breathing became a little faster. As a person who practices Taoism, how could they not yearn for ascending to heaven and living forever?
And now, what they longed for was right in front of them.

An older brother who was more clear-headed reminded him that it is difficult for a ghost to become a saint after ten thousand calamities, and the eternal existence of the soul does not count as immortality.

But the young Taoist priests, who were so overwhelmed, would not listen. Thinking that Senior Brother Zhiwei was a sincere person who would tell them everything he knew, they urged Zhang Zhiwei to teach them the method.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at those fellow apprentices and said calmly:

"Since you know it's Qing Xuan's method, why do you still want to learn it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt as if the air pressure suddenly dropped. The sounds of the wind, insects, and running water all stopped in an instant. The world was silent and only Zhang Zhiwei's words were echoing.

"Qing Xuan is from the generation of our great uncle, and was gifted with the great power of thunder magic. Even so, after practicing this magic, he fell into the devil's way and became a man-eating demon. With your level of cultivation, do you want to become a demon?"

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to raise any objection.

Even some senior teachers who were observing from a distance felt sympathetic.

They silently chanted the Heart Purification Mantra, trying to drive away this feeling, but found that they could not do it at all. This was not a spiritual bewitchment, but an absolute oppression of momentum.

"Go home tonight and everyone should copy the Tao Te Ching 500 times. Just be quiet and peaceful!"

Zhang Zhiwei ordered, showing the majesty of the chief senior brother to the fullest.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

None of the fellow disciples dared to refuse.

Even those who didn't join in the fun just now are the same.

Although they didn't start a commotion, they had some thoughts in their minds even if they didn't say it out loud.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded. He noticed that there were some Taoists behind him who did not respond. They were some older brothers and elders.

"I treat everyone equally, brothers and uncles, and you too, five hundred times!"

"you……"

One of the senior uncles was somewhat dissatisfied.

Zhang Zhiwei put away the oppressive feeling just now and said with a smile:
"If Master Uncle doesn't listen to the Tao Te Ching, I will do something with my fists and feet!"

"You are such a ruthless kid, just copy it if you want. Do you think I am afraid of you?"

That uncle-master used the harshest tone and said the most cowardly words.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and bowed to his elders, then took a step forward and went to find his master. His fellow disciples could not learn from him, but his master could.

Zhang Zhiwei's figure disappeared on the cliff, leaving only one sentence echoing in the air:
"Copy it carefully. I will check it in two days!"

"Good boy, your senior brother gave him the position of substitute heavenly master before, and this kid is addicted to it?" An uncle scolded with a smile.

Another uncle said, "Based on what he just said, if he wasn't the acting Heavenly Master, I would have beaten him up."

"Who says it's not true? However, he is the Heavenly Master, so we should listen to him and copy it!"

"What are you copying? Can a Taoist priest writing scriptures be called copying? I'm going to recite the scriptures!"

Zhang Zhiwei's term as acting Heavenly Master had long expired. But a few respectable elders, without any hard work, paved the way for themselves in a few words.

(End of this chapter)