one person's life

Chapter 169

Ding Jian'an walked into the ship's trunk and accidentally slipped out two Japanese whose Qi veins were sealed by Guanyuan needles and whose hands and feet were tied with hemp ropes.

"These are the two people you are looking for."

Ding Shanan pointed to the container on the ship, "There are some Chinese paintings and ancient books where they live, which are of great value. I packed them all and brought them here - remember to keep them safe."

This is a cargo ship converted from an old salvage ship. The original cranes and winches have been converted into cargo holds. The familiar blue containers are fixed to each other by locks and evenly arranged on the warehouse board.

The three of Tang Mu were placed in a spacious container by Ding Shian, and the container was illuminated by an old modified miner's lamp.

"This is a replacement battery for your mobile phone—but I don't think you will use it very much. The crew have already been woken up by me. Next time this happens, just stimulate their Shenting acupoints with silver needles."

After informing Tang Can of many subsequent matters, Ding Zhangan looked at the sleeping Tang Muzhi and touched his head in confusion.

"Wake him up."

Tang Can was about to reach out and grab Tang Muzhi's shoulder.

"Forget it." Ding Shi'an waved his hand, "After returning to China, I will go to Tangmen."

"Old Ding, thank you very much this time."

Ding Shian nodded, "Goodbye."

The cargo ship gradually moved away from the coast and disappeared in the darkness. After a long time, Tang Can manipulated the puppet and ordered the crew not to go on deck. The crowd opened the door of the container, and the cold and white moonlight shone obliquely in. The rising heat was then blown back by the sea breeze. Tang Muzhi smelled a wet and salty sea smell and faintly woke up.

The dark ceiling and the dim miner's lamp swayed and flickered with the swing of the ship, like a dying old man.

The heartbeat returned to normal, and Tang Muzhi looked at himself. The innate Qi was moving freely and lively in his body, like a prisoner who had been imprisoned for a long time until the day he was released after serving his sentence. The same was true for the five Qi, lively and lively, and his spleen and earth were harmonious. The Qi of Liver Wood wraps and restricts Heart Fire, Kidney Water and Lung Metal like a yin and yang fish, preventing them from becoming active enough to harm Tang Muzhi himself.

As Tang Muzhi thought, the spleen earth and liver wood qi naturally rotated, cyclically reciprocating, and generated each other. A layer of lavender qi arose around his body - this was the regular flow of earth and wood, and it was different from the simple acceleration of the flow of yin and yang qi in the past. different.

There was no need to activate Jin Huaying this time. Tang Muzhi's physical strength quickly recovered. He stood up and saw that in the small and cramped "room", apart from the empty hot bed, there was also a square bed that was welded to the ground. metal table.

On the table were placed paintings and calligraphy that looked very familiar. Tang Muzhi held up one and looked at it. The brush strokes were vigorous, the luan fluttered, the phoenix floated, the dragon and the snake flew, and he wrote:

The desire to achieve the goal is not achieved before it is opened, and it seems that the secret of the secret is not yet understood.

The cuncun bandits take care of themselves to nourish their spiritual roots, and find a chrysanthemum at home to make it brighter.

Few people know that true lead comes out of water, and it is half inaction and half action.

At first sight, it was one o'clock in the west, and the pure sun was rushing to report Zhongli.

It is gentle to hear or not to hear, and there is no fear to see or not to see.

Only when you don't forget and don't help, you will turn white if you swim gracefully.

Where one yang moves, many yangs come, and when the mysterious orifices open, the orifices open.

After packing up the toad light and returning to the Moon Cave, there is a road from here to Penglai.

After there is an image, yang is divided into yin.

Before there was no image, Yin combined with Yang.

Tang Muzhi knew that this was one of the stolen calligraphy and painting treasures in the country, and it was rumored to be a work from the Song Dynasty, but his mind seemed to have suddenly shut down, and he did not take any time to think about his situation. Instead, he devoted his consciousness to Looking inside the body where the yin and yang qi go, we can see that the path of the Great Zhoutian is still very smooth, but the yin and yang qi have disappeared. After searching up and down, it turns out that after being reduced and separated, they are all located in the upper, middle and lower dantian.

With a thought, the Qi of the earth and wood around Tang Mu's body did not decrease, and the Yin and Yang Qi that had merged into one suddenly appeared and covered him like a gray cloak, but he could feel that if the Yin and Yang Qi did not leave the Great Zhoutian, Zhang Yang's original suppressive power has disappeared.

"Huh——" Tang Muzhi felt the change in his body and was about to do more research when he saw the clear moonlight shining slantingly outside the "room" and couldn't help but stride out.

The moonlight hung on the dark dome for a long time, and when it got tired, it pulled up a dark cloud to support it, and crawled on top of the dark cloud. The wind on the deck turned gray-blue, carrying fine water droplets scattered by the sea. The red rag was hooked on the upper right corner of the container door, torn by the strange-colored, moist wind, and was struggling.

The faint red under the moonlight is the cigarette butt that Tang Can has not finished smoking. He is sitting on the container in front, blowing in the wind and looking at the moon. Anyone in this background is rendered melancholy and bitter, as if carrying a heavy burden. With the heaviest loneliness in the world, loneliness.

The people under the moon are also in this background, but together with this background, they are painted into an ancient oil painting. They are dead and will be ignored at first glance. However, if you look closely, it seems to hide the wisdom of the entire galaxy, so vast. .

For no reason, Tang Muzhi was reminded of the classic scene of the spacecraft rotating and docking in the movie "Interstellar". Extreme movement and extreme silence, spanning all time and space at this moment, connected in this inexplicable and unprovoked way.

Ming Zhong seemed to feel something in his heart. He turned around from the silent scroll and looked at Tang Muzhi. He said softly, and a dazzling golden light suddenly emitted from his bright eyes. Tang Mu closed his eyes subconsciously, only to find that The scene around him remained unchanged. He kept trying to open and close his eyes, but nothing happened.

"Yangshen... is traveling."

Minzhong revealed the secret with his words, and Tang Muzhi's image turned into a cloud of smoke as if struck by lightning. He opened his eyes and found that he was still in the container, and the calligraphy and painting he had viewed before was still in his hands.

Tang Muzhi patted his forehead, grabbed the pillow behind him, weighed it, and sat up cross-legged.

Hearing the noise here, Tang Can threw away his cigarette butt and entered the container first. "Uncle Master? You're awake. Master, what did you just say about Yang Shen's trip?"

The crowd greeted Tang Can's voice and came in with a very surprised expression. He said firmly:
"Muzhi, your Yangshen went on a trip just now."

"Yang Shen... Although it's a little different, I'll just treat it as a soul. But is there really a way to separate my soul from my body?" Tang Can thought in his mind. When Tang Muzhi didn't respond, he turned to face the crowd. Asked: "Master, how did you judge that the little master uncle Yangshen has traveled?"

The crowd smiled and explained the action of shining Buddha's light on Tang Mu's soul just now.If the soul is brought out of the body by yin gods, evil spirits or other evil forces, it will feel like the scorching sun is burning in the heart when it is illuminated by the Buddha's light, and the soul will return to the body instantly. Only the most powerful Yang god is "invulnerable to water and fire" - -It's just that Tang Muzhi's Yang Shen traveled without knowing it. After he made it clear, Tang Muzhi's Yang Shen returned to his body.

After Tang Muzhi came to his senses, he warned the crowd: "It is not advisable to go too far when you first go out to Yangshen, otherwise you will be easily fascinated and unable to go back. Fortunately, you were restless for some reason during this trip and I noticed it. Otherwise, you might be killed." In danger."

Tang Muzhi thought that he might have seen Minzhong getting agitated when he thought about the plot of the movie, and then Minzhong noticed it. Otherwise, Yang Shen traveled quietly, and his thoughts were thousands of miles away. If Minzhong hadn't taken action, his soul might have been destroyed. Wherever it goes - it will be the result of the soul being scattered.

Compassion saved his life.

Tang Muzhi saluted and thanked him. It was also the first time that Tang Can heard that someone could really separate the body and soul. He was a little greedy, so he asked him to show it to him.

"It takes a lot of energy to create the Yang Shen. You are still injured, so it is not appropriate to use it again in the short term." The crowd tried to stop him, but Tang Can had no choice but to give up.

"I think there is no one in your Tang sect who practices alchemy, so I will give you a few words on my behalf." The people who were concerned about Tang Mu's condition asked: "After this time, you only need to stabilize your mind and Yang Shen to prevent you from causing trouble. Fly away, Yang Shen is the sublimated form after the blending of spirit and energy. The virtual spirit is invisible but has a body and is useful. When gathered, it takes shape, and when dispersed, it becomes Qi, showing freedom - but everything must be grasped to a certain size. You can Yang Shen I will try to grab objects of different weights to test their solidity, and then use them... I know nothing more than this, and you will have to visit the Alchemy Academy more in the future."

This reminded Tang Muzhi of the story of Zhang Boduan, a real person from Ziyang, who "wandered and folded flowers":

It is said that when Zhang Boduan was 80 years old, he met his father-in-law in Qingcheng in Chengdu who taught him the secret of inner elixir. He learned the true way of alchemy and practiced it for a long time, and then he reached the mysterious realm.One of his friends is a Zen monk who can travel hundreds of miles away in a trance while meditating.One day Zhang Boduan made a bet with this monk to go to Guangling City to see Qionghua.Then he and the monk entered a clean room, sat facing each other with their eyes closed, and they were both in a trance.When Zhang Boduan arrived in front of the Qionghua, the monk arrived first. The two of them walked around the flower three times. Boduan said, "Today, the monk and I each took a flower back as a souvenir." So they each took a Qionghua back.

After a while, both of them stretched their waists and woke up.Zhang Boduan asked: "Zen Master, where is the Qionghua?" The monk touched his sleeve and found it was empty.Zhang Boduan took out the Qionghua and laughed with the monk to enjoy it.

Later, Zhang Boduan's disciples asked about the reason, and he replied: "Our Jindan Dao is to cultivate both life and life, that is, the spirit and the Qi method are practiced together, so when they gather, they form, and when they disperse, they become Qi. Wherever it goes, The true god appears and is called the 'Yang Shen'. But what they practice is to get results quickly. They don't practice the Ming Sect, but directly practice the Xing Sect. That is to say, they don't practice the Qi method, but only practice the spirit. Wherever the spirit goes, others will see it. Without a body or shadow, it is called a 'Yin God'. The Yin God is empty, so naturally it cannot take back the Qionghua." Only then did the disciples understand.

Zhang Boduan himself is said to have lived until he was 99 years old before passing away. His disciples all said that he had become a true immortal.

Calculated, he became a fairy in only 80 years after he emerged from the Yangshen at the age of 19.

Zhang Boduan and the old monk could travel hundreds of miles from Qingcheng Mountain to Guangling City in a single thought. Zhang Boduan could also pick up a flower and come back. Of course, Tang Muzhi couldn't do this. As for his newly formed Yang Shen, if he left The body is too far away, and soon the soul will be gone.

Tang Can also knew this allusion, but it involved Buddhism and Taoism, so he couldn't tell it.

Seeing that the crowd is also very familiar with Taoism, Tang Can asked curiously: "Master, you shouldn't be too old when you entered Shennongjia, right? Did you also study the Yangshen before?"

Compassionate people nodded, "There are many Taoists who have cultivated to this level in the past, and there are also a lot of masters in Buddhism, and the two families have communicated a lot. After that, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the whole people fought against the war. I don't know how many incense inheritances were cut off like this."

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The ship sailed smoothly out of the Sea of ​​Japan, wandered in the East China Sea for two days and two nights, and finally arrived at a small dock in southern Zhejiang.

After going through the security check, Minzhong came out of the container and saw the familiar countryside. A smile appeared on his lips: "It's much more convenient than when I went there... The two heroes of the Tang Sect, even my old man is not that big of a man with a precious Buddha head. It’s safe, how about you protect me all the way to Tiantai Mountain?”

Tang Muzhi laughed and said: "Are you afraid that we will encounter assassins from Heibingtai along the way? Hey - at least find a more reliable reason."

On the deck, Tang Can was packing up the calligraphy and paintings and the two prisoners. Hearing this, he said: "Master, you don't have to worry about us two. You didn't know in Japan before that after the death of Demon Dao Lu Gu, no one dared to come to Tangmen to cause trouble." A few of them, some of them are just small characters who don’t dare to bother me... But can you go to Taizhou alone?"

The crowd nodded: "In this case, the old monk won't say much, please be careful."

The monks took the Buddha's head off the boat. Now the mission of being able to access anywhere was officially failed. Tang Muzhi suddenly felt a bit bitter. He thought that the crowd would show humility to the Buddha's head, but it turned out that he thought too much. .

From a moral point of view, it would indeed save a lot of trouble for Xi Zhong to go with them, but these benefactors have long been cleared—it is Yangshen's business.

Tang Can took the two prisoners off the boat and comforted him: "Uncle Master, look away. Who could have predicted this? The Buddha's head was already in the hands of the masters at that time. In order to complete the mission, should we seize the opportunity?" Are you coming? After all the hard work, at least these two guys were caught by us. They dared to come to our country to steal treasures and kill soldiers... I think they are more important than the Buddha's head."

Tang Muzhi sighed slightly in his heart.According to Yang Lie's character when he was young, in order to complete the task, he would probably have to get the Buddha's head even if he offends the Buddhist sect.

Because he is a pure assassin, and an assassin who will definitely complete his mission.

Tang Can wanted to take a taxi, but Tang Muzhi stopped him, "This is a public job, it's just a matter of making a phone call—I've already contacted Director Feng."

Sure enough, when they left the pier, Feng Weiguo's people were already waiting for them.

In other words, they were just waiting for the two prisoners, a man and a woman. After taking over the two prisoners, they drove Tang Muzhi and Tang Can to the train station. The tickets were also prepared for the sleeper berth from Yongcheng to Guanxian County.

Waiting until the evening, Tang Muzhi happily put his few luggage on the bed. He likes to do tasks, because this way he can travel all over the world, sometimes by plane, sometimes by train. It is crowded but he can meet all kinds of people. All kinds of people, far away but able to see all kinds of scenery.

Tang Can felt tired, so he closed the door of the soft-packed sleeper and took a nap.

It was May 12th when he arrived at Tangmen. It was only about twenty days since Tang Muzhi left the tomb, but he felt like he had returned after a long absence.

(End of this chapter)