Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 17: Forming an altar to teach Dharma
"This was originally supposed to be done during the apprenticeship ceremony, but at that time I didn't really treat you as my apprentice, so I didn't do it."

Uncle Ming took out five more incense sticks, lit them and bowed respectfully to the portrait three times.

Then he called Yin Xiu: "Although today is not an auspicious day, it is not far behind. I will make an altar for you today to avoid delays."

Yin Xiu was not very clear about Taoist rituals, so he just followed Uncle Ming silently and moved things according to his instructions.

Then, he took out several searchlights, opera troupe mirrors, colorful cloth strips, and two pieces of jade randomly placed aside from the small storage room.

"Be careful. Those two pieces of jade are made of resin, so don't break them. And those lamps, the movie Xu put them here, I helped set them up."

After placing the lamps, jade, mirrors and cloth strips at the location indicated by Uncle Mingming, Uncle Ming motioned for him to sit down on the futon.

He finally changed out of the nightgown that had not been washed for who knows how long and put on an apricot Taoist robe with a gossip printed on the chest and two long streamers hanging behind.

After lighting another cigarette for himself, he said slowly: "The Jie altar is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. Although the relationship between the three levels of altars is not very big, even if you are awarded the upper-level Celestial Immortal Altar, there may not be any Who can become an immortal?

My uncle gave me a middle-grade wedding. Brat, you are lucky. Jade and lamps are very cheap now, so I can just give you a high-grade wedding. "

Yin Xiu was speechless. The ancestor seemed to be very talkative. In his "previous life", this kind of jade token that no one would want for five yuan each was actually recognized by the higher-ups.

Complaints are complaints, Yin Xiu was still very serious when performing the ceremony, following Uncle Ming's request, watching his nose with his eyes, his nose with his heart, and not daring to slack off at all.

Uncle Ming threw the cigarette in his mouth aside, his expression became solemn and solemn, and he began to mutter something.

After picking up the incense burner and circling him a few times, Yin Xiu felt that there was suddenly a faint aura in the small room that served as the altar.

It was as if someone was watching them, without any emotion at all, just looking at them indifferently, which made him more and more in awe.

Uncle Ming picked up the talisman and threw it in front of Yin Xiu's door. An invisible breath of fresh air surged from the soles of Yin Xiu's feet and went straight to the inspiration of heaven.

At this time, Yin Xiucai understood what "Lingtai Qingming" meant. The previous fatigue and congestion in his mind seemed to be cleared away, and his whole person took on a new look.

He was feeling dizzy when Uncle Ming's voice seemed to come through the thin gauze curtain.

"Read after me. Whatever I say, you can say whatever I say. The Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty is on top..."

After an unknown amount of time, Uncle Ming patted him on the shoulder three times. Yin Xiucai suddenly woke up and looked at him blankly.

"It's alright, get up."

Uncle Ming rarely smoked, but took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Those who practice my Maoshan Taoism must have five shortcomings and three shortcomings. As for me, I will be a widow and childless all my life."

"And you." Uncle Ming glanced at Yin Xiu's left hand, "You have accepted the precepts. As for whether there will be other consequences in the future, I can't say."

[Bah, bah, bah!Are you cursing me?Moreover, you never mentioned this before you accepted me as your disciple! 】

Yin Xiu squeezed an ugly smile from her face and said to Uncle Ming, "Master Patriarch isn't so cruel, is he?"

"Isn't it?"

Uncle Ming turned around and bowed to the portrait, and then said: "Our ancestor is much crueler than you think. When he was young, he caught a tiger spirit, and the beast's claws came down, and the intestines of our ancestor flowed out. Than The gold chains on the necks of those short mules in Yau Ma Tei were so long that they even hung to the ground. He didn't think much about it, stuffed a mixture of dirt and leaves into his stomach, and continued to chase the beast for five miles. Didn't even blink."

Yin Xiu sighed: "Master Patriarch is really dedicated to the Tao."

"Nonsense!" Uncle Ming rolled his eyes at him, "If I hadn't been like this and fooled around like this with you, would I still be our ancestor?"

"I'm not messing around either..."

Maybe Uncle Ming was sleepy, so he didn't continue arguing with him. He turned around and took out a classic from the table and handed it to him.

"It's too late to teach you how to meditate and refine your qi, and it's too difficult to draw talismans. As for making alchemy..."

Uncle Ming gave him a strange look, "You have probably absorbed enough [immortal energy] in the factory, so you can stop learning now and live a few more years."

"Here." He handed the scripture to Yin Xiu, "This is a set of movement techniques from my Maoshan. Practicing it for a period of time should make your steps faster. Let's start with this."

Yin Xiu took the scriptures with both hands, but Uncle Ming yawned and walked into the bedroom, waving to him and gesturing for him to go back to sleep.

Yin Xiu hurriedly resigned and asked his neighbor to give him medicine. After that, he lay on the bed, feeling sore all over his body, but he couldn't sleep much.

After Uncle Ming gave him the teachings on Jietan, the familiar voice did not ring in his mind like before. It must be because when the previous milestones were settled, Jietan was not settled as a separate project.

After all, those procedures were included in the apprenticeship ceremony, but Uncle Ming didn't do it.

Although the milestone reward was not unlocked, Yin Xiu was not disappointed. Now he had completely entered the world of Taoist priests, and the world had become different in his eyes.

Before, he was like the person in the painting, ignorant of everything, but now he is like a person looking at the painting. He seems to be able to see some small clues from the appearance of things, and at the same time he is aware of subtle changes in the surroundings.

Reiki!Thin spiritual energy was floating around him.

Probably the purple energy on Uncle Ming's head and shoulders was formed by the spiritual energy condensed within himself. Yin Xiu didn't know how to use it yet, but he could sense the existence of these spiritual energy, and he thought he was not far away from using them.

……

A month later, Yin Xiu, who was already seriously injured, was sweating on the rooftop. The sweat beads on his muscles reflected the moonlight, making his body seem to be covered with a layer of silver frost.

During this month, except for time outside of work, he just rested and did no other cultivation except flipping through the scripture that Uncle Ming gave him.

Although I put it down for a while, perhaps because my physical fitness has been strengthened, my punches and kicks have become more refined and crisper.

After two hundred blows, Yin Xiu could only feel the energy and blood in her body rushing around. Blood energy that she had never noticed before was rushing through the blood vessels. Every bit of it seemed to be felt through the skin and flesh.

There is a strong force entrenched in his Dantian, contracting and stretching with the rhythm of breathing, endlessly.

"The third level of the entrance!"

(End of this chapter)