In the evening, Zhang Yan returned to his residence.
As soon as he returned to his residence, he lifted the stone strip that sealed the door and locked it.
The light in front of him dimmed. In the dark room, Zhang Yan could not hide the joy in his heart. He did not expect that the most important Essence Building Dao Technique before opening the meridians would be so easy to obtain. Even with his Qi cultivation, he could not help but feel a little excited.
He was not in a hurry to cultivate. Instead, he washed his hands, changed his clothes and lit the incense burner.
After meditating for a moment, he took out a piece of white paper and wrote down the entire technique. As the words appeared, his whole body slowly relaxed and his mood gradually settled down.
When he finished writing the entire 《Yong Chuan Qi Circulation Technique》, his state of mind gradually adjusted to its peak.
Essence Building was to condense all the Internal Qi in one's body into the Shen Que Acupuncture Point and combine it with the Innate Qi from the mother's womb, thus planting the Immortal Root Spirit Seed.
There was a chant: "When the Internal Qi is mixed, the Origin is born."
This was the path that must be taken before opening the Immortal Meridians. In the future, this step was very important.
Sitting down on the praying mat, he expelled all the distracting thoughts from his mind. First, he began to circulate his Qi. After sitting like this for half an hour, his heart was calm and peaceful.
After everything was ready, he began to chant the chant, guiding the Internal Qi to move according to the Meridian Circulation Technique.
But not long after, he stopped.
Zhang Yan frowned slightly. In the past, his Qi and meridians had always been smooth and unobstructed. However, this time, he felt that something was wrong. Not only was his Qi intermittent, but his steps were also rather sluggish. It was as if he was stumbling forward, stumbling and stumbling.
Fortunately, he had just started cultivating. He simply dispersed the Internal Qi that he had guided, calmed his mind, and started from the beginning again.
But this time, the situation was the same as the last time.
Zhang Yan's face congealed. He opened his eyes and decisively stopped his cultivation.
Cultivation was not something that could be forced. If he blindly tried to be brave, it would only damage his own foundation.
Could it be that his aptitude was too poor, so he could not cultivate this technique?
He shook his head.
If it was due to his aptitude that he was unable to cultivate a high-grade technique, that might be the case. But if even his Qi and meridians were not smooth, then the problem definitely did not lie there.
What was the reason? Could it be because of the technique itself?
Zhang Yan looked at the incantation again, puzzled.
The incantation didn't have any tricks such as reversing the flow of Qi, not going through special channels, or reversing the flow of Qi. With a single glance, one could tell that it was the most authentic Xuanmen method. How to take each step, where to circulate the Qi, how to coordinate the acupoints, and how to respond to the breathing were all explained clearly and in great detail. The only thing missing was the guidance of a teacher. How could there be any problems with such an incantation?
If neither of these two reasons were true, then it was possible that he had not found the right cultivation method.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yan's heart shook. He picked up the Meridian Channeling Method and looked at it a few times. When he saw the words "Flowing water, its power is natural", he faintly realized where the problem was.
Perhaps it was because the incantation was explained in great detail that caused him to be too deliberate when he cultivated and forgot the true meaning of flowing water in the Daoist book!
One should know that some Xuanmen methods focused on the will of the mind, while others focused on the method. Both were indispensable and complemented each other. However, there was a distinction between the main and the secondary. This incantation clearly focused on the will of the mind, followed by the method. When he cultivated, he only focused on the "method" and neglected the "will". The primary and secondary were reversed, and the deliberate carving was too heavy. Naturally, he was at a disadvantage.
Zhang Yan put down the incantation and rubbed his sleeves as he muttered to himself.
Even though he had found the problem, he still could not continue.
As long as he wholeheartedly cultivated this method, the obsession would always exist. This was contrary to the will of the mind. Therefore, he would not be able to forcefully cultivate it.
If he were to let it go, of course he could get rid of the obsession, but naturally, he would not be able to increase his cultivation level.
This was like a dead knot within a loop.
Zhang Yan stood up and paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back. He was thinking about how to cultivate.
On the path of cultivation, there would always be all kinds of obstacles and obstacles. If one was not careful, one would fall into the wrong path. If it was light, one's cultivation level would regress instead of improving, and one's foundation would be damaged. If it was heavy, one would go mad and their life would be in danger.
At this moment, the benefits of having a teacher could be seen. Not only could they give advice, but they could also help and protect during critical moments. Naturally, the danger during cultivation would be greatly reduced. However, Zhang Yan was merely a disciple in name. He had no teacher and no one to guide him. Therefore, he could only rely on himself to slowly explore. Getting rid of the obstacles in his heart was difficult.
Zhang Yan knew that this was not the time to be impatient. Instead, he had to be calm. Or else, once he was blinded by the demons, he would only sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire.
After thinking for a long time, he realized that there was a way that was feasible.
That was to travel far.
Sightseeing the famous mountains and scenic spots, observing the artistic conception of the mountains and rivers, forgetting worries and calming one's heart while waiting for the right time. When the right time came, success would naturally follow naturally. This could be said to be the most suitable cultivation method for a Daoist.
However, this method was immediately rejected by Zhang Yan. Firstly, it would take too long, and secondly, there were too many variables.
This was only before he could open his meridians. If he could obtain a similar profound method in the future, would he have to go sightseeing every time? This would be too much of a waste of time. What's more, the reason why he chose to go into seclusion immediately was because he felt that tonight was the best time for him to break through to the Essence Building Realm. If he missed this opportunity, he did not know when the next time would come.
He could not help but close his eyes and ponder. Since he was able to see the Cultivation Method in the book, then he could already be considered as a "destined person". There was no reason for the senior to leave such an obvious flaw.
There must be a way, and it was definitely hidden in the book!
He stared at the dense text on the paper back and forth several times, until his eyes were sore. Suddenly, his back stiffened, and his mind suddenly lit up!
That's right! How could he forget that this Daoist Book was originally written with an Etched Text!
The Etched Text seemed simple, but it was actually very complex. The meaning behind it was vast, and each word reflected the truth of the world. In just a few strokes, it could explain the life and death of all living things in the world. This Daoist Book, after his interpretation, had turned into thousands of words, but if he used the Etched Text to write it down, it would only be a trifling 600 words.
These 600 words had already explained the Cultivation Method clearly and thoroughly. The Etched Text used by the senior who wrote the book was already the most superficial and straightforward, but he was instead referring to the transcription of the book. Wouldn't that be the same as looking at the moon through a mirror, giving up what was close at hand to seek what was far away?
So … …
Zhang Yan's eyes flashed. He simply dipped the brush into the ink, took out a piece of white paper, and wrote down the entire "Eternal River Meridian Channel Method" from memory using the Etched Text.
He had just finished writing down the entire Meridian Channel Method, when the originally stiff aura in his body unexpectedly moved inexplicably.
Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel refreshed, knowing that he had found the right method. He did not stop writing, and finished the entire Cultivation Method in one breath. After he finished writing, he did not stop. He then took out another piece of white paper, picked up the brush, and wrote again.
Gradually, the thick inner Qi in his body, which was originally like stagnant water, seemed to be stirred up by a hidden dragon. It spread to the hundreds of meridians in his body, flowing and flowing. After completing a Circulatory Cycle, it gathered in his Dantian, and so on, and so on, endlessly.
The whole process was natural, completely automatic with genuine Qi, and Zhang Yan did not deliberately pursue it. His mind was completely immersed in the Etched Text under the brush.
At first, the aura in his body was like a trickle, continuous and dense. As he wrote down the Meridian Channel Method again and again, the aura grew stronger and stronger. In the end, it was like a surging river, with waves rising from the long river, surging up and down his body.
However, Zhang Yan's heart was neither happy nor sad, and he did not care about it at all. By the end, there was no ink left in the brush in his hand, but in his eyes, the Etched Text was still gushing out from the brush. Even without the guidance of his thoughts, the inner Qi continued to circulate in the Qi meridians according to the incantation, breaking through the clogged meridians one by one.
After three hundred and sixty-five Circulatory Cycles, the inner Qi in his body rose and fell like the tide, like a wave pressing against the various Aperture acupoints.
When this vast aura reached its peak, the Aperture acupoint, which was originally located in the depths of the navel and had been tightly closed since birth, suddenly shook and opened a small gap. The surging inner Qi seemed to have found a way to vent, and rushed in. After a moment, it disappeared completely. For a moment, the body became empty, and his whole body felt like it was floating in the void.
Without the guidance of a wise master, once a cultivator encountered such a situation, they would inevitably panic and doubt, and their minds would be disturbed, which would lead to failure at the last step. However, Zhang Yan had experienced the cycle of life and death, and his mind was firm. He was still calm, and there was no disturbance in the depths of his heart. He did not care about what was happening in his body, and let nature take its course.
Sure enough, not long after, the disappeared inner Qi was slowly spat out by the Dantian acupoint, but it seemed to be mixed with a trace of Innate vitality, which was then absorbed by the Dantian acupoint again. After eight breaths, the inner Qi had become one with the Innate vitality. When the inner Qi slowly returned to the Dantian acupoint for the ninth time, the Shen Que acupoint in the navel suddenly jumped!
Boom!
The back of Zhang Yan's head seemed to be lightly knocked by a jade mallet, and a clear and melodious sound entered his ears. In front of him, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, and then there was a burst of light. The saliva in his mouth automatically flowed into his throat, and along with a stream of hot air, it finally fell into the depths of the navel, and finally stopped moving.
Zhang Yan's pen suddenly stopped, and when he looked up, he discovered that the ground was covered with his writing paper.
In front of him, there was a hole in the cave wall, and a white light penetrated through it. Unknowingly, a night had already passed.
At this moment, not only did he not feel tired, but he also felt refreshed, his five senses were clear, and his heart was calm.
His whole temperament had also changed, and there was a faint aura of otherworldly aura.
If he could see himself, he would find that on his face, there was a layer of sparkling and translucent jade-like luster, flowing incessantly on his head, and his eyes were as bright as the stars. This showed that, from today onwards, he had already stepped into the realm of 'Essence Building Realm', and was only a step away from the final step of Essence Building Realm, 'Essence Building Realm'.
Zhang Yan put down the writing brush in his hand, and took a few quick steps forward. He removed the stone strip that sealed the door, opened the door, and stepped out.
After taking two steps, he stopped, and looked at his hands in amazement. This stone strip that sealed the door weighed more than 300 jin, although his body was strong and healthy, but usually it was quite strenuous for him to move it. But just now, with just a light lift, he was able to move the stone strip to the side.
He could not help but suddenly understand, before, he had often heard people say, that after a cultivator reaches the Essence Building Realm, "Their arms have the strength of a thousand jin, their eyes can see through the fog, their ears can distinguish the sounds of insects and birds, and they are almost like immortals", it seems like this legend is true?
Zhang Yan clenched his hands into fists, took a deep breath, and secretly reminded himself, this was only the first step on the road to the Great Way, he must not get carried away, there were many more dangerous passes waiting for him, it was too early to rejoice.
At this time, a clear and melodious cry of a crane was heard, lingering in his ears for a long time.
Zhang Yan turned his head to look, at this moment the sun had just risen, the clouds were dispersing, the forest on the mountain was dyed with a golden glow, the winding river at the bottom of the cliff was like a white jade belt, from time to time there were two or three white feathered cranes flying on the plank road.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, the cold morning breeze brushing past him, although he was only wearing a robe, but he did not feel the slightest bit of cold, letting his sleeves flutter in the wind.
After painstakingly practicing the Heart Sutra for three years, once he got his hands on a superior cultivation method, in just one night he was able to condense his Qi into Essence Building, it could be said that he had accumulated a lot of experience, when the conditions were right, success came naturally.
He could not help but think, if at this time he still bitterly practiced in the cave every day, only waiting for the Heavenly Way to give him alms, blindly focusing on opportunities, then would he still have today's good fortune?
The answer was obviously no.
The road of cultivation was like a magnificent army crossing a single log bridge, there was no way to retreat, only forward, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles he faced, he had to regard it as a smooth road.
In his previous life, the Book of Changes once said, "The day is dry and dry, the Way is repeated", didn't it mean that a gentleman must constantly strive to improve himself, regardless of good or bad situation, he must persevere again and again, this was in line with the righteous Yang Way?
It could be seen that his determination to forge ahead, to temper himself, was in line with the Heavenly Way.
In a word, people must help themselves, and the Heavens will help them!
Thinking of this, he seemed to have understood something.
At this time, his expression changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the other end of the plank road.
Now that his five senses were sharp, he could hear from afar that someone was hurrying towards him.
Not long after, the figure of a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old came into view. Her hair was tied up in a Daoist bun, and she wore a narrow-sleeved long robe, the attire of a man, with a sword hanging on her waist. At first glance, she looked full of heroic spirit, but her chin was slightly pointy, giving people a feeling that she was not approachable.
She walked all the way to the front of Zhang Yan, and looked at him with a gaze full of hostility, she asked, "You are Zhang Yan?
Zhang Yan had never seen this girl in his life, he answered, "Yes, I am. Who are you, Miss?"
"My name is Zhao Ying," the girl's face was cold, she waved her hand and said, "Quickly pack up and follow me down the mountain, there will be changes if you delay."
Zhang Yan only felt that it was inexplicable, he asked in doubt, "Miss Zhao, what do you mean?"
"You little …" Hearing these words, Zhao Ying's anger rose in her heart. She originally wanted to curse out loud, but looking at Zhang Yan's dignified appearance, his temperament and spirit even more outstanding, she couldn't utter the word 'thief'. She could only fiercely stare at him and said, "You still have the face to ask? It was you who caused trouble for my brother! "
She secretly cursed in her heart that this guy was born with a good appearance, no wonder he could deceive my brother!
Zhang Yan was startled when he heard this. He looked at the woman's appearance and vaguely noticed that she looked somewhat similar to Zhao Yuan. He thought for a moment and immediately came to a sudden realization. He asked, "Is there something wrong with Senior Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Ying coldly snorted, her face full of resentment.
Zhang Yan understood, and secretly sighed. He had long seen that Zhao Yuan was a person who showed his emotions on his face, and his mind was unstable, so he warned him to be careful in his cultivation, but he didn't expect that there would still be a problem.
It turned out that Zhao Yuan had listened to Zhang Yan's words last night, but how could he bear it just because he had the book in his hand? After repeatedly studying it, he unknowingly started to cultivate, but who knew that this method was related to an acupoint, and he used it too hastily, resulting in an accident, and fainting after vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood.
Because a major event had happened on Mount Azure Parasol these past few days, his younger sister Zhao Ying, who was originally cultivating in Tai An Monastery, happened to be on the mountain, and she was furious when she heard the news. She thought that Zhang Yan was only a swindler, so she went to question Min Lou about why he harmed her brother.
Originally, Min Lou had only talked about Zhang Yan's matter with a few of his close friends, so many people didn't know about it. Now, in order to protect his reputation, he had no choice but to stand up for Zhang Yan.
This result caused another chain reaction. Disciples from the Three Monasteries were now gathered on Mount Azure Parasol, and Hu Shengyu, a disciple from Virtue Cultivation Temple, was also among them. Bian Qiao, who sold the "Yongchuan Flowing Water Script", was this person's manager.
When Bian Qiao heard about this, his first reaction was that someone was trying to swindle him, but he didn't care. Later, when Min Lou showed up, he felt that the matter was not as simple as it seemed. Min Lou had long been favored by the Guru, and sooner or later, he would become a disciple of Virtue Cultivation Temple, so he would never speak without thinking.
Someone was secretly deciphering the runes?
Bian Qiao was shocked and angry. The servants of the Three Monasteries often came and went. Although they didn't say it out loud, no one had crossed the line. In his opinion, Zhang Yan's act of helping Min Lou, Zhao Yuan, and the others to decipher the runes was equivalent to cutting off his source of income!
However, Zhang Yan was a disciple of the Good Abyss Temple, so it wasn't appropriate for him to directly make a move against him. Later on, he thought that Zhao Yuan's matter would give him an excuse, so he pretended to visit Zhao Yuan and said that he would definitely seek justice for the Virtuous Cultivation Temple.
Not long after, Zhao Yuan woke up. When he found out about this matter, he was shocked. He called Zhao Ying over and gave her a good scolding. He told her to come over and apologize to Zhang Yan immediately. He also told her to arrange for Zhang Yan to go down the mountain to avoid the limelight.
How could Zhao Ying be willing to apologize? She still believed that Zhang Yan was a swindler, but she didn't dare go against Zhao Yuan's words. She only wanted to chase Zhang Yan down the mountain and be done with it.
Zhao Ying reluctantly said a few more words to Zhang Yan. Although her words were vague, Zhang Yan had a general idea of what had happened.
As soon as this incident happened, it seemed that he had already attracted the attention of some people in advance. This happened faster than expected. Zhao Yuan could send someone to inform him in the middle of the night, and did not avoid danger. This showed that this person was worthy of a deep friendship.
Zhang Yan's expression was calm. "Go back and tell Brother Zhao that I know about this matter. Thank you for informing me in time, but tell him not to worry. I have my own arrangements."
From the bottom of her heart, Zhao Ying was not willing to work for Zhang Yan. Now that she saw that he was not willing to go down the mountain, she was even happier. At least she did not go against her brother's instructions. She thought to herself, "Reckless little thief! You don't know how powerful Bian Qiao is. When that evil slave arrives, there will be a good show for you! "
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