"Who has proof that the Temple really exists?" Fan Xian still retained the spirit of a modern person.
Fei Jie said proudly, "Imperial Advisor Ku He, one of the four Great Grandmasters, was only favored by the Temple and became the most powerful warrior in the land. Is that not enough proof?"
"Perhaps Ku He took a lot of stimulants and used the Temple as an excuse." Fan Xian pursed his lips.
"Bah, although I am very jealous of Ku He's luck, he has been worshiping the Gods for decades. I admire that. How could he use the Temple as an excuse? Besides, what is a stimulant?"
"It's a kind of tonic, like an elixir. It must have been too much, otherwise how could he have lost all his hair?"
Fan Xian laughed and joked with his teacher.
Fei Jie ignored him. "The Temple and the Tianmai are the same. They are both things that are recorded in ancient books. The most important part of the royal worship is the worship of the Temple. However, the Temple does not want to interfere with worldly affairs and never enters the world, so the worship is only held in the Temple of Heaven, three miles away from the royal palace. The Temples of Qing and Northern Qi both have the Great Priests of the Temple, but they never get involved in politics or national affairs. Only some Ascetic Monks are said to be remnants of the Temple, and they walk the world to train their bodies and minds. "
Fan Xian was still smiling, but in his heart, he was thinking, what kind of existence is the Temple? If it is a religion, why is there no existence similar to a church in this world? If there is no such organization, then this religion has no power. Without power, there is no profit. Without profit, there is no reason for any organization to exist.
So he did not believe that the Temple was, as Teacher Fei said, just a transcendent existence that is detached from the world.
But in his heart, he also thought, if there really is such a miraculous place to worship, and it does not interfere with human life, it seems to be a good thing.
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"Alright, teacher, you have been chatting for a long time, but you still haven't told me what is going on with the zhenqi in my body."
Seeing the boy throw a rare tantrum, Fei Jie carefully felt his pulse and then said seriously, "As I said earlier, the zhenqi in your body is very powerful. So powerful that, although you have only been training for a short time, the amount of zhenqi in your dantian and meridians far exceeds what your body can hold at your age."
"Is it that serious?" Fan Xian's face was bitter.
"I have not confirmed it yet."
"Then you're trying to scare me in advance."
"I'm not trying to scare you. It's just that right now, you're like a leather bag filled with wine. The bag is only so big, and the wine inside is getting more and more. If you continue to practice like this, I'm worried that your leather bag will burst."
Fan Xian had been practicing martial arts for the past few days. Other than the occasional burning pain in his waist, he had not felt anything strange. So when he heard his teacher say this, he could not help but feel a bit reluctant to believe it. He shook his head and said, "Teacher, you are calling me a good-for-nothing. I understand what you mean."
"Try to circulate the Genuine Qi in your body according to your usual cultivation method." Fei Jie frowned slightly.
Fan Xian obeyed and closed his eyes. Naturally, he entered a state of cultivation. The warm mass of Qi in his abdomen began to gradually expand. It followed the meridians of his body and slowly spread to his limbs.
Fei Jie closed his eyes and placed his fingertips on the little fellow's wrist. After a while, he suddenly frowned and said, "Don't hold it back on purpose. You're just a five-year-old child. Even if the Genuine Qi is too overbearing, it can't hurt me. It's just that your body is weak now and can't bear it."
"Oh." Fan Xian had indeed been controlling the strength of the Genuine Qi in his body, slowly releasing it from his dantian. But now that he heard his teacher's words, he thought that the little bit of Genuine Qi he had could not hurt this old poisonous creature. If he released too little Genuine Qi, it would be difficult for his teacher to detect the true symptoms.
Thinking this, he closed his eyes. The nameless Zhenqi formula slowly rang out in his mind. "Do not destroy the shape of the Pool of Flowers. Let the heavenly spring pour into your body …"
As he recited the formula, the Genuine Qi in his body seemed to have received an order. It jumped and happily ran out of his dantian. It followed the meridians of his abdomen to his back and followed a very strange path straight to his wrist.
A muffled sound rang out in the study!
Fei Jie suddenly opened his eyes and felt his fingers on the child's wrist being flicked by a thick stream of zhenqi. He wasn't prepared and was forcefully flung into the wall. With a muffled sound, he felt a burning sensation in his fingers and a pain in his chest. Unexpectedly, he spat out a mouthful of blood!
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On the other side, Fan Xian also felt a pain in his chest. He raised his head and saw Fei Jie's wretched appearance. Shocked, he hurriedly ran forward and helped his teacher up.
Fei Jie waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. He climbed up from the floor and touched the bloodstain at the side of his lips. He looked at the child with a strange look in his eyes, one that he could not quite put into words.
He muttered to himself, "He's only f * cking five years old … How can his Genuine Qi be so overbearing? If you continue to train, won't the Genuine Qi in your body explode in the future? "
Hearing his teacher curse, Fan Xian was stunned. He had not expected Fei Jie to spit out blood from the sudden disobedience of the Genuine Qi in his wrist. But after Fei Jie was injured, the first thing he thought of was not his own injury, but his concern for his student's safety. Thinking of this, even Fan Xian, who had always hidden in the shell of a child and sometimes deliberately sealed off his emotions, felt moved.
The wooden door opened without any wind, and a black shadow swept in like a black light.
Fan Xian was very familiar with this person's scent, so he did not pay much attention to him. He only helped Fei Jie.
"You two fools."
Even at a time like this, the blind Wu Zhu's tone was as cold as ever. He lifted Fan Xian up with one hand and put his finger on the child's neck. After a moment, he said coldly, "You are not injured. You were just too nervous when you saw Fei Jie spit out blood."
He then "looked" at Fei Jie and said coldly, "Fei Jie, you taught him how to use poison. I trust your ability, but the Lady once said that your level of martial arts is the weakest of the Eight Bureaus of the capital. Since this is something I left for the young master, it would be best if you did not say anything."
In Danzhou City, Fei Jie seemed to be a very unremarkable and somewhat wretched teacher. But in the capital, he was a very powerful figure. Now that he was injured, although he had been careless, Wu Zhu's words made him feel ashamed. Furthermore, he was worried that Fan Xian, who was only five years old, would begin to practice such an overbearing method. His face gradually darkened.
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