Enjoying happiness together was a rare good thing. Taking a step back, having someone to bear hardships with was not bad either. The supervisor of the Yanyang Temple had this kind of mentality. Eating and sleeping in the open with the scholar surnamed Xu, it was a fortunate thing for him to have a companion to chat with on this trip. Jiuwei Taoist Luo Pingyang was confident in his ability to read people's faces. Although this scholar's face and aura did not match, revealing an unfathomable oddity, no matter how bad he was, he would not be a bad person. Besides, he and his disciple were not worth the effort of others to swindle and cheat them. Even if they made meat buns, it would not be more than two hundred catties of meat. Over time, some small secrets were no longer hidden. Hsu Fengnian gradually knew that this unknown supervisor of the small Taoist temple was very attentive in teaching. He taught his disciple how to practice Qi along the way. About a few times when they stopped at a place to rest, Hsu Fengnian paid for it out of his own pocket. The old Taoist did not mind him watching and listening. Today, the young disciple followed his master's instructions and sat cross-legged in the shade of a rock by the Ruoshui River. His legs were crossed in the Vajra Posture of Buddhism, which was the Wishful Posture in Taoism. The old Taoist carefully fished out a few yellowed books from the book box and handed them to Hsu Fengnian. He stroked his beard and smiled, "To tell you the truth, when I was young, my family was well-off and I read many books. There was an elder in my family who liked Elder Huang and studied Taoism. I followed that elder to practice Qi for a few years. Later, my family declined and I did not want to give up halfway, so I joined the Taoist temple and became a receptionist. These years, I read all the classics of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. It was not easy to pick out these three books, which I thought would not lead the disciples astray."
Hsu Fengnian took a look. It was the "Six Wonders Gate" from Tiantai Sect, the "Continuation of Meditation" from Yuan Yuanfan, a Wandering Immortal from the Spring and Autumn Period, and the last book was the "Theory of Bodhi Dao" from the Huang Sect. These three books were somewhat obscure to ordinary people, but for people of the three sects, it was not difficult to get their hands on them. However, the classics of Buddhism and Taoism were as vast as smoke. To be able to pick out these three books was enough to prove that the old Taoist was not a fake Taoist who casually put on a Taoist robe. The three books were steady and proper, describing the method of meditation step by step. They were not like many scriptures that pretended to say things like "Return to Buddha for a lifetime" or "I want to leave this world", which were deliberately mystifying and playing tricks with the words. Of course, if Director Luo wanted to rely on these three books that anyone could buy and copy at home to cultivate the method of immortality, it was definitely a fool's dream. However, if one cultivated the method properly and diligently, they could, to a certain extent, get rid of diseases and prolong life.
It was rare for the old Taoist to meet someone who was willing to listen to him show off his cultivation experience, so he was very leisurely. He pointed at his disciple's back, intending to give this young man some pointers. "Young Master Xu, look at my disciple's back. His back is straight like the stacking of a plate. This is very particular."
The old Taoist kept him in suspense and asked with a smile, "Young Master Xu, have you ever seen ginseng before?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "I've only seen it a few times by luck."
The old Taoist narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue. "That's good stuff. When I was young, I followed my elders to cultivate and saw a few old ginseng that were picked from the Liangliao region of the Liyang Dynasty. They were as thick as an arm. Hey, I'm off topic. Let's not talk about this. A real man doesn't boast about his past achievements. In short, all living things are born with spirits, especially ginseng. A ginseng's branches must be curled into knots in order to cultivate its origin and prevent its essence from leaking out. It's the same for us Taoists when we meditate and breathe. Also, when we meditate, we have to gently lick our tongues against the roof of our mouths, and babies who haven't grown teeth yet fall asleep. All in all, these are just the foundation of cultivation. In fact, they haven't crossed the threshold yet, so it's difficult to enter the room. This poor Taoist has read all kinds of books, and whenever I have spare money, I'll buy books from the broken-down aristocratic families. In the books, there are thousands of beauties. This poor Taoist is an outsider who only wants to find immortality in piles of paper. After so many years, I don't dare to say that I've really cultivated anything. Taoism relies on breathing and Qi, and there's a saying that there are twelve floors. However, this poor Taoist has only cultivated five or six floors. Alas, that's why there's a saying that cultivating is like entering Shu, and it's really as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Some people who burn incense praised me as a Taoist Master and an immortal. It's really shameful. This time, Taoist Master Qilin spread a rumor that the Tao De Sect is going to repair the Daoist Canon and gather all the Taoist books in the world. I'm not afraid that Young Master Xu will laugh at me, but this poor Taoist is not going to the Water and Land Taoist Temple. I just want to go to any of the Taoist temples in the Tao De Sect to help with the chores. Not to mention other things, I'll be satisfied if I can take a few glances at some of the incomplete books. As for the trivial matters like accommodation and food, this poor Taoist and my disciple can deal with it. "
The old Taoist's disciple was swaying and dizzy. He was exhausted physically and mentally and was about to fall asleep. He looked like he was powerless to sit still. The old Taoist was very nervous. He whispered to Hsu Fengnian, "This poor Taoist's disciple's innate talent is not bad. It's ten thousand times better than this poor Taoist. Look at him, this is the sign of his Sea of Qi rising. No matter when he opens or closes his eyes, there will be scenes of fireflies or hooks and chains. It proves that he has achieved a small success in his cultivation. When this poor Taoist cultivated the two great supernatural powers of Hearing and Seeing, he suffered a lot to pass this stage. At first, he recklessly used Guarding Intent to Upper Dantian. For a moment, his face was flushed red and he thought that he had achieved a success in his cultivation. Later on, he realized that he had gone astray. Now that I've returned to teach my disciple the mental cultivation method, he won't take too many detours. "
Taoist Master Luo was talking excitedly. He didn't expect that his disciple almost fell down. He said weakly, "Master, I'm hungry."
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