"The Spirit Turtle's Breathing technique is a profound breathing technique of Daoism, but it's a form of internal training for strength. The breathing techniques of Daoism are more profound than the breathing techniques of Buddhism in the Daizen Temple. This is a detailed comparison in the martial scriptures, so it should be believable. However, the Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength and the Tiger Demon's Bone Training Fist of the Daizen Temple are much more profound than most fist techniques of Daoism. Buddhism focuses on the bones, while Daoism focuses on breathing. Both have their own specialties. "
Hong Yi's eyes landed on the Spirit Turtle's Breathing Method on the table. He naturally thought of the principles of practising martial arts.
"It's a pity that I wonder what the greatest secret manual of the Daizen Temple, the Present World Tathagata Sutra, looks like."
Hong Yi thought of the Amitabha Sutra he had obtained from the martial scriptures. He had searched through the martial scriptures in the past few months, but he did not find any other scriptures.
Very clearly, the entire martial scriptures only contained the Amitabha Sutra. As for the other two scriptures, the Present World Tathagata Sutra and the Future Lifeless Scripture, they were hidden somewhere unknown.
As he sighed emotionally, he walked over to the table and picked up the Spirit Turtle's Breathing Method and flipped through it.
The book was not thick. It only had eighteen thin pages. The first nine pages were filled with the image of a human. It depicted the length of the person's breathing and the corresponding movements of the internal organs as they breathed.
Next to the image were the tiny words. Hong Yi felt that the words were beautiful and precise, allowing him to understand the meaning immediately.
The last nine pages recorded prescriptions. They were all prescriptions for clearing the stomach, killing the nine bugs, and expelling the impurities.
"This is a rare secret manual …"
Hong Yi immediately confirmed the value of the Spirit Turtle's Breathing Method.
That was because the pictures in the book were clear as well. With just a few strokes, the human body seemed lifelike. When he saw the organs in the pictures, even Hong Yi felt like he was in the same place as his own organs.
No matter how great the martial arts were, the words used were inaccurate and the pictures were blurry, making it hard for people to understand. As a result, the person would definitely suffer from qi deviation when practising it. For example, there were many fist techniques recorded in the Martial Scripture. The words were cryptic and the pictures were simple. It was impossible for people to practice them.
On the other hand, the person who wrote the books had beautiful words and vivid pictures. Those who practiced would get twice the result with half the effort and would not make any mistakes.
A large part of the value of a fist technique manual was determined by this.
"However, although this portrait is vivid and lifelike, allowing one to immerse themselves in it, it's still miles away from the Amitabha Sutra. It doesn't have the charm of the Amitabha Sutra."
Hong Yi compared the illustrations of this secret manual with the Amitabha Sutra, but compared the difference.
"Eh! This painting. "
Just as Hong Yi compared the Amitabha figure in the Amitabha Sutra to the person in the Spirit Turtle's Breathing Technique, his eyes shifted to a painting hanging on the wall.
This painting was of a plum blossom.
In a world of ice and snow, a few plum blossoms bloomed amidst the ice and snow.
Hong Yi looked at the plum blossoms in the world of ice and snow. At first, he did not think much of it, only feeling that it was very vivid. However, the more he looked, the more he felt a bone-piercing chill. At the same time, his nose and mouth seemed to smell the fragrance of the proud snow.
"Whose painting is this? It's so charming? It's practically an immortal item? " Hong Yi walked up and discovered that it was signed, "Da Qian year 40, first month, Qian Daozi, gift to brother Xuanji, Meng Bingyun."
"So it's the painting of Art Saint Qian Daozi? Xuanji is clearly the father. Who is Meng Bingyun? It seems to be a woman. This painting … stands proudly in the snow, jade bones and ice skin … As expected of the Art Saint's painting. However, after careful consideration, it still can't compare to the Amitabha Sutra. "
There was no need to be afraid of not knowing the goods. There was only fear of comparing goods.
As Hong Yi studied the painting, he thought of the Buddha in the Amitabha Sutra.
The concept of the Buddha in the Amitabha Sutra was vast and boundless. I sat in the center, eternally unmoving. I sat and looked at the thousands of lives in the blink of an eye. Everything in the past was nothing but a fabrication.
Comparing this with the Art Saint's painting, he figured out some true meaning. He had a deeper understanding of the Buddhist principles contained in the painting.
A feeling that could only be understood but not described with words rippled in Hong Yi's heart.
Zen is the heart, Dao is the heart, and the soul is the mind.
Hong Yi naturally visualized the image of the Buddha in his mind. He seemed to gradually become one with the Buddha. He felt that the void was vast and boundless. He sat alone in the center, as if he really didn't move, and his mind didn't move. He treated the thousands of lives as an instant. All his experiences were all kinds of fabrications, like a dream, flashing and disappearing without a trace.
His soul was stirring, growing rapidly. He felt like he was about to leave his body.
After an unknown period of time.
Boom!
Hong Yi's soul didn't move. He actually came out from the door and looked around. He didn't feel any discomfort.
It was broad daylight.
He didn't feel any discomfort when his soul left his body.
Day Wandering Realm!
Ever since Hong Yi finished his night wandering, he had been cultivating according to the Amitabha Sutra for more than a month. He didn't break through. He only made some slight progress, but now he had a breakthrough.
After Hong Yi's soul left his body, he didn't go out to wander. Instead, he returned to his body and looked at the book in his hands.
The last time he left his body, he injured his soul. He didn't dare to go out recklessly. He had to figure it out.
As he flipped through the pages, the images and words seemed to be engraved in his mind after he scanned through them. He actually had a photographic memory.
"After reaching the Day Wandering Realm, I can actually have photographic memory?" Hong Yi discovered his changes and quickly flipped through the book.
"Although I am proficient in the Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength and have trained my muscles to a certain degree, and have reached the Martial Disciple realm, as well as the Tiger Demon's Bone Training Fist, I can train all the way to the Martial Master realm without having to worry about my cultivation technique. However, to step into the Xiantian realm, I need to practice breathing techniques. Furthermore, breathing techniques can be used to train my muscles, bones, skin, and flesh. As Hong Yi flipped through the book, he memorized it. At the same time, he rejoiced in his heart, "Fortunately, I entered Princess Zhennan's power today, so I could enter father's study and have a look. Now that I've broken through, I can memorize these secret manuals. "
Hong Yi didn't doubt why his father's study would have these profound breathing manuals.
Hong Xuanji was Wu Sheng. It would be strange if there weren't any fist technique manuals in the study.
Just as Hong Yi finished reading the Spirit Turtle's Breathing Technique and was about to look for the second fist technique manual, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"Oh no, father doesn't allow me to practice martial arts. It's one thing for me to practice secretly, but I even borrowed Princess Zhennan's power to flip through his books in his study. Isn't this touching his reverse scale?"
When Hong Yi thought of this, he felt that this was no small matter. His back was drenched in cold sweat.
"Princess, it's getting dark. First Madam invites you out for a banquet." Just as Hong Yi was in shock, a maid came in with four servants.
"It's getting dark already?"
Hong Yi looked out the window and saw that it was indeed getting dark.
"I didn't expect time to pass so quickly while reading. Where's Princess? Princess … "
Only then did Hong Yi realize that Luo Yun was also reading a book on the other side of the bookshelf. She was so engrossed in it that she sat on the floor with her legs spread open. She didn't have any misgivings and didn't have the demeanor of a princess at all.
Hearing Hong Yi's repeated calls, Luo Yun raised her head in a daze. She let out an "Ah!" and stood up at the same time.
"Princess, you're really good at martial arts." Hong Yi praised in his heart. After reading for so long, Luo Yun didn't feel the slightest bit sore or discomfort when she stood up.
"Aiya, it's getting dark!" Luo Yun exclaimed. She put the book back on the shelf, patted her thigh, and smiled at Hong Yi. "Hong Yi, why didn't you talk to me just now?"
"We're engrossed in reading. Let's talk when we have time." Hong Yi forced a smile. He was still thinking about the consequences of angering Hong Xuanji.
"Yes, we're engrossed in reading." Luo Yun suddenly stared at Hong Yi and smiled. "You're a decent person."
Luo Yun's smile diluted Hong Yi's worries. In any case, he'd already done it. He'd deal with whatever came his way. When the time came, he'd think of a way to deal with Hong Xuanji.
Hearing Luo Yun say that he was a decent person, Hong Yi suddenly felt that the distance between the two of them had shortened quite a bit.
Although the two of them hadn't said a single word to each other on this trip to Langhuan Bookstore, they'd been reading in silence. However, they seemed to be more intimate than a thousand words.
"I'm going to the palace. It's a pity that I didn't get to say anything today. If only you weren't staying in the mansion. I could go look for you often. Otherwise, there'd be too many formalities in this mansion. It'd be boring," Luo Yun said.
"By the way, did you buy any Blood Pattern Steel from the Taoist temple?" Hong Yi asked.
"No. The Jade Capital Temple is huge. I'm getting dizzy from walking around. I've asked around for a long time, but none of the Taoist priests know about Blood Pattern Steel."
"What's with the Consort Yuan you mentioned just now?"
"It's like this …"
The two of them walked out as they conversed.
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