Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Huashan is the most dangerous mountain in the world, towering into the clouds, and the mountain roads are steep, and few ordinary people can climb it.

There are many legends of immortals and strange heroes circulating in Huashan. In the present world, Wang Xuebin is not sure whether there is a real master living in seclusion, but in this world, Huashan cannot be ignored.

After Wang Xuebin finished packing up the Huayin Tiger, he set out to climb the mountain. At this time, there were no cable cars, only a plank road built on cliffs, and no other roads.

It is still early now, and there are no traces of Huashan Sect. There are some Taoist temples, but most of them are inhabited by Taoists who cultivate themselves and have no martial arts masters.

Wang Xuebin is not without gains. At least he has learned some breathing techniques and exercises his internal organs. The effect is stronger than that of the Republic of China. After all, the two worlds have different routes of civilization.

"Little Langjun, the deep mountains are dangerous, and the sky will soon become dark. Don't go up the mountain again!"

On this day, Wang Xuebin found a new mountain to climb. It was late at night. An old Taoist priest carrying a rice bag behind him saw him and stepped forward to persuade him to return.

Wang Xuebin turned his head and saw an old Taoist priest who was about fifty years old. His eyebrows were gray, but his face was very rosy and his complexion was excellent. He was carrying a bag of rice, but he didn't even sweat. He stood behind Wang Xuebin.

Wang Xuebin clasped his fists with both hands and bowed respectfully.

"My father-in-law, I often hear that there are strange people in Huashan. I come to study, but I wonder if my father-in-law has heard of it?"

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Young man is joking. The old Taoist has been here for more than 30 years and has never seen any stranger. I think it's just that the people spread rumors. It's getting late, so you should go down the mountain earlier!"

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared, and saw Wang Xuebin stunned:

"This...isn't this considered alien?"

Yuntai Temple, known as "Mingtang" in ancient times, was the place where the emperors visited and hunted in ancient times. It was the place where Taoist Ming Su Fuyaozi lived in seclusion.

It was first built in the late Tang Dynasty and was built during the Renzong reign. The incense was originally prosperous, but since the Jingkang battle, the incense gradually declined and no longer had its former prosperity.

Yuntai Temple is not small, but there are not many Taoist people, only four, and the youngest is in his forties. In this dynasty with an average age of only thirty-two to forty, it is definitely an older Taoist temple.

The four Taoist priests left here are all re-sented disciples of Chen Tuan’s ancestor. The host is a real person named Liu. He is over 60 years old and has a Taoist name Chongzhong.

His junior brother, the Taoist priest Wang Xuebin, was named Zhao and the Taoist name was Chonghe. He was originally an ordinary villager at the foot of the mountain and was usually responsible for the purchase of Taoist temples.

The remaining two are brothers, both of whom are surnamed Lu, and they turned out to be officials. After their father and uncle died, their brothers were also suppressed by political enemies and were discouraged. They came here to practice Taoism. The older ones were called Chongchang and the younger ones were called Chongjing.

"Zhengren Liu, I came to be a disciple of the late generation!"

In the alchemy room, Zhenren Liu sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, looking at Wang Xuebin standing bent. He had heard of the young man who was studying everywhere and said with a smile:

"Since good believers come here, they are destined to be. If they are intentional, they should stay there. Although my sect will not pass on the Dharma easily, they are not stingy. If they are destined to learn one or two, it is your destiny. If they are not destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to

Wang Xuebin bowed.

"Thank you, Master, if you don't have the chance, I will never force you!"

Seeing that his eyes were clear and calm, the old Taoist nodded and said:

"My teaching method is based on the sleeping immortal skill. Although it is the foundation, it is quite magical when practicing it deep. If you have any doubts, you can ask me!"

Wang Xuebin bowed again and stepped out.

The Sutra Library was cleaned by the real person Chongchang. After Wang Xuebin reported it, he entered it by himself.

The Sutra Library paves the ground with bluestone stones, and in the middle are two rows of low tables for copying scriptures. There are bookshelfs all around, filled with various classics.

There was a faint smell of ink in the house, but it was also mixed with a hint of bad luck. There were quite a lot of books in Taoist classics here.

A single bookshelves contains the works of Xiyi Zhenren. It was not originally, but originally preserved by Liu Zhenren. It is a handwritten copy with beautiful fonts and looks like a copy of a girl.

Wang Xuebin looked at the books on the bookshelf, and each book was full of profound secrets, such as the sleeping immortal skills, the fetal breathing technique, the observing chapter, the reference chapter, and the mysterious chapter.

All of them are internal skills, and there is no simple one, at least Wang Xuebin can't understand it.

The most straightforward article is the Sleeping Immortal Art, which teaches people to sleep.

Wang Xuebin took down the sleeping immortal skills, placed it on the table to copy it, put the original back on the bookshelf, and found Zhenren Liu with the copy version.

"Real person, the younger generation of the Sleeping Immortal Art has been copied. I wonder how to practice it?"

The real person looked at Wang Xuebin and said with a smile:

"This skill is simple, just sleep!"

"Just go to bed?"

When Liu Zhenren saw Wang Xuebin's disbelief, he nodded and said:

"It is to sleep, and you must visualize the Tai Chi diagram when you sleep!"

As he said that, Master Liu pointed to a Tai Chi picture hanging on the wall.

This picture is not like the Yin-Yang fish in later generations, but a simple line. It is drawn with a circle with no connection between the head and the tail, thick head and thin tail, and nothing special.

"You have to visualize this picture in your mind and when will you visualize a yin and yang fish be considered as the beginning!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the picture, nodded thoughtfully, and turned back to his residence.

The Sleeping Immortal Art is a guiding technique created based on the rotation of the heavenly cycle.

Different solar terms in the year, different changes in the sun and the moon, different changes in the yin and yang, clear and turbid, and different changes in the qi and blood flow speed.

The Sleeping Immortal Art is a guiding technique created by Fu Yaozi based on this, which makes people attract the energy to return to the original state through breathing during sleep, which is a very interesting skill.

He talks about how to sleep, what solar terms, what slants, what postures to use, and the breathing frequency throughout his article. It is very straightforward, but very complicated.

The four seasons can be divided into four styles: Hibernating Dragon Sleeping, Panlong Sleeping, Lilong Sleeping and Candle Dragon Sleeping. Each style has six movements, corresponding to each solar term.

From the first to the fifteenth day of the lunar month, you should visualize the Tai Chi diagram that is round and unsteady, and the clear energy enters the body from the outside through both hands. From the sixteenth to the thirty, you should visualize the Tai Chi diagram that is still and turbid air gushes out from the soles of the feet.

There can't be any mistakes, but you still have to relax and not keep your thoughts, which is very troublesome.

Wang Xuebin always lay down for a whole day at the beginning, but fortunately he wouldn't gain weight, otherwise he would have grown into a ball again.

Gradually, he found his feelings, and his time in bed gradually decreased, and he began to have activities, and he started to collect wood, carry water and clean every day.

Later, Wang Xuebin got into the school's internal skills and had more time, so he also took on the job of purchasing and cooking.

Now the Taoist priests are idle and live a life of retirement. The Taoist priests are also idle people. Without these jobs, they find new things to do, which is to teach Wang Xuebin.

"Guanlan! The Fuyao technique I taught you is a Taoist magical skill, not a leap technique, not a leap technique. You need Qi and Spiritual harmony. Visualize that you are gently lifted up by the Tai Chi diagram, and you need Qi to move all over your body, and don't spin on your legs!"

Wang Xuebin was wearing a Taoist robe, standing aside with his eyes closed, patiently visualizing that he was being lifted up by the Tai Chi diagram, and then jumped gently and jumped three feet away.

Wang Xuebin was very happy to see his achievements, but he didn't see that Zhao Chonghe's face was dark behind him.

"You use jump again, why don't you remember? You have to be big and soft, and use your intentions without force. It's really a rotten wood that cannot be carved. It's the same virtue as the third and fourth brothers!"

Chongchang and Chongjing, who were watching the fun, were also shot while lying down.

Wang Xuebin didn't care about the lessons of his second master. He knew that his second master was a genius and he could see what skills he could do at a glance, and he didn't have to learn at all.

The key is that he is genius, but he also thinks that everyone is the same. In his opinion, things that are extremely simple should not be difficult for others to learn, so this situation occurs.

The third and fourth masters were also taught by him. They were both the same. When they were not taught, they were calm. Once they were taught, they would be furious and would be furious!

"Okay, Guanlan has only been practicing martial arts for a year, and it is already amazing to achieve such achievements. Don't be impatient and be careful of being obsessed with external demons!"

Zhenren Liu couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to persuade him.

Wang Xuebin did not really become a disciple. Although he mentioned it, Liu Zhenren did not agree because Liu Zhenren saw that Wang Xuebin did not believe in Taoism, so he accepted him as a student and took the name Guanlan, but did not allow him to convert.

Wang Xuebin also understood his situation. He was a popular believer in his faith, that is, he went to Taoist temples to worship the Three Pure Land, temples to worship Buddha, Confucius, and when he entered the church, he could shout Hallelujah.

Respect everything, but believe nothing. He only believes in himself. Even if he doesn't have the chance to be the true teaching, he will not regret it. He will not deceive others for this.

If you don’t believe it, you don’t believe it. He will not disguise this.

The faith here is not belief, but belief.

Wang Xuebin believes that there are Taoist ancestors, Buddhas, Gods or other gods in the world who can travel through time and what else can you not believe in!

But believing and believing are different. Belief is following the teachings. You must interpret and practice them according to the words of the Taoist ancestors and Buddhas.

He can learn, refer to, and learn from, but he will not accept it in full. Everything must be based on his own will. It is what I think, not what Gods and Buddhas think!

If you lose your will and go to the end, it will not be that "I" becomes an immortal Buddha, but that the immortal Buddha becomes an "I"!