I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 147: Keeping the Precepts and Cultivating the Eight-Nine Mysterious Qi
Behind the wall not far below the pavilion, a gust of black wind suddenly dissipated.

Ji Yuan's figure staggered out from the wind.

“Phew… that was a close call. This technique is extremely dangerous and must not be shown off easily. I almost couldn’t hold it back and revealed my true form.” Ji Yuan let out a long breath, his face turned pale and sweat dripped down his forehead.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead; he hadn't sweated in a long time since he heard the truth.

This is truly a time of change; the entire person's essence, qi, and spirit must be highly concentrated and tightly locked.

This feeling is similar to holding your breath while diving, but it is many times more uncomfortable than simple holding your breath while diving.

Because of breath-hold diving; just holding your breath.

When in this state of change, what needs to be held is not only the Qi, but also the Spirit, and the infinite flesh and blood.

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that his profound skills have just been mastered; Ji Yuan is still unable to adapt to this feeling.

Concentrate your mind slightly and look inward.

The fine texture of flesh and blood, that faint white ray, was dim and without luster, and it was flowing through the body's blood and energy with the breathing, gradually recovering.

This is exactly the energy of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art.

Only with this mysterious energy can one massage the body as he pleases, and the changes are unpredictable.

However, now is only the first stage of the Xuan Gong, the power is still shallow, and the time for change is limited.

Compared to the mana that never decreased, this eight or nine mysterious energy really gave Ji Yuan a feeling of the 'blue bar' in the game.

It is about maintaining the time of change.

This 'blue bar' is being consumed rapidly.

Just now he was showing off his magical powers and turned into a Buddhist scripture, which was caught in the hand of the Taoist deacon.

After a few breaths, when eight or nine mysterious energies were exhausted, Ji Yuan felt mentally exhausted and could not hold on any longer.

This is the danger of the mysterious skill. Once it is lost.

At the very least, the mind will collapse, the spiritual intelligence will be lost, and it will really become a scroll of scripture.

In severe cases, the flesh and blood will disintegrate and turn into a pool of minced meat, which can never be gathered again.

So he quickly used his magical power to call the wind and rain, and escaped in a gust of wind.

“No wonder in my previous life, when I read some strange novels like Journey to the West, it was said that when Erlang Shen subdued the monkey demon and fought with him, he had to throw away the three-pointed, two-edged sword first before he could escape and transform into a flying bird or an owl.” Ji Yuan put away his Taoist robe thoughtfully.

The art of transformation; its purpose is to allow the mysterious Qi to circulate through the body, blood and flesh, controlling the body, spirit, soul, blood and fine texture of the flesh; thereby the flesh and blood can be transformed into sand, stone, flowing water, wind and fog.

Clothes and weapons carried with them cannot be transformed because they have not been contaminated by the mysterious energy. If one wants to transform into a bird or beast, he or she cannot take them with him or her.

It's not that it can't be changed; it's just that it will be very troublesome and consume a lot of Eight or Nine Mysterious Energy.

For example, you can change into birds and beasts; you can turn clothes into feathers;
To transform into a swimming fish, one must cast a spell to transform clothes into scales.

It takes Xuan Qi to change, it takes Xuan Qi to maintain the change, and it takes Xuan Qi to return to the original form. With this back and forth, clothes and weapons have become a huge burden.

If you want to compete with others in magical powers.

That breath of mysterious energy is extremely important; it would be a waste to use it to constantly change clothes and weapons.

Monkeys, on the other hand, don't have this burden; every hair on their bodies is refined by the mysterious energy, so they don't need to wear clothes, and the Dinghai Shenzhen in their hands is also the best at changing.

“Nothing in the world is perfect. Even the heaven and earth are not complete. How can the mysterious power of change and the creation of the heaven and earth be perfect?” Ji Yuan had a flash of enlightenment in his mind.

Even though there are various disadvantages.

It also does not hinder the supernatural power of his Eight-Nine Profound Art.

Especially once you have achieved a high level of cultivation; it can be called the fairy-tale version of the "Little Wuxiang Gong", and you can transform anything you see into something.

Ji Yuan still has a long way to go.

Nine levels of profound skills; he is currently only at the first level.

If you haven't mastered the profound skills yet, once some objects have changed, it may be extremely dangerous if you are not careful, and they may not be able to return to their original appearance.

However, Ji Yuan has the true seed of the magical power of [Thousands of Changes]; so there is no such difficulty. When the mysterious energy is exhausted, the magical power will affect his true form and return to his original appearance at any time.

However, only by realizing the primordial truth and the formless true nature can one be said to have obtained the [appearance of all living beings] and truly change everything.

To transform into a god or demon means to change the original state of matter; and to truly possess all kinds of magical powers and Taoist methods of gods and demons.

As long as you don't want to change back, it will remain unchanged for billions of years. If you want to change back, you can change it back at any time.

The art of transformation of the heterodox sects is only used to hide oneself secretly and temporarily avoid disasters and difficulties.

Taking advantage of the inspiration of heaven and earth, we can seize the moment.

It doesn't really change the nature of things.

The original truth is formless and without appearance; transcending all things is the true essential change.

If the Eight-Nine Profound Art is the fairy-tale version of the "Little Wuxiang Gong".

Then the ever-changing great magical power, or the primordial truth, is the real [Great Formless Power]; the two are worlds apart.

The main reason for developing the Eight-Nine Profound Art is that the Yuanshi Zhizhen in the Ruyi Zhenfu Scroll is too profound, obscure and complicated, and it is impossible to comprehend it at all.

Ji Yuan could only settle for the next best thing; first practice and verify the "Small Formless Power", and then try to realize the real "Great Formless Power".

According to the "Ruyi Zhenfu Volume".

As the saying goes: "Round and shining, how can it be worn out if it remains unchanged for eternity? The dharmakaya is immortal, without any shape, and a little spiritual light contains all things...

It means the primordial truth; it will never change, it is neither born nor destroyed, so no matter how it changes, it is only external and will not erase its true nature.

Yuanshi is the ultimate truth; it has no form originally, but a little spiritual light can illuminate the world of primordial emptiness, create the earth and the sky, and give rise to all things from the void.

This level of realm is truly beyond imagination, and even the founder of the religion, the Immortal Hunyuan, may not be able to reach it.

If I am not bragging, what is referred to in the Ruyi Zhenfu scroll is the Yuanshi Supremacy, which is the Tao.

"Compared to the superficial changes of the Eight or Nine Outer Paths, this is the path that our generation should pursue!" Ji Yuan's heart became more and more determined. Turning his head, Ji Yuan walked towards Yuanchen Tower.

As soon as he got downstairs, the Taoist deacon ran down screaming with a look of panic on his face.

“Hey? Taoist Ji! You were outside. I thought you were upstairs…” The Taoist was startled. When he saw it was Ji Yuan, he felt relieved and spoke calmly.

"Friend Wang, what happened?" Ji Yuan hurried over to him.

He recognized the Taoist as Wang Lingcan, the deacon in charge of the Yin-Yang Department.

"It flew! It flew!" Speaking of this, Wang Lingcan's face was filled with fear again.

"Master Wang, what flew away?" At this time, other Taoists who were on duty nearby heard the shouting and ran over.

"Scriptures! Just now, a scroll of scriptures in the building suddenly turned into evil wind and flew away in my hand. I was so scared!" Wang Can wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and recounted the whole story.

"Is there such a thing? Could it be that a monster came in?!"

"Let's go and see if the scriptures have been stolen!"

Upon hearing this, the Scripture-Tibetan Taoists hurriedly fetched brooms, book knives, and bamboo combs, and followed him up to Yuanchen Tower to take a look.

However, he saw that the "Northern Dipper Black Killing Sutra Volume 2" was neatly placed in the bookcase. He then checked the bookshelf and found that all the volumes of the scriptures were there.

The disciples in the Sutra Building looked at each other and shook their heads.

"The collection of classics is full of restrictions, even the bookshelves have restrictions, so where is the evil wind?"

Ji Yuan shook his head and looked at the other Taoists and asked, "Did you see the evil wind?"

"No, it must be that Master Wang drank and got himself drunk again; eh..." Everyone looked at each other, looking at the pale-faced Ling Can, and sighed.

"I did drink a little, but I wasn't mistaken... With my skills, how could I have been mistaken..." Wang Can scratched his head, wondering if he was drunk and was hallucinating.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Wang Can calmed down and bowed his hands to apologize: "Master Ji, I must have seen it wrong just now. I hope I didn't bother you?"

"No, is Brother Wang okay?"

"I am fine."

"You look hazy and not in good spirits, so you should quit drinking." Ji Yuan thought about it and gave a reminder.

This Wang Can has magical powers for at least several hundred years and has some skills, but his body is clumsy, his face is flushed, and his eyes are dull.

It wasn't that he was scared.

It's obvious that drinking every day has damaged his body and soul. If he continues like this, even if he is lucky enough to develop magical powers and Taoist magic, he won't have much "Taoist power".

Don’t even mention Wang Can waiting like this.

There are many people in Kunwu who are well versed in Taoism. When they practice meditation in the mountains, their minds are as solid as rocks. A sneeze can cause rain for years in a radius of thousands of miles. This is truly their "boundless power of Taoism."

But once he came down the mountain, he mingled with the secular world, relaxed his spirit, no longer practiced Taoism, no longer recited the scriptures, and only thought about playing every day. He had no pure thoughts, and within a few years, his spiritual energy and will dissipated, and his Taoist power also dissipated.

Even if one had ten thousand years of magic power and cast a spell with all his strength, it would not have the same effect as before.

The effect of magic power on supernatural powers is limited. No matter how much one cultivates one's own strength, it is impossible to compare with heaven and earth.

The Qigong practitioners have to harness the various great powers of heaven and earth, and these powers are boundless.

During the spellcasting process, the power of Tao, will, whether the spirit and form, the Qi power are condensed, and whether the mentality is good are the factors that have the greatest impact on the increase in supernatural powers.

Otherwise, even if you have supreme magical powers and a million years of magic power, but no character, it is useless. You can only fart to add fuel to the fire and scare people.

Therefore, what is powerful is always people, not simply some magical power or some secret technique.

Kunwu selects the true disciples; there is a magic array that is designed to test people's Taoist power and will.

"Master, please give me some advice!" Wang Can's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he took advantage of the situation.

He knew that Master Ji was a man who had mastered magical weapons and was the number one prodigy in Kunwu. It was rumored that he had extraordinary martial arts skills and powerful Taoist strength that far surpassed his peers.

"Well, first give up drinking and sex; meditate on the scriptures, and then go find your master to learn some health-preserving martial arts. You have to practice every day and every month, and practice seven or eight hundred times a day. It should take ten years or so for your power to recover."

"Thank you for your guidance, Taoist priest." Wang Can was a little disappointed; he thought there was some quick way to achieve success.

Practicing boxing seven or eight hundred times a day would tire a person to death.

We have to persist for another ten or eight years.

Forget it, it’s better to just give up.

I have an easy job every day, drink a little wine, and go play with my fellow junior sisters at night. How happy I am.

Immortality is illusory. When you have accumulated enough merits, you can find a master to learn some magic. Then you can return to secular life and serve the emperor, become a general or a prince, and marry dozens or hundreds of wives. This is the right way.

"Friend Wang, you seemed to be looking for me just now. Is there something wrong?" Seeing that he was not listening, Ji Yuan did not say anything.

"Oh! Look at my brain; I almost delayed the Taoist's plan!" Wang Can suddenly woke up.

He said quickly, "Miss Yin knew you were in the Sutra Pavilion and sent someone to urge you, saying that Elder Wen had looked for you several times and asked you to go back to see him."

"Oh... I see. In that case, Master, please inform the elder of the Sutra Pavilion. I will go back first." Ji Yuan took out the key to the restriction of Yuanchen Tower from his sleeve and handed it to Wang Can.

"Okay, okay, just leave it to me, Master. You can go ahead. I know you are very busy. If you want to read a book, just send someone to tell him. I will let my disciple deliver it to you!" Wang Can took the token and said in a very flattering manner.

"Ah? I'm afraid this is against the rules!" Ji Yuan was stunned. He remembered that the Sutra Library had rules.

In particular, the authentic copies of the Yin-Yang scriptures cannot be taken out of the building; nor can they be copied, they can only be read inside the building.

"Well, I am a deacon after all. In this small piece of land of the Yin-Yang Department, my rules are the rules!" Wang Can waved his hand with a proud look on his face.

"Okay, thank you Master Wang." Ji Yuan bowed and walked out.

"Okay, hey! Taoist priest, I'll take you there!"

“No need, no need!” Ji Yuan walked out of the Yin-Yang Department, stepped on the mist and flew away.

(End of this chapter)