Dedicate One’s Mind

Mingdaofeng and Mingxin Hall are not only a place for major lectures, but also a place for discussing important matters in the temple.

It was late at night, but the place was still brightly lit, with numerous figures, and candles as thick as a baby's arm flickered brightly. The red sandalwood incense that Wu Yi cherished so much rose out of the four huge incense burner mouths at the four corners of the hall, straight into the sky, and then It fell slowly and lingered for a long time, rendering the huge hall like a fairyland on earth.

Wang Chuchen sat at the head of the table, and the deacons and elders in the temple sat in a circle around him. This discussion system could not only reflect the dominant position of the temple owner, but also reflect the opinions of other people sitting there.

Of course, the most important thing is that they have all opened their pulses, which means they are in the foundation-building realm. Strength is the decisive factor in status. Wang Chuchen's Half-Step Golden Pill is naturally the leader of this group of people.

The matter they were discussing today was none other than Wu Yi. The cause of the matter was a disciple's impeachment of Wu Yi, who believed that his qualifications were low and not worthy of being a disciple.

His words are naturally strong-armed. Less than half a month after Wu Yi entered the mountain gate, most people cannot feel angry within half a month. Although there are some wizards who can feel angry within three days or even faster, it is not enough to comment on Wu Yi so far. His qualifications are low, and his remarks are more like jealousy of Wu Yi's abnormal entry.

Originally, a small matter caused by jealousy between disciples only needed to be reprimanded to resolve it. The reason why the elders and deacons in Guanzhong were killed one after another was because of Wang Chuchen, who was represented behind Wu Yi.

If this incident can be used to prove that Wu Yi's qualifications are low, Wang Chuchen can be charged with unclear knowledge of people and disordered promotion and promotion. Even if he can maintain his position as the temple master by virtue of his reputation as the master of Lingya in the inner sect, It is absolutely impossible to maintain the original prestige. The lost power will be transferred downwards, but everyone else here is happy to see it.

This impeachment was not simple from the beginning. The disciple knew clearly that Wu Yi was recommended by Wang Chuchen. If someone could impeach him so easily, there must be someone behind the scenes.

Wang Chuchen was the first to speak: "Today's discussion is about Liu He's impeachment of Wu Yi. If you have any opinions, please tell me one by one."

As soon as Wang Chuchen finished speaking, a professor stood up and bowed to everyone, and said in a serious voice: "The temple has always recruited talented disciples without exception. These people have made rapid progress in their cultivation after entering the school and have shown their talents. Just like the ones recruited by the previous Guanzhu Li, Lin Yu is now a true legend, and I think the current Wu Yi is far inferior."

This person's name is Sun Zhijie. Among the professors with bright heads and white beards, he looks particularly young with his shiny black hair. He thinks very highly of himself and is very talkative. He thinks he can get a glimpse of the secret of the golden elixir. He usually talks to Wang Chuchen. The face is respectful but the heart is contrary.

Wang Chuchen frowned slightly, with a hesitant look on his face, and turned his gaze to a Taoist priest on the right. As the master of one view, he could not put forward his own opinions as soon as he came up, and he was not completely untrusted. For example, he was looking at it now It was Li Gu, the deacon in charge of rituals in Guanzhong.

When Li Gu saw Wang Chuchen, his heart brightened, and he said calmly: "This Liu He is arrogant and self-respecting in his arrogant opinions. It is better to remove him as a disciple and withdraw the ultimatum."

Li Gu did not argue from the perspective of whether Wu Yi's qualifications were low, but started from the impeachment letter. As a deacon, if there is any impeachment, the disciples in Guan Zhong must inform him first, otherwise it will be regarded as overstepping the level, and the crime will be charged. It can be big or small.

As the deacon in charge of this matter, he was naturally extremely dissatisfied with this. By convicting the impeacher, he not only felt bad in his heart, but also denied the impeachment. This was to kill two birds with one stone.

Hearing Li Gu's words, Sun Zhijie immediately replied: "Although there are faults in Liu He's leapfrog letter, the impeachment is true. Even if he is not rewarded, the merits and demerits should be equal to each other."

Sun Zhijie clung to Wu Yi and tried his best to burn Wang Chuchen.

Li Gu then went back and forth with Sun Zhijie for several rounds. Both sides couldn't please each other with words, and no one could convince the other.

Seeing that the scene was frozen, Wang Chuchen looked at an old Taoist on his left out of the corner of his eye. He saw that his eyes were cloudy and he seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping. He seemed to be in a state of wandering. He couldn't help but secretly cursed in his heart that he was a thief if he was too old to die.

This old Taoist was called Ge Xuanlang, and he was half buried in the earth. He had no chance to go further in this life. However, he had been occupying the Qi Taoist temple in Liucheng for nearly two decades. He had also served as the temple master. He was born in the Ge family of Nanjun. He had a deep foundation and was a professor in the temple. Most of his disciples benefited from his kindness, and every temple master needed his help, and he even became the de facto temple master when the temple master failed to take care of things.

It is very likely that this dispute was instigated by him, and behind the dispute was the struggle between the master-disciple line and the aristocratic family line.

Wang Chuchen's method of recruiting Wu Yi was the method of master-disciple lineage, just like how Lingya Master recruited Wang Chuchen in the past, while the family lineage represented by Ge Xuanlang was based on blood relationship, supplemented by talent. In the past, major aristocratic families almost monopolized all disciple quotas.

Wu Yi was a chess piece used by Wang Chuchen to recruit disciples and the reform, and Liu He was a chess piece used by Ge Xuanlang to oppose the reform.

The game will unfold between the two.

"Senior Brother Ge, how do you think this matter should be handled?" Wang Chuchen faced Ge Xuanlang and asked.

"Hmm, oh," Ge Xuanlang was at a loss for a while as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and then said casually: "In just half a month, I can't see anything. It's better to wait for a few days to see the effects. "Ge Xuanlang did not urge to find out what Wu Yi's qualifications were, but chose to drag the word, which not only showed a tolerant and generous image, but also quietly ignored Liu He's letter.

Wang Chuchen didn't bother and said: "Shan, let's decide this matter for now. I don't know if you have any objections." He looked at everyone with a happy face.

Everyone looked at him and felt a sense of oppression. The most unruly one was Sun Zhijie. At this time, he nodded and said in unison with everyone: "That's very good."

After the meeting, Li Gu walked at the end and said to Wang Chuchen: "Senior brother, why did you let Wu Yi be the one to break the situation? Half a month has passed and there is no sign of him getting angry. Wouldn't it be bad then?" "Thank you for your hard work, senior brother." There seemed to be a hint of questioning Wang Chuchen in his words.

Wang Chuchen smiled lightly and said: "If I am lucky enough to open a way for many poor people to come out, it will naturally be my wish. If not, it will not be any worse than it is now. Success may be gratifying, and failure will not be disturbing."

Li Gu had no choice but to retreat angrily, knowing that his senior brother never cared much about the struggle for power.

The next day, Wu Yi chose to get up before dawn and placed the beads at the door so that they could absorb more of the early Yang energy.

It's sunrise again, when the first bright color in the east cuts across the sky, a new day has arrived.

Looking at the majestic Golden Crow, Wu Yi suddenly had a whim, wondering if the method he had figured out yesterday would be effective.

Whatever he wanted to do, he did it. Wu Yi calmed down his thoughts and imagined the tortoise and snake. Soon, the long sound of breathing came again.

I can't tell you how different it is from practicing at other times. It seems that the air is fresher and more humid, and you can smell the fragrance of the earth.

The sun rose quickly. When Wu Yi felt the heat, he stopped breathing.

Wu Yi's eyes flashed with a look of doubt. He could feel the flow and changes of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and also felt the power contained in it. However, like a bystander, he sat back and watched it move in the body, but could not Mobilize it.

Perhaps this is the difference between immortals and mortals. Wu Yi understood clearly in his heart that a monk absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, controls the changes of yin and yang, and changes from a spectator to a chess player.

Wu Yi knew that the sense of Qi was born in the lower Dantian, but he could not guide the Spiritual Qi into the Lower Dantian. He could only sit back and watch the Spiritual Qi dissipate throughout the body, and then slowly leave the body as he exhaled. The body could indeed absorb some Spiritual Qi spontaneously. But compared to those skills, the difference cannot be calculated.

Strictly speaking, the method Wu Yi has now realized is not a method of cultivation, but more like a method of strengthening the body. Long-term practice can indeed extend life, but it cannot open the door to immortality.

How to mobilize these spiritual energies, Wu Yi fell into deep thought.

"By the way, why did you forget this?" Wu Yi stood up suddenly and hurriedly took out "Xiao Zhoutian Moving Technique" from the series of books. This book had been put aside by Wu Yi because it mostly talked about the cultivation method after generating Qi. , looking for another way out, and realized the art of breathing in and out of the two elephants of turtle and snake.

What Wu Yi thought about was that since the cultivation method after realizing the sense of qi was like this, if we work backwards, wouldn't we be able to realize the sense of qi from this?

Wu Yi opened the book and read it carefully again, for fear of missing anything.

“Internal Qi circulates in the body along the Ren and Du meridians for a week, that is, the internal Qi starts from the lower Dantian, passes through the perineum, passes through the anus, along the Du meridians of the spine through the three passes of Tailu, Jiaji and Yuzhen, to the Niwan on the top of the head, and then It separates from the ears and cheeks, goes down to the tip of the tongue, connects with the Ren pulse, and goes down to the Dantian along the middle of the chest and abdomen. "Wu Yi read it out bit by bit. Although he had already memorized it silently, what he had to do now was to modify it. Kung Fu.

Imagine that he is sometimes a turtle, sometimes a snake, and a long breath comes from under Wu Yi's nose. He carefully allows the inner energy to pass through the two meridians of Ren and Du, one inhaling and one exhaling, and the cycle cannot be interrupted.

After only twelve cycles, sweat broke out on Wu Yi's forehead, and he had to open his eyes. His eyes were dim and his whole body was shaky.

"It's so nerve-wracking." Wu Yi looked tired, but he couldn't hide the joy in his heart. Before, he clearly felt that there was a slight obstruction when the inner energy passed under the navel, but every time the inner energy passed by, the obstruction felt. Just shake once, and it can be expected that when this feeling of blockage disappears, it will be the time when he feels angry.

Wu Yi continued to practice for less than a week when an angry shout came from his ears: "Stop, do you want to die?"

Wu Yi, who was trying hard to control the turbid air, couldn't hold on for a breath and spit it all out. His face was a little pale, and his body was shaking and he almost fell backwards.

"What did you say?" Wu Yi looked at Zhuzi and asked, his voice weak.

"With your cultivation method, let alone the feeling of Qi in the Dantian, the whole person will collapse soon." Black Beetle said proudly and disdainfully.

Wu Yi remained silent, knowing in his heart that this was indeed the case. He actually had an idea in his mind before that he wanted to see where his limit was, but was interrupted by the black beetle.

"If I die, wouldn't you be free again and remind me what to do?"

"Even if you want to seek death, you must die at my hands, otherwise it will be hard to get rid of the evil in my heart."

Wu Yi understood that it was probably the fire behind it. If he died, Black Beetle would not be happy with him, and would even be "buried" for him. This was the reason why Black Beetle intervened. In fact, Wu Yi may not have had the same intention in his heart. The idea of ​​taking a risk to test the black beetle, now seems to be half the success.

"Then what should I do?" The reason why Wu Yi asked Black Beetle to speak in advance was to ask this question now. If he had asked this question before, it would have been Black Beetle who had the upper hand and the host and guest had changed positions. But if he asked it now, it would have been Black Beetle's conscious decision. The technique was given to him, and it was Black Beetle who begged him to take it.

"If you don't seek out some treasures from heaven and earth and practice rashly, you may end up dying of mental exhaustion."

"I am a man who has turned his back on his family to seek enlightenment. Where can I find the treasures of nature and earth? Although I am poor in literature and military, but the big exam is coming, I have no choice but to pursue this evil path!" Wu Yi acted like a scoundrel and made up his mind to let him go. The black beetle spits out some good stuff.

Black Beetle was silent for a long time, and Wu Yi did not speak. He quietly waited for Black Beetle's decision, while silently thinking about the mistakes he had made during his previous training and improving his own ideas.

After about a cup of tea, you can see the inner struggle of Black Beetle, and finally said: "I have a body refining technique here. If you take it and practice it, it will be beneficial."

A red light came out through the flames. It should be harmless. Wu Yi let the red light enter his brain with confidence.

The red light is composed of countless human figures. It looks static at first, but then it becomes a moving scene. It is very magical.

But Wu Yi, who was already exhausted from practicing again and fighting against the black beetle, had no energy to watch this and went to bed and fell asleep.