Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

I am originally the prince of Kucha, and my status is more respected than anyone else.

There are wet nurses in rows, and you can drink milk whenever you want.

Have you ever thought that a Chakravartin would have to do the hard labor of practicing?

This funny song comes from the Records of the Immortal Kingdom, and tells the story of the King of Kucha who sent his youngest son to practice Buddhism.

The prince was precocious. He could read and write at the age of three and could converse with adults without any difficulty. However, due to the king's doting on him, he was not weaned until he was three years old.

The Kingdom of Kucha was a devout Buddhist, and as the most intelligent prince, he was naturally sent to the holy land to practice. However, Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings, so he had to start from a young novice monk.

Half a year after entering the temple, the abbot saw that he was intelligent and personally tested him on his insights into practice. The first gatha he wrote was this one.

Although the monks in the temple practice all year round, most of them can recite the scriptures well but cannot grasp the essence, and always linger in the realm of the three precepts of precepts, concentration and wisdom.

When they saw such a straightforward and explicit expression, some chanted "Amitabha" and some blushed. Only the great monk smiled and said:

"The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. His heart is pure, but your heart is polluted."

This story is used to illustrate a Buddhist principle, which is about gain and loss.

At the age of three, the prince thought that sucking milk was his nature. To everyone who heard this, no matter whether you had lustful thoughts about women, shame, etiquette, or even countless other thoughts, they were all additions to the original nature.

Smart people in the world, when they read out the gain and loss, think they understand the story. They sigh and lament, and will definitely not read the little prince's verse carefully, thinking that the child is lazy and unwilling to make progress in cultivation.

At that time, the trend of spiritual practice was prevalent in the world. Ordinary people only thought that spiritual practice was good, and most people embarked on the path of spiritual practice without realizing it.

Little do people know that the road to cultivation is filled with countless difficulties and obstacles. Even if one cultivates to the level of a great immortal, one still fears the three disasters and nine difficulties that are about to come.

"I am originally a prince of Zhao..." Zhao Rui sang softly on an isolated island overseas.

That story was told by Lu Xuan before. He had no idea about Buddhist principles or enhancement, and he didn't even remember the entire verse.

But cultivation is not easy, and across endless time and space, he felt exactly the same as the prince.

More than two months ago, after Lu Xuan was frozen in ice, he was the only one left on the island. He used all his strength to prevent himself from starving to death.

But on this day, the snow, which had been falling for three months, suddenly stopped.

The bright sunlight shone through the branches, illuminating the snow that had not yet melted, making people's eyes hurt.

Zhao Rui faced the sun, and an idea popped up in his mind: "If I transport the frozen master to the sun, would it be possible..."

Zhao Rui's eyes were filled with endless brilliance. He firmly believed that as long as he saw the sunlight, he would be able to rescue his master from the ice.

Five days later.

New green leaves have sprouted on the branches covered in snow. Zhao Rui is pulling a sled and moving forward with difficulty on the snow.

The snowy road was lower than the surrounding areas and had long been smoothed by him, but even so, Zhao Rui could only pull slowly.

He was too young and his strength was less than one-tenth of that of an adult.

He remembered the formula taught by his master and mobilized his body's strength with each breath, but after a dozen breaths, the feeling of fatigue still came over him.

The sun was not far away. Zhao Rui gritted his teeth and persevered silently.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rui was extremely exhausted, and the magic power in his body was like a thread that could dissipate at any time.

During the Qi training stage, the first step is to perceive the spiritual energy, and then use special breathing methods to gradually convert the spiritual energy into one's own magic power.

When the magic power becomes strong to a certain degree, it needs to be further refined in order to reach a higher level.

There are thousands of methods in the world of cultivation, but the ideas of each school during the Qi training period are basically about pure magic power.

In the past three months, Zhao Rui has been accumulating mana continuously, and the mana in his body has reached a critical value, but he did not understand it deeply and did not realize it.

He was squeezing his body to the extreme at this moment, which was actually a kind of oppression of his magic power, because only in this way could he cope with the needs of his body.

There is always new life in desperate situations. At a certain moment, the magic power in Zhao Rui's body was finally perfected and he entered the second level of Qi training.

At the moment of breakthrough, Zhao Rui felt relaxed all over, as if a warm current was rising from his dantian.

Starting from this point on, the magic power will continue to grow stronger with each cycle until it reaches a new bottleneck.

Power surged out from his meridians. Although it was only a small breakthrough, Zhao Rui felt full of power.

He clenched his fists and took another step forward, stepping directly into a deep pit on the snowy road, his strength more than doubled.

After a while, the sled finally started moving and no longer crawled at a snail's pace.

The distance of fifty steps was originally very far, but now it became easy. Zhao Rui only took a rest once and then pulled the sled into the sunshine.

He supported himself with his hands and sat on the snow, looking at Lu Xuan who was frozen in the ice, hoping for a miracle to happen.

After a while, water drops appeared on the ice and dripped along the edges.

Zhao Rui was ecstatic. Everything was just as he had expected. As expected, the ice melted when exposed to sunlight.

Just as he was happy, a cloud of black smoke rose from the ice and rolled into the sky.

"Why is there black smoke?" Zhao Rui couldn't help but step back and hide behind a big rock.

After a while, Zhao Rui cautiously showed his head. Seeing that there was no danger, he dared to approach the ice to observe.

He waited for the entire afternoon, but until the sun set, the ice had not completely melted, only about two-thirds remained.

"We have to wait two more days!" Zhao Rui was a little frustrated.

The next morning, as soon as Zhao Rui woke up, he went straight to the ice.

However, what he didn't expect was that the one-third that had melted away yesterday had actually recovered to its original state.

Zhao Rui stood there in a daze, as if he had fallen into an abyss. If this method didn't work, he had no other choice.

After a while, Zhao Rui suddenly picked up a wooden stick and started hitting the ice, cursing, "Dead ice, stinky ice, give me back my master..."

In a rage, he used all his strength in each blow, but until blood came from his palms, the ice block did not change at all, not even a piece of ice fell off.

"Wu...Wu..." Zhao Rui sat down on the ground and couldn't help crying.

After a while, Zhao Rui finally stopped crying. He wiped his tears with his sleeves and rushed into the woods.

He got up early in the morning and had no breakfast yet.

Just like that, the ice was gradually forgotten. Zhao Rui was busy with practice and three meals a day and had no time to care about it.

Half a month later.

Early in the morning of that day, Zhao Rui went out to look for food as usual.

But when he passed by the ice, he could no longer take his eyes away.

The originally thick layer of ice had actually melted by half.

"How did this happen? It's early in the morning!" Zhao Rui rushed towards the ice and, ignoring the billowing black smoke, carefully checked it.

He sat in front of the ice for a whole day and night, and gradually understood the reason.

It turns out that as the days get longer, more ice melts during the day and there is no time to recover by night.

The flame of hope rose, and Zhao Rui seemed to see Lu Xuan walking out of the ice.

Twenty days later.

The sun was particularly bright at noon that day.

The huge block of ice was long gone, only the last layer of frost remained.

"Ah..." At a certain moment, Lu Xuan yelled.

"Master!" Zhao Rui was overjoyed and hurried over.

However, Lu Xuan completely ignored him and ran straight into the deep shade of the tree. Only when the sunlight was completely gone did Lu Xuan turn back suddenly.

The bloodshot eyes were like those of a hungry wolf, as if ready to devour anyone at any time.

Zhao Rui swallowed his saliva and shouted, "Master! It's me!"

This time, Lu Xuan was finally touched, and the blood color in his eyes gradually faded away.

"Don't come near me, Master. Go away."

"Master, you finally woke up. I went to look for turtle eggs but couldn't find them. Master, you must teach me." Zhao Rui's eyes were filled with tears.

"I'm almost dead, and you're still concerned about turtle eggs..." As a half-stiff, Lu Xuan failed to absorb a mouthful of blood and almost vomited blood.

"If I find turtle eggs, I will stew them for Master. Master has not eaten for several months, so he must be hungry."