The daily life of Dali Siqing

Chapter 827

"Hocha!"

"Hocha!"

On Longhu Mountain, the sound of thunder and lightning continued to be heard.

Yang Qingyuan was trying to comprehend the five thunders and the heavenly tribulation, the divine splendor flickered in his pupils, and there seemed to be thousands of ways that were constantly intertwined and reorganized, but he didn't gain much in a short period of time.

Calamity, in Taoist classics, is Heavenly Tribulation. Heavenly Tribulation is a calamity for those who practice Taoism. According to Taoist scriptures, Taoist practice violates the principles of heaven, and if he tries to cultivate a real immortal with a mortal body, Heavenly Tribulation will come down from heaven.

The heart of the Taoist is dead and ashamed, the desire is not done, the heart and the kidney are secret, and the alchemy is turning around nine times, just like the monsters in the deep mountains, they can't be used for food and medicine, even if they live long, there is a beetle between two.It is said that the true person is called the supreme man, and it is called the Supreme, and the countries of the world cannot be pushed away. In order to steal the energy of the heaven and the earth to last forever, and refine the essence of the five elements to protect themselves, how can there be such a supreme in the universe!And everyone can get this fairy fruit of extreme tranquility, and the way of humanity is absolutely perfect, how can the heaven and the earth tolerate it?It is said in the world that thunder strikes once every 500 years.

Calamity is the greatest difficulty for a cultivator, not one of them.

Wu Lei Zhengtian is named after Jie, but from the name, you should know how terrifying this unique technique is, and Zhang Xuling has high expectations for this unique technique.

In order to cooperate with Yang Qingyuan's comprehension of the five thunders being a catastrophe, the palm of the little celestial master Zhang Zhiwei blasted at Yang Qingyuan continuously with the power of thunder.

At this time, Yang Qingyuan had already taken the antidote for Jinbo Xun flower poison developed by the medicine king Yi Bodhi Muxin. Although the toxin had not been completely eliminated, he was already able to display the power of five successes. Can't hurt Yang Qingyuan.

This process lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour.

"No?! Don't you have any ideas yet?!"

Zhang Zhiwei's hands were sore, the ground around Yang Qingyuan was full of cracks, and the grass and trees were scorched, but Yang Qingyuan was still motionless, it seemed that there was no change, not even a wrinkle on the robe.

Faced with Zhang Zhiwei's complaints, Yang Qingyuan rolled his eyes, "Don't you know how mysterious your ancestor's Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue is?! I've been hit so many times by you, but I still don't have a clue!"

Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue has always been passed down by the Zhang family of the Tianshi Mansion, father and son testify, master and apprentice pass on, can absorb ten thousand thunderbolts for one's own use, practice to a high level, when the move is shocking, the situation changes color , moving like running thunder, fast like lightning, striking like lightning and thunder, extremely powerful and unstoppable.

This kind of martial arts is of course considered top-notch in the world, but compared to this half of the Five Thunders and Heavens Tribulation, there is a world of difference.

The difference between the two is like a cloud of mud.

Five Thunders are Heavenly Tribulation, this is a cultivation practice that may cross the realm of heaven and man, and it also represents Zhang Xuling's understanding of the realm of heaven and man.

"Is it because you don't know the general outline, then I will recite the general outline of the Tianxin Jue to you!" After Zhang Zhiwei thought about it, he began to recite the general outline.

"Ice is falling in Tianling Mountain, the sky is full of stars in the gate of the shrine, thunder is rolling, rain is falling, the spring pool is deep and deep, the east room is lit and the west room is bright, noon and no parting."

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How could people in the Jianghu know that the supreme mentality of Longhushan Tianshifu, the general outline of Wulei Tianxinjue, is contained in a nursery rhyme.

This nursery rhyme echoed in Yang Qingyuan's ears.

The ice falls in Tianling mountain, and the Tianling point is where people's wisdom lies. The sky is cold and the mind is clear.

The gate of Shentang is full of stars, and the acupoint of Shentang is level with Xinyu, which is the hall where the mind and spirit live.

Yongquan is the first acupoint of the kidney meridian, which connects with the body surface meridian of the kidney meridian.

As for Ziwu Maoyou, the husband of the five elements, it is the root of good fortune... Ziwu Maoyou is the longitude and latitude, and the eight winds and six laws are the discipline.

Meridian is the longitude, and Maoyou is the latitude.

Zi is north, and the five elements are water.Noon is south, and the five elements are fire.Mao is east, and the five elements are wood.Unitary is the west, and the five elements are gold.

And the cultivator lives in the center, occupying the central soil.

Wutu is immeasurable and all-encompassing, in order to contain the violent thunder power of Wulei Tianxin Jue, and turn it into his own use.

The true energy in Yang Qingyuan's body began to circulate along the heart method of Wulei Tianxin Jue, and the fingers of his right hand were grasped, and there seemed to be lightning flashes in between.

Zhang Zhiwei on the side was stunned, "What the hell?!"

Suddenly he complained that Yang Qingyuan didn't have a clue, but no one knew better than him how difficult this Five Thunder Heaven Heart Art is.

Since he was a child, he has realized the true energy of his master Zhang Xuanqing, and he has achieved little.

Even if Yang Qingyuan is already in the realm of heaven and earth, he still has to talk about the basic law!

Just when Zhang Zhiwei thought that Yang Qingyuan was going to practice the first level of Wulei Tianxinjue, the electric light beating from Yang Qingyuan's fingertips suddenly disappeared.

"No! No!"

"What's the matter?!" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Yang Qingyuan whose thunder light had suddenly disappeared, and asked in puzzlement.He was extremely familiar with Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue, the true energy that Yang Qingyuan just pointed at his fingertips was clearly the aura of Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue.

"Wrong! Wrong!" Yang Qingyuan closed his eyes, set his wisdom sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, and wanted to forget all the comprehension of Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue just now.

"We were wrong from the start!"

"Wu Lei Tian Jie, although Senior Brother Xu Ling deduced it based on Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue, but it is two completely different martial arts from Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue!"

Yang Qingyuan looked up at the sky, frowning slightly, "Fortune teller, take a look, is there a thunderstorm coming in half an hour?"

Although Yang Qingyuan can also observe the sky, he is definitely not as professional and accurate as Zhang Zhiwei.

In this land, people who are good at astronomy and meteorology continue to open up, but most of them are people who are good at calculation and reasoning, and most of them have a Taoist background.

Zhang Zhiwei, as the future celestial master of the celestial master's mansion, talismans, arithmetic, and hexagrams are all compulsory courses.

"Almost, there must be thunderstorms afterwards, and thunderstorms are the most common in the high temperature climate from May to August. Looking at the clouds, thunderstorms are coming."

Yang Qingyuan clapped his hands, "That's just right! Let's go and be struck by lightning!"

"what?!"

Before Zhang Zhiwei could respond, he was pulled by Yang Qingyuan and flew towards Tianmen Peak, the highest peak of Longhu Mountain.

What the hell, why did he get hacked! ?

Zhang Zhiwei was taken to Tianmen Peak by Yang Qingyuan before he could figure it out.

At the same time, Yang Qingyuan also took an iron flagpole from Tianshi's mansion.

The two of them sat on the top of the mountain for about half an hour, and the top of Tianmen Peak was covered with black clouds, and the peak was about to collapse.

The slightly stuffy atmosphere greatly increased Zhang Zhiwei's pressure, as if a thunder had landed and the doom was imminent.

This is the natural fear of heavenly thunder for people who practice Taoism.

There are three calamities in Taoism.

In the most popular ghost novels of the Great Zhou Dynasty, before a monkey seeks the way of longevity, his teacher used to scare him with the three disasters of Taoism.

Legend has it that a practitioner of the Tao must experience three calamities before becoming enlightened.
One is the disaster of the lightning strike that day, which was violent and thunderous for nine days. If you can prevent it and get away with it, you can survive the disaster, your life can be saved, and you can continue to practice.

After another 500 years, there will be a second catastrophe, which is the disaster of Yinhuo burning.This fire automatically emanates from itself, burns from the bottom, and goes straight to the top door. It seems to be possessed by a madman.

After another 500 years, the third catastrophe will come, which is the disaster of wind disintegration.This wind blows in from the gills, goes straight through the six internal organs, passes through the dantian, and penetrates the nine orifices, causing the flesh and bones to collapse and the whole body to collapse.

Thunder robs, seeks to survive from death; fire robs, washes away the lead; wind robs, breaks through and stands up.

If you can manage to escape the three calamities, you will be able to participate in the creation of heaven and earth, and live the same life as the sun and the moon.

These three disasters were not made up by Mr. Wu, but can be found in the Taoist classics.

"Old Yang, don't play yourself off!"

Zhang Zhiwei watched the sky getting heavier and heavier with dark clouds, his eyes were already full of solemnity.

In this cloud layer, thunder flashes and will fall at any time, and Yang Qingyuan is already sitting under the iron rod, waiting for the thunder to fall.

Faced with Zhang Zhiwei's worries, Yang Qingyuan said that these were all small scenes.

"Don't worry! A few thunderstorms are not enough..."

"Huocha!" Tian Lei didn't give Yang Qingyuan a chance to finish his sentence, and shot straight down, Yang Qingyuan was engulfed by a piece of thunder...
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Mount Jiuhua, Dajue Temple.

"If it's that scholar, then you don't need to look it up. He is the Marquis of Wuxiang of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Sword Lord of Qingyuan, Yang Qingyuan." A young and handsome young man walked into the meditation room slowly.

Ci Jing and Ci An stood in front of Master Ci Yuan, the abbot and abbot immediately.

Although Master Ciyuan is a wise man, he does not have a high talent in martial arts, but he is only in the meridian state.

For someone who came to appear outside the meditation room without a sound, this martial art determination will definitely not be inferior to Cijing and Ci'an.

"What?! Don't you believe what the three masters said to me?" Facing the three monks' approaching enemy, the young master walked into the Zen room with a nonchalant expression, and found a futon at random. , sit cross-legged.

I saw the young master move his right hand, and a purple sand teapot in front of the three monks flew to the young master by itself, and slowly fell down.

Then, another teacup flew over and landed in his hand.

"Yo, this is still a spring pot."

The young gentleman is playing with this purple clay pot.

The purple clay pot in his hand is not ordinary, it is one of the most expensive purple clay pots in the world.

Its founder is Gong Gongchun, who made a pot with the pottery mud deposited at the bottom of the vat by the monks washing their hands, imitating the gall of the big ginkgo tree next to Jinsha Temple, that is, the shape of the tree tumor, and engraved the gall on it. pattern on.

Its shape is simple and exquisite, elegant and natural, and is sought after by literati and refined scholars.

There are very few such pots in the world, and a pot of gold is hard to find.

"The masters are really tasteful! I haven't even seen a few such purple clay teapots, why don't you give them to me?!"

What is unscrupulous! ?
This is unscrupulous!
He broke into the leadership meeting of Dajue Temple in the middle of the night, found a place to sit down, and wanted to grab a purple clay pot worth thousands of gold.

This is too much!
Cijing and Ci'an also felt the same way, this person broke into Dajue Temple late at night, and dared to be so unscrupulous, he must have something to rely on.

"Amitabha, Mr. Wei came to visit late at night, why?!"

Ci Jing met him in the restaurant, but at that time, there was an old servant at the Dongxuan Realm beside the Young Master Wei.

Ci Jing didn't notice at all that this Mr. Wei also had such a level of martial arts.

"Originally, I wanted to ask some masters for something, but now I have changed my mind!"

Mr. Wei's words stunned the three monks Cijing.

"Then what is the purpose of Mr. Wei's visit now?!"

Mr. Wei poured himself a cup of tea, sniffed it lightly, "The tea is good!"

After gulping it down, Mr. Wei lazily said, "Now, now I want to ask the three masters for two things!"

Hearing the words, the three monks subconsciously looked at the purple sand pot in Mr. Wei's hand.

Master Ciyuan, the owner of the purple clay pot, said that he hates customers who have no sense of boundaries the most!
The meditation room fell into a moment of silence, and the atmosphere was once very awkward.

After Master Ci'an coughed lightly, he said, "Then don't you know what the other thing is?!"

Mr. Wei put down the teacup in his hand, "A book."

The three monks were taken aback again, book? !

There must be a lot of books in Dajue Temple. The most abundant ones in Dajue Temple are Buddhist scriptures, among which there are many isolated copies and ancient books. This young man is quite discerning.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the young master is also a person who is destined for Buddha. There are tens of thousands of Buddhist scriptures in my Dajue Temple. I don't know which volume you want?"

Young Master Wei looked at the three generous monks, and slowly spit out four words from his mouth.

"Blood River Scripture!"

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"Lao Yang, Lao Yang! Are you okay!"

"Huocha!" Zhang Zhiwei panicked when he looked at Yang Qingyuan who was submerged by the thunder light all over the sky!

The violent thunder shook the ground, and the thunder shook for nine days.

When the thunder light dissipated, Yang Qingyuan looked a bit embarrassed, but it was not bad. The moment the sky thunder was drawn down, the innate invisible sword energy surrounded his body, protecting himself from being severely injured by the violent power of the sky thunder.

The violent thunder power was weakened layer by layer by the innate invisible sword energy and innate true essence.

The moment the sky thunder entered his body, Yang Qingyuan felt the power of thunder.

"puff!"

At the same time, Yang Qingyuan sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ground.

The blood was originally golden, but later turned red and black.

"Lao Yang!!"

Seeing Yang Qingyuan's performance, Zhang Zhiwei immediately became anxious after seeing the blood he vomited.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan's heart warmed up, but he still smiled lightly and waved his hands, "It's okay, it's just Tianlei..."

"Hocha!"

"Hocha!"

"Hocha!"

Before Yang Qingyuan finished filling the cup, three thunders fell one after another, not giving him a chance to continue speaking.

Yang Qingyuan was once again submerged in the thunder.

"Old Yang!! Are you all right! You won't rush to the street! Old Yang!!"

After three breaths, the thunder light dissipated again, and Yang Qingyuan revealed his figure.

However, Yang Qingyuan's appearance was still unforgettable for Zhang Zhiwei.

Yang Qingyuan, who was originally a handsome and handsome young man, now has a dark face and prickly hair, as if he just walked out of a coal mine.

"Old Yang!"

Yang Qingyuan waved his hand, "It's okay!"

Accompanied by Yang Qingyuan's words, a puff of black smoke spit out from Yang Qingyuan's mouth.

"It's okay, it's fine..."

"How?! Did you gain something?!" Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei continued to ask.

Yang Qingyuan said, "I have gained a little, but it's not enough!"

Although Yang Qingyuan looked embarrassed at the moment, his demeanor was still there. Yang Qingyuan, who was originally cross-legged, slowly stood up, holding the iron rod beside him.

"Ray comes!"

(End of this chapter)