Myths and Dharma, starting from Erlang Shen

Chapter 9 Innate Magical Powers

After saying goodbye to Uncle Weiyuan's family, Ji Ren returned to his bed and sat down cross-legged in the most standard posture.

The basic cultivation technique of operation, observing with the mind's eye, the blurred sacred shadow in the three-foot cyclone in the Dantian.

There are five realms of practice, the first realm is nourishing the soul.

That is, the fuzzy Dharma that is invited from the Dantian is cultivated.

At this stage, the main thing to do is to continuously understand the will of the true spirit, strengthen the fit between oneself and the true spirit's dharma, and then draw the shape of the dharma from the true energy in the body.

Most warriors in this realm will imitate the daily behavior of the true spirit, hoping to further understand the will through the imitation of behavior.

But before that, there is another step - to understand the innate magical power.

This can also be regarded as the foundation of every dharma image.

If used well, it will be easy to jump through level challenges in the early stages, and it can also have unexpected effects in the later stages.

Ji Ren closed his eyes tightly and kept running the basic skills. The true energy warmed up in his body kept turning, walking among the eight extraordinary meridians, and a broad will emerged in Ji Ren's heart.

At the same time, descriptions of Yang Jian's life and temperament kept popping up in his mind.

Integrity and selflessness are gods.

Yang Jian is a god and represents justice.

As for the description of his temperament, a sentence from Journey to the West can be summed up most accurately: "He has a high heart and does not recognize his family members in heaven, and his arrogant nature returns to God and lives in Guanjiang."

High-minded and arrogant.

Be proud and never bow your head.

The true energy continued to circulate, and Ji Ren was immersed in insights, his consciousness rising higher and higher, as if clear water was flowing through his body, which was ice cold and indescribably comfortable.

After that, even though his eyes were closed, Ji Ren "saw" all the layout of his room, including coffee table, wooden bench, screen, wooden door...

Is this the gift of perspective?

Ji Ren frowned slightly, feeling a little regretful. He had expected that the talent he inherited would be related to eyes, but he didn't expect it to be clairvoyance.

It's not that perspective is not good, but compared to Yang Jian's strong character, it is not good.

Like the gentian talent obtained by the successor of Zhao Yun, the combat power can be doubled when faced with desperate situations.

A standard explosive talent. On the battlefield, he often kills with blood.

And even the unparalleled mythical version of Zhao Yun obviously cannot compare with Yang Jian. At most, he can work among the 1,200 grass-headed gods under Yang Jian.

Logically speaking, talent should not be so simple. I could see the movement of qi in the temple before.

Ji Ren was confused in his heart, and continued to run the technique, seeing more. He wanted to see the limit of this magical power, and whether there were other magical powers that he didn't know about, or how far the limit of this magical power was, and whether he could achieve clairvoyance.

His eyes were closed tightly, but he could see six directions and see into ten directions. The big bluestone road outside the door also appeared in front of him.

Then looking forward, I suddenly saw a pretty face that was both happy and angry, with black hair falling like a waterfall, a long jade neck, delicate collarbones, and eye-catching, but this is not the key, what is more important is that it goes on, like mutton-fat white jade. Her delicate body and perfect curves were no longer concealed in an instant...

Ji Ren suddenly lost his breath, was forced to open his eyes, and coughed repeatedly.

Qiao Qingyin, who was walking towards Ji Ren's room, heard a cough, her slender brows furrowed slightly, her figure suddenly accelerated, and she stepped into the room as if teleporting. She walked to Ji Ren, who was not breathing well, and put her white and tender palms on her. On Ji Ren's back, a stream of spiritual power entered, and he said with a strange expression: "What's the matter? Just started practicing, and your anger has gone away? It's a credit to your low cultivation level, otherwise you would have gone crazy. You are here every day." What are you thinking about?"

Ji Ren looked slightly embarrassed. Although he had received teachings from some teachers online in his previous life, this was the first time in reality. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his power, but at this moment when he glanced at Qiao Qingyin, what he saw in his eyes was different. People, but anger.

The Qi circulating in Qiao Qingyin's meridians. Is this the real function of the Heavenly Eye?

In one glance, you can see the changes in breath, gain insight into all movement trajectories, and discover flaws?

"What are you looking at?" Qiao Qingyin looked weird to Ji Ren, as if she had no clothes on. She clenched her fists and threatened Ji Ren fiercely.

"Let's have a fight." Ji Ren jumped off the bed. When Qiao Qingyin came over just now, he didn't use his spiritual power and couldn't see clearly. It wasn't until Qiao Qingyin gave him Qi that he could see again.

"Ah?" Qiao Qingyin's pretty face was full of doubts. Ji Ren, who had just condensed his Dharma and had only cultivated to the third level of spiritual nourishment, was going to compete with her alone?

Is this an obsession that has damaged your brain?
  "Come on, let's have a fight." Ji Ren pulled Qiao Qingyin and walked out.

"Let go!" The spiritual energy on Qiao Qingyin's wrist shook, shaking Ji Ren's palm away, and then looked at Ji Ren strangely and said, "Okay, you want to be beaten, I will grant your wish!"

As he spoke, Qiao Qingyin tiptoed, and the figure arrived in the yard ten feet away.

It’s a change in Qi.

Ji Ren saw it clearly and felt even happier. He came to Qiao Qingyin, put on a posture and said, "Come and beat me!"

"Hit you?" Qiao Qingyin felt a little worried when she saw Ji Ren's appearance, "You're not out of your mind, are you?"

With your strength, if I stand here and don't move, you can't hurt me, and you still let me attack. Do you want to get beaten?

"It's not broken, hit me!" Ji Ren said.

Looking at Ji Ren's firm expression, Qiao Qingyin, who had never heard of this request in sixteen years of life, decided to satisfy him. She tiptoed slightly, her figure was light and weightless, and she punched Ji Ren straight at him. It was terrifying. The anger is rampant.

But at the critical moment, Ji Ren turned his head and avoided Qiao Qingyin's punch just in time.

Qiao Qingyin looked slightly stunned, and immediately changed her attack from hitting to swinging, and slashed towards Ji Ren. Unexpectedly, Ji Ren seemed to have expected it and dodged away again.

Ji Ren couldn't help but have a thick smile on his face. Yes, it was true. He could see Qiao Qingyin's Qi moving around. Whenever he did something, he must first let the Qi flow and gather in his hands and feet, so He could see the changes in Qi in advance, which meant he knew Qiao Qingyin's moves in advance.

Anticipation.

Thinking of this, Ji Ren couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, changed from defense to offense, and launched a set of killing punches, and then——

Qiao Qingyin directly grabbed Ji Ren's hand, threw it over her shoulder, and threw Ji Ren hard to the ground.

"Is it right here?" Qiao Qingyin looked at Ji Ren, who gave you the courage to challenge me?
  "Come again!" Ji Ren stood up again and challenged Qiao Qingyin. It seemed that he had not chosen the right time to attack, and he was not skilled in using it, so he had to make a correct prediction first.

"it is good."

Although she didn't know Ji Ren's situation, Qiao Qingyin was happy to have the opportunity to hit Ji Ren. She stretched out her hand and punched Ji Ren, but Ji Ren sensed the punch in advance and dodged it calmly.

Qiao Qingyin frowned slightly. Counting just now, she had already been dodged by Ji Ren twice. Although she didn't take it seriously and didn't use all her strength, for fear of accidentally beating Ji Ren to death, there were also those at the ninth level of spiritual nourishment. With his strength, Ji Ren shouldn't be able to hide. Why does it feel like he knows my movements in advance?
  Qiao Qingyin was puzzled, but she also felt a little bit competitive. Her figure moved suddenly, and her figure was ethereal, as if she was not fighting with Ji Ren, but dancing. It was pleasing to the eye, but only those who have experienced this dance know this. How much murder there is in the dance.

Ji Ren stared attentively, his expression was unprecedentedly focused, and his Qi movement was more thorough. He subconsciously learned to imitate, and his figure gradually became more agile. He dodged Qiao Qingyin's punches several times in a row, although he was not as butterfly-like as Qiao Qingyin. Light and agile, but always able to hide in the most suitable place, just like a turtle that moves slowly, but the moment it shrinks its head, it is as fast as lightning.

Seeing this, Qiao Qingyin was secretly shocked. How could this guy act like a different person, suddenly so strong? Did you really act like a pig and eat the tiger before, desecrating yourself?
  "Qingyin, can you go faster?" Ji Ren felt that his condition was better than ever, and he wanted to see his limit.

"Hurry up?" Qiao Qingyin raised her eyebrows, was she looking down on her?

Ji Ren's anger, which was originally due to his inability to take down him, completely surged. At that moment, a pale pink light shone on his palm, and the speed suddenly increased ten times. Ji Ren saw it, but before he could dodge, he He was punched away by Qiao Qingyin and fell heavily to the ground aside.

"Do you want me to be faster? Just now I only used the strength of the first level of the General Realm. How about I improve it a little bit more?" Qiao Qingyin looked at Ji Ren with a half-smile.

(End of this chapter)