Pure Yang!

Chapter 13: Chunyang Stele Calligraphy, Lü Zu's Sword

Qingwei Palace, Chunyang Hall.

According to the legend, when the founder of Chunyang retreated in Zhenwu Mountain, he attained enlightenment in this temple for ten years and finally turned into a rainbow and passed away.

This hall is different from ordinary Taoist temples built in the Ming and Qing dynasties. It is built in the style of the Song and Yuan dynasties. The old wooden door is already mottled and covered with cracks. A slight push will cause dust to spread all over the floor.

"Because of the ordinary people to face the disaster?"

Zhang Fan followed behind the Taoist priest who had broken his precepts, and after hearing the whole story, he couldn't help but show a strange look.

"Master Taoist, since the matter is of great importance, why don't you close the mountain gate? Wouldn't it save a lot of trouble?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but raise the question in his mind.

It concerns the inheritance of Dharma, and the mountain gate is wide open. With so many tourists coming in and out every day, how could nothing go wrong?

"Do you know how much Zhenwu Mountain contributes to the local GDP every year?" Taoist Priest Pojie asked a soul-searching question without even turning his head.

"This..." Zhang Fan was stunned.

"The tourism revenue is 50 billion every year. Can you just close it down like that?"

"This..." Zhang Fan was speechless.

"You agree, will the government agree?"

"This……"

Zhang Fan curled his lips and couldn't help but say, "Taoists also care about economic benefits."

"Taoists are born into the world, not dead, so why do they have to spend money?" The Taoist priest who broke his precepts couldn't help but turn around and said, "Let's not talk about anything else, even installing a wifi in the mountains costs money..."

"..."

"Besides, the ancestors have said that cultivation is everywhere in the world. Keeping a normal mind is cultivation. Eating, dressing, living and traveling are cultivation. Massaging your feet 498 times is also cultivation..."

“It’s not about the money.”

"Master, where do you get a foot massage for 498?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"You actually know how to grasp the key points." Taoist Priest Pojie glared at him fiercely, then turned on the flashlight and took Zhang Fan up to the second floor.

The second floor of Chunyang Hall is empty, surrounded by inscriptions and paintings, which are so ancient that it is unknown how long they have been passed down.

"This is……"

"I have been enlightened for eight hundred years, and I have never used my flying sword to take a person's head. The Jade Emperor has not sent a heavenly talisman, and I am selling black gold to fool the world."

Zhang Fan walked to a stele and looked at the strange characters on it. When he saw the signature, there was only one name:
Lu Yan.

"What is enshrined here is the stele and calligraphy of the Grandmaster Chunyang..." The Taoist priest who broke the precepts bowed his head and performed a salute.

"Did Patriarch Chunyang really practice Taoism here?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Then... the wooden sword on the cliff of Nanxuan Palace is not a prop?"

“Nonsense…” Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest who had broken the precepts almost dropped the flashlight he was holding. He glared fiercely and quickly bowed his head, saying, “Grandmaster, I’m sorry… Grandmaster, I’m sorry…”

"That is the Pure Yang Sword, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm just asking..."

Zhang Fan curled his lips, secretly cursing Li Yishan in his heart, then turned around to look at the inscriptions on the wall.

"These words are so strange, like dancing flames."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but speak, and the tip of each word was pointing upwards, like a rising flame.

"You are quite intelligent..."

Taoist Priest Pojie's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but say, "Master Chunyang once followed Taoist Huolong to practice alchemy in his early years, and he learned the wonders of true fire..."

"What's more, Taoist True Fire is not weaker than Thunder Method, and is also extremely difficult to cultivate..."

“So of course the calligraphy and stele works of Patriarch Chunyang also have a lasting charm and conceal the wonder of true fire.” Taoist Master Pojie said solemnly.

"Taoist true fire? What is that?" Zhang Fan asked humbly. "Taoist cultivation emphasizes the four essentials of [planting, gathering, nurturing, and refining]..."

"Collecting herbs is to cultivate the soul..."

"To refine medicine, one needs to use real fire. To explain it in simple terms..." Pojie thought for a moment and continued.

"Heat energy is the source of life. When a person dies, the last breath left is the last yang energy in the body. After death, the body temperature drops, which means the yang energy dissipates..."

"The cultivation of the Dao Sect is to refine all the Yin residue and achieve pure Yang... Before that, Yang Qi is spread among the three treasures of [Spirit, Energy and Spirit], which ordinary people cannot see or touch..."

"Only the soul can understand and mobilize..."

"The so-called Yuanshen is the true seed we planted. It mobilizes the Yang Qi in the three treasures of [Jing, Qi and Shen] and ignites it, which is the true fire."

"This is the core secret of inner alchemy, so the Taoist book says [Saints pass on medicine but not fire, and few people know the temperature of fire]..."

"Everyone's cultivation realm is different, their physical condition is different, and the yang energy they can mobilize is different... The temperature of the ignited true fire is naturally different... This cannot be passed on..."

"So in Taoism, fire magic is just like thunder magic, and it is extremely difficult to practice." Pojie explained in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

“There are so many ways.”

Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh that the path of cultivation was indeed vast and boundless, and [True Fire] alone involved so many principles.

No wonder people on the Internet say that life skills need to be taught by a master and cannot be practiced in isolation or blindly.

Although many Taoist classics and even methods of cultivation can be found on the Internet, the Taoist tradition contains many secret words and coded language... Without the guidance of a master, even the slightest mistake can lead to a great error.

If you practice incorrectly, at the very least you may have various physical problems, such as menopause or sterilization, or at worst you may even go insane and become a madman or a fool.

"Master Chunyang is a master of alchemy and is proficient in fire magic..." Pojie continued.

Taoist fire magic is like Taoist thunder magic, which is all-encompassing and has different levels of skills.

Rumor has it that among the fire magicians, some are so powerful that they can even use people’s sexual thoughts as firewood.

"When people are angry, they say they are angry... because lustful thoughts are also a kind of fire. Traditional Chinese medicine calls it [Xianghuo], but Taoism regards it as virtual fire... because it is invisible..."

"However, this virtual fire can affect people's behavior. If it is put into the real fire, the person, fire, and thoughts... will be united into one, and a very mysterious fire can be produced in Taoism..."

"Samadhi True Fire!" Pojie lowered his voice and said.

"Samadhi True Fire!?" Zhang Fan's eyes lit up. He had seen it in many novels, movies and TV dramas.

"How do you practice?"

"Refine?" Taoist Priest Pojie smiled and said, "The Samadhi True Fire is a magical power of Taoism..."

"Supernatural powers, the ability to communicate with gods, are not acquired through practice, they are natural gifts from heaven and cannot be cultivated."

Taoist priest Pojie shook his head. There is no way to cultivate the magical powers of Taoism. Their origins are extraordinary and unpredictable. The outside world regards them as godsend. Only special people can comprehend them when the opportunity arises.

For example, Chu Chaoran realized the Taoist magical powers when he was thirty years old.

"Just stay here... Don't go out until the Jade Certificate Transmission Ceremony is over." Taoist Priest Pojie warned.

"Don't worry, I'm not a troublemaker."

Zhang Fan nodded solemnly. After watching Pojie leave, he began to look at the Chunyang stele on the wall. The characters in his mind were like flames. When he got tired of reading, he sat cross-legged and entered into a state of meditation...

At this time, Zhang Fan was already enjoying the feeling of entering a state of meditation and tranquility, with his mind free of distractions and a sense of emptiness.

Especially after entering into a state of meditation, he seemed to be floating in the air and could see his every move.

However, this time it was a little different. After entering into meditation, he "looked" at himself sitting cross-legged in the Chunyang Palace, as if a ball of fire was enveloping his body.

"Is this considered a distracting thought? Have I been looking at calligraphy and stone inscriptions for too long? Alas, my practice is still not good enough." Zhang Fan sighed deeply, and a thought suddenly came to his mind, and he woke up from his state of meditation.

At the same time, nine hundred meters away, in Nanxuan Palace, on the cliff.

The Pure Yang magic sword that had stood horizontally for more than six hundred years finally trembled slightly at this moment, and a sword roar like a dragon was heard.

(End of this chapter)