I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 171: The Unity of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, Old Friends Reappear in Dreams
The old man asked with a smile, while Zhou Mu just let out a long breath and bowed silently.

He stayed in the treasury room for ninety years, and read all the thirty thousand volumes of classics in the treasury room once or twice.
Apart from reading classics, the words he has spoken in the past ninety years can be counted on one hand.

As a result, Zhou Mu actually developed the temperament of a great sage, and he felt like he had seen the world and was looking back.
And these are all false.

There are real benefits, not a bit less.

After all, the collection room contains almost all the books ever made in the world since the Zhou Dynasty and before.

Zhou Mu had read all the divination books, including Zhouyi, Lianshan and Guizang, which were said to be the three ancestral divination books created by Fuxi and King Wen.

The ways of ghosts and gods, the ways of emperors, the myriad of skills, the art of Qi Huang.
The origins, origins, developments, and principles of the four realms of strength, energy, immortality, and heaven are all also seen.

Readers of books gain enlightenment for themselves. After ninety years of meditation, Zhou Mu has gained countless insights and various wonderful methods.
In terms of knowledge, he is indeed as good as the real Laozi of that time. Even if he were to discuss Taoism with Confucius, he would not necessarily be at a disadvantage.

And these are just knowledge.

Supernatural powers, giant spirits, great achievements.

For ninety years, he has been quietly reading the world's books and has been a Laozi for ninety years. Even if he has never practiced cultivation or contemplated enlightenment, this path of comprehension as the main approach will lead to breakthroughs.

The giant spirit has the power to move mountains. If it uses its power, its body will expand a thousand times and its strength will increase a thousand times.

Great achievement can shrink the earth to an inch. With one step, thousands of miles can be contained at your feet.

The great achievement of withering and flourishing can cause living things, dead things, and even those invisible and intangible mysterious things such as luck and destiny to wither or flourish.

As for the three minor magical powers.
Everything is perfect.

Perfect escape into the earth, one thought can travel ten thousand miles, and one breath can have a hundred thoughts.

Then, in a moment of breath, if you are buried in earth and rocks, you can escape to a place a million miles away.

Ignite, perfect, can ignite disaster fire, can forge immortal gold and divine iron, can melt the thoughts and spirits of all things.

Fanning the wind, perfection, can blow up disastrous winds. Disaster winds blow from the internal organs and the mind, and can bring about the five decays of heaven and man. The first blow will cause the skin, flesh and bones to scatter, the second blow will cause the soul to melt, and the third blow will cause all the cultivation to go to waste.

Disaster fire, disaster wind, and if there is also disaster thunder, the three disasters will be complete, which can burn, blow and destroy the three flowers on the top of the head and the five qi in the chest - the three flowers gathering on the top of the head means immortality, and the five qi gathering at the origin means sacredness.

Even if one is a true king or a saint, if he is careless and unprepared, and suffers the three disasters, there is a possibility of death and the disappearance of his soul!
"Unfortunately, I only got two disasters." Zhou Mu thought so.

More than just magical powers.

The fourth level of Fuyao Gong, the whole body's strength and magic power are increased by sixteen times.

The Yuanshi Yin-Yang Sutra is close to completion. If it were not for its weak Dharma power, it might have already reached completion and formed the [Yuanshi Yin-Yang Dharma Form].

These are what Zhou Mu gained during his ninety years of service.

Taishang Laojun stared at the weathered young man in front of him and smiled slightly:

"As expected, his temperament has become much calmer, not as impetuous as before, and he looks like a master who has achieved enlightenment - but his cultivation is still too shallow."

After a pause, He shook his head and said:

"Otherwise, I can walk the world in the name of Laozi."

Zhou Mu said calmly:
"The depth of my magical power and the strength of my physique cannot measure me."

Three great magical powers, three perfect minor magical powers - the current Zhou Mu is indeed no longer limited by his realm.

At least it is not difficult to fight against the enemy in heaven with Wanshou's body.

The Supreme nodded:

"Since you have such a heart, why don't you go around the world in my name?"

Zhou Mu raised his eyelids and saluted calmly:
"Then I will use the name of Senior."

"It's not a pretense. I gave you this life in the first place."

The moment the words fell.

Zhou Mu's face began to change, and he became an old man, just like the ordinary old man in the desert of the human world before.

But it is also the silent history of the treasury guarding room during the 90 years.

"From now on, you will have two true selves. One is your true self, a young man full of vigor and vitality, and the other is Laozi's body, an old man with great sagely virtues."

The Supreme said this, smiling slightly:
"The Zhou Dynasty's warehousing room had a unique fortune and destiny during that period of time. Don't underestimate these ninety years. There will be more benefits in the future."

After a pause, the old man said calmly:
"I won't say much. Now that you are cultivating both your magic power and your physical strength, you may want to try the Confucian path. Although the Confucian path of cultivation is a later development, it is naturally unique as it combines Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism."

Zhou Mu was stunned. Confucian practice method?
What is that? Is it like in the storybooks of the previous life, cultivating a righteous spirit?

The Supreme seemed to see his doubts and smiled:
"If you have the chance and are interested in it in the future, you may want to try this path."

He patiently explained:

"The integration of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism is the right path. In Taoism, one should first cultivate magical power, then moral conduct, and finally the physical body."

"In Buddhism, one must first cultivate the body, then develop magical powers, and finally cultivate moral conduct."

“But Confucianism first cultivates virtue and then practices magic power, not physical cultivation.”

"The unity of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism means that magical power, physical strength and moral conduct are all in harmony. This is a true path to heaven."

Zhou Mu listened carefully and asked:

"Magic power, physical strength, and moral conduct. Are they all cultivation?"

"Of course."

The Supreme nodded:

"If you compare a person to a boat, and the universe to the boundless sea, then the mana is the oar, directly connected to the universe. The mana you cultivate also comes from the universe."

"And the body is the precious raft that crosses the sea, floating on the sea without shaking or falling."

"As for virtue, it is not simply a moral character, it is much more profound. The deeper the virtue, the thicker the soul, and the easier it is to attain enlightenment. To a certain extent, virtue is 'God', that is, you on the treasure raft, the true spirit. The relationship between them is very complicated."

"Generally speaking, those with profound virtues are favored by the universe, and the 'treasure raft' floating on the 'sea' is naturally free from wind and waves and has smooth sailing."

Zhou Mu listened and thought:
"It's not feasible to cultivate only magic power, physical strength, and virtue?"

The old man shook his head:

"It can't be said that it won't work. At least it will be no problem to achieve the Great Dao. Taking a single path will naturally make progress faster, but it is ultimately a side path. The three schools combining into one is the right path."

Zhou Mu is thirsty for knowledge:

"Then Confucian practice does not increase magical power or physical strength. If you encounter danger, where does the killing method come from?"

The old man smiled and said:
"Those with profound virtues are in touch with heaven and earth. When they speak, all things follow. If an enemy comes, heaven and earth will help you kill the enemy. Why don't you use the method of looking at qi to observe yourself?"

When Zhou Mu heard this, his soul slightly withdrew and he looked inside himself. He saw that around his body and behind his head, there was a deep [virtue] and the aura of sages gathered, as deep and vast as a sea of clouds.

The old man said at this time:
"After all, you haven't really entered the Confucian and Taoist path. Ninety years is too short. If you have time, you might as well go through those thirty years a few more times."

After a pause, He smiled:
"If you can truly understand the mysteries of the treasury room and truly bear the title of Laozi, your sage spirit will be boundless. At that time, you may be able to cultivate virtues."

"One step at a time is a great virtue of Confucianism."

Zhou Mu's question:

"Confucian virtue?"

"Of course."

The Supreme Explanation:

"Great sage, ascending the throne is more powerful than practicing the path of cultivation. Great virtue corresponds to the [True King]. If you can become a Confucian saint, you will naturally be in a sacred state. This is easier to achieve than practicing hard to gain magic power and physical strength."

"Even if you have the virtue you have now, if you can enter the Confucian Dao, your tongue will be as powerful as thunder, and you can use your virtue to suppress the three barriers to immortality. But you still don't know how to do it. You have read books for ninety years in the most stupid way!"

After a pause, the Supreme said:

"I see you have learned the seventy-two immortal arts?"

Zhou Mu nodded calmly:

"Yes, I have learned nineteen of them now."

"Well, not bad." Tai Shang nodded: "The seventy-two immortal arts, together with the thirty-six wonderful methods, are actually nearly half of the means of Confucian scholars, or virtues."

Zhou Mu was stunned:
"Is there anything else going on?"

The porcelain doll beside nodded and said:

"I know this. Among the 72 techniques and 36 methods, many are similar to supernatural powers. To induce birth, one must speak first. This is the characteristic of a person who cultivates virtue."

Zhou Mu suddenly realized:

"I see. I now understand. If I get the chance, I will explore the Confucian and Taoist methods and cultivate my virtues."

He bowed in gratitude. Physical strength, magical power, and moral conduct are similar to essence, energy, and spirit. The three are independent, but none of them can be missing.

I have cultivated my magical powers and strengthened my physique, but have never cultivated my moral character - these ninety years of guarding the treasury room can be considered as making up for some of that.

With this in mind,
Zhou Mu bowed to the old man again with all his heart.

Taishang Laojun nodded, and the more he looked at Zhou Mu, the more satisfied he became. It was not because Zhou Mu performed so well or brilliantly, nor was it because of his unparalleled talent and ability.

But compared with the previous Zhou Mu, it is much better.

In comparison, Tai Shang actually felt that Zhou Mu was much more pleasing to the eye than his own disciple.

"okay."

Taishang breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer had to hide things.
He waved his hand, and countless gourds filled with elixirs and various rare treasures appeared on the walls of the Taoist Palace.
All of a sudden, the entire Taoist palace was filled with rosy clouds, auspicious colors, and the fragrance of elixir and precious gas filled the air like mist!

This is the original [Tusita Palace].

Tai Shang stared at Zhou Mu.

Zhou Mu's expression was calm, and he was not moved by the elixirs or treasures. He just stood there quietly with his hands hanging down and his eyelids drooping.

Laojun finally relaxed completely. "Mercy, mercy!"

He smiled and said:

"Then go back to the present world first. Let little Nezha follow you. Walk around the mortal world for a while and grind the remnants of Guixu. When you have mastered the Zhuxian Sword Formation, come back and take Tianpeng away."

"Yes, senior."

Zhou Mu bowed, calmly took the hand of the stiff porcelain doll, and walked to the gate of the Taoist palace, step by step, slowly and powerfully.

He stopped, turned around, and saluted.

"Thank you, senior, for giving me this opportunity and treasure."

"Mercy, mercy."

Zhou Mu pulled the porcelain doll, shrunk the distance into an inch, and took a step away.

The moment he was away from the Tushita Palace, his face distorted, he breathed like a bull, and his chest rose and fell!
"Brother Taoist, what are you doing?" The porcelain doll was startled.

Standing in front of eight lion skulls,
Zhou Mu's expression suddenly calmed down and he smiled:
"No problem."

His heart was pounding.

baby.

So many treasures!

Damn it, the Supreme Senior is really on guard against me!
"You... you're not here sometimes, right?"

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and just took a glance, just a glance.

A string of gourd-shaped golden elixirs and countless rare treasures!

"Unfortunately, there is no time to go to Biyou Palace."

Zhou Mu thought so, and as soon as his mind moved, the black gold bronze order emerged and he made a request to Nezha:

"Fellow Daoist Nezha?"

The porcelain doll that looks alive but is actually a dead object walks into the black gold bronze order.
Then, the scenery became blurry.

Gradually waking up from the dream.

………………

"The village is just ahead."

The middle-aged man looked around and said with a smile:
"That's Hutou Village. It was established a few years ago by some poor people who escaped from the Monster City."

"This is a vast desert, and there are few monsters here, so Hutou Village has been able to survive, and in the past two years, many talented people have settled in Hutou Village."

"The current Hutou Village can be called Hutou Town!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged guide rode a camel and led a group of people to approach Hutou Village.
He glanced at the old man who was sleeping on the camel behind him, and then said to Miss Luo who was not far away:

"We'll rest for a day in Hutou Village, and then set off tomorrow after noon. We expect to reach Xiaoshishan Town within the next month!"

Luo Shuangyu nodded calmly and looked at Hutou Village. The village was very vast, with at least a thousand families living there. It was considered a relatively large gathering place in the wilderness.
However, this place is in the desert. Even if the demons of the Southern Dynasty began to clear the wilderness, they would most likely not be able to find this place.

However, if more people gathered, it would be really dangerous.

Most of the houses in the village are stone houses, and there are very few wooden houses. The group rode camels and passed the village gate.
Just follow the muddy road to the east of the village.

The middle-aged guide explained:
"The center of the village is a place for worship, the southwest and southwest are places for living, but the east side, because there are many people coming and going, has developed some stalls and inns for accommodation."

As we were talking, within 25 minutes, we arrived at the east of the village. The stone houses here were two or three stories high, and the roads looked much cleaner.

Most of the stone houses had signs hanging on them, some were pharmacies, some were teahouses, some were restaurants, and there was even a weapons shop.

On both sides of the road, there were many people setting up stalls, and there were so many people coming and going that it was almost shoulder to shoulder!

"This is really strange," the guide was surprised: "Why are there so many foreign visitors in Hutou Village today?"

He got off the camel and said to the big moneybag with a wry smile:
"Miss Luo, there are too many people on the street. Riding a camel is not difficult, but it is also a bit impolite."

"Ah."

Luo Shuangyu nodded, got off the camel, turned around and greeted:
"Come down, lead me."

"Yes!"

A dozen men and women who were also wearing bamboo hats responded respectfully, which made the guide marvel at the result.

I led the camels through the crowd and finally arrived at an inn. I tied the camels to the wooden stakes next to the inn.

The guide then led everyone into the inn.

The crowd was full of people.

"Boss Guan!" the guide called out, "Why are there so many people in the village today?"

The boss was busy calculating the bills and smiled as he spoke:
"What else can we say? It's said that some big incident happened hundreds of thousands of miles away, and many of the settlements there have started to migrate!"

The guide stepped forward, put down half of the transparent stone, and said with a smile:
"Is that so? That's perfect. The village can have a good year."

The boss paused as he was calculating on the abacus, and smiled meaningfully:
"Yes, Fatty Year, Fatty Year."

"Okay." The guide pushed forward half of the transparent stone. "Fourteen people, um, fifteen people, let's take eight rooms."

"Okay." Two servants under the boss's command, Transparent Stone, came forward. One led the way, while the other helped the unconscious Zhou Mu up the stairs.

"Miss Luo, even if we have to share a room, I will sleep with this old man. But I have to go to the pharmacy first to get some medicine for the intoxication."

The guide and the servant carried Zhou Mu to the bed in the room and came out.

Luo Shuangyu nodded, too lazy to say anything more, and went straight into the house. After the other twelve people put their luggage in their respective rooms, they did not rest and walked towards Luo Shuangyu's room.

Close the door.

Luo Shuangyu stood in front of the window, looking at the crowded strangers on the street, and staring at the guide who had just left the inn and said he was going to the pharmacy to get medicine, and was now crowding on the street.
This is how he said:
"This person has a good heart."

She took off her hat, revealing a cold and calm face. Seven years had passed, and although she was already thirty years old, she still looked as pretty as a girl in her early twenties.

On the side, a Buzhou Yinling said:

"Big sister, how come there is such a noisy village in the desert? There is no concealing magic circle outside the village."

After a pause, he hesitated and said:

"Although there are few monsters in the desert, no matter how few there are, there will always be one or two passing by occasionally. This village has been peaceful for several years without any cover-up. I feel something is wrong."

"There is a problem."

Luo Shuangyu nodded slightly:
"But it's almost night. Seventy thousand miles away, a water dragon fell and its corpse is everywhere. Whenever night falls, the yin energy is heavy and it's easy for cold evil to spread."

"If we travel overnight, I won't be afraid of the cold evil, but you guys may not be able to do that."

As she said this, she turned her head and looked at Buzhou Yinling, whom she had known for many years. The latter just nodded calmly and said in a low voice:

"Then I'll go out and look around to see if there's anything strange."

Luo Shuangyu nodded:
"Be careful."

"it is good."

Chen Shouting left the room silently.

Gazing at him leaving, even Luo Shuangyu couldn't help but sigh. This domineering young man had really changed his personality.

Seven years ago, after Chen Shouting's fake immortal grandmother died in the aftermath of the battle between the powerful in Quanjue City, she changed her personality overnight, becoming less flamboyant and more stable.

just
Thinking of Quan Jue City, Luo Shuangyu couldn't help but think of the son of the True Lord.

If I remember correctly, Chen Shouting had a conflict with the son of this True Lord.

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She sighed softly. The master said that Zhou Mu had also died in Quanjue City. It was said that the great battle in Quanjue City, including the mad True King, was caused by Zhou Mu's death.
Slightly restraining his thoughts, Luo Shuangyu looked at the group of people in front of him who were not in the Zhouzhong group. They were all copper bells in the realm of strength.

She said:

"Okay, you all go down and rest first. Chu Yaowu stays."

The bronze bells performed the ceremony and filed out one after another.

Chu Yaowu stepped forward and asked respectfully:
"Big sister, who are you calling me to come over?"

Luo Shuangyu said calmly:

"There may be something wrong with this village. You and I will sleep in the same room at night, and you can sleep on the floor."

"Ah?" Chu Yaowu was slightly stunned: "This is not good. I have a wife."

"Because of your wife."

Luo Shuangyu said calmly:

"Senior Hua asked me to take good care of you, so I naturally cannot let anything happen to you. Even if Senior Hua's relationship didn't exist, the demon tribe has already set their sights on you."

Chu Yaowu nodded silently:
"Yes, I'll go move the luggage here and ask the store to give me an extra set of bedding."

Luo Shuangyu nodded lightly and watched Chu Yaowu walk out of the door. Then she sighed softly and stretched.

The black dress on her body swayed, revealing the golden bell around her waist.

"Ok?"

She moved her ears slightly and heard the movement in the next room - it was the old man who was picked up in the desert, who woke up.

"wrong."

Luo Shuangyu's expression suddenly became serious. He suddenly pressed his hand on the sword at his waist, his eyes sharp and slightly horrified.

The house next door.
There are two people, two auras, not just the old man in the desert!
(End of this chapter)