Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 71 I told you there’s an opportunity in the back mountain!

A world of one's own.

Wudang Mountain.

Taoist Master Yunlong started practicing boxing as soon as he got up in the morning, while Senior Brother Wang Ye still looked listless and found a place to sleep.

In the past two days, the hero Mo Yu has comprehended some of the Tai Chi power, which was called the general outline of martial arts by the war madman. It cannot be said that he has no understanding at all, but it is just some inspirational ideas that are applied to other situations.

It's like scraping off some dandruff from a fruit. It's no exaggeration to say that you haven't learned anything from it.

On the contrary, some I Ching books on divination found in the library benefited Mo Yu a lot and gave him more ideas about the sea of ​​consciousness he had opened up.

The five arts of Taoism: mountain, medicine, fortune-telling, divination, and physiognomy!

Mo Yu, one of the heroes who wanted to achieve immortality, would not let go of any of them if he had the chance, even though his talent as a sorcerer was far inferior to that in internal strength.

But as long as it involves the path to immortality, the heroes Mo Yu are willing to climb this mountain that seems to have no end.

"The Emperor emerges from Zhen, unites with Xun, meets in Li, serves in Kun, speaks in Dui, fights in Qian, labors in Kan, and completes his words in Gen."

The Taoist priest was holding a scroll of scriptures, reciting the contents in a low voice as he walked, trying to comprehend the inner meaning of the scriptures.

In order not to be disturbed by the outside world, Mo Yu subconsciously avoided all figures within his perception range while walking.

Perhaps it was the influence of his recent experience of seclusion in the back mountains, or perhaps there was a mysterious force pulling him along.

The figure of the hero Mo Yu gradually went deeper into the dense forest at the back of Wudang Mountain. The meridian circulation adjusted according to this body had been completed in these two days.

Although the internal energy in this body is pitifully small due to the length of time spent practicing, it is still enough for the hero Mo Yu to ignore the dangers of mountains, forests and swamps.

Wang Ye, who was immersed in the inner scene, suddenly felt a whim.

"Strange, I always feel like something is about to happen."

Wang Ye muttered to himself, and pieces of information were already engraved on the Qimen Bureau that materialized around him.

If an ordinary sorcerer tried to calculate anything else at this moment, this round of numbers would be ruined.

But Wang Ye just casually hid it, and then superimposed a new layer on it like stacking layers.

He asked Neijing about the reason for his sudden inspiration, and was completely stunned - a huge fireball as big as a star was suspended in the center of the Qimen formation!

"No, what on earth just happened? It's ten times more complicated than this Luotian Grand Ceremony?!"

Wang Ye was completely numb.

He would spend several days calculating a Luotian Grand Ceremony, and even overexerted himself and injured himself, causing mental exhaustion.

Now that this thing is ten times bigger, he will have to plan for a long time to get it!
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I silently deleted the newly created layer, pretending that nothing had happened and that I hadn't come here today on a whim.

Wang Ye returned to the Qimen game that he had already calculated most of.

The huge fireball at the center of this strange formation became more and more illusory as he deduced, and he could even vaguely glimpse some information from it.

However, Wang Ye's mind was still unable to stop thinking about the huge fireball that looked like a star. He muttered to himself: "Related to me? What happened?"

In the back mountain, the hero Mo Yu looked down at the scriptures in his hand, walked across the bumpy mountain road as if it were flat ground, and passed through one bush after another.

When blocked by tree branches, the conscious mind protected the master and transformed golden light to push them away.

When he encountered a deep pit on the road, the golden light turned into substance and laid a cushion under his feet.

Mo Yu, the hero, focused all his attention on the scripture in his hand, and was completely unaware that the scenery around him, which should have been fixed, was constantly changing position as he walked.

The index finger turned the last page of the scripture, and the whole scripture was finished!
Mo Yu, one of the heroes, stopped in front of a cave. His brain gradually recovered from the knowledge in the scriptures, and he looked at the surrounding environment in confusion.

"Uh, where have I been?" Mo Yu, the hero of the group, rubbed his sore forehead. The I Ching and divination were still a little difficult for him, but it was not so difficult that he couldn't understand it.

Gua means hanging images!
If we exclude the process of deduction and only look at the essence of the hexagram, it is nothing more than abstracting things that exist in reality into a picture and a few paragraphs of text, and recording them in a book.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, had a vague feeling that if he wanted to advance his sea of ​​consciousness further, he would probably have to rely on the I Ching divination.

Emperor Xi created the world with one stroke of the brush!
The hexagrams in the Book of Changes represent the understanding of the world by the sages of all ages. If one can fully understand the realities behind each hexagram,
"Perhaps, my sea of ​​consciousness can become a world of its own."

"I transformed my spirit into a tyrant, and my knowledge into a minister. Now that the ruler and minister are here, how can there not be a world for them to rule?"

The hero Mo Yu stood with his hands behind his back, holding the scroll. His eyes were confused and he fell into deep thought again. His feet moved unconsciously.

Just walked into the cave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an old Taoist priest with white hair sitting in meditation, but he didn't pay much attention.

Taoists are like this. They just find a place to sit quietly. They don’t need to greet others if they see them. Everyone can understand their own Tao.

"Qian is firm, Kun is soft, Bi is joyful, Shi is worried. The meaning of Lin and Guan is clear."

Mo Yu, the hero of the group, recalled the hexagrams recorded in his memory. He felt something in his heart and opened the scripture in his hand to compare it with his memory. In his eyes, thousands of pieces of information seemed to be interwoven into a picture.

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Feeling the fluctuations of Shuqimen, the old Taoist who had been silent for who knows how long, opened his tightly closed eyes a little.

What caught his eye was the familiar navy blue Wudang Taoist robe. Although he had never seen the young man in front of him, he saw some shadows of the "big monkey" in this kid.

Perhaps the old Taoist's movements were too slight, or perhaps Mo Yu's attention was too focused, so he did not notice the movements of the people next to him.

"Strange, did this picture originally look like this?"

Mo Yu frowned slightly, muttered something in a low voice, and stared at the pattern on the scripture that was completely different from what he remembered.

He looked carefully and found that the originally static pattern began to flow slowly, and countless tiny words were crawling on the paper like ants.

This round of Qi Men Dun Jia was actually peeled off one by one in his eyes!
One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen. Layer by layer, it eventually evolves into four thousand three hundred and twenty rounds of Qimen!

A huge amount of information poured into his mind like a tide. Mo Yu felt his brain buzzing and immediately sat down cross-legged.

He casually threw the scripture in his hand aside, and his consciousness quickly sank into the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

"Failed?"

On the other side of the cave, an old Taoist named Hong Yin quietly looked at the young Taoist who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and seemed to be in silence. A trace of disappointment flashed in his turbid eyes.

However, the old Taoist did not notice that in a place that his naked eyes could not see, in the sea of ​​consciousness of the hero Mo Yu.

The tyrant's spirit, dressed in imperial robes, stood with his sword drawn!

Before my eyes, 4,320 games of Qimen were intertwined together in a mess, like a tangled mess.

The tyrant's soul had a clear gaze, and with a cold snort, he swung the sword in his hand suddenly. The sword light was like a rainbow, instantly splitting the chaotic Qimen situation into two, clearly distinguishing yin and yang.

Fortunately, the hero Mo Yu got some inspiration and ideas from the Tai Chi manual, which came in handy at the right time.

The civil and military officials, who were educated by hundreds of schools of thought, were divided into two groups at this moment, and each began to deduce and organize the 2,160 games of Qi Men Dun Jia.

Time seems to have no meaning in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Under the supervision of the tyrant's spirit, the civil and military officials, divided into two teams, worked tirelessly to deduce and organize the information.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally finished organizing the 4,320 games of Qimen.

These strange gates are arranged around the Heavenly Palace, with one thousand and eighty of them arranged neatly, hanging in the air like innate Taoist patterns, and emitting mysterious light like stars in the four directions.

(End of this chapter)