From the Carp that Brings Children to the Celestial Officials

Chapter 180 The Hand of Dharma
"Viewed from the side, it's a range; viewed from the front, it's a peak. The view varies depending on distance, height, and distance. The true face of the primordial spirit remains unknown, simply because one is within the mountain itself."

This poem, "Written on Yuanling Mountain," became far more popular than You Ming had imagined.

These four lines of poetry, without any fancy words or elaborate phrases, quickly spread throughout Tai'an Prefecture. Because of their simple wording, even young children could recite them fluently after reading them a few times.

The poem is short, but its meaning is profound.

He was especially highly praised among scholars.

The talented scholar Yan Yuanbai personally endorsed the poem, saying it pioneered a new trend of "incorporating reason into poetry."

Since ancient times, poets have emphasized the beauty of sound and emotion. These four lines are simple and clear, with the reasoning implied in the words and the words not hindering the reasoning. Yet, they have opened up a new trend in quatrains.

In the eyes of some cultivators, this poem contains profound meaning in subtle terms.

The path of cultivation inherently involves "the delusion of losing oneself and the burden of the physical body." These four lines of poetry reveal the root of delusions and the essence of doubt, revealing the most fundamental predicament of cultivators.

The person who could write this poem must have possessed an extremely high level of moral character.

In an instant, the name Yuanling Mountain came into everyone's view.

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"Mountains are the spiritual veins of the earth; names are the gathering of the masses. Today, my Yuanling Mountain is famous throughout the world, known to children and children alike, praised by scholars, and attracting pilgrims... All the gods and minor officials of my mountain should know that this status is not permanent, and should not merely seek empty fame while forgetting their duties..."

You Ming sat in the temple of the underworld, while Wu Mo, Chuang Po, Cang Zhao'er and other minor gods stood in front of him, listening to his instructions.

The manuscript was written by Wu Mo, and You Ming read it aloud with a swaying head, making everyone drowsy.

After all, it's really difficult to expect a bunch of minor gods who can't even read properly, apart from Wu Mo, to understand what this is saying.

But don't worry, Wu Mo will explain it to everyone in detail later and convey the spirit of the message.

In fact, what You Ming wanted to say was very simple: to do a good job in receiving guests, to turn enthusiasm into engagement, and to transform attention into tangible benefits; otherwise, it might have the opposite effect.

"That's settled, can we end it now?"

You Ming read the entire text aloud, following the script. Fortunately, his memory was strong enough; otherwise, reciting such a long passage in classical Chinese without a script would have been quite a challenge.

"All right."

Wu Mo nodded, then reached out and pressed his hand on a completely transparent jade ball beside him. A ball of light receded, and within it seemed to be the reflection of a small human figure.

This is the "Photo Capture Pearl," which can be used to record important events.

For example, Yuanling Mountain is now famous and its incense offerings have increased greatly. Even the Heavenly Department of Fertility knows about this, so it issued a document asking You Ming to take some photos when he has time, which can be used as a basis for evaluation later.

"That's good. Everyone, go do what you need to do."

"I have only one request, which is to ensure the safety of tourists and pilgrims going up the mountain. If we don't have enough manpower, we'll recruit more local slaves."

You Ming saw that the image-recording bead had been turned off, and he relaxed completely.

"Yes."

Wu Mo nodded and responded loudly, and then the group quickly left the temple.

Then You Ming swayed and was about to enter the cold pool to continue his cultivation.

Although Yuanling Mountain has become much more famous recently.

However, this did not have a significant impact on You Ming's life. He still spent most of his time cultivating, gradually constructing his Dharma body using the blocky world of the [Mirage].

Over the past few days, he has assembled one hand. A faint mist hangs around Youming, and a hand that looks like it's made up of building blocks floats in the air.

The five fingers are distinct, and the whole is made up of three-dimensional stacked segments of distinct finger joints. Runes, lines, and light marks appear on the surface of each segment of the building block. Some are dull and quiet, while others light up from time to time, flashing like breathing.

There are no muscle lines in the palm, but a spiral groove. The modules seem loose, but they fit together perfectly, with no gaps but still leaving room for change.

"Kaka."

When still, it appears as if it were a creation of nature; when in motion, it is incredibly agile. Every finger movement, grasp, and rotation is like operating a certain modular array.

Although he only constructed one hand, this hand was indeed a Dharma-image hand.

The palm hovered in front of You Ming, as if it possessed a unique vitality.

This sense of ease and closeness also made You Ming realize that he was on the right path.

Don't underestimate this small hand; it's the result of You Ming's daily practice of activating thirty times the time flow and amplifying his comprehension within the Mirage.

It involves various disciplines of immortality, such as formations, runes, puppetry, and weapon crafting.

Over the past eight years, You Ming has put in a lot of hard work to make his "Minecraft" more realistic. He has visited the "Collection Office" in Changning County countless times.

This only made the registrar of the Archives Department beam with joy.

Although he didn't know why You Ming stopped learning the Heavenly Book and Insect Script from him, as long as You Ming still loved reading, he would have business to do.

He went to great lengths to retain You Ming as a major client. Later on, when the collection department ran out of books, he used his own channels to obtain a batch of handwritten copies and sold them to You Ming at a high price.

Given You Ming's current status, even though he knew he was definitely being ripped off, he couldn't be bothered to argue about such a small amount.

This, in turn, made the old man even more enthusiastic.

As soon as You Ming had a thought, his palm slowly opened, and the palm floating in the void also slowly opened at the same time.

"Om."

Several central components quickly connect, and multiple semi-transparent spiritual bone rings rise from the wrist bone position. Each ring automatically meshes as it rotates, releasing internal sliding gears, and interlocks layer by layer.

As the knuckle structure unfolds, the originally independent modules, like thousands of rivets arranged by an invisible force, each find its own position, the finger bones pop out in an interlocking motion, and the outer shell armor slides into the track slot from bottom to top, emitting an extremely subtle yet rhythmic metallic clicking sound.

Gradually, my palm began to swell.

Of course, this scene was only in You Ming's eyes. His thinking was now accelerated, and everything seemed to be in slow motion.

But to outsiders, this hand instantly transformed into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky, floating among the clouds!

The palm was neither real nor illusory, with starlight swirling around the five fingers, as if the heavens and earth were about to be obscured, and the surrounding void was plunged into darkness in an instant.

The five fingers are like pillars of heaven, and the palm is transformed into Dao patterns. With one palm, it is as if the sky is in one's grasp, with galaxies rotating within, like the endless evolution of the Dao.

However, in just a moment, the large hand quickly contracted and transformed back into a block structure.

You Ming's face was slightly pale, and all the magic power in his body had been drained.

After all, he had not yet begun to construct the energy core of the Dharma Form, and with only the power of the Yin God level, it was difficult to even drive this palm.

But it was also enough to become his trump card. He was confident that even if this palm could only be used once, it would be enough to suppress any Yin God cultivator.

(End of this chapter)