Gou Zai Qingluo Cave Heaven Cultivation

Zhou Baoqing did have ideas in mind about ways to make money.

The simplest example is "copying".

Having read so many cultivation and fantasy novels in my past life, it seems like a risk-free and highly profitable business to pick out a few masterpieces and sell them.

But upon closer examination, the idea was abandoned.

Firstly, these things have always been regarded as "floods and beasts" by the clan school teachers. Zhou Changping has had countless stories collected, and if he writes them himself, wouldn't that be like pulling hairs off the teacher's backside?

Secondly, the cultivation world is full of hidden talents. If one accidentally touches on the taboos of certain high-level experts in a novel's cultivation techniques or secret realms, wouldn't that bring trouble upon oneself?

He possesses the Qingluo Cave Heaven, and will not lack resources in the future; maintaining stability and keeping a low profile is the right path.

The most suitable option is still farming and fish farming, which provides stable production and a comfortable and carefree life.

Getting that first pot of gold is really difficult.

If all else fails, we'll just have to make things difficult for Zhou Xiaopang.

As I was pondering this, a shadow fell upon me.

Turning my head, I saw a delicate and graceful girl standing next to me.

She has a small face, a pointed chin, and a pair of round, almond-shaped eyes that are bright and sparkling.

When she saw Zhou Baoqing looking over, she shrank her shoulders slightly and clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands, like a frightened little rabbit.

The girl named Liu Xiaorui was also Zhou Baoqing's classmate. She was usually quiet and unassuming, and compared to her "little tyrant" self, she was practically invisible.

However, Liu Xiaorui's family was well-off; they had leased more than ten acres of high-quality paddy fields to grow spirit rice.

She bit her lower lip, as if gathering immense courage, and quickly stepped forward, her small hand reaching out from her sleeve to place an oil paper package into Zhou Baoqing's hand.

"This, this is for you..."

She was as thin as a mosquito, and two red clouds instantly rose to her fair cheeks, even her earlobes turned bright red.

"For me?"

Zhou Baoqing was taken aback.

Only then did he belatedly realize that when he was slacking off in the bamboo grove behind the school, he had just happened to witness several people bullying Liu Xiaorui.

Back then, "Little Devil Zhou" had a bad temper. He disliked those guys for being noisy and disturbing his sleep, so he picked up a stone and chased them away.

I didn't expect Liu Xiaorui to still remember.

Just as Zhou Baoqing was about to speak, the girl's face turned redder and redder, as if steam was rising from her head. She dropped her things, turned around and ran away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Am I that scary?

Zhou Baoqing was both amused and exasperated.

"Yo yo yo!"

Zhou Changping leaned closer, winking and grinning mischievously, "She definitely likes you!"

"Don't spread rumors."

With his reputation as a "troublemaker," how could any girl possibly like him? It was just a gesture of thanks.

Zhou Baoqing shook his head, opened the oil paper package, and inside lay two golden-yellow spirit rice cakes.

After thinking for a moment, he reluctantly broke off half of the piece and gave it to Zhou Changping, then took a bite of the remaining half.

"Click".

Crunchy, with a crispy rice crust flavor, rich rice aroma, and full of flavor.

He ate with relish, his eyes squinting.

Suddenly I realized that I used to do good deeds occasionally?

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The afternoon is the meditation class for the Chengdao class, which is a practice class for "purifying the mind".

After his lunch break, Zhou Baoqing and Zhou Changping went to the "Jingsi Pavilion" located in the back of Qingjin Hall.

Here, a winding path leads to a secluded spot, where a grove of purple-spotted bamboo grows, rustling in the wind.

The hall was paved with smooth blue bricks, and about twenty futons were neatly arranged on the ground, exuding the fresh scent of dried grass.

At this moment, more than half of the prayer cushions had already been occupied.

These positions may seem random, but if you look closely, you'll find that the front row is mostly occupied by students who are either talented or from well-off families.

The former "Little Tyrant Zhou" was also a regular in the front row. He didn't practice cultivation, but instead took a few cushions and lined them up to sleep after the teacher left.

Zhou Baoqing would never do something that would attract hatred.

I randomly found a corner at the back.

Zhou Baoqing did not sit down immediately.

I recalled the opening statement about "purifying the mind" from the "Tai Xi Pian" (Treatise on Fetal Breathing).

Practice fetal breathing to achieve a state of tranquility and nourish the spirit.

To purify the mind, one must use prayer rituals to appreciate the natural order of heaven and earth, and with a sincere and calm heart, cleanse the soul.

The first step is to set up a "temple".

It sounds sophisticated, but it's really just about tidying up the odds and ends around the edge of the prayer mat.

He bent down and used a bamboo broom to sweep away the fallen leaves and withered branches around the prayer mat. He then took out a water bag and sprinkled some water on the blue bricks to suppress the dust.

Then he washed his hands three times with water without roots.

The first washing of the fingers corresponds to the external realm, the second washing of the palms corresponds to the internal realm, and the third washing of the wrists corresponds to the Shenmen acupoint, which is connected to the heart.

Three objects are placed in front of the meditation cushion.

A lamp lit with fish oil or plant oil, a burner of sandalwood incense, and a bowl of water without roots.

When these three elements are combined, the state of "clarity, tranquility, and purity" is achieved; none of them can be omitted.

Those who are poor can use pine soot, mugwort, or spring water as substitutes.

Zhou Baoqing had stopped practicing at home because the price of agarwood was not low, and he wanted to learn about it for free at the clan school.

After setting up the altar, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, faced east, and bowed deeply with sincere devotion.

Reverence for Heaven.

The teacher taught this set of movements in the very first lesson of enlightenment, but most of the mischievous kids in the school found it too tedious and could only do a few gestures; almost no one could complete the whole set.

After doing all this, Zhou Baoqing sat cross-legged on his prayer mat, formed a basic mudra with his hands, and placed them on his lower abdomen.

In the past, what he feared most was this meditation class.

Children are naturally active and can't sit still. Their minds are full of thoughts of catching shrimp and fish. Often, before the incense has even burned halfway, they are already swaying left and right.

Today he did everything meticulously, his mind was as calm as still water, and he was muttering to himself.

"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, in the beginning of the embryonic breathing. I was born of my parents, and my breath was inherited from Heaven and Earth. Now I gather here to cleanse my body. May my heart be free from dust, and my spirit never depart from it. With one thought clear and pure, all laws will naturally be understood. I respectfully inform the mountains and rivers, and I respectfully inform the sun and moon."

This is the tribal tradition of "self-prayer," in which one makes a vow to oneself in the name of heaven and earth, which is completely different from "other-prayer" that seeks blessings from the gods.

While chanting, breathe deeply.

He quickly realized the benefits of the previous ritual.

In the past, this first breath was always a little murky, and it would even make people want to cough.

But today, because he had swept away the dust and cleansed his body and mind beforehand, the air he inhaled felt exceptionally pure.

More importantly, it's the state of the soul.

The ritual of purifying the mind is precisely for the purpose of eliminating distracting thoughts.

With this clear and lucid state of mind, he didn't need to deliberately distract himself to suppress his surging thoughts; his mind naturally sank into his meridians.

"One inhale the elixir, one exhale and it returns to its root."

The pure energy flowed smoothly through the meridians, completing a full cycle, and then transformed into a warm sensation that settled into the dantian.

At the same time, along with his exhalation, a very faint wisp of turbid air was expelled through his pores and mouth and nose.

"When the mind is calm, the energy is concentrated, and the spirit is at peace."

Immersed in meditation, he circulated his energy again and again, his breath flowing smoothly and deeply.

However, his unusual behavior caught the attention of the other people in the courtyard.