novelapdf Chapter 508 Talismans
Chapter 508 Talismans
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The mourning hall was extremely quiet, with only the sound of burning paper money.
But there was another voice in Feng Quanxing's ear.
It flows like a spring, like rain, as if the blood in one's body is surging and circulating.
【Ji Shui】flows continuously, eventually settling in one place, opening up the dantian.
Perhaps that person had other words to describe it, but in Feng Quanxing's mind, this is where the "Dantian Qi Sea" is located!
For some reason, he felt that this was the right name for him.
"Practicing martial arts without internal cultivation is ultimately futile... Fortune, indeed fortune!" Feng Quanxing clenched his fist secretly, recalling every word that person had spoken: "Qingzhuo, Mochi... Thank you! Thank you for the fortune you bestowed upon me. I will remember every word, greedily savor the essence of Jishui... Finally, I will kill you!"
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he looked up to see many martial arts masters entering the mourning hall.
The person in the lead looked somewhat familiar.
"Liang Yongyi, it seems you've joined the Baiyun Martial Arts School!" A junior disciple stood up and shouted, "Our master's body is barely cold, and you've already committed this heinous act! What are you planning to do before our master's spirit tablet?"
"Hmph." Liang Yongyi snorted coldly, "My relationship with Old Man Bai was just a normal student-teacher relationship. I paid, he taught me. You and I both know that Old Man Bai passed on all his skills to his eight closed-door disciples... But Baiyun Martial Arts School is different. Master Bai truly knows how to teach his disciples. We've come here today, firstly to pay our respects, and secondly to compete for fame!"
"Very well, you surnamed Liang, and Master Baiyun... it seems today you're either going to kill me, or I'll kill you!"
Feng Quanxing stood up, a flash of emerald green light appearing in his pupils.
The torment he had endured over the past few days had left him looking haggard and somewhat emaciated.
But for some reason, the glint in his eyes became increasingly terrifying.
Upon seeing this, the White Cloud Pavilion Master couldn't help but take a half step back: This old lion's cub still has some frightening claws and teeth...
"Master," Liang Yongyi stepped forward and lowered his voice, "I have already inquired and learned that the martial arts school master and his disciple who went there that day are both bedridden, as are Guan Xuanzi and Liu Guidao..."
"Hmph." Master Baiyun snorted coldly and stepped forward.
Those senior and junior brothers of Feng Quanxing who tried to stop him were all bounced away like balls: "Please!"
"Please!" Feng Quanxing clasped his hands in a fist salute, his aura suddenly changing. He moved with the speed and agility of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, as if shrinking the distance between them, and arrived in front of the White Cloud Pavilion Master.
He opened his right hand, and even the air seemed to explode.
With this nickname, the White-Headed Lion naturally focused on Xingyi Quanyi martial arts. Among his disciples, Li Heihu was skilled in the Tiger Form, while Feng Quanxing's "Dragon Form Bone Search" had defeated countless masters.
The White Cloud Pavilion Master flipped one hand up and unleashed a three-inch burst of energy, immediately sensing something was wrong.
A figure flashed before his eyes, and Feng Quanxing's seemingly honest face had vanished.
Instead, I felt a gust of wind at the back of my head!
Liang Yongyi, standing nearby, saw it even more clearly. Feng Quanxing appeared to be using the Dragon Form Fist, but just before the two were about to make contact, he turned his feet, switching from the Dragon Form to the Tiger Form. His body moved like the wind, and he appeared behind the White Cloud Pavilion Master. His right foot vanished in an instant.
"Ah!" Master Baiyun screamed as he was kicked away, clutching his lower back with his right hand, his face pale, as if he was about to urinate blood at any moment.
In a battle between masters, victory or defeat can be decided in an instant.
At this moment, the difference in skill was immediately apparent!
"Indeed, after adapting to that Jishui True Qi, the Tiger Form suits me better, or rather, it's a variant of the Tiger Form—the Leopard Form!"
Feng Quanxing didn't look at Baiyun Pavilion Master again. With that kick, the other party's internal organs were severely injured, and he was already dead.
He glanced at Liang Yongyi and the other disciples of Baiyun Martial Arts School, a sinister smile creeping across his face...
Inside the quiet room of Changchun Temple.
Guan Xuanzi, the old Taoist priest, was radiant and full of energy, showing no signs of being bedridden.
He fasted and bathed for three days before changing into a clean Taoist robe. He then respectfully kowtowed before the statue of the deity enshrined in the temple: "Disciple Guan Xuan humbly beseeches the Ancestral Master for protection, and the Great God of Destiny for mercy, to bless this success..."
In fact, as early as when he was still a Taoist novice, after performing several rituals with his master, Guan Xuanzi knew that the so-called gods, talismans, altars, exorcisms... were all lies!
Master Bai's success is due to his exceptional martial arts skills and his silver tongue!
However, he still meticulously inherited these rituals, using them to calm his mind and strengthen his inner faith.
After all, whether it's cultivating Taoism or practicing martial arts, one needs a breath of air and a thought of purpose.
In fact, in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were Grandmasters of Spirit Refinement who discovered that there was no way forward in martial arts, and this was the case everywhere. They eventually went mad, became extreme, and even committed suicide because of it...
After finishing his prayer, Seki Genko went to a wooden table.
The table was simply furnished with only a plate of cinnabar, a writing brush, and a stack of bright yellow talisman paper, all meticulously cut.
He made a hand seal with one hand, first reciting the purification mantra, then the purification mantra, and finally the purification mantra for heaven and earth.
Once his mind was at peace, he picked up a brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and began to draw a golden talisman with flowing strokes!
The design of this talisman comes from a book in the temple called "The Complete Secret of the Three Mountains Talismans and Divine Incantations," which was passed down by his master. However, Yin Xuanzi tried it and found it had no effect whatsoever.
He still relies on a few tricks of charlatanry and his good kung fu to spread his teachings, but after what happened before, he can't help but have some thoughts: Perhaps... I am ignorant and ignorant. Our ancestors passed down the real knowledge, but the unworthy descendants have lost it.
Before long, a golden talisman was completed, with the head, body, core, and base all drawn in one go, making it perfectly flawless.
In the outside world, unless believers donate a substantial sum of money for incense offerings, Seki Genji wouldn't even bother to contribute.
But at this moment, he only glanced at it before tossing it aside. "Could it be... really not going to work?"
Guan Xuanzi sighed. He was one of the first to accept the true Qi of Ji Shui in his body and knew a lot about medicine. Unlike Feng Quanxing, who let things go, he learned to restrain himself and even actively challenged his acupoints.
At this point, the Foot Shaoyang Kidney Meridian had been located, and three acupoints, including Gequan, had been opened.
Although his true qi is still very weak, he can do many things now.
At this moment, he stared at the "Complete Secrets of the Three Mountains Talismans and Divine Incantations" for a long time, then suddenly hardened his heart and tore the book of talismans to shreds.
"It is better to have no books than to believe everything in them. Let's try again." This time, Guan Xuanzi mobilized the wisp of true qi in his dantian and placed it at the tip of his brush. He then let it flow freely, allowing the brush in his hand to scribble on the bright yellow talisman paper.
He simply went to feel the water of heaven and earth, and the tip of his pen seemed to unconsciously chase after a few nodes where inspiration flowed.
Suddenly! A sense of danger washed over him. Guan Xuanzi's eyes widened as he saw a flash of emerald light on the talisman beneath his brush, which then spontaneously combusted without any wind...
"Haha...haha...this old Taoist has succeeded!" Although he had failed to draw the talisman again, Guan Xuanzi laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face. "Magic power! This must be magic power! Ancient myths, countless ancestral masters, it must be true!"
"The reason for the failure is the incompetence of later generations; not only did they fail to pass on the true skills, but even the scriptures were fake!"
"I must write a letter to the current Celestial Master, demanding to rectify the situation and revive the Daoist tradition!" For some reason, Guan Xuanzi suddenly thought of the figure that descended from the sky, and a shiver ran through him. He then shook his head: "This must be an immortal descending to earth to guide me..."
This is the same for any religion. When faced with such extraordinary figures, they either try to recruit them or, if they can't, they give them a title and shamelessly acknowledge them as "one of their own."
In Buddhism, for example, many demon kings eventually perished and became infamous...
St. John's University.
School gate.
Fang Qing carried her suitcase and walked out the door.
The gatekeeper seemed puzzled because he didn't recognize the young, handsome student. If there were such an outstanding person in the school, he should have seen him before. Perhaps he was from another university. After all, it was the holidays, and he was just visiting a friend. Since the student was out and about, not going in, the gatekeeper didn't say anything.
Fang Qing remained expressionless, raised his hand and hailed a rickshaw to take him to the steam train station.
He seemed to be scanning the surrounding street scenery, but through the metal element of [Ji Shui], he also saw several scenes.
"Liu Qi is used to being a dog and even slanders me. He deserves to be punished. If I still held the Golden Position, he would be finished. But this letter from Quanxing is not bad. Can resentment become a boost to strength? Then hate me as much as you want... Anyway, I don't care about the consequences..."
"As for that Taoist priest... among the martial artists present, he actually had the highest martial arts skills, approaching the realm of divine enlightenment. However, he was also the most eccentric, actually trying to package my Qi cultivation as magical power? This... is this considered returning to one's original nature?" Fang Qing was somewhat speechless.
After all, the essence of Qi Gong is the Dao of Qi cultivation, which is really the same as the cultivation of immortality. It can only be said that the old Daoist Min Xuan guessed right.
"I think this person also intends to pass on his skills..." His eyes were deep as he saw the letter written by Min Xuanzi.
"Water is ever-changing and naturally has its branches. I want to expand the influence of Qigong and cultivate spiritual atmosphere. I don't need to do it myself; I can let others do it. If I plant a seed today, I will reap a bountiful harvest tomorrow."
Fang Qing saw several seeds today and felt they all had great potential.
"Is it because of the martial arts of the Great Zhou Dynasty? Although the upper limit is low, in terms of skill, momentum, and body control, Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters have reached the extreme. Although it is like building a dojo in a snail shell, at least the foundation is well laid and solid. As long as they can come into contact with something that can evolve their life essence, they will immediately become unstoppable..."
"From this perspective, my Qi cultivation is quite well-suited, especially in terms of unlocking its limits."
"Perhaps a thousand years from now, I will be known as the Martial Ancestor?" A slight smile played on his lips, but as he thought of Min Xuanzi, he couldn't help but twitch slightly. "Of course, it could also be some kind of supreme, boundless, jade-pure immortal or something similar..."