Chapter Thirty: The Singer Arrives
"Take off your clothes and go!"
The wooden stick in Wu Zhu's hand heavily struck Fan Xian's head, producing a loud "thud".
At this moment, the true energy was rushing from Fan Xian's Yintang to his Muzhong, and vaguely, he seemed to see a bright light in his divine consciousness. Especially at the top of his head, it transformed into seven colors, but it was slightly sticky and unclear. A feeling of annoyance spread from the blocked place, making Fan Xian feel extremely anxious and depressed. He could only tilt his head towards the sky, hoping to get some relief.
At this moment, the true energy of the forehead was blocked and accumulated, and he was beaten with a bamboo stick by Wu Zhu.
The stick struck his flesh, but it was as if it had struck the depths of his soul, causing a sudden explosion in his mind, like a bolt of lightning splitting open the dark clouds above his head, and a flood of radiant sunlight poured down.
"Take off your clothes and go!"
This sentence is from the "Su Yu Lu" - one of the Five Classics of Qing Dynasty. According to legend, one of the four great masters of the Northern Qi State, the National Master Kuhai's great-grandfather, Genchen, had once received a divine revelation and attained enlightenment, saying that the human body is just like a worn-out shirt, only by shedding it can one attain the Great Way.
In the books that Fan Xian had read in his past life, Buddhism also had a saying about the stick and shout method. Qingyuan Zen Master once said: "Wearing a monk's robe is like taking it off, only then can one understand the stick and shout to fool the foolish."
So in his confusion and suffering, Fan Xian suddenly understood the meaning of Wu Zhu's words. With the opening of the top channel, the sky light poured down, his mind cleared up, his spirit returned to its original state, and he regarded all the pain in his body as a gift from heaven and others, having nothing to do with himself.
Let go of all attachments in life, let go of all physical sensations, and it just happens to match the mood of the ending of this tyrannical volume.
The tyrannical aura of the heavens and earth cannot be contained within a single person's body, so one must abandon their own body and merge with this aura of the heavens and earth, becoming a part of nature, in order to harness such an unruly and unyielding true energy.
The true energy in Fan Xian's body gradually subsided, the major acupoint on his head had been opened, and a smooth and majestic flow of true energy flowed from there, then along the heavenly pillar behind his back, directly entering the Snow Mountain.
And wonderfully, the Snow Mountain inside had always been as calm as a sea, but today some small changes occurred, and it began to seep out some true energy to supplement his dantian.
Thus, the true energy circulation in his body finally became unobstructed, forming a perfect cycle of flow and return, subtly resonating with the external environment.
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It was a long time before Fan Xian came to, and he found that he had already soiled himself. The smell was foul and pungent. He looked at Wu Zhi, who still wore an expressionless face, and forced out a weak smile. "Thanks, Uncle," he said with a bitter laugh. "But... you really hit me hard."
At this time, although his body felt weak, his spirit was very vigorous. He closed his eyes and took a look at the situation inside his body, familiarized himself with the latest trend of the flow of true energy, and felt that the originally violent true energy, although still strong, had obviously reduced a lot of dryness, and flowed more smoothly and freely.
Fan Xian let out a sigh, never expecting that he could finally cultivate the true energy he had only seen in martial arts novels in his past life. A flavor that couldn't be described filled his mind, and subconsciously, his right hand slapped down beside him.
A dull thud sounded, as if a piece of rotten cloth had been torn apart by a red-hot iron wire.
On the ground, a shallow palm print appeared, with very smooth edges!
Fan Xian raised his right hand, looked at it, and then lowered his head to look at the palm print on the stone surface. He compared the size of his hand with the print, confirming that it was indeed his own casual slap. After staring blankly for a long time, he finally came back to himself and sighed: "It's really amazing."
"Your true energy is overflowing, it will be fine soon." Wu Zhu said beside him.
"Uncle, didn't you say before that you've never practiced internal energy yourself, so you don't know how to teach me?"
"I've seen others practice, so I know what to do today."
"It turns out that having never eaten pork, you've at least seen pigs run."
Fan Xian suddenly felt a bit self-deprecating, smiled slightly and continued: "That pass just now was really dangerous, if it wasn't for that one stick, I'm afraid I would have become a vegetable again."
"What is a vegetable?" Wu Zhu asked calmly.
Fan Xian raised his head and gazed at the sky, his mind wandering afar, ignoring everything around him.
He immediately thought, it turned out that Blind Five was also an empiricist, then... what if the stick just now didn't knock himself awake but knocked himself dizzy, and the violent true energy inside his body went haywire, turning his internal organs into a mess of muddy water...
He shuddered, shook off the incredibly terrifying association, and looked at the vast ocean in front of him, his heart suddenly feeling refreshed. Now that he had initially mastered the technique, he was secretly excited, and finally escaped from the gloomy mood caused by the assassin event a few days ago.
These days, Fan Xian has not figured out why the assassin actually used poison. Fei Jie taught him the skills of identifying and detoxifying poisons, but did he really anticipate that there would be such a day? That's too far-sighted. And also, that second wife is too bold, even if she has the backing of some high-ranking family in Kyoto, using poison means that she doesn't care about the life of the old lady - that old lady is the emperor's wet nurse.
The father in Kyoto, didn't he notice anything about this matter at all?
As he pondered his problem, a song came drifting up from the foot of the distant mountain.
This cliff is adjacent to the sea, far from Danzhou, and behind the cliff are all desolate lands. The front of the cliff is lined with reefs, making it impossible for fishing boats to approach, so it's very quiet. It was precisely because of this reason that Wu Zhu chose to teach Fan Xian his killing techniques here. Today, he suddenly heard a singing voice, and couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Although he was nervous, he didn't lose his composure and carefully lay on the cliff face, separated by a rock, looking towards where the singing voice came from.
The boat is sailing through the black reefs, which are sometimes hidden and sometimes visible in the white foam. The small boat is swaying gently, looking as if it might crash into the reefs at any moment and shatter into pieces.
But the small boat was sailing freely and effortlessly.
On the boat sat a man, wearing a conical hat, and the singing voice was coming from his mouth: "The waves bloom only for a moment, but compared to the thousand-year-old stone, there is no great difference, and the flowing clouds are also like this."
The singing voice is soft and gentle, but it clearly conveys above the cliff amidst the roaring waves.
Fan Xian heard the song and thought of his previous life, Matsudaira Sadamasa's famous phrase: "The morning light only lasts for a moment, but it is no different from the pine that has been there for thousands of years." He felt that the people on this boat were carefree, yet mysterious and profound.
Just as he was thinking, he heard Wu Zhu's cold voice: "Hide well."
Fan Xian subconsciously hid his body behind the rock, sensing a black shadow flashing by, and then looked in extreme horror as Wu Zhuo jumped directly off the cliff dozens of feet high!
