Vol 7 Chapter 197: The trouble of practice lies in oneself

Xiang Bao was full of determination, vigorously and steadily returning home. He was almost different from yesterday. Fortunately, it was late at night. Otherwise, if someone acquainted him with him, he might think he had some adventure.
Close the door, Xiang Bao took out the "Sword of Immortals Granted the Stars", immersed in the spirit, and watched the "Ten Thousand Stars Picture".
A little bit of stars shined, rising and falling with bright light, drawing a mysterious and complex trajectory, forming a picture scroll like the reflection of the stars, deep and brilliant.
After just one glance, Xiang Bao was dizzy, his temples were bulging and his ears were humming, but after he had the previous epiphany, he did not retreat from the difficulties. Instead, he focused on his previous thoughts. On the most striking Beidou, carefully observe and remember the trajectory of these seven stars.
After a few breaths, Xiang Bao lay down on his back from sitting cross-legged, his face pale, his eyes blank, and his mind was almost exhausted. He felt tired and unable to move a finger. He was so dizzy that he wanted to hit the wall. He seemed to faint immediately. , But he still held on to himself, recalling the trajectories of the stars he had just observed, so as not to forget them.
Bright rays of light appeared in his memory, but he couldn't remember the twelfth of the observations he had just observed. When the memory was over, Xiang Bao finally couldn't hold it back and fainted.
By the time he woke up, it was just the sky, his head swelled, and he thought about it for a while, and found that the trajectories of the stars that he remembered had not been forgotten, and he jumped up happily and danced.
In a relaxed mood, Xiang Bao took the medicinal soup and began to exercise. With a fist, suddenly a rush of hot air was generated in the bone marrow, breaking through from the peak of the exercise to the nourishing period.
Good things happened again and again, Xiang Bao was really full of heart, and when the night was quiet, he began to try to visualize.
The idea of ​​Tiejianmen is to visualize a giant sword in the purple mansion, which transforms internal energy, exudes sharp golden aura, and nourishes the soul.
Xiang Bao finally visualized the giant sword, but suddenly realized that there was a hideous and disgusting black centipede, sitting on the giant sword, spreading its teeth and dancing claws, and in an instant let it retreat from the visualization.
"Could it be that the ghosts and gods invaded the soul?" Xiang Bao remembered the record on the exercises, and decided to go to the door to consult the elders tomorrow.
After a few days, Xiang Bao had mixed joys and sorrows. He was so happy that he relied on thinking about the Big Dipper, and finally practiced the trick of "Injecting the Big Dipper" in "Sword of the Immortal". What's worrying is that in the visualization, if there is peace of mind The thing of the incense stick, the black centipede will not appear, but if it does not, it will definitely come.
"The money at home is limited, and eating just to nourish the energy is a huge expense, and these calming things are not cheap. If according to Wang Shishu, you have to rely on these things until you can get out of your body, you can’t afford it unless Halve the time spent practicing swordsmanship and do those high-paying sect missions." Xiang Bao was walking on the street, trying to figure it out. As he walked, he suddenly found that he was walking near the Chenghuang Temple.
Xiang Bao immediately laughed at himself: "The senior Taoist master is a traveler, why would he stay here and ask for advice?" Although he thought so in his heart, Xiang Bao couldn't help but walked in, even if he took a look.
But as soon as he entered, Xiang Bao found that the young Taoist priest was sitting peacefully under the statue of the city god. Seeing him come in, he said humorously: "Little friend of the poor Taoist temple, your Yintang is dark again. It seems that you have encountered another disaster."
Xiang Bao scratched his head, his face flushed red, and he was embarrassed to say: "Dao Chang Mingjian, I have some difficulties in practice, I want to ask, I wonder?"
"Talk about it." Shi Xuan replied lightly.
Xiang Bao hurriedly told about the black centipede encountered in the visualization, and finally said: "I don't know where the ghosts and gods are, what can you do to get rid of it?"
"If you want to get rid of it, you must first find the foreign ghosts and gods. You take a charcoal stick in your hand. When visualizing, once the black centipede appears, immediately hit it with the charcoal stick, so that the charcoal stick in your hand will follow. Swipe it, hit it, and determine where it is." Old God Shi Xuan was in the tunnel.
Xiang Bao had never heard of such a method of finding ghosts and gods from the outside world. It was simply mysterious and mysterious, but there was the "Sword of the Stars Granted by the Immortal" before. He trusted the Taoist leader very much, and quickly took a stick and burned the rest. With the charcoal stick in your hand, adjust your mood and begin to visualize.
No surprise, the black centipede was still entrenched on the giant sword, and Xiang Bao visualized a charcoal strip as the Taoist commanded him, and struck it at it.
Just after the hit, the sky turned around and Xiang Bao retreated from the visualization.
He hurried to see what was hit by the charcoal strip in his hand, but what made him stunned was that the charcoal held in his right hand only made his left hand and clothes full of black marks, and there were no other foreign objects.
"Daoist?" Xiang Bao looked at Shi Xuan in confusion.
Shi Xuan smiled softly: "Don't you understand?"
Xiang Bao was at a loss. He lowered his head and looked at him again. Suddenly, his inspiration flashed: "That strange ghost is me?!"
Shi Xuan smiled silently.
Xiang Bao quickly visualized again, this time when the black ferocious centipede appeared, he thought it was himself, so he didn't panic or frightened, and continued to visualize.
Calmly, the black centipede gradually became docile, retreated from the giant sword, and then faded more and more until it disappeared completely.
After a while, Xiang Bao opened his eyes. From his point of view, the young Taoist priest in front of him was really omnipotent, and he said in his heart: "Could it be a master of the spirit, or a senior of the level of Grandmaster Jin Dan?"
He happily thanked him, Xiang Bao couldn’t find anything to repay the senior Taoist master, so he could only secretly make up his mind. From now on, he would set aside an hour every day to listen to the Taoist chief’s instructions and wait for him to solve the hidden danger of visualization. Xiang Baoxing returned to the sect happily, and ran into the uncle Wang who had previously pointed him.
Seeing Xiang Bao's happy appearance, he was really different from Tianyuan's dejected appearance just now. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "Xiang Bao, don't you worry about that centipede?"
This uncle Wang is young and elegant and easy-going. Many disciples ask him for advice. He is the most popular elder in the sect. Therefore, Xiang Bao only specially asked him before. Now I see him asking and he is also a half-old child. Being wary, he replied joyfully: "It has been resolved."
"How did you do it?" Uncle Wang was very surprised. Could it be that Xiang Bao had encountered some kind of expert, this kind of inexplicable visualization problem could not be solved by Xiaoyun Liucheng.
With a bright smile, Xiang Bao explained the process of consulting the senior Taoist master: "... The Taoist master's method is really mysterious, it is unexpected, but the effect is surprisingly good, let the nephew understand that the centipede is himself. Distracted by thoughts."
Uncle Wang frowned as he listened. He shook his head after hearing Xiang Bao's words: "Xiang Bao, you were deceived. You unconsciously waved the charcoal stick in your hand when you were visualizing. More than 80% may be touching. To yourself, but you can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and you have completely solved your major troubles."
Xiang Bao was dumb, thinking about the posture of holding the charcoal stick at that time, the more he thought about it, the more sure he was. Apart from throwing it forward, no matter how he did it, he would get the black mark on his body.
He couldn't believe it, and muttered to himself in frustration: "The Taoist commander turned out to be a lie...how could he be a lie!"
Uncle Wang looked at Xiang Bao's appearance, sighed, and secretly said in his heart: "It is a good thing for senior monks to meet a Taoist Youfang casually."
Xiang Bao walked to the Chenghuang Temple in despair, the image of the Taoist leader in his heart collapsed suddenly. He wanted to ask himself whether the leader's guidance was a trick from the beginning to the end, and he was deceiving himself.
Upon seeing this, Wang Shishu was afraid that he had just entered the qi and suffered the loss of the Taoist priest, so he quietly followed behind in order to help him at the critical moment.
When he arrived at the Chenghuang Temple, Xiang Bao saw that the young Taoist priest was still sitting upright, so he walked in front of him and asked with some trembling and expectation: "Senior Daoist, the charcoal just now refers to the method of the ghosts and gods of the outside world, but it's my fault? Go, that charcoal ten-your-face will get on your body, and it's not that foreign ghosts and gods are your own?"
"Don't you understand?" Shi Xuan asked instead.
Xiang Bao was taken aback: "What?"
"Is there a problem with visualization?" Shi Xuan stood up leisurely.
Xiang Bao and the coming Shishu Wang stunned for a moment, recalling the exercises and the records in the classics. It was plain and clear. As long as the concentration itself does not have distracting thoughts and thoughts, the ghosts and gods of the outer world cannot take advantage of the gap, but it is truly a practice. At times, most cultivators tend to forget this, and use things that calm the spirit and calm the air. Anyway, they can cultivate to the point where their souls leave their bodies.
"It turns out that the Daoist Chief wanted to tell me that since the charcoal sticks can get on my body, the problem of visualization is naturally my own." Xiang Bao suddenly realized, and Wang Shishu remembered the various things during the visualization, and began Feeling that I have gone the wrong way.
Shi Xuan carried his hands on his back and walked to the entrance of the Chenghuang Temple, leaving the last words: "From the beginning of body training to the integration of Taoism, why are the various problems in cultivation actually the same?"
"The trouble of practice lies in oneself!"
Xiang Bao's mind buzzed, as if he had realized something, and as if he didn't understand anything, Wang Shishu was sweating and his face was pale.
The trouble with cultivation lies in oneself, Shi Xuan's words are not just a point to mention Xiangbao and Wang Shishu, but also to himself.
After Shi Xuan left for a long time, Xiang Bao and Wang Shishu came back to their senses. The two looked at each other. For a while, they felt that this sentence was really trivial and meaningless, and for a while, they felt that it was simple and easy to understand. all know.
"From body forging to hedao, it's a big breath." Wang Shishu remembered Shi Xuan's words just now, and he was puzzled and astonished and said, "Is it possible to have such a tone..."
"True immortal, or heavenly immortal!" Xiang Bao took the conversation and muttered to himself blankly.
Such a scene happened everywhere in Yu Yutian, sometimes it was a young Taoist priest, sometimes it was a white-haired grandfather...
Inside Shixuandong Mansion.
After 390 years of collection, countless "auras of enlightenment" gathered on Shi Xuan's chest, surrounded by talisman characters, falling into it from time to time, causing them to emit black and white light.
When the last two words of Taoism flew in, the invisible and intangible aura immediately distorted and gathered into shape.
After a stick of incense, the whole quiet room was filled with agile wisdom light, a thin volume of books appeared in Shixuan's palm, and the simple huā pattern on it merged into three seal characters: "Tao De Jing". (To be continued!~!
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