Chapter 3: Northern Emperor Mysterious runes filled the sea of consciousness, and one mantra of cultivation after another followed. Jiang Lin closed his eyes with a peaceful look, gradually immersed in the indescribable state of practice. On the shrine, the emperor's compassionate eyes lowered and fell on the young master. There seemed to be a hint of satisfaction in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. This change happened in an instant, and the statue immediately returned to its original rigid appearance. Jiang Lin was naturally unaware of anything. When practicing, do not count the years. I don’t know how long it took, but Jiang Lin’s “gaze” slowly sank from the Niwan Palace Lingtai Zifu, sinking, and sinking. All the way to a chaotic world. It was pitch black here, with no distinction between up and down or four dimensions, as if the world had not yet been created.
It’s Dantian. Jiang Lin suddenly had an epiphany. Dantian is the center of spiritual practice and complements the Lingtai, and is known as the inner world. The human body is a world in itself, and contains great medicine. The so-called spiritual practice is to extract the great medicine from the human body, use the dantian as a furnace, and use the consciousness as fire to refine a golden pill. The golden elixir is as muddy as an egg, and its name is unknown. It is called Yuan and another word is Shen. Only when one has achieved the golden elixir and has an overflowing primordial spirit can one be considered a true practitioner. But that realm is still far away from Jiang Lin. At this moment, Jiang Lin had no trace of his golden elixir soul, let alone his yin soul or yang soul. Jiang Lin looked at his chaotic Dantian and began the first step of his practice. The black law scripture kept circulating in my mind. Gradually, the originally chaotic Dantian began to show a trace of "order". It was as if a ray of "dawn" had appeared in the darkness. The light was not very strong, even only the size of a sesame seed. It seems so insignificant. But Jiang Lin knew that this was the beginning of everything and the origin of his own path of cultivation. It is the seed of Dharma Qi. It is the foundation of all things. "call……" The seed of Dharma Qi was formed, and Jiang Lin also opened his eyes.
He raised his hand tentatively and mobilized his magic power. "Buzz!" A warm light appeared in the palm of my hand. Lin Jiang looked at the light almost greedily, with an expression that showed unconcealable excitement. Cultivation is real! I cultivated my own magical powers! Even though it is only a tiny seed, even though it has not even entered the path of cultivation, it is just seeing the scenery. But enough is enough. As long as there is a road, it is only a matter of time before we walk on it! Jiang Lin stood up from his cross-legged sitting position and turned to look outside the hall. The morning light shines down, and the warm sunshine spreads all over the world. Is it morning? Jiang Lin was a little dazed. He started practicing at noon, but he didn't expect that after only a short while, more than a night had passed. Moreover, after not sleeping all night and meditating for nearly ten hours, Jiang Lin did not feel tired at all, let alone sleepy. Is this what they call being full of energy and not feeling sleepy? Jiang Lin let out a long breath of satisfaction, turned around and looked at the statue of the emperor, saluted meticulously, and then burned incense... Ok? Where is the fragrance? Jiang Lin looked at the empty altar and couldn't help scratching his head, feeling sad. Yes, the few incense sticks left in my Taoist temple had long been burned out. I am so poor... Looking at the compassionate eyes of the Emperor, Jiang Lin blinked a little embarrassedly. It was obvious that the Emperor had appeared, bestowing magic, Taoist talismans, and tokens. But I can't even afford to burn a few incense sticks. Make money! Jiang Lin gritted his teeth secretly. "Ugh." He suddenly sighed and said to himself, "So what if I practiced? Fasting cannot be achieved in a short time. Besides, even if I don't eat, the Taoist temple still needs to be repaired, and the Emperor also needs incense..." Jiang Lin felt his pocket and found that the only two copper coins he had left were not enough to buy even a piece of pancake. "Master Emperor, how about you show your spirit and give your disciple some gifts?" Jiang Lin was dreaming a sweet dream feeling a little embarrassed. At this moment, Jiang Lin's ears suddenly moved and he heard some noise. It's footsteps!
From the gate of the Taoist temple! Is this... a pilgrim? ? Lying... Jiang Lin looked at the Emperor suddenly, and slammed his head down with a thud. "Long may the emperor live forever!" After saying that, Jiang Lin cleaned up the hall as quickly as possible and cleared away the cabbage stalks and radish seeds. Then, he took out a Taoist robe with a black background and white Bagua patterns and put it on swiftly. It only takes a few seconds to put on a lotus crown. After doing all this, Jiang Lin walked out of the hall with a whisk in his hand and in square steps. In front of the Taoist temple. At this moment, there stood a woman in her thirties, wearing decent clothes, followed by a boy in shorts. The woman's face was covered with traces of tears, which made her already charming appearance look even more pitiful. She looked at the Taoist temple in front of her, wiped her tears, and called out, "Is there a Taoist priest at home?" "Infinite Heavenly Lord!" Before she finished her words, the woman only heard the sound of a number being called, followed by the sound of steady and crisp footsteps. A Taoist priest walked out of the Taoist temple which seemed slightly dilapidated but full of ancient charm. The Taoist was dressed in a black and white robe. He was tall and his back was as straight as a pine tree. He was not very old, about sixteen or seventeen years old. He wore a lotus crown on his head and his temples were neatly combed. The young man's handsomeness in life is like an orchid or jade tree. The Taoist's eyes were indifferent, as if he saw through everything in the world. He was undoubtedly an extraordinary person. But it also has a bit of worldly air, which makes it even more eye-catching. Facing the early morning sun, the woman could even see the fine hairs on the young Taoist's face. She couldn't help but stare in amazement. "Infinite Heavenly Lord." Jiang Lin was very satisfied with the reaction of the pilgrim in front of him. He smiled and said, "I am the abbot of Ziwei Temple, my Buddhist name is Xuanying. I bow to you." "Do the believers want to pray for blessings? Or do they want to pay homage?" The woman came to her senses and was surprised to find that her eyes had been glued to the young Taoist priest in front of her. She quickly lowered her head and bowed. Then, she cried softly, "I'm here to ask the Taoist priest to save my life!"
"Please, Taoist priest, save my husband's life!" Hearing this, Jiang Lin asked, "What happened to your husband?" "Let the Taoist priest know that my husband's surname is Tu, and he is a hunter in Taiping Township at the foot of the mountain. Everyone in the surrounding area knows that my husband is good at hunting bears and tigers. Over the past ten years, he has also accumulated a fortune." Madam Tu spoke softly, but she couldn't stop crying: "But I don't know what happened in the past month. My husband fell seriously ill overnight. I invited many doctors to see him, but they couldn't diagnose the symptoms." "Now, I am already emaciated and will not live long." "I thought that if I wasn't sick, I might be possessed by an evil spirit, so I came to ask the Taoist priest to save my life!" After hearing what Mrs. Tu said, Jiang Lin glanced at the handsome servant who had been silent behind Mrs. Tu. Although the boy didn't say anything, Jiang Lin made some interesting discoveries. Just when he appeared and the butcher lady looked at him blankly, Jiang Lin saw a hint of jealousy in the eyes of the servant. interesting. (End of this chapter)
