Dedicate One’s Mind

Dayu Country, Liucheng.

300 miles west of Liucheng, Cangwu Mountain, Yiqi Daoguan Mingdao Peak, the clear sound of the bell came from the most majestic hall on the peak - Mingxin Hall. The bell sounded loud but not harsh, and the sound waves rose and fell without a sense of discontinuity.

This is the morning class bell of Yiqi Daoguan, which can be heard ten miles away. Hearing the bell, the people in the temple stopped what they were doing and went to the hall in groups of three or five.

On the way, the disciples exchanged their cultivation experiences or talked about strange things. At this time, only one of them said loudly: "My fellow brothers and sisters, I heard that the master of the temple will personally give the morning class."

When everyone heard this, some were surprised, and some looked calm. The latter must have received the news early.

Seeing that everyone had different reactions, the man continued, "Our Yiqi Sect is the national religion of Dayu Country. Each of the 120 cities in the country has set up a temple to recruit disciples. Although the temples have accepted new disciples, most of the temple masters are old and hopeless. However, our Liucheng Wang Temple Master is a rare young and promising one. It is not expected that he will achieve the Golden Elixir in the future. If we get his guidance..." Perhaps he could not stand the man talking too much, and a burly man interrupted, "Junior Brother Xu, we know the master's reputation, but it's a pity that the master is in seclusion all day long and we can only see him a few times a year. What can we do about it?" The person who interrupted should be quite prestigious among the disciples. After hearing his words, everyone looked regretful and nodded frequently. The man called Junior Brother Xu was not annoyed when he was interrupted. He turned to the burly man and said, "Brother Ge, do you know that the abbot granted a certificate to someone a few days ago? He just granted the certificate and gave a lecture in person. What is the abbot doing..."

Everyone had been curious for a long time, but Junior Brother Xu's voice became more and more subtle, and gradually drifted away from Senior Brother Ge. In the end, it was like a mosquito's buzz, and it was even more inaudible. Everyone cursed in their hearts, but they still looked calm on their faces, just asking around.

After a while, everyone had a preliminary outline of this new junior brother.

This little junior brother was called Wu Yi. He was from Daxuan, a neighboring country of Dayu. His grandfather had a lot of connections with Master Wang before he became a monk. It was just heard that his grandfather seemed to be attacked by political enemies recently, so his grandfather asked him to come here for refuge.

After the disciples found out, they dared not say much because Master Wang personally recruited the junior disciples, but the disdain on their faces was obvious. How could a son who had lost his family compare to them who had the support of their families?

Senior Brother Ge and Junior Brother Xu, who were walking at the end, smiled at each other with a look of satisfaction on their faces.

After feeling proud, Junior Brother Xu couldn't help but worry and asked, "Senior Brother Ge, what if we offend the master by doing this?"

Senior Brother Ge frowned and stared at him, and said coldly, "Junior Brother Xu, things have come to this point, do you still want to hide? If the master of the temple breaks the rules at will, will my family still have a place to stand?"

Junior Brother Xu avoided his gaze and hummed weakly, but he began to plan a way out in his heart. Senior Brother Ge was a descendant of the Ge family in Nanjun, and he was a direct descendant. After all, he himself was not a descendant of a big family. He didn't need to get too involved in the struggle between the family and the master of the temple. If the master of the temple didn't let go, those children of the family might not protect him in the end.

Seeing him frowning and thinking deeply, Senior Brother Ge was very angry in his heart. He thought that if there was no place for this person, how could he be allowed to play both sides and be a fence-sitter. He decided that once this matter was settled, even if he couldn't kill him, he would cut off his way to progress.

All the way in silence, the disciples gradually arrived at the main hall in groups of three or two, and found their own cushions and knelt down according to the order of entrance.

After a while, the bell rang again. The previous bell was called the calling bell, which meant to summon the disciples, and this bell was called the stopping bell. If the stopping bell rang, it would be considered as absent from class and the disciples would be punished to copy the Taoist scriptures.

Just when the stopping bell rang, a middle-aged Taoist stepped into the hall. His Taoist robe was painted with white clouds and red sun on the top, and mountains and rivers on the bottom. His footsteps seemed ordinary, but if you listened carefully, it was not difficult to hear that he was moving in harmony with the sound of the bell, moving according to the sound, and walking with the rhythm, in harmony.

Behind the middle-aged Taoist was a young man, who was dressed in plain clothes and followed him step by step, as if he was not walking by himself, but was being pulled forward.

There was a high three-story platform in the hall. The Taoist stepped onto the high platform step by step, and the young man stood beside him.

The sound of the bell stopped just as the Taoist climbed onto the platform. The change from movement to stillness caused many disciples to have their blood boiling, their breath unstable, and their bodies undulating.

The Taoist turned around and paused. The sound of his footsteps calmed everyone's swaying minds like a huge bell. Everyone's mind was focused, and the whole hall was solemn.

The middle-aged Taoist was the master of Wang Guan, as the disciples called him, and his common name was Wang Chuchen. At this time, he slowly scanned the people in the hall and said calmly: "I have been the master of the temple for more than three years, and I have not taught you any skills on weekdays. This master is really incompetent."

When everyone heard this, they could not figure out the master's thoughts, so they all bowed and said: "Master, you are too kind."

Wang Chuchen laughed loudly, showing no joy or anger, and no more words. He got straight to the point and said: "The air fills the space between heaven and earth. All things are formed by air, and die without air. This is the basic theory of my Qi Sect, so what I cultivate in my Qi Sect is this Qi..."

The disciples' hearts moved with the sound, their thoughts flew, and the magnificent picture of a Qi connecting heaven and earth from ancient times to the present emerged in their minds. Then they imagined the process of a breath from birth to growth and finally extinction, and verified it with their own usual practice. The breath in their minds also changed with their thoughts.

For a moment, everyone was intoxicated, but there was one exception, that is the new disciple Wu Yi. He had just started a few days ago, and now he was a mortal. Wang Chuchen's explanation seemed to him like playing the piano to a cow. , hearing him scratching his head and scratching his head, restless.

But even so, he frowned and tried to remember every word Wang Chuchen said.

Not to mention, a morning class at least allowed him to learn some common sense about cultivation.

For example, this initial stage of cultivation is called Qi refining. The so-called Qi refining is nothing more than breathing in spiritual energy. After the spiritual energy fills the Dantian and forms a sea of ​​Qi, it is then guided to open up the muscles and veins in the whole body. This is to open the meridians, and opening the meridians is extremely important. , can be called the foundation for building a great road, so it is also called building a foundation.

Other sects only focus on the accumulation of spiritual energy in the first level of Qi Refining. According to the saturation level of spiritual energy, there is the ninth level of Qi Refining or the thirteenth floor of Qi Refining. However, for the Yiqi Sect, which regards one Qi as the foundation of the great road, in the first level of Qi Refining itself, Integrating into one body is called the Nine Changes of Qi Refining, but Wang Chuchen only talked about the first four changes, which are anger, gathering Qi, receiving Qi and condensing Qi. In terms of the first four changes alone, there is no difference from other sects, but for the last five changes, you need to enter the inner door to practice, and the inner door is the Yiqi door.

Wang Chuchen's explanation lasted from early morning to noon, and the sound lingered, and there seemed to be a Taoist rhyme lingering in the hall.

Everyone lowered their eyes and concentrated, deducing the changes in spiritual energy. Wang Chuchen's voice was directly poured into their spiritual platform, guiding them to walk on their own path.

After a long time, Wang Chuchen opened his eyes, no more sounds came out of his mouth, and the morning class ended.

The sound stopped, and the faint Taoist rhyme gradually disappeared. Some disciples soon woke up from a state of near enlightenment, with a look of regret on their faces. If it had continued for a while, perhaps their cultivation would have improved a lot.

Everyone woke up quickly or early, but they all woke up in front of a cup of tea. Finally, everyone saluted together and said, "Best farewell to the Master."

Wang Chuchen nodded slightly, waved his sleeves, and disappeared into the hall.

The disciples stood up and prepared to leave the main hall. They chatted with each other and exchanged what they had learned from their previous cultivation. Most of them had a look of joy on their faces, their tone was brisk, and their voices were cheerful, which showed that they had gained a lot of benefits.

Wu Yi planned to leave together, but there was a voice in his ears. He stopped walking and his body stood upright like a green pine.

Some disciples did not forget to look back and observe their junior brother before leaving and saw that he was not moving. Some people who wanted to go forward and make friends did not want to appear too enthusiastic in public.

After all, they know that he has a close relationship with the Guanzhu, and there are always people who want to use his shortcut to seek the Guanzhu's guidance. In their eyes, Guanzhu Wang is giving this lecture just for this new junior brother, so how can they not be envious and jealous. Wu Yi, who was scratching his head, didn't know what he thought after knowing their thoughts.

After a while, everyone left cleanly.

Wu Yi didn't wait long. A breeze blew from outside the hall. Wu Yi took a closer look and saw a person on the originally empty steps. It was Wang Chuchen. It was Wang Chuchen who had made Wu Yi wait for a while. dust.

Wu Yi saluted Wang Chuchen and stood aside, bowing his head and waiting for instruction.

Wang Chuchen looked at Wu Yi for a while, with a look of vicissitudes of life on his face, as if he was reminiscing about something. After a long time, Wang Chuchen calmed down, his eyes became calm again, and his body showed an unworldly aura.

"Your grandfather and I were classmates. We agreed to expel the imperial advisor and help the country. However, after ten years of service, I discovered that the popular saying that the imperial advisor stole power for the sake of the country was just a joke. The emperor was also the same. Who was helping? Who is that?" Wang Chuchen narrated a story that seemed not to be his in a flat voice, but it was even more resentful.

Wu Yi also knew what happened next. He knew these things when his family asked him to leave the country for refuge, but he still lowered his head quietly and let Wang Chuchen continue talking.

"After that, I hung up my crown and left, but your grandfather thought that I had given up on the agreement and broke off the relationship with me." Wang Chuchen said this, smiled softly, and continued, "Your grandfather was a stubborn cow, but in the end he still You were sent to me." There seemed to be a sense of pride in his words, but also a hint of regret. Wu Yi's appearance meant his grandfather's failure, and he had also worked hard to realize this dream.

Wu Yi was silent. From then on, the two of them took two different paths.

Wang Chuchen traveled around the mountains and rivers, and unexpectedly met the real person Lingya of the Yiqi Sect. He was taken into the door wall, and then relied on his extraordinary qualifications to rise step by step in the immortal world.

And his grandfather was ranked among the Three Dukes with his outstanding political achievements. He took charge of the government, eradicated the old abuses, and made the Daxuan Kingdom appear to be rejuvenated. However, in any case, he still had to face the conflict between the imperial party and the national division party, although Wu Yi did not know the specific process. It is clear, but in the end the Imperial Guards Party naturally won, and even the emperor was deposed by the Imperial Guards on the grounds of immorality and immorality. The Imperial Party was completely defeated, and Wu Yi also came to this foreign country far away from thousands of rivers and mountains.

Wang Chuchen suddenly stared into Wu Yi's eyes and said coldly: "I gave you a discipleship, but there are always some disciples and even professors who have some gossip. If you can't prove your qualifications, where do you come from? , Go back somewhere! Go!" After Wang Chuchen finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said no more.

Wu Yi bowed to Wang Chuchen and turned to leave. If a young man like Wu Yi encounters a sudden change at the beginning and comes to a different place and faces the pressure of being expelled, he will inevitably feel panicked and uneasy even if he doesn't cry on the spot.

But Wu Yi didn't show any panic in his steps. Every step seemed to have been measured by a ruler and was regular, which showed that his mind was firm.

Wang Chuchen did not open his eyes, but he could infer Wu Yi's mentality just from the sound of Wu Yi's steps. He did not comfort or encourage anything. The journey to immortality was extremely dangerous. If Wu Yi's qualifications were really not good, he would still have to go down the mountain. It is good for a rich man to come and seek peace. Although he may not live forever, he will avoid many disputes.

There was no sound in the empty hall for a long time, only the curls of smoke rising slowly and then slowly dissipating.

When the process of history and personal struggle cannot be compatible, the author usually chooses the process of history. Some readers may feel uncomfortable with this, so they might as well think about whether the protagonist goes against the process of history.

The author is a history major and focuses on strategy, which can also be said to be scheming. If you don't like it, you can leave.

Although the author writes a flowing web article and cannot be precise in every word, there are allusions behind many events, and some characters have historical prototypes. It is not recommended that you copy them mechanically. After all, the author writes casually and contains allusions. Praise and criticism.

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Posted on August 23, 2019, school is about to start. The author doesn’t have much time, so I’m replying late. Please forgive me.