Chapter 2: The Lord of Yizhuang
"Feathered Silk Book?"

Xu Yang said in astonishment.

This object triggered his memory.

Before traveling through time, I visited the museum and saw the museum's treasure, the Warring States Period Silk Book.

"The ancient alchemists emphasized using the visible to represent the invisible. The real gods and immortals are not like this in the pattern. This is a metaphor, which means that the essence of life is like a silkworm, guiding and refining Qi, living towards death, and transcending into the extraordinary. This pattern is actually the process of transcending into the immortal world..."

The guide’s explanation is still ringing in my ears.

There seems to be information about oneself recorded next to the portrait.

Qigong Master: Xu Yang
Realm: Feeling Qi

Supernatural Powers: Bardo Dharmakaya
Spell: Yin-Yang Eyes (no proficiency, passive spell).

At the same time, new information appeared in my mind.

The true name of this item is the Silk Book of the Qi Refiner. For the ancient Qi Refiners, there was no distinction between schools or restrictions on the great ways. They could cultivate everything and use all methods for their own benefit.

There will be no conflicts in this life, but we can practice together to transcend water and fire, to correct evil, and all dharma will be accessible.

It was the Yin energy that activated this thing just now.

"All methods can be cultivated and refined. Is this the ability of a Qi Refiner?" The appearance of this thing made Xu Yang unable to suppress his excitement.

I finally understand what the ancients meant by "helping someone in need of help". It's like a bottle of water in the wilderness of the desert, and its taste is better than all the delicacies in the world.

What is the concept of practicing all dharmas?
Xu Yang also inherited the common sense of his original body. Many cultivation methods are mutually exclusive. When practicing negative techniques, the true Qi will often be tainted with a hint of negative. If one practices positive techniques at this time, it will easily lead to going astray.

Each faction has its own series of spells, and they don't interfere with each other.

In addition, the Warring States silk book has another ability, which is to display the practice status of martial arts in real time.

This is not the leveling up of adding points as in novels, but rather the materialization of one's own abilities, allowing people to feel the results of their efforts more intuitively and clearly.

A journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step. The closer you get to success, the more difficult it becomes. When you have walked ninety miles, your physical and psychological limits have been reached. You don’t know how long you can hold on, or whether you have taken the wrong path, and thoughts of retreating fill your mind.

If there is something that can help you know the results and direction in advance, correct your mistakes and avoid taking more detours, it will be easier to succeed.

"With this treasure, you will be able to call the wind and rain in this world."

Xu Yang seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw.

The gods and demons are vicious, the ghosts and monsters are terrifying, and ordinary mortals just focus on farming. If they want to survive, they have to rely on others for their survival.

If you want to control your destiny, you must embark on the path of cultivation and face these gods, demons, monsters, and both good and evil. This is a dangerous journey that modern people can never imagine.

Now that he had the treasure brought from his previous life, Xu Yang finally felt a lot more at ease; although fate was unpredictable and one never knew what disaster might happen to him, it was good to have something to look forward to.

Xu Yang calmed his mind, feeling the living flesh and the surging heartbeat.

Wow! !

At this moment, the young man in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils showed a hint of green. These were the Yin-Yang eyes.

There is a stream of true Qi in the Dantian that is as dense as a nebula. This is a wisp of true Qi cultivated in the previous life, representing the entry into the realm of cultivation - the realm of feeling Qi.

The Yin-Yang Eyes opened, and the Yin energy was as black as ink, vaguely sensing the breath within a radius of several feet. With the help of this breath, an ink-like picture could be outlined.

"Changming, old dog, since you want to pass the charity cemetery to "me", then I have no choice but to accept it. I'm just worried about having no place to live."

You must seize an opportunity - Changming Corpse Transformation; if it is too early, you will not be able to defeat him, and if it is too late, this guy may absorb too much negative energy and become a ghost.

There is not much air in the coffin, but with the blessing of true Qi, it should be able to hold out for about half an hour.

Xu Yang waited quietly.

outside world.

The altar was covered with a thick pile of incense ash. Changming was sweating profusely and stopped what he was doing.

"Huh..." Chang Ming exhaled a breath, straightened his robe, looked himself up and down, and felt this old body for the last time.

"I have been practicing Taoism since I was 20 years old. I have been feeling the Qi for one year and entering the True Qi for ten years. I have been practicing till now and have achieved the True Qi. I am just one step away from the Foundation Establishment Stage. Now the heavens have given me another chance to possess another body and be reborn. This old man will avoid many detours."

Changming is full of confidence. In recent years, he feels that God is helping him and all the wasted years are worth it.

It was the middle of the night and everything was quiet.

The flame of the candle became more and more eerie, casting a layer of underworld color on the room. "Almost done." Changming calmed his mind, lay in the coffin, and swallowed a pure gold pill.

The pill has a fragrance and the coldness of metal ore when it enters your mouth.

The severe poison instantly destroyed the meridians throughout the body, vitality quickly faded, and consciousness gradually became blurred.

Abandon the physical body and refine the body with Taiyin.

bang bang bang! ! !
Xu Yang used his true Qi to push the coffin lid hard.

boom! !

The coffin lid flew up and down to the ground, covered with thick incense ash. The white talisman lost its power and spontaneously combusted.

Changming slowly closed his eyes and was suddenly startled by the noise.

Xu Yang pushed himself up with his hands, got up from the coffin and stood up straight.

"You..." Chang Ming widened his eyes in disbelief. Wasn't this kid dead?

I suffocated him to death with my own hands, fed him the Yellow Spring Pill and then sealed him up, so why is he still alive?

Although he sealed the outside, he never expected that the people inside would be resurrected.

"You!! Come here quickly!!!"

Chang Ming was extremely angry and wanted to tear this man apart with his bare hands, but it was too late now.

he died.

Out of body.

Xu Yang quickly picked up the candlestick and came under the soul.

"Ahhh!!!"

A ray of candlelight, to the soul without the obstruction of the body, is like hot oil poured into ice and snow.

The dark green flames quickly devoured the soul. Seeing the green in Xu Yang's eyes, Chang Ming was shocked and angry: "Bardo Dharma Body, you actually learned the Bardo Dharma Body? You...ah!!"

Before he could finish his words, Changming died with endless regret.

"It's over." Xu Yang let out a long sigh and unknowingly began to sweat profusely.

In order to prevent this guy from having any hidden tricks, he looked him up and down for a long time and finally confirmed that the guy was dead.

Xu Yang walked up to Changming and touched the corpse. It was empty. There was a palm-sized animal hide bag on the table, with the opening of the bag tied with a red rope.

"This should be the Qiankun bag."

Xu Yang carefully opened his pocket to prevent any hidden tampering. He also poked his stick in and stirred it. Only after making sure that the stick was safe did he relax his vigilance.

The Qiankun bag contained some medicinal herbs, a dozen strings of copper coins, five or six empty porcelain bottles, a torn book similar to Taoism, and an account book.

"Huh? Why does it look so shabby?" Xu Yang felt something was wrong, so he picked up the account book and began to flip through it.

"A charity cemetery, a soul-refining and corpse-driving bell, a copper coin sword, thirteen corpses with owners, five corpses without owners, three zombies (already sold), a little ghost in the altar, ten acres of mulberry fields (already sold), twenty acres of rice fields (already sold), three acres of spiritual fields..."

Xu Yang summarized the property of the charity house.

There is still a lot of liquid funds, the Taoist methods are still there, the magic weapons are still there, and Changming sold a lot of other things in preparation for taking over the body; overall, some of the floating wealth is gone, but the core things are still there.

I haven't read the rest yet, it won't be too late to read it another day.

……

Xu Yang looked at the spacious ancestral hall and the numerous corridors he saw through the door.

The courtyard was eerie, with moonlight illuminating the vast inner courtyard.

There are coffins in the ancestral hall and the candlelight flickers. The scene is as eerie as it can be.

This is a charity cemetery where corpses are placed.

Changming is a Taoist priest of Yizhuang. As the only successor of Changming, Xu Yang will become the master of this Yizhuang.

"The Yizhuang is quiet and suitable for cultivation. You can settle down here. From now on, I will be the master of the Yizhuang."

(End of this chapter)