Chapter 61: The Nine Skills of Huashan, Zixia is the first!

Xin Zhen experienced the mystery of Zixia's magic for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel very excited. He let out a long roar while running quickly.

Feng Qingyang, who was still at Wuliang Temple, listened attentively and said in surprise, "Who is coming? The whistle was faint at first, like clouds, and it was very strong. Then it was overwhelming and unstoppable. Could it be Master Fang Zheng from Shaolin?"

Feng Qingyang then also whistled loudly, and the clear whistle could be heard from far away.

After hearing this, Xin Zhen smiled knowingly, stopped whistling, and continued walking down the mountain.

Xin Zhen was thinking as he hurried on his way: Although this Zixia magic skill has the ability to accumulate and nourish energy, it is not its strong point.

The internal force I cultivated from the Hunyuan Gong can all be transformed into Zixia Internal Qi. I think it is because they have the same origin and it involves its main characteristics.

The main characteristic of this Zixia magic skill is actually its application, which is similar to the mental method of Qiankun Da Neng Yi, and is more of a method of using internal force.

The main reason why he was able to get the hang of it so quickly was that the internal energy accumulated in his Hunyuan Gong was already strong enough. Now he just needed to learn a method to use this internal energy instead of starting from scratch.

The beginning of Zixia Secret Manual says: [In all martial arts, the most correct one is to cultivate Qi. The great and upright Qi is originally a gift from heaven, but ordinary people are not good at cultivating it, and instead use their nature to suppress Qi.

The trouble with warriors is that they are violent, arrogant, cruel, and treacherous. Violent men disturb their spirit and make their qi chaotic; arrogant men separate their true nature and make their qi floating; cruel men lose their benevolence and make their qi lost; treacherous men are cruel and have short breath.

These four things are all knives and saws that cut off the qi. Abandon your four natures, return to the gentle and kind, control your violence and cruelty, nourish your righteous qi, beat the heavenly drum, drink the jade juice, shake the Huachi, knock on the golden beam, and level it. Then you will have a small success.

Ordinary internal energy is violent, cruel, unpredictable, difficult to control and short-lived, but the Zixia magic skill eliminates the violence, arrogance, cruelty and cunningness in the internal energy, making it gentle and easy to control.

Therefore, all the power of the inner strength can be finely controlled and exerted, just like the wind, thunder, rain and lightning in nature, which, although powerful, are often difficult to sustain and have only brutal destructive power.

The wind, thunder, rain and lightning, which are regulated by various rules by humans, can be used in various subtle operations to exert their power for the benefit of mankind.

When Xin Zhen applied the Zixia magic power to his ears and eyes, his ears and eyes became clear; when he applied it to his hands and feet, he became strong and agile; when he raised it in his dantian, his body became as light as a swallow; when he applied it to the acupoints, blockages were cleared.

Moreover, the nature of this Zixia magic skill is moderate and peaceful. It is not afraid of heat or cold, and has great stamina. At first, it is vague like clouds, and then it becomes as vast as a river. It has great resilience and there is no risk of shortness of breath!
It can be said that this Zixia magic skill has no shortcomings except for the high requirement for internal strength and the slow accumulation of internal strength.

But this is not a shortcoming for Xin Zhen.

The walking, sitting and lying down exercises he accidentally discovered allowed him to accumulate internal energy for twelve hours a day, and his efficiency in practicing qigong was six times that of an ordinary person.

Therefore, in just over six years, he had cultivated his internal strength to a level that would take others more than forty years to accumulate, and Yue Buqun had only been cultivating for more than forty years.

Xin Zhen practiced the Zixia magic skill as he walked. When he arrived at a small town, the true energy in his body that had been accumulated for more than forty years had turned completely purple. He had already transformed all the true energy in his body into the Zixia true energy.

Therefore, at this time his internal strength is almost the same as Yue Buqun's, and this gap will narrow day by day, and then widen rapidly.

Xin Zhen had been running around for days, cultivating the purple qi in his body. Only after all the qi in his body was successfully transformed that day did he feel tired. He wanted to find a place to have a good sleep, but when he came across this small town, he felt tired.

Xin Zhen looked around and found there was only one inn in the town, where many guests were already staying. He went up to ask, but found out there were no rooms left. When he wanted to ask if there was a woodshed, he was told that the woodshed was also occupied.

Seeing that Xin Zhen was handsome and carrying a long sword, the waiter pointed out a clear way: "Sir, you can either find someone in town to stay overnight. With your appearance, I'm sure you won't be rejected.

Or go five miles ahead, there is a temple in the woods over there, the monks in the temple are greedy for money, you can give some money and you can stay there, if you give more money, they can also provide you with a vegetarian meal. Oh, not the dilapidated temple three miles away, the dilapidated temple is leaking everywhere, it will rain heavily tonight, I am afraid you will not be able to sleep well if you stay there, it is better to go two miles forward."

Xin Zhen smiled and slipped some change to the waiter, who was overjoyed and thanked him, "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. Otherwise, you can stay with me tonight. Although it's a bit smelly in the stable, you won't be exposed to the rain."

Xin Zhen politely declined and walked forward. The sky looked a little gloomy and he thought it would rain soon, so he quickened his pace.

After walking about three miles, we came to a forest. After passing through the forest, we saw a dilapidated temple.

"Huh?" Xin Zhen exclaimed in surprise, and found that there were quite a few people in the dilapidated temple and two ox carts parked outside.

Xin Zhen used the Purple Clouds magical skill, his eyes turned slightly purple, and he looked into the distance, and indeed, it was a group from the Huashan Sect.

Ruined temple, heavy rain, fleeing... Xin Zhen shook his head.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning in the sky, and then there was a thunder in the air, followed by raindrops the size of soybeans falling down, puffing up the dust on the ground.

Xin Zhen went straight through the woods and ran two miles in the heavy rain, and sure enough, he saw a magnificent temple.

Xin Zhen smiled and thought to himself: Sure enough, only a greedy monk could build such a magnificent temple.

Xin Zhen went forward and knocked on the door. After a while, a fat monk with big ears poked his head out and asked, "Donor, please make yourself at home. As the night deepens, our temple no longer accepts guests. Please come early tomorrow morning."

Xin Zhen cried out, "My master's family is a long way away. I heard that the Bodhisattva in the temple is efficacious, so he asked me to bring incense with me. It's getting dark now. If I go back, it will be terrible if my incense money is robbed. It's a lot of money. How can I afford it?"

The monk's eyes lit up: "So the donor has a long way to go, then please come in. The Buddha is merciful and will not let the donor be left out."

Xin Zhen was taken by the monk to stay in the side room, and the monk looked at Xin Zhen eagerly.

Xin Zhen took out a small piece of silver from his pocket and handed it to the monk respectfully. The monk asked in surprise, "That's it?"

Xin Zhen was also surprised and said, "This is three taels of silver. If I were to eat here, it would last me several days."

The monk stamped his feet and left.

Xin Zhen laughed happily, but his face fell after a while: Damn it, I played a trick on the greedy monk, but forgot that I didn’t eat!
I wanted to shamelessly ask for a vegetarian meal, but unexpectedly I was told directly: the temple does not allow food after noon.

Xin Zhen had no choice but to sneak into the other person's kitchen and search around. He only found uncooked flour, radishes, vegetables and the like, but no steamed buns or anything like that.

He sighed, went back to his room, lay down, and fell asleep in a daze. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a loud thunder.

Looking outside, the heavy rain was still pouring down, and Xin Zhen's stomach was also rumbling.

Xin Zhen tossed and turned, too hungry to sleep. He sat up angrily, put on his clothes, took his sword, and went to the dilapidated temple two miles away.

(End of this chapter)