Chapter 16 1.2 Community Online
The green mountains are bright and the stars are distant.

Tian'an Village under the night sky seems particularly quiet amid the chirping of insects and the buzzing of locusts.

The young man Zhao Cunyuan sat cross-legged in the courtyard, silently concentrating his mind and meditating. The bright moonlight shimmered like water, giving him a layer of silver glow.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his brows furrowed subconsciously, and a lingering anxiety and decadence appeared on his face.

"call--"

He let out a long breath, and the excitement of "cutting down" the Qi-refining technique "Worshiping the Stars Record" disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"That shouldn't be the case. What went wrong?"

Zhao Cunyuan stood up and paced in the yard.

Two days ago, he ran all over the surrounding villages and finally cut down the "Records of Worshiping the Big Dipper".

Although this book of exercises only had a chapter on refining qi and mixing medicine, it still made him so excited that he laughed wildly towards the sky.

Because this is the way to cultivate immortality!
This was a method of cultivating immortals that he had never seen even in Liuyun Temple!

In the past two days, he has almost neglected food and sleep, sleeping during the day and practicing at night, just to enter the Tao.

Unexpectedly, the more he practiced, the more confused he became, and he couldn't find any feeling at all.

"If you don't adjust the medicine when refining qi, the true seed will not grow... The spirit resides in the heart, and the qi resides in the kidneys. Only when the spirit enters the qi point can they embrace each other and become one, and then the true seed will grow..."

"So first close your eyes and sit in meditation to eliminate all delusions. Then look at your nose with your eyes, like a carpenter marking a line. Let your mind reflect back between your eyebrows. When the eyebrows are slightly warm, move the golden light to the top of your head. Then separate your eyes to the left and right, around the ears to the throat, down to the middle of the building, and into the qi point..."

While pacing, Zhao Cunyuan once again silently recited "Records of Worshiping the Big Dipper".

My father once said that if you read a book a hundred times its meaning will become clear.

He has always regarded it as a guiding principle!
This sentence also confirms his life of studying and even seeking immortality.

However, this time, the more he read, the more confused he became.

What is golden light?
What is Chonglou?
What are cavitations?
Acupuncture points on the human body? Or a secret code that is kept secret?

Or is it that he is simply too dull to understand?
While wandering, Zhao Cunyuan suddenly saw a figure standing by the door, which made him stop subconsciously.

"father!?"

"Ah, I didn't bother you, did I?"

"no!"

Father Zhao Cunyuan, the only student in Tianan Village, was wearing a coat and said gently, "Are you in trouble?"

"no!"

Zhao Cunyuan subconsciously denied it because his father had always disapproved of his cultivation.

"It's just a little doubt, just think about it for a moment."

"That's good, that's good!"

Zhao Tongsheng nodded, handed over a piece of paper and said:
"Dad can't help you with anything. This is my commentary. It may be absurd. Just take a look at it. Maybe you can draw inferences from it."

"Dad? What are you doing?" Zhao Cunyuan was stunned and hesitated to take it.

"Before, Dad opposed your cultivation because Dad felt that this path was too illusory and I had never walked it. The only path Dad knew was the imperial examination! During this period of time, Dad has also figured it out. Even the gods are protecting you, so why should Dad oppose it? Seeing the heavens and the earth, you will know how to fear; seeing yourself, you will know the way home. It's very good, very good."

Zhao Tongsheng thought these words were difficult to say, but when he really said them, he felt an indescribable comfort all over his body.

Looking around the world, sons always disobey their fathers, don’t they?
Zhao Cunyuan trembled slightly, took his father's note for a while, moved his lips, and said: "Thank you, Dad!"

Zhao Tongsheng tugged at his shawl and said, "Why thank you? Go get busy. Dad is old and can't stand it any longer. He's going to sleep."

Having said that, he turned around and went back to the house to rest. Amidst the rustling noises, he could still hear his mother's whispered questions.

Zhao Cunyuan looked down at the paper in his hand. Next to each unfamiliar noun, there was a reference to a classic book. Maybe they were irrelevant, but they were ultimately a line of thought.

For some reason, he suddenly felt tired and even thought of "forget it".

He was very tired after the journey.

He sought help from immortals, his father was angry and his mother was crying, the villagers gave him advice, but he achieved nothing... Perhaps the only thing that kept him going was a breath.

A breath of resentment.

Now I suddenly heard my father's forgiveness.

The breath dissipated in a trance.

"Perhaps what the old Taoist priest of Liuyun Temple said is right. Even if I embark on the path of cultivation, I am destined not to go far!"

"But are you willing?"

Zhao Cunyuan looked down at the paper filled with notes, was silent for a moment, then left home and headed towards the land temple outside the village.

The land temple looks eerie and strange at midnight.

However, when Zhao Cunyuan saw the statue of the land god, the fear that arose in his heart for no reason disappeared.

He skillfully took out the incense, burned it and bowed.

I am not here to ask God for help.

After witnessing Aunt Feng being possessed by evil spirits, he had already vaguely realized the ethereal and otherworldly nature of Taoist Yunli.

So there is no reason for this trip. I just think that burning incense will make me feel better.

Because he knew that Taoist Yunli truly loved the world.

The incense started burning and a curtain of light appeared.

A piece of information inexplicably flowed into my mind.

【Internet 1.2 is online: a new "Community" section is added. 】

"Community?"

Zhao Cunyuan was stunned. As his mind moved, the community section emerged, which was divided into four major sections, namely:

【Secrets of Jianghu】

【Meditation and Enlightenment】

【Yong County Terroir】

【Gossip】

"What is this?"

Zhao Cunyuan subconsciously clicked on [Meditation and Enlightenment], and immediately a series of "posts" popped up.

"I paid a lot of money to buy the Record of Worshiping the Dipper Star. I am so tired of cutting it. I won't cut it anymore..."

"May I ask, seniors, what does golden light mean?"

"I have been meditating for three days and my eyebrows are swollen. Is this a case of possessedness?"

"I am from Yong County. Are there any colleagues from Yong County who would like to join me in practicing Zen and enlightenment?"

"..."

Looking at the series of posts discussing spiritual practice in front of him, Zhao Cunyuan's breathing stagnated.

Because many of the questions were exactly the doubts in his mind.

He tremblingly clicked on the golden post of inquiry, and as the light screen flickered, lines of text of varying lengths appeared.

There is an account nickname before each text.

"I believe that the golden light is the sign of the extinction of the root of suffering. As the saying goes: When the five roots of suffering are eliminated, the soul will be more honored. When the golden light shines and the divine candle is born naturally."

"Where did you copy the scriptures from? It's misleading."

"So what do you think the golden light is?"

"Why did I tell you?"

"Golden light is the gathering of spirit, reflected in the sea of ​​consciousness, shining with golden light, so it is called golden light."

"May I ask the senior above, what is the reason for your concentration of energy?"

"If you don't know, don't make such a fuss. You're just spewing shit!"

"Grandson, where do you live? If you have the guts, come out and fight me. I'll see if I can't kill you!"

"The so-called spirit is the gathering of essence and energy, and the spirit is born by itself. In fact, I know the fact but not the reason. When you practice, remember to get enough sleep and keep your spirit in good shape! Before practicing, don't eat too much, as being too full will hurt your spirit, and don't eat too little, as being too hungry will hurt your energy. According to the instructions in the book, focus your attention on the center of your eyebrows, and golden light will appear."

"Is this it?"

"Hahaha, come out and talk, grandson, why isn't he talking?"

……

Zhao Cunyuan looked at the lines of slightly confusing conversations. No matter how stupid he was, he immediately realized something from the details.

This is clearly a record of a conversation between several people.

In other words, it's like an address book, except that people don't know each other, but can still leave messages and discuss here.

Judging from the content of the posts, it is obvious that some people have achieved success in their practice.

Doesn’t this mean that all his doubts about spiritual practice can be resolved here?
Thinking of this, Zhao Cunyuan felt dry mouth and numbing scalp. An indescribable throbbing began to grow in his chest, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

It feels like going back to the time when [Internet version 1.1] was updated.

At this moment, he felt that Taoist Yunli was always watching him.

He seemed to know what difficulties he was facing, and would always help him solve them in an incredible way.

There is a cut in front to send the skills;
Later, there was a community of people who practiced Zen and attained enlightenment.

He subconsciously looked up at the land statue, but found that the transparent vision outside the light curtain was quietly covered with a layer of translucent mist.

He quickly reached out to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes, folded his hands in front of him, and bowed down respectfully.

"Disciple Zhao Cunyuan, I bow to thank Master Yunli!"

……

"No, why thank me?"

Gu Yunli, who was frantically posting messages and acting as a human navy, looked at the young man in the land temple who was about to cry with a confused look on his face.

(End of this chapter)