Chapter 21: Three Mystical Scriptures

After reading the letter, Liu Xiaolou sighed: "This guy, I really don't want to bother with him."

Dai Sanren laughed: "In my view, he should be asking you to go over to do a deal. Whether you are willing to go is up to you. Wei Hongqing said that if you are willing to go, you must arrive before the first day of next month. He will wait for you until then. After that, he won't wait."

Calculating the time, there were only six days left until the first day of next month. It just so happened that the spirit stones in his hand were almost used up, and the time was still generous. As for whether he could break through the Tianquan acupoint, it was unknown.

"Thank you, Senior, for delivering the letter specially. Junior really doesn't know how to repay you." Liu Xiaolou bowed to thank him.

Dai Sanren waved his hand: "My trip to deliver the letter was just a matter of convenience. Actually, I have something to ask of you."

Hesitating for a moment, he said: "The Three Mystical Scriptures passed down by your family... can you lend them to me for a look?"

Seeing Liu Xiaolou stunned, Dai Sanren hurriedly said: "Actually, when the Master was alive, he once promised to discuss this with me, well, the Daoist methods recorded in the Three Mystical Scriptures, but I was distracted at the time, so I missed the opportunity. After the Master passed away, whenever I thought about it, I was always filled with regret, often dreaming of the Master's demeanor in the middle of the night, this..."

Seeing his old face turn red, speaking stutteringly, Liu Xiaolou understood: "Senior, please wait a moment, Junior will go get it."

Dai Sanren was a longtime friend of the teacher. In the past, he would visit a few times every year, getting drunk with the teacher, or holding hands and going down the mountain together, having experienced life and death countless times. This little bit of his own sect's stuff was really nothing worth hiding from others.

Turning around and entering the room, he pried open the floor tiles under the bed and took out a yellowed cowhide booklet from a pile of books. Three words were written on the cover—"Yin-Yin Yin Yang Jing Jing."

The inheritance of the Three Mystical Sect consisted of three scriptures: "Mystical Truth Scripture," "Illusory Scripture," and "Yin-Yin Yin Yang Jing Jing."

"Mystical Truth Scripture" was the main technique Liu Xiaolou was currently practicing, "Illusory Scripture" was the method for refining and using Illusory Fragrance, and as for "Yin-Yin Yin Yang Jing Jing," there was no need to say more.

Handing the "Yin-Yin Yin Yang Jing Jing" to Dai Sanren, seeing him still blushing and looking embarrassed, he helped him resolve it: "Senior, Yin-Yang dual cultivation is the Heavenly Dao. Teacher often said that living in the world, combining with heaven and earth on the outside and mutually interacting with Yin and Yang on the inside, is the true root of achieving the Dao. A woman without a husband is a resentful woman, and a man without a wife is a lonely man..."

Dai Sanren coughed twice, interrupting: "Yes, yes, yes, what your teacher said is indeed the truth, um, um, I won't take it away, I'll just read it here, just read it."

Liu Xiaolou smiled and didn't say anything, nor did he disturb Dai Sanren reading the book. He sat on the side, continuing to absorb spirit stones, transform true qi, and strike the acupoint gate.

Cultivating for several hours, when he opened his eyes, it was already dusk. He suddenly heard Dai Sanren muttering to himself beside him: "Bright pearl cast in darkness? Bright pearl cast in darkness? This... how to interpret?"

Liu Xiaolou immediately explained: "Senior, the bright pearl is not a real pearl, but born from visualization. Visualize a bright, shining pearl in the abdomen, connected to the root of the Dao below the navel, entering and exiting back and forth. When it enters the root, it is not seen. This is called 'bright pearl cast in darkness'."

Dai Sanren patted his forehead: "So that's it, so that's it." He sat in meditation and pondered its meaning, subconsciously moving back and forth on the terrace. The terrace was built of bamboo and wood, and for a time, it was shaken by him with a creaking sound, but he was completely unaware.

Liu Xiaolou found it funny, but didn't speak to disturb him. Instead, he got up and left the terrace to burn fire and cook at the stove.

A five-colored pheasant was thrown on the woodpile, its neck broken. It should have been caught by the great white goose just now, and even the internal organs had been removed. So he plucked the feathers, smeared it with sauce, forked it with a tree branch, and baked it by the stove.

After the water in the pot boiled, he cut up bamboo fungus, wild vegetables, and wild melons to stew.

After more than half an hour, the meal was ready: a pot of soup and a fat chicken.

The great white goose smelled the fragrance and rushed out of the forest, disturbing Dai Sanren, who had been subconsciously moving back and forth. Dai Sanren woke up as if from a big dream and laughed: "The stomach is empty, this method is indeed extraordinary."

The two and one goose sat around and ate. Dai Sanren talked about some strange anecdotes in the cultivation world, or asked about some difficult points in the "Yin-Yin Yin Yang Jing Jing." The meal was very lively.

Three days passed like this. Dai Sanren put down the scripture and sighed: "The Dao in this is infinitely profound. Don't read too much, otherwise you will indulge and be unable to extricate yourself."

Liu Xiaolou asked: "Senior, you're not reading anymore?"

Dai Sanren said: "Three days of work, what I've learned is enough. And this Dao cannot just be buried in the meaning of the scripture, it must be... um... experienced..."

Liu Xiaolou pointed out: "When Teacher was alive, he often went to First Lane in Wuchao Town to experience it. Teacher once said that Sister Qing at the entrance of the lane, although she hadn't learned this scripture, was self-taught, and the interaction between them was mutually beneficial, quite miraculous."

Dai Sanren said happily: "That's great, um, Xiaolou, I'll go down the mountain and won't disturb you anymore."

After Dai Sanren left, Liu Xiaolou also reached the critical moment of cultivation. With the consumption of the last spirit stone, the Tianquan acupoint gate was finally pried open, and internal energy surged in, accumulating in the Tianquan pool.

The second acupoint was finally broken!

Calculating, there were three days left until the first day of the eleventh month agreed upon with Wei Hongqing. It was time to set off.

He had also been thinking these days whether to go to the appointment. After thinking about it, he still felt he should go. It wasn't for that old ginseng, and of course, it wasn't just for the possible "deal." The key was that it was Wei Hongqing's invitation. In any case, he was his only good friend. Besides him, no one else was willing to pit him...

The great white goose stood in front of the firewood door, raising its neck to watch Liu Xiaolou go, quacking.

Liu Xiaolou smoothed the goose feathers on its head: "Guard the house well. If you see any good things outside, don't bring them back regardless of everything. You have to distinguish people, understand?"

Early winter was approaching, and the water level of the Wuchao River had dropped a lot. When poling the bamboo raft down the mountain, it was quite difficult in many places. It was only when the moon climbed onto the treetops that he merged into the downstream, following the river down. He traveled one hundred and fifty miles overnight and landed at the river bend where the Wuchao River turned south.

This place was still seventy or eighty miles away from Tianmen Market, and he needed to cross Wuling Mountain. It was said that Wuling Mountain was steep and the cliffs were precipitous, not comparable to the slowly undulating mountain terrain of Wulong Mountain. Not only were there many poisonous insects and fierce beasts, but there were also thieves.

But this mountain stretched north and south. If he took a detour, it would add nearly two hundred miles, which was too troublesome. Liu Xiaolou's cultivation had been advancing bravely and diligently recently, so he thought there shouldn't be any big problems. After adjusting his breathing at the foot of the mountain, regardless of the fact that it was not yet dawn, he was in high spirits and took advantage of the night to climb the mountain.

This was his first time entering Wuling Mountain. Just after crossing a small hill, a deep ravine appeared in front of him. The ravine was more than twenty zhang deep. Under the moonlight, the ravine water shimmered, and it didn't look very deep. He couldn't see the end on both sides. If he took a detour, he didn't know how far he would have to go.

It was only about ten zhang away from the opposite hill, and the old pine tree growing horizontally on the hill at the nearest point slanted down toward his side, estimated to be less than ten zhang away. But it was this distance that made Liu Xiaolou, at the third stage of Qi Refinement, unable to cross, and he could only sigh.

Even if Teacher were still here, he wouldn't be able to cross, right? I don't know if I can jump over after building a foundation?

Looking left and right, there was no tree growing ten zhang high, so building a bridge or something was really inconvenient.

The most convenient way was to go straight up and down. ===== CHAPTER 22 =====