Chapter 13: Pure Yang Stele, Lu Zu Chunyang Fa Jian

Qingwei Palace, Pure Yang Hall.

It is said that back then, Patriarch Pure Yang went into seclusion on Zhenwu Mountain, and it was in this palace temple that he attained the Dao for ten years, finally transforming into a rainbow and returning.

This hall is different from the construction of ordinary Ming and Qing Daoist temples, but it is in the Song and Yuan style. The ancient wooden hall door had long been mottled and covered with cracks. A light push sent dust flying all over the floor.

"Responding to tribulations for mortals?"

Zhang Fan followed Pojie Daoist, heard the cause and effect, and couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.

"Daoist, since it is a major matter, why not seal the mountain gate? Wouldn't that save a lot of trouble?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but throw out the question in his heart.

Concerning the inheritance of the lineage, and still opening the mountain gate, with so many tourists coming in and out every day, can't something happen?

"Do you know how much Zhenwu Mountain contributes to the local GDP every year?" Pojie Daoist didn't look back and issued a soul-searching question.

"This..." Zhang Fan was stunned.

"Annual tourism income is 5 billion, you say close the door and close the door?"

"This..."

Zhang Fan was speechless.

"You agree, does the government agree?"

"This..."

Zhang Fan curled his lips and couldn't help but say: "Daoist priests also talk about economic benefits."

"Daoist priests are out of the world, not dead. Whatever you do costs money," Pojie Daoist couldn't help but look back and say: "Not to mention anything else, installing wifi on the mountain costs money..."

"..."

"Besides, the Ancestor said, everywhere in the world is cultivation, a normal heart is cultivation, eating, wearing, living, and traveling is cultivation, you getting a foot massage for 498 is also cultivation..."

"Nothing to do with money."

"Daoist, where do you get a foot massage for 498?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"You really know how to grasp the point." Pojie Daoist glared fiercely, then turned on his flashlight and took Zhang Fan to the second floor.

On the second floor of Pure Yang Hall, it was empty, surrounded by stele carvings and calligraphy and paintings, ancient and old, and I don't know how long it had been passed down.

"This is..."

"Attaining the Dao for eight hundred autumns, never taking a human head with a flying sword. The Jade Emperor has not yet sent a heavenly talisman, so I sell black gold to mix in the world."

Zhang Fan walked to a stele carving, looking at the strange characters on it. Seeing the signature, there was only one name: Lu Yan.

"The stele of Patriarch Pure Yang is enshrined here..." Pojie Daoist bowed and performed a ritual.

"Did Patriarch Pure Yang really practice the Dao here?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Then... is the wooden sword on the sheer cliff of Nanxuan Palace not a prop?"

"Nonsense..." Pojie Daoist heard this, and the flashlight in his hand almost fell to the ground. He glared fiercely and hurriedly bowed: "Ancestor, forgive me... Ancestor, forgive me..."

"That is the Pure Yang Chunyang Fa Jian, don't talk nonsense."

"I just asked casually..."

Zhang Fan curled his lips, cursing Li Yi in his heart, then turned to look at the stele on the wall.

"These words are so strange, like jumping flames."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but say, the closing of each word was upward, like flames rising.

"You have some wisdom roots..."

Pojie Daoist's eyes lit up and couldn't help but say: "Patriarch Pure Yang followed Fire Dragon Daoist to practice alchemy in his early years, and attained the mystery of true fire..."

"Moreover, Daoist true fire is not weaker than thunder method, and it is also extremely difficult to practice..."

"So Patriarch Pure Yang's stele naturally also has a long-lasting charm, hiding the mystery of true fire." Pojie Daoist said solemnly.

"Daoist true fire? What is that?" Zhang Fan asked humbly. "Daoist cultivation emphasizes the four essentials of 【Plant, Gather, Nourish, Refine】..."

"Gathering medicine is to refine and nourish the primordial spirit..."

"Refining medicine requires true fire. To explain it simply..." Pojie thought for a while and continued.

"Thermal energy is the source of life. When a person dies, if there is a breath, it is the last yang energy in the body. After death, the body temperature drops, which is the dissipation of yang energy..."

"Daoist cultivation is to refine all yin dregs and achieve pure yang... Before this, yang energy is scattered in the three treasures of 【Essence, Energy, Spirit】. Ordinary people can't see it or touch it..."

"Only the primordial spirit can understand and mobilize it..."

"The so-called primordial spirit is the true seed we planted, which mobilizes the yang energy in the three treasures of 【Essence, Energy, Spirit】 to ignite it, which is true fire."

"This is the core secret of practicing internal alchemy, so the Daoist books say 【Saints pass on medicine but not fire, the fire temperature has always been known by few】..."

"Everyone's cultivation realm is different, physical condition is different, the yang energy that can be mobilized is different... the fire temperature ignited is naturally different... this cannot be passed on..."

"So in the Daoist sect, fire method is like thunder method, extremely difficult to practice." Pojie explained simply.

"So many doorways."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh. The path of cultivation is truly vast, and just 【True Fire】 involves so many principles.

No wonder the internet says that life cultivation needs a master to pass on, and one cannot close the door and build a car, practicing blindly.

Although many Daoist classics and even cultivation methods can be found on the internet, there are many secret words and dark words in Daoist inheritance... If there is no master's guidance, a difference of a hair will lead to a difference of a thousand miles.

If you practice wrong, it will be light if your body has various problems, such as amenorrhea and infertility, and heavy if you go crazy or become a fool. 【13

Daoist fire arts are like thunder arts; they are all-encompassing, with distinctions between higher and lower techniques.

It is rumored that among fire arts, some powerful ones can even use a person's desires and thoughts as firewood.

"When a person is angry, they say, 'He is on fire'... because the agitation of desires and thoughts is also a type of fire, which Traditional Chinese Medicine calls 'Phase Fire,' while Daoism views it as 'Empty Fire'... because it is formless..."

"However, this 'Empty Fire' can influence a person's behavior. If it is cast into 'True Fire,' then the person, the fire, and the thoughts... the three essences merge into one, which can produce a type of fire that is extremely mysterious within Daoism..."

"'Samadhi True Fire!' Pojie lowered his voice and said."

"'Samadhi True Fire!?' Zhang Fan's eyes lit up; he had seen this in quite a few novels and television dramas."

"'How do you refine it?'"

"'Refine?' Daoist Pojie smiled faintly: 'Samadhi True Fire is a Daoist supernatural ability...'"

"'Supernatural ability, supernatural ability—it can connect with the divine. It is not something obtained through cultivation; it is heaven-born and heaven-bestowed, impossible to cultivate.'"

Daoist Pojie shook his head. Daoist supernatural abilities have no method of cultivation; their origins are mysterious and unfathomable. The outside world views them as heaven-bestowed, and only special people can comprehend them at a moment of opportunity.

Like Chu Chaoran, who comprehended his own Daoist supernatural ability when he was thirty years old.

"'You just stay here... before the Jade Tablet Transmission Assembly ends, don't go out,' Daoist Pojie urged."

"'Rest assured, I am not a person who stirs up trouble.'"

Zhang Fan nodded solemnly. After seeing Pojie off, he began to view the Pure Yang stele rubbings on the wall. Each character seemed to flicker like a flame in his mind. When he grew tired of looking, he sat cross-legged and entered meditation...

At this moment, Zhang Fan was already extremely enjoying that feeling of entering meditation and returning to stillness, with no distracting thoughts and a sense of emptiness.

Especially after entering meditation, he felt as if he were floating in the air, able to see his every move.

However, this time it was a bit different. After entering meditation, he "watched" himself sitting cross-legged in the Pure Yang Hall, as if a ball of firelight were enveloping his body.

"'Does this count as a distracting thought? Have I been looking at the stele rubbings for too long? Sigh, my cultivation is still not up to par,' Zhang Fan sighed longly. As the thought suddenly arose, he woke up from his meditative state."

At the same time, nine hundred meters away, at the Nanxuan Palace, on the sheer cliff face.

That Pure Yang Chunyang Fa Jian, which had stood horizontally for over six hundred years, finally trembled slightly at this moment, sending out a sword hum like a dragon.

(End of chapter)