Chapter 27: Daoist Taboo, Supplementing Primordial Spirit

Dark night, no light.

Heavy rain poured, thunder shook, and the occasional lightning illuminated the boundless darkness.

Scarlet blood flowed all over the ground, and noisy sounds occasionally rose from afar, lingering in the ears, buzzing and unpleasant.

Twelve-year-old Zhang Fan knelt in the heavy rain, guarding his mother who had long since lost her breath, crying heart-piercingly, crying weakly and helplessly...

"Zhang Lingzong..."

A roar came from afar, through the heavy rain, as if to cover the thunder.

Weak and helpless Zhang Fan looked up mechanically, his eyes filled with despair, looking at the boundless dark night in the distance, as if wanting to see everything around him clearly.

Thunder rumbled, becoming more and more magnificent.

In the wind and rain, he was as weak as a small beast about to die.

"Don't cry..."

Just then, a faint but warm voice came from behind. Zhang Fan was stunned. The heavy rain had not stopped, but it no longer fell on him. Looking up, I don't know when, an umbrella was propped up, blocking the top of his head.

Zhang Fan turned around subconsciously and saw a little girl of his age walking out of the dark night, holding a black umbrella, standing behind him.

"Who are you?" Zhang Fan asked mechanically, his eyes only numb.

"My name is Jiang Lai!"

The little girl whispered, her clear eyes appearing even more ethereal under the illumination of the lightning that tore through the sky.

"Jiang Lai..."

Early morning, sunlight filtered through the window into the room. Zhang Fan jumped up, sweat had already soaked his clothes.

"Dreaming again!"

Zhang Fan looked at his room in a daze, couldn't help but touch his forehead, and let out a long breath.

Ever since that car accident ten years ago, Zhang Fan had traumatic selective amnesia, and he couldn't remember many things...

Now, I don't know if it's because of cultivation, many pictures always jump out, and even the dreams are a bit chaotic, actually even Jiang Lai was mixed in...

"Thinking about it during the day, dreaming about it at night..." Zhang Fan shook his head.

Perhaps, the three meetings on Zhenwu Mountain made Jiang Lai too deeply rooted in people's hearts. He had asked Daoist Pojie to investigate before, but there has been no response so far.

"Still have to deliver goods today!?"

Zhang Fan picked up his mobile phone, looked at it, his complexion changed slightly, jumped up, washed simply, and went out.

Yujing City, suburbs.

On the quiet mountain road, the Five-Spirit Wuling Hongguang drove slowly, which was the most valuable car in the company.

Bai Buran said that the Five-Spirit Wuling Hongguang is the most suitable car for practitioners.

The so-called five-party spiritual energy penetrates the long sky, and the light of the sun, moon, and stars turns into a surprise rainbow.

Just this name is magnificent, like a great river, the momentum fills the mountains and rivers, and in the agility, it seizes the wonder of creation. For practitioners, it is simply great luck.

Of course, the most critical thing is that it is cheap and durable.

"Little Zhang, I heard you just broke up?"

On the way, Old Yu was driving, tilted his head, and suddenly asked.

"Who... who said that?" Zhang Fan's complexion tightened, and he hurriedly asked.

"Fanfan's circle of friends..." Wen He whispered gently, smiling and taking out her mobile phone, opening Zhang Fan's circle of friends. I saw the latest one was a photo of the school playground, with a sour and painful text:

Revisiting the old place, like carving a boat to seek a sword, only that year, better than every year.

"Holy crap..."

Zhang Fan's old face turned red, and he was instantly burned to the roots of his ears. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and deleted this circle of friends.

People, when breaking up, the conscious spirit is agitated, thoughts fly, deep in it, no matter how sour or pretentious it is, they don't feel it. But once they wake up and look back, they want to slap themselves twice.

That person is definitely not me!!! "Understand... that is the agitation of the conscious spirit, definitely not you..." Old Yu grinned, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Young people, breaking up is very normal. Dying once in heart is simply the ancestral grave smoking green smoke..."

The so-called heart does not die, the Dao does not live. The primordial spirit lives in the mysterious pass, which is the center of the eyebrows, while the conscious spirit lives in the heart.

Therefore, people who have passed the love barrier after breaking up are most suitable for cultivation. Once the heart dies, suppress various thoughts and emotions, and you can see the primordial spirit, and the Dao is born.

It's a pity, most people who break up have agitated conscious spirits, consuming spirit with thoughts and emotions, not only can they not hold one and keep still, but their own magnetic field and energy will drop to the lowest.

Therefore, while these people break up, they often mess up their lives, studies, work, etc.

"Not everyone has the talent to abandon mixed thoughts when passing the love barrier..." Old Yu sighed.

Practitioners are most afraid of wild thoughts flying.

Even if the cultivation is successful, there is a risk of the conscious spirit being agitated and the Great Night Does Not Brighten suffering heavenly punishment.

Thoughts are poison, unless...

"God-Demon Holy Fetus... Old Yu, I heard that there is an inner alchemy method called God-Demon Holy Fetus, which can gather thoughts as medicine..." Zhang Fan said.

Hu...

As soon as the voice fell, the car shook significantly. Old Yu looked ahead, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and after a short silence, he spoke slowly.

"God-Demon Holy Fetus, the most ferocious in the world... This method has ancient origins, and it has only been famous from the outside. I have never heard of anyone in this world who has practiced it."

"Gathering thoughts as medicine is even crazier than the Reverse Immortal Method..." Old Yu paused slightly and continued.

"Zhenwu Mountain has a method, named Heart Demon Induction, which is to turn thoughts into demons and nourish them, and then kill them all at once when they grow up..."

This method is based on 【God-Demon Holy Fetus】. It's just that even if this method is practiced to the end, it still has to kill the thoughts. Even so, it is still extremely dangerous, and the terror is not even one ten-thousandth of 【God-Demon Holy Fetus】.

"God-Demon Holy Fetus, the most ferocious in the world, I don't believe anyone in this world can practice this method."

Old Yu shook his head, full of certainty. In his eyes, this is not a method that humans can practice, like playing with fire and burning themselves, no different from death.

"Daoist gate has thousands of dharma lineages, it is really all-encompassing!" Zhang Fan heard this and couldn't help but sigh, feeling more and more that cultivation is wonderful.

"Daoist gate has thousands of dharma lineages, but they are all the same, holding one as the style of the world..." Old Yu changed the subject and said suddenly: "However... there is only one method, which is a taboo. Throughout the ages, all Daoist practitioners must avoid touching it..."

"What?" Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.

"The so-called cultivation is just to extinguish the conscious spirit, save the primordial spirit, and gather medicine to nourish and refine..."

"This method of gathering medicine is thousands and thousands... but there is one kind that is the taboo of the Daoist gate and the enemy of the world..."

Speaking of this, Old Yu paused, and suddenly said: "Little Zhang, have you heard of supplementing shape with shape?"

"Heard of it, the elderly often say it!" Zhang Fan nodded.

He remembered that when he was a sophomore, Li Yishan injured his arm playing basketball, and his mother sent pig elbows every day for him to eat, saying it was supplementing shape with shape.

"Among practitioners, there is also such a saying... A group of lunatics think, since they are cultivating the primordial spirit, why not supplement shape with shape..."

"You mean..." Zhang Fan's heart jumped, as if he guessed something.

"Throughout the ages, among the Daoist gate in the world, there is a kind of alternative, which is supplementing the primordial spirit as medicine!"

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