[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-5":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Pure Yang!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2267105,4427,"Chapter 5: The Method of Cultivation: The Black-Robed Girl","pure-yang-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>On the mountain, night fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky had darkened; wind howled outside the window, not a single light to be seen, all dim and hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the room, Zhang Fan still replayed the old conman’s lecture in his mind, then lay on the bed and pulled out his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Can’t resist the urge to contact her again?” Li Yi said, sneering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some people are only meant to be met; some stories are only meant to be cherished,” Zhang Fan said, expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Li Yi leapt to his feet and bowed deeply to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you bowing to me?” Zhang Fan asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please stop being so saccharine! I’m about to throw up my dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only when one passes through the emotional barrier does one become this insufferable—you start thinking every love song was written for you… Such a rare state.” Zhang Fan said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, his mood seemed less heavy than before he climbed the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only when one passes through the emotional barrier or the barrier of life and death does the conscious spirit grow most agitated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the old Daoist’s words echoed again in Zhang Fan’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How does one achieve stillness and enter meditative absorption?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Li Yi leaned over, glanced at the search terms on Zhang Fan’s phone, and frowned strangely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing? We’re here to tour—you’re not seriously thinking of becoming a Daoist, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s an old Chinese tradition: since you’ve come, you might as well fully immerse yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan kept his eyes glued to the various posts on the little yellow book, while Li Yi rummaged through drawers and cabinets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looking for the hotel’s flashlight—we’re going night-hiking on Zhenwu Mountain,” Li Yi said, crawling into a cabinet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Laozi said: returning to the root is called stillness; this is called returning to life… If you wish to fathom the essence of life, only stillness can achieve it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a post caught Zhang Fan’s attention—the poster’s ID was 【Thousand-Year Demon】, and the avatar was pure black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Dan Shu says: suddenly awaken to the true self, the heavenly cycle ignites the fire, burning until the golden body appears, proving the fruit of non-action.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, the true self refers to the Nascent Soul…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Nascent Soul isn’t cultivated—it’s innate. Longevity is cultivated; the Nascent Soul dwells between the eyes, a space the Daoists call Xuanguan, the Confucians call Xuzhong, the Buddhists call Lingtai—all the same thing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Journey to the West contains many Daoist and Buddhist metaphors: Lingtai Fangcun Mountain refers precisely to this part of the human body—thus, only when Sun Wukong reaches there can he hear the Dao and cultivate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For ordinary people, cultivation likewise begins only with stillness, reviving the Nascent Soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s something here,” Zhang Fan said, suddenly interested, and kept reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In recent years, many novels and films mention the revival of spiritual energy, but spiritual energy has never vanished—it’s just invisible to ordinary people. Scientifically speaking, the human eye has 125 million photoreceptor cells, which generate signals transmitted via the optic nerve to the brain, processed into images…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet human vision can only perceive light within a limited wavelength range, and hearing is similarly restricted by frequency…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thus, Buddhism says the world perceived through the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind is illusory—that’s the phrase: ‘All forms are illusory.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you see forms as non-forms, you see the Tathagata.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is the Tathagata? It is true nature—it is the Nascent Soul… It is seeing through phenomena to the essence; viewing the world through the Nascent Soul reveals countless things previously unseen…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you truly enter stillness, not a single thought arises, that beam of heavenly light entering you may be called spiritual energy—or Buddha-nature—the name is merely a label… At that level, you will know what the true world truly is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stared at his phone, increasingly absorbed. He had to admit—the poster named Thousand-Year Demon understood the essence of Daoist, Buddhist, and Confucian teachings deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daoism emphasizes dual cultivation of nature and life: nature cultivation is self-realized, life cultivation is transmitted by a master. Nature cultivation refers to the method of entering stillness to cultivate the Nascent Soul…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then how does one self-realize stillness!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point in the post, Zhang Fan perked up—he’d finally found what he was looking for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is paid content. Please pay 888 yuan to continue viewing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hate this era where knowledge equals money,” Zhang Fan muttered, gritting his teeth as he paid 888 yuan. After clicking “Continue Viewing,” he froze—the page instantly redirected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhenwu Mountain Stillness Retreat… Now you can use an 888-yuan voucher to enroll?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…,” Zhang Fan felt scammed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed the phone aside, took a deep breath, and calmed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?” Li Yi asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing… nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan shook his head, picked up the phone again, and began searching on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, he realized: methods for stillness were everywhere online—Zen meditation, mindfulness, observation of cessation, yoga—hundreds, even thousands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed every school, every religion emphasized entering stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Zhang Fan chose the most common Daoist method: seated breathing. He began to try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simple: cross-legged, hands clasped below the navel three inches, eyes half-closed, tongue touching the upper palate… The key was listening to the breath…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Between each inhale and exhale lies the breath… When thoughts swarm, focus your attention on your breathing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the method of ‘One thought replacing ten thousand thoughts.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan memorized the essentials, sat cross-legged, and at first worried whether his posture was correct—then, thoughts flooded in: memories of campus days, sweet moments with her… Like a tide, they surged, creating a sharp contrast with his present situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came pain, sorrow, anxiety, fear—emotions overflowed like a flood, leaving Zhang Fan on pins and needles, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When one enters between the two barriers, the conscious spirit grows most agitated…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Daoist’s words echoed again in his mind. Zhang Fan clenched his teeth, drew a deep breath, and forced his focus onto the rhythm of his breathing. Slowly, the turbulent emotions calmed; scattered thoughts faded one by one…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s breath became steady and deep. He felt his body relax, soft and warm…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the Daoist texts said: concentrating the vital energy to become supple—can one become like an infant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not reached that state yet, but the sensation was profoundly rare. Gradually, Zhang Fan felt a light seep from outside his body, entering his half-closed eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When not a single thought arises, the conscious spirit returns to stillness… When that beam of heavenly light enters, you will see a world never seen before…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Daoist’s words flowed through his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve done it… I’ve done it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice echoed in Zhang Fan’s mind, filled with the joy of awakening to the Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The hotel flashlight is really bright…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Li Yi’s voice rang in his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn… I knew it,” Zhang Fan cursed inwardly, snapping his eyes open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night was dark, wind sharp, the ancient temple before him like a sleeping beast, not a single light around—amidst the void, something unknown seemed hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where… where is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan froze. Hadn’t he just been in the hotel? His spirit reeled, dazed, and he walked toward the temple hidden in the night. Looking up, he saw three ancient characters: Nanyuan Palace!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Nanyuan Palace?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan stared in shock. That day, he and Li Yi had climbed for three and a half hours to reach the Golden Summit—how could he have blinked and found himself here from the hotel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan grew uneasy, whirled around—and suddenly, every hair on his body stood on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the mountain path nearby, a figure stood…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s face changed. Under the pale moonlight, he made out a girl: short hair brushing her shoulders, pale skin, ethereal aura, dressed in black brocade robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s her!” Zhang Fan gasped—it was the black-robed girl he’d seen in the Zixiao Palace’s worship hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1361,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","58466203fe074a0dbe13af6a2f76daf180e2b6d655f0afebb92a73127465afb9","pure-yang-chapter-6","pure-yang-chapter-4",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]