Chapter 270: Seventeen-Year Cicada, Blowing Clouds to See Gold (Seeking monthly tickets)

Cheng Xinzhan was immersed in the mystery of the "Taiyi Branching Light Sword Technique," and in the blink of an eye, another seven days passed.

When he closed the last page, the golden book in his hand spontaneously ignited with flames. The flames did not burn his hands, but burned the golden book clean.

Cheng Xinzhan was not surprised. This meant it could not be passed on to outsiders.

"Truly mysterious!"

He praised this magic spell, thinking that Emei is truly second to none in the world in the attainment of flying swords.

He already understood seven or eight out of ten of how to cultivate this technique. In the future, it would be deep comprehension and diligent practice, understanding the Dao of aggregation, and grasping the feeling of branching swords into threads.

If he could reach the realm of Ye Yuanjing's manifestation of thousands of sword threads, it could be called great success.

In cultivation, some things cannot be rushed, and some things cannot be hurried. This magic spell that pays attention to subtle details belongs to the latter when practicing.

Cheng Xinzhan adjusted his state of mind and put this matter aside. Immediately, he concentrated his energy and took out the wind dew collected the night before.

The palm-sized dew-bearing bottle, Cheng Xinzhan shook it, and there was a splashing sound of water, which sounded very little.

This was truly hard-won.

He was going to refine the wind dew. He hung a "Closed-door cultivation, do not disturb" sign outside the door. To be safe, even in the Xichuan Sword Pavilion, he still took out some command flags and talismans, and specially set up a formation in the quiet room to avoid disturbance and peeping.

In addition, he also released both flying swords and placed them on his left and right sides. These were also the two magic treasures with the most spirituality he currently had, and there was no problem with guarding against danger.

Finally, he manifested the Dragon-Tiger Jade Ruyi and placed it in his bosom, which could transform into the Dragon-Tiger Body-Protecting Divine Light at any time. If even this shattered, there was the "Crimson-Purple Replacement Mirror." If the "Crimson-Purple Replacement Mirror" could not protect him, then the Sect Master would know.

The reason for being so cautious was that the "Proof of Emptiness Scripture" said that refining wind dew is very dangerous. The body might be out of control, and it would produce confusion about the passage of time, which is a huge danger for cultivators.

And according to the "Proof of Emptiness Scripture," there are many requirements for refining wind dew. After reading it, Cheng Xinzhan felt that some could be followed, and some were unnecessary.

For example, the timing. The scripture says to refine it at the You hour. This naturally has nothing to say, just follow it. The collection of this wind dew is originally closely related to the timing. And the You hour is when the sun sets and the moon rises, and Yin and Yang are cut off, which sounds very reasonable.

There is also the geographical advantage, saying it is best to refine it under a green pine, taking the imagery of the green pine not withering through wind, frost, and snow.

Cheng Xinzhan felt that this should be for the sake of ritual and comfort. However, it is better than nothing, and Cheng Xinzhan is also willing to go through the motions. It just so happened that there was a large green pine bonsai in this quiet room, and Cheng Xinzhan moved it over.

The Buddhist scriptures also talked about various qualities of green pine, and how to choose green pine. Cheng Xinzhan was too lazy to go out and look for it specifically.

As for the human factor, the scripture says that the taker needs to fast in advance to purify the internal organs. Cheng Xinzhan felt that this was reasonable. Daoist elixir taking and Qi eating also have this requirement. However, he had been fasting for many years, and it had been a long time since he last drank alcohol, so this did not need to be specially prepared.

Cheng Xinzhan regulated his breath and cultivated Qi, quietly waiting until the You hour.

Immediately, he opened the dew-bearing bottle and took a drop of wind dew, only the size of a millet grain.

This was also according to the amount of gradual progress mentioned in the scripture.

The scripture also says that there must be something to take it with, because wind dew is Yin, so it should be taken with hot lead, or it can also be taken with other Yang-natured earth and wood spiritual objects.

Seeing this, Cheng Xinzhan became more and more convinced that this decaying wind is a rare Heavenly Gang.

He felt that he didn't need to refer to the scripture for this thing to take it with, because he was too familiar with it, and he had the best thing to take it with.

The experience of taking "White Blight Bai Wuchang Baleful Qi" a few days ago was still there. One Earth Yin Baleful Wind, one Heaven Yin Gang Wind, they would not be much different in Yin and Yang, so he just used "Huang Huang Ji Zheng Wu Baleful Qi" to assist in taking it.

The scripture says that taking it should be divided into three steps.

The first step is "Cicada Transformation," which requires closing the mouth and containing the wind dew on the tongue.

The book says that this is the step that best reflects the opportunity. A person takes wind dew once in a lifetime, and only this first time of containing it on the tongue has a strange opportunity. After taking it again later, it will never appear again.

The scriptures say that after the tongue contains this dew, the body becomes paralyzed, and the thoughts are drawn out, lodging into the cicada to realize life and death. Yet everyone's opportunity is different, and the distinction lies in the duration of the lodging.

Those with worse opportunities will come to the autumn cicada, and when the autumn wind blows, they will soon realize the true meaning of death. Those with slightly better opportunities will come to the summer cicada, and before experiencing death, they will also experience a cycle of prosperity and decline.

If the luck is a little better, they will lodge in the ground cicada. At this time, the cicada is still dormant underground, and the dew taker can fully enjoy the time gain brought by the wind dew. Perhaps only one night has passed in reality, but several years have passed in the underground cicada body.

However, this also depends on when the consciousness of the dew taker awakens. Some people lodge in the cicada body and really think they are cicadas, muddled and confused, then perhaps the time of several years underground is wasted in vain.

Even worse, when the autumn wind rises, if they have not awakened yet, they will die with the cicada and their spirit will be extinguished, and they will never wake up again.

This is what the scripture often says: between life and death, there is great opportunity, and also great terror.

Cheng Xinzhan was already prepared. He wanted to see how many years of cicada he was.

He used "Huang Huang Ji Zheng Wu Baleful Qi" to guard the Twelve-Story Building, not letting the wind dew dissipate. Afterward, he opened his mouth, pressed the tip of his tongue against his upper palate, and then sent this millet-sized drop of wind dew into his mouth and contained it under his tongue.

Bitter!

The moment the dew touched his tongue, it was such a violent bitter taste.

Cheng Xinzhan had never tasted such bitterness.

His body was swept by a wave of numbness, more numb than when he was bathed in thunder during the Golden Core Tribulation, and soon he lost all feeling and was completely out of control. Soon, tears flowed down, blurring his eyes, and then illusions were born.

Fortunately, he had read the scripture in advance, and Cheng Xinzhan had expected this, so he was not too panicked.

His consciousness came to a dark place. Cheng Xinzhan still could not feel his body, and even his consciousness was very blurred, looking very tired. His brain seemed to be stuffed with paste, and he couldn't remember anything.

But fortunately, Cheng Xinzhan had already suffered the losses he should have suffered. Now he had experience in dealing with this kind of void realm.

In the inner landscape world and the Purple Palace, there were occasional bird chirps and dog barks, reminding him that this was a void illusion, not reality. He operated the Pure Yang Dharma, tightly guarding the Divine Fire and Intent Earth, and his original heart was not lost, so his consciousness slowly became clear.

He just regarded himself as a spectator.

Gradually, a sweet and bitter taste came from his mouth, like a kind of tree sap. Slowly, his body also had a feeling of cold and warmth.

This process lasted for a very long time, a very long time.

He only knew that if calculated according to the breathing he was familiar with, it should be 65.5 million times. Judging from the cold and warmth transmitted from his body, it alternated between cold and heat seventeen times.

That should be seventeen years.

Thus, he also knew that it turned out his opportunity was the "Seventeen-Year Cicada."

But the Star Lord in his heart palace only crowed four times, and he knew that the real time had only passed four days.

However, the feeling of the passage of time was so clear, so clear that he used seventeen years to sort out all the gains and losses of his thirty-two years of cultivation.

He knew that he had already obtained the greatest opportunity of taking wind dew. As for his initial purpose of searching for the decaying wind, if he could get his wish, that would be the best. Even if he couldn't get his wish, he would have no great regrets.

Suddenly one day, he felt that the warmth transmitted from his body this time was particularly strong. His whole body had a kind of numbness, as if his body and limbs that had been curled up for a long time had unfolded, and his five senses had also become clear.

Immediately afterward, he climbed to a high place involuntarily. Not long after, bright light suddenly came. After the white light disappeared and the universe entered his eyes, full of emerald green, he realized that he had come to a forest wilderness.

"Zhi—"

Suddenly, he heard a loud noise, which startled him.

"Zhi-liao—Zhi-liao—"

The loud noise was higher than the last, becoming more and more high-pitched, as if it would never stop, covering up all the bird chirps in this forest wilderness.

Cheng Xinzhan understood. It turned out that this was the sound he made. Although it was only his first attempt at a new sound, it had already shaken the mountains and forests, causing the birds to fly away in surprise.

For the next thirty days, he drank wind and ate dew, flapping his wings and flying high. Under the scorching sun, his golden armor was brilliant, and his crowing sound was like a sword, piercing through the clouds.

Cheng Xinzhan was already completely familiar with this body, as if he were born a cicada.

He kept his spiritual platform clear, telling himself in his heart that this was just a dream and would wake up at any time. However, although he had this thought in his heart, during this month or so, he did not put his thoughts anywhere else, but just regarded himself as a cicada, crowing wantonly, flying freely, and realizing another kind of life.

Realizing fate through life, obtaining the Dao through observation. Borrowing the false to seek the true, it is nothing more than this.

However, transforming into a cicada also had things that made him hard to speak of. Perhaps his wings were too brilliant, or his crowing was too high-pitched, there were often female cicadas coming up to entwine their necks, which made him annoyed, so he always flew from this tree to that tree, not daring to stop.

And as the weather turned cool and the autumn Qi became stronger, he could feel the light and thin wings gradually becoming stiff, the beautiful clear sound gradually becoming dry and hoarse, and even if the fresh and sweet leaf juice entered his mouth again, it was bitter and unbearable.

He looked up and saw wild geese crying in the long sky, floating clouds covering the sun, and frost Qi faintly, so he knew that his time was running out.

Until one day, the ground was silvery white, morning frost dyed his back, and the autumn wind rose like a knife, and he saw his kind falling to the ground one after another. He knew that his fate had arrived. Soon, his six feet loosened, and he also fell from the tree branch, falling into the dust.

From emerging from the soil and undergoing metamorphosis to sprout wings, until the wings wither and fall to the ground, seventeen years of hibernation underground only summon thirty-six days of loud chirping.

His body was stiff and motionless. Cheng Xinzhan realized the feeling of death approaching step by step. Soon, the overwhelming frost covered him like snow, freezing this cicada to death.

Immediately afterward, it was endless darkness and cold, wanting to extinguish his consciousness...

Cheng Xinzhan slowly opened his eyes and looked outside. The waning moon was like a hook, and the night was cool like water.

Seventeen years and one month, like a dream.

He smiled and said to himself,

"'Zhou and the butterfly, I and the autumn cicada, there must be a distinction. This is called object transformation.'"

He emptied his mind for a while, and waited until the feeling of being a cicada dissipated a little, and the familiarity of being a human gradually recovered, before he continued to take the dew.

The second step of taking the dew is called "Tooth Falling."

The Buddhist scriptures say that wind dew is gold baleful Qi, which enters the body and rots the bones. If swallowed rashly, all the bones in the body will become crisp and become a pool of rotten meat. If you want to avoid this situation, then replace bones with teeth.

Teeth are the surplus of bones. Before the wind dew enters the body, first apply it to the teeth, so that the teeth can bear this decaying intention. Combined with the first step, it is "tongue tastes the meaning of decay, teeth replace the reality of decay," so that after truly swallowing the wind dew into the body, there is a chance to resist the blowing of the decaying wind.

He waited until the You hour of the next day, used "Huang Huang Ji Zheng Wu Baleful Qi" to guard the Twelve-Story Building, and did not let the decaying wind blow into the inner landscape world. This time he took a drop of wind dew the size of a soybean, sent it into his mouth again, used his tongue to apply the wind dew to his teeth, and bit his teeth tightly.

Sour!

This second mouthful was actually so sour.

Cheng Xinzhan felt that his teeth were going to be sour, no, it was not a feeling, it seemed that they really fell out. However, he soon couldn't care about it. This sourness started from the teeth and soon spread to his whole body.

All the bones in his body were sour. How could it be so sour, as if the bones were old and rotten and were going to melt away, as if there were ants crawling in the bones and needles pricking.

Cheng Xinzhan wanted to grit his teeth and persist, but he couldn't feel the existence of his teeth. His body trembled slightly involuntarily. This pain was comparable to the true baleful Qi rushing into the acupoints many years ago.

Time came to the end of the Hai hour, and the sourness that seeped out from the bones slowly faded away. Until the Zi hour, he felt that his body could slowly be controlled.

What a powerful wind dew!

He was already covered in sweat, took out a handkerchief to wipe it, and then realized there was a foreign object in his mouth. He reached out to catch it, opened his mouth and spat, and it was a tooth.

Fortunately.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but not too many fell.

The Buddhist scriptures say that the number of falling teeth is related to the bone age and remaining lifespan of the person taking the dew. The younger the bone age and the more remaining lifespan, the fewer will fall naturally.

However, he carefully looked at the shape of the teeth. Why do they look a bit like incisors!

He felt very bad, manifested a Dharma mirror and took a look.

"Ah!"

He screamed out of control, then closed his mouth tightly, immediately put away the mirror, and decided not to open his mouth until the new teeth grew out! Absolutely not!

However, fortunately, after tasting bitterness and sourness, he finally reached the last step, the true refining of wind dew.

There was not much wind dew left. After waiting until the time came to the You hour, he drank it all in one gulp and controlled the "Huang Huang Ji Zheng Wu Baleful Qi" to gradually open the Twelve-Story Building, letting the wind dew flow in slowly.

"Whoosh—"

A strong wind blew up in the inner landscape small world.

Cold wind, cold wind, decaying wind, killing wind, wind that splits gold and cracks stone, wind of disaster and five decays, this is a wind far more powerful than "White Blight Bai Wuchang Baleful Qi."

However, Cheng Xinzhan was also well prepared. The five inner landscape gods moved together, pinched seals and chanted spells, and the five mansions shone brightly, resisting the blowing of the decaying wind. At the same time, each separated a force, transforming into five-colored divine brilliance, protecting the Crimson Palace. In the Purple Palace, there was the Crimson-Purple Replacement Mirror, and in the Huang Ting, there was the Dragon-Tiger Golden Core.

The decaying wind could not blow into any of the vital parts.

The tendons and bones had been replaced by the mouth and teeth, so at this time, the decaying wind had no intention of entanglement and only went to blow the flesh and blood. However, there was "Huang Huang Ji Zheng Wu Baleful Qi" to stop the wind and block it in front, and "Rain-Moistening and Nourishing Gang" to nourish it all the way behind. Although this decaying wind was powerful, Cheng Xinzhan had made full preparations step by step. Except for losing a straight incisor, it did not set off any storms in his body.

Under the suppression of "Huang Huang Ji Zheng Wu Baleful Qi" and various inner landscape gods, this wind gradually became honest. Finally, as the wind bird divine form appeared, this wind finally completely surrendered.

Cheng Xinzhan named it "Plain Wind Cool Heavenly Gang." Plain is white, autumn, gold, and sorrow, but it sounds more elegant and tactful. Otherwise, it is always said that the decaying wind is blowing in the body, or it is said that the wind of disaster and five decays is blowing, which is not very good to hear, and the omen is not very good.

Driven by the wind bird, the calmed Plain Wind slowly blew into the Huang Tinggong.

The Huang Tinggong is like a furnace tripod, in which a Dragon-Tiger Golden Core shines brightly. Around the Dragon-Tiger Golden Core, there is a circle of gray clouds.

This is the tribulation cloud, indicating the time of Cheng Xinzhan's next Golden Core Tribulation.

At this time, there is still a distance between the tribulation cloud and the Golden Core. Although this distance looks very short in the inner landscape small world, the speed of the tribulation cloud moving toward the Golden Core is even slower, so slow that it needs another fifty-two cycles of spring and autumn in the outside world for this tribulation cloud to touch the Golden Core.

Some people want the tribulation cloud to move slower, and some people want the tribulation cloud to move faster. And Cheng Xinzhan is undoubtedly the latter.

And as the Plain Wind poured into the Huang Tinggong and blew on the tribulation cloud, it was obvious that the speed of this tribulation cloud moving toward the Golden Core became much faster.

Indeed!

The wind of timing can blow the tribulation of timing!

"Haha! Although the thousand-fold washing is hard, the wild sand is blown away to reach the gold, to reach the gold! Hahahaha—"

In this refined residence of the Xichuan Sword Pavilion, Cheng Xinzhan's happy laughter rang out, lasting for a long time.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 271 =====