Chapter 5: Bai Yun Sutra

"Strange?"

Wang Yu's curiosity was greatly aroused, and he walked toward the stone house immediately.

As a result, when he was two steps away from the stone house, he felt a thick chill rushing toward his face, and he stopped his steps immediately.

"Is it very cool? And the closer you get, the cooler it is. I once touched the wall with my hand, but it was too cold, and I couldn't persist for long." Dongyue saw this and clapped his hands and laughed.

Wang Yu heard this, couldn't help but take two more steps, put a palm on the wall, and suddenly a bone-chilling cold came over, making him grin, hurriedly took his hand back, and retreated several steps away.

The little Taoist saw this and laughed until he leaned forward and backward.

This stone house is indeed very strange. What is inside?

Wang Yu was even more curious about this stone house.

In the following time, Wang Yu followed Dongyue to play with various weapons on the weapon rack, messed around for a while, and then returned to the front square of the Taoist temple, returned to his room, and lived there temporarily.

At dusk, Dongyue sent a few coarse grain steamed buns mixed with white flour and a small plate of salted vegetables. Wang Yu finished eating almost wolfishly, and then went to the main hall to see Daoist Chongyun.

"After joining this temple, this 'Bai Yun Sutra' must be read and recited thoroughly, and it must be recited three times every day. This is the 'Bai Yun Sutra' I wrote myself. You seem to be able to read some characters, look at it first, and I will explain the sutra once." Daoist Chongyun saw Wang Yu and threw a yellow-skinned sutra book from his sleeve.

Wang Yu caught the sutra book in a flurry, agreed, and flipped through it page by page. I saw that every page was full of characters the size of soybeans, all of which were characters similar to clerical script, occasionally some were similar but different, but he could guess the general meaning, and his heart was relieved.

Daoist Chongyun began to explain. At first listen, every sentence seemed unfathomable, but after Wang Yu pondered it carefully in his heart, he was a bit dumbfounded. Didn't the things the other party explained over and over again all belong to the most classic words of inaction of Taoism on Blue Star?

Soon, the pages were flipped to the last page by him. On the originally blank page, after his gaze swept over it, a strange picture slowly emerged.

This is……

Wang Yu was shocked, hurriedly looked at it carefully. The picture was a cloud-shaped pattern composed of twisted black lines.

Daoist Chongyun saw Wang Yu like this, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and the explanation in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Wang Yu couldn't care about the Daoist's reaction. He only felt that the pattern was ordinary at first glance, but when he tried to see the black lines clearly, the picture began to blur, and at the same time, bouts of dizziness came.

What is going on here?

Wang Yu blinked his somewhat astringent eyes and tried to look at it again.

A strange thing happened.

The black lines in the pattern began to twist. Although very slow, they were indeed changing like living things, and they strongly attracted his gaze like a black hole, making him unable to move his eyes away again.

Wang Yu held the sutra book like a demon, but didn't notice that as time passed, a look of disappointment appeared on the Daoist's face opposite.

After a full cup of tea, when Wang Yu was so dizzy that he wanted to vomit, the Daoist finally spoke:

"Stop. Watching this thing for the first time, there is no benefit in watching it for too long. I didn't expect that you actually have spiritual sense, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see this 'Cloud Pattern'."

The Daoist's voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in Wang Yu's ears, making him shiver, finally forcing his gaze away from the sutra book. At this time, he felt exceptionally tired, as if he had just stayed up all night.

"Hoo... hoo... Temple Master, what is spiritual sense? I have this thing? What is 'this Cloud Pattern'?" Wang Yu breathed out a few breaths before asking in a series of shock.

"Spiritual sense is a kind of talent. 'Cloud Pattern' is not a worldly object. Only those with spiritual sense can see it. Often, one in a thousand people can have spiritual sense. You are still young. If it were before... forget it, you go down first." The Daoist looked at Wang Yu in front of him with complex eyes, explained a few words, and then sighed, waving his hand to let the boy go down.

"Temple Master, this book……" Wang Yu was full of confusion, but still raised the "Bai Yun Sutra" in his hand and asked.

Wang Yu noticed that the cloud pattern on the last page of the "Bai Yun Sutra" had disappeared at this moment, and the page had become blank again.

"You have spiritual sense, and you joined the temple at this time, which can be considered fate with me. This 'Bai Yun Sutra' will be given to you. You can watch this pattern when your spirit recovers in the future. Give you a piece of advice, with your current situation, you can only watch it once a day. When you feel physical discomfort, stop immediately. If you continue like this, it may be of some benefit to your spiritual growth." The Daoist hesitated for a moment and urged.

"Thank you, Temple Master, for the reward, then the disciple will retire."

Wang Yu thanked him and exited the main hall with full of doubts.

Daoist Chongyun stood motionless in the main hall, looking at Wang Yu's receding back.

"What a pity."

In the quiet main hall, a murmur still sounded.

Wang Yu naturally didn't know the Daoist's self-talk in the main hall. After returning to his room, he couldn't help but flip the sutra book to the last page again, put it on the table and watched it carefully, but after his gaze swept over it, except for the thick fatigue coming from his brain, nothing happened.

"It seems that Daoist Chongyun was right. This thing must wait until the spirit recovers to normal before it can be watched again." Wang Yu could only close the sutra book again, paced back and forth in the room, and carefully pondered the things he encountered today.

There is no doubt that whether it is the astonishing palm print on the stone lock or the strange pattern on the "Bai Yun Sutra," they all indicate that this Daoist Chongyun is likely related to the supernatural mysterious power he has been looking for. And judging from the words of his conversation today, this "spiritual sense" seems to be a prerequisite for contacting this kind of power.

"Cloud Pattern, spiritual sense."

After Wang Yu muttered two sentences, he stopped his steps and stared at his hands for a while.

Although his soul was an adult from the 21st century, this body was only a minor body of ten years old. And according to what Daoist Chongyun said, spiritual sense is a talent that one in a thousand people might have. It seems a bit too coincidental that this body possesses this kind of talent.

But having said that, spiritual sense seems to be related to mental power, and he was possessed. From this point of view, the spiritual sense of this body is likely related to his own spirit.

It wouldn't be that this body didn't have spiritual sense originally, but because he, an adult consciousness, traveled from Blue Star and merged with part of "Wang Tiezhu's" memory, it became possessed of this talent?

Wang Yu guessed wildly like this.

No matter what, since he found the clue to the supernatural mysterious power of this world, then before leaving this world, he must think of ways to collect more relevant information from Daoist Chongyun, so that he can make a great contribution after returning to Blue Star.

Thinking of the beautiful life promised by Dr. Chen and others after making a contribution, Wang Yu's spirit couldn't help but be greatly lifted, and the fatigue in his brain was reduced a lot.

He put away the "Bai Yun Sutra," carefully placed it under the wooden pillow on the bed, and couldn't help but fall asleep on the bed.

The next morning.

Wang Yu was awakened by a burst of urgent knocking on the door in a daze. He yawned, got up and just opened the door, and Dongyue rushed in.

"Junior Brother Qiuye, what time is it, you are still sleeping? If you don't hurry up, you won't make it." Dongyue grabbed Wang Yu's hand and pulled him out in a hurry.

"What won't make it?" Wang Yu followed Dongyue and walked out of the room subconsciously, full of confusion.

"Of course, the time for the Temple Master to pass on martial arts. As long as you are recorded in the Taoist register of this temple, the Temple Master will give free guidance once a month. After all, we paid a large amount of offerings to join the temple, so we must pass on some real things, but there is only one morning period. If you miss it, you have to wait until next month. Yesterday I saw that you seemed very interested in martial arts, so you can't miss it even more." Dongyue said quickly.

Wang Yu was overjoyed upon hearing this, and after thanking him repeatedly, he followed Dongyue straight to the martial arts field behind the Taoist temple.

Sure enough, Daoist Chongyun, who was dressed in short, tight clothes, had been waiting there for a long time. As soon as he saw the two coming over, he immediately signaled Wang Yu to wait on the side, and ordered Dongyue:

"Dongyue, according to convention, show me the Jin Gang Stick Technique once, let me see if there is any progress."

"Yes, Temple Master, I feel that my stick technique has increased greatly recently."

Dongyue agreed joyfully, went to the weapon rack beside him and pulled out the long stick. After returning to the center of the field, he began to practice stick techniques while shouting and yelling……

Perhaps because of the Daoist's presence, Dongyue's stick swung significantly more vigorously than yesterday. Not only was every move and style well-organized, but even the shouting of the last move was three points louder than yesterday. However, the size of the small soil pit left by the stick hitting the ground was about the same.

When Dongyue finished practicing the stick technique sweating profusely and looked at the Daoist, his chubby face was full of expressions of "come and praise me."

Wang Yu also clapped his hands until they were almost painful on the side.

Daoist Chongyun saw this, the corners of his eyes twitched twice, and after a long while, he said slowly:

"Your Jin Gang Stick Technique is considered proficient, but the force-generating technique and breathing rhythm I taught you last time have no improvement at all. And every time you perform moves, why do you have to shout them out? I have said this matter three or four times."

"I don't know why, I always feel that if the moves are not shouted out, I can't use strength, and I feel there is no momentum. As for the force-generating technique and breathing rhythm pointed out by the Temple Master last time, I have understood them, but when I practice them back, there is always something wrong, and I don't know why." Dongyue scratched his head, smiled honestly, and replied.

"Humph, if it weren't for your father donating a large amount of money to repair the Taoist temple, how could I accept such a lazy person like you? Not only is your aptitude ordinary, but practicing martial arts is even more fishing for three days and drying the net for two days." The Daoist hummed and scolded directly.

"Temple Master, I will definitely change next time……" Dongyue's face began to cry.

"There is nothing to point out. The Jin Gang Stick has been practiced by you into a fancy frame. Continue to ponder my previous teaching. When you can do it without splashing water, I will point out other things." The Daoist said coldly.

"Yes, yes, the disciple will work hard." Dongyue agreed timidly, and walked to the other side of the martial arts field to practice stick techniques dejectedly.

"Qiuye, since you joined this temple, I will naturally treat you equally and pass on some martial arts to you for self-defense. Do you have anything you want to learn? I know a little bit about martial arts such as stick techniques, sword techniques, and boxing and kicking. You can learn one of them." Daoist Chongyun stopped paying attention to Dongyue and turned his head to ask Wang Yu.