When Meng Xiuyuan was young in his previous life, he spent time reading the Taoist collection in the library of Wudang Mountain.

Although his talent and comprehension were limited, and he was later divided by martial arts practice with most of his energy, and his learning and comprehension of Daozang was far inferior to the seven senior brothers above, he was not for nothing after all.

Looking at the flowers, he is familiar with many Taoist scriptures, and the famous "Huang Ting Jing" is naturally among them.

And because this "Huang Ting Jing" has always been regarded by the monks as "the jade law of learning immortals, the golden science of cultivation", pushed to the status of the ancestral book of the Danjing, Meng Xiuyuan attaches great importance to it, and has also done some understanding of its background.

The "Huang Ting Jing" is composed of two parts, "The Yellow Court Exterior Scene Sutra" and "The Yellow Court Interior Scene Sutra", and the core content of the two is roughly the same.

These two books first flowed out from the first generation of the Shangqing sect of the Jin Dynasty, Wei Cunhua and Mrs. Wei, so that they were widely passed on to the world. She claimed that this scripture was passed down by Lao Tzu, but it was obviously not true, just a pretext.

More practically, the rhyme of the "Exterior Scene Sutra" is older and earlier than the "Interior Scene Sutra"; The rhythm of "Exterior Scene Classic" can reach the Qin and Han dynasties as early as the Qin and Han dynasties, but not as late as the Three Kingdoms; The rhythm of "Neijing Jingjing" is consistent with the rhyme of the poems of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Wei and Jin Dynasties.

From this, we can roughly guess when it was written, but it is not known who wrote it.

Of course, it doesn't matter who wrote the book, what matters is what it is.

Before Meng Xiuyuan crossed over in his first life, he had heard the saying that "if you recite the Yellow Court ten thousand times, you can see the ghosts and gods, reconcile the three souls and five spirits, and see them for a long time", but at that time, he felt that it was just the good wishes of the ancients, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Later, Meng Shaoxia, who was reborn and became a Wudang faction, came to such a world where there was internal strength and true qi, and many of Meng Xiuyuan's previous common sense was broken, and he became suspicious of all unknown things, and did not rush to affirm or deny it.

Cultivating immortals is very vivid, so Meng Xiuyuan specially studied this "Huang Ting Jing", but unfortunately his ability is limited and he can't understand it very well. I went to ask Song Yuanqiao again, and the senior brother said that he could understand something, but he couldn't understand it with Meng Xiuyuan.

Helpless, it wasn't until Zhang Sanfeng finally found the black jade intermittent ointment and returned that Meng Xiuyuan finally waited for someone who understood, and immediately took the "Huang Ting Jing" to find Master Zhang Zhenren and asked him about the secret.

Lao Zhang Xiwu asked all his life, and he understood the mystery, so it was not difficult for him to preach the scriptures. But his answer to Meng Xiuyuan was very brief:

"You can't practice this scripture, so let's concentrate on practicing martial arts."

Meng Xiuyuan was very sorry when he heard this, although he would not question his master's judgment, he still couldn't help but ask more:

"Master, you say that I can't practice, is it because I can't do it, or because this scripture is useless?"

Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a long time when he heard this, and then explained to Meng Xiuyuan with a little caution:

"This "Huang Ting Jing" is profound and mysterious, and it is a classic passed down by the ancestors of Taoism, and I dare not comment on it.

Based on the facts alone, in more than 100 years, I have never heard of anyone who can really live forever and become immortals.

When I was young, I had a high spirit, I once wanted to do what others couldn't, and I also painstakingly studied the "Shangqing Huangting Exterior Scene Sutra", but except for a little help to the comprehension of martial arts, there was no actual progress after all, but a lot of time was wasted......"

After Meng Xiuyuan heard Zhang Sanfeng's words at that time, he immediately realized that he decisively sent the scriptures of the "Huang Ting Jing" back to the library pavilion, and never looked at it again, and even lost interest in other similar classics.

After all, even Master Zhang Zhenren couldn't really train him, so he naturally didn't need to waste time on such an ethereal thing.

……

Speaking of the bottom of the lake at this moment, Meng Xiuyuan's heart was cold, and he secretly said that his hard work was probably going to be in vain.

However, there was enough oxygen in the air chamber, so Meng Xiuyuan did not leave in a hurry, but thought about "struggling" to see if he could find any secrets from it.

So in the faint blue light of the fluorite, Meng Xiuyuan tried to concentrate his eyes and began to read the scriptures on the stone slab from beginning to end, to see if there was anything special in it that he didn't know.

It's a pity that after a while, until Meng Xiuyuan's eyes were glazed, he didn't see anything strange.

The "Shangqing Huangting Exterior Scene Sutra" written on the slate is roughly the same as the version that Meng Xiuyuan saw on Wudang Mountain in his previous life. Even if there may be a few words in the subtleties, it does not affect the overall meaning.

At this point, Meng Xiuyuan finally did not continue, tied the bluestone slab in his hand to his waist, and sighed deeply.

Obviously, there is nothing famous here, Meng Xiuyuan is going to go out to a well-lit place to take a closer look, is there anything hidden on this bluestone slab, which was missed by himself.

However, from the bottom of his heart, Meng Xiuyuan didn't have much hope, because he thought of what Mr. Mu Zeng had told him before, there were two divine books at the bottom of the lake, and one of them Xiaoyaozi could neither learn nor like.

Obviously, it should be referring to this "Shangqing Huangting Exterior Scene Sutra" that no one can really practice, although it is profound.

After thinking about it for a while, Meng Xiuyuan understood that the matter had come to this point, and there was no need to think about it himself, so he simply took the initiative to let go of these troubles and instead develop the residual value of the gas chamber at the bottom of the lake as much as possible.

After all, the intensity of the spiritual qi here is still stronger than the "Immortal Changchun Spring" above, but the air is limited after all, and it can't be waited for a long time, so it is better to seize the time to use it.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate, immediately sat down cross-legged, closed his luck, and used the "Northern Spiritual Skill" to absorb the qi of the Qing Spirit into his body, and see if he could use this to help him.

And just when he gradually calmed down, the sound of "ticking and ticking" suddenly became more and more obvious in his ears. When I opened my eyes, it turned out to be the sound of water droplets dripping from the stalactites falling to the ground.

Meng Xiuyuan originally focused on the content of the "Shangqing Huangting Exterior Scene Sutra" on the bluestone slab, so he didn't pay too much attention to the water droplets, but at this moment, in a state of meditation, he listened to the sound of the water droplets again, but his heart moved, and he vaguely noticed that something was wrong.

Because if you look closely, you will find that the sound of the water droplets is not uniform, but quite regular. After every seven, there is a slight pause, and every nearly 100 small pauses are followed by a longer one.

Listening carefully, I found that every time the sound of water droplets falling, the tone and timbre are actually slightly different, as if the human voice is spoken, and the coherence is quite subdued.

Although Meng Xiuyuan is not a person who likes delusions, everything in this immortal Changchun Valley is beyond common sense, and Meng Xiuyuan can't help but think about it too much.

This drop of water pauses slightly every seven times, which is consistent with the form of the seven-character rhyme of the "Shangqing Huangting Exterior Scene Sutra". And Meng Xiuyuan remembered that the full text of this scripture was a total of ninety-eight sentences, which was completely consistent with the number of times each big pause when this water droplet fell.

All kinds of coincidences made Meng Xiuyuan's hair stand on end, and his heart trembled.

He hurriedly held his breath and listened to the sound of the water droplets, until after another big pause, the water droplets began to fall from the beginning, and he hurriedly turned on the "epiphany state" and burned all the rhythmic tones of the water droplets into his mind.

Then, he picked up the bluestone slab, and began to recite the "Shangqing Huangting Exterior Scene Sutra" aloud according to the tone and rhythm of the sound of the water droplets.

At the beginning, there was nothing special about it, but as he became more and more engaged, when he read the verses such as "Raising one's life and guarding nothingness, being happy and thinking about nothingness", "Keeping one's body close to oneself, and being quiet and inactive and leaving one's mind", Meng Xiuyuan suddenly felt that his spirit was clear, and then he felt an inexplicable magical state of ease.

This felt very strange, not as energetic and quick as his gifted "state of epiphany", nor as energetic and physically and mentally comfortable as when he practiced Qi Luck Gong on weekdays.

Meng Xiuyuan, who was in this state, only felt that his heart was quiet and quiet, and he was empty, which gave birth to a sense of happiness from the bottom of his heart.

It wasn't until he finished reciting the "Shangqing Huangting Exterior Scene Sutra" lightly with the rhythm of this water droplet, and when he opened his eyes again, Meng Xiuyuan only felt refreshed, and his whole spirit was lifted.

Meng Xiuyuan has never had such an experience in his two lifetimes. Although there is no obvious improvement in strength on the surface, he can faintly perceive it in his heart, and this recitation is still quite beneficial to himself.

At this point, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but be very happy in his heart, knowing that although his trip to the bottom of the lake was a little unexpected, he really got a "divine book".

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After all, the space of the air chamber at the bottom of the lake is limited in oxygen, so Meng Xiuyuan didn't stay long, and after listening carefully to the rhythm of the water droplets a few times in an "epiphany state" and strengthening his memory, he took the bluestone slab and jumped into the water again, drilled out of the cave, and floated straight to the surface of the water.

"Meng Gongzi, congratulations, you must have found the divine book."

Seeing Meng Xiuyuan rushing out of the water like a sharp arrow and jumping on top of the boat, Mr. Mu Zeng immediately looked happy and congratulated Meng Xiuyuan.

Meng Xiuyuan's body trembled slightly, shook off the water droplets on his body, and said to Mu Zeng with a smile while putting on his robe:

"The old gentleman is like a god, how do you know?"

The old man laughed when he heard this, and said to Meng Xiu:

"Meng Gongzi, don't you know, you have been diving for more than an hour.

If you hadn't found the secret room at the bottom of the lake, no matter how high your kung fu was, how could you hold your breath for so long. ”

Meng Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this, he was fascinated by reading the "Shangqing Huangting Exterior Scene Sutra", but he didn't pay attention to the passage of time, he didn't expect that he had been down for so long.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly took off the bluestone slab tied around his waist and put it under the sun to observe it carefully, wanting to see if there were any new discoveries under the sun.

It's a pity that this bluestone slab is indeed engraved with only this scripture and nothing else.

Meng Xiuyuan had already gained great benefits, and although he felt a little regretful when he saw this, it did not affect his original good mood.

According to the rhythm of water droplets, he recited the "Shangqing Huangting Exterior Scene Sutra" lightly, and sure enough, even if the god was on this swaying boat, Meng Xiuyuan quickly entered the state of tranquility and tranquility.

The old man on the other side saw Meng Xiuyuan chanting words to the bluestone slab, but he didn't feel strange, but there was a look of relief in his eyes, and he looked at the handsome young man in front of him so quietly.

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It wasn't until Meng Xiuyuan opened his eyes refreshed again that the old man said quietly:

"Meng Gongzi and Mr. Xiaoyaozi are really similar, they are both sincere seekers.

I can still remember that when he first came up from the bottom of the lake more than a hundred years ago, he was also like Childe now, and he was so tight about such a bluestone slab that his eyes seemed to be glued to it.

Alas, time flies so fast, and I don't know where Mr. Xiaoyaozi is now, why don't you come to the valley to see my old friend again......"

The old man saw the scene in front of him, and there was a little vicissitudes in his words.

Meng Xiuyuan was also a little emotional when he heard this, and he didn't want to see this kind old man sad, so he deliberately changed the topic to him and said:

"Sir, aren't you curious about what is written on this bluestone slab?

I was able to get the divine book from the bottom of this lake, and I relied largely on your guidance to me, and I dare not monopolize it.

If you wish, when we go back, I will tell you the secret......"

The old man laughed, shook his head and waved his hand, and simply refused to Meng Xiuyuan:

"Meng Gongzi has a heart, but no matter how good this divine book is, not everyone wants to learn it.

When Mr. Xiaoyaozi got the divine book, he also wanted to pass it on to everyone in the valley, but after he taught it for a few months, everyone was either not interested in practicing, or they stumbled and only learned a little fur.

I was even more stupid, and he personally instructed me for a long time, and I was still not allowed to enter.

Later, my husband had no choice but to give up this idea, but none of us felt regrets.

After all, if you don't learn the book of God, don't you still live like that?

I heard from Mr. that people outside the valley can only live for a few decades in their lives, and they still need to worry about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and suffer from diseases and disasters.

In contrast, the people of our valley are already very happy, and there is no more luxury. ”

Meng Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded, secretly saying that what Mr. Mu Zeng said was reasonable. The people in this valley live in stability and happiness, and their minds are pure, and no matter how much they have learned, it will not be useful.

However, in this way, Meng Xiuyuan was a little at a loss.

He owes favors to others, and most of the time he either gives the other party some money or instructs the other party a few tricks, and then he pays it back. But at this moment, this old gentleman neither needs silver, nor has he any intention of practicing, so he can't help but let Meng Xiuyuan not know how to repay him for his guidance.

After all, the old man had lived for more than a hundred years, so he naturally saw Meng Xiuyuan's thoughts, and couldn't help but laugh again, and didn't say much, even if he pulled Meng Xiuyuan to his house, he treated him warmly for a few days.

It wasn't until Meng Xiuyuan said that he was ready to go out of the valley that he calmly said to Meng Xiuyuan:

"Meng Gongzi, I know that you are a kind-hearted person, so Xiao Lao'er has something to ask for.

I would like to ask you to say hello to Mr. Xiaoyaozi for me if you see him outside in the future.

The rest of the words don't need to be said, you just say that the little old man named Mu Zeng in this valley hid a jar of wine in the cellar in the backyard.

The wine had been buried for more than a hundred years, and the little old man had been waiting for a good friend to come back before he could take it out and taste it. ”

Meng Xiuyuan was moved when he heard this, and immediately nodded to Mr. Mu Zeng, saying that if he was lucky enough to meet that Xiaoyaozi senior, he would definitely convey his words word for word.