People have three treasures, called Jing, Qi, and God!

The essence does not refer to **, "Zhou Yi Zhi Ci Shang" has a saying: The essence is a thing, and the wandering soul is a change, which is the state of knowing ghosts and gods.

Xue Zhenjun continued to chant in his morning class, and followed Liu Zhenying and Lao Du to study Taoism and Tibet, but he gained a little from 'refinement'. I'm afraid that this essence is talking about the metaphysical composition of the human body, not just cells, but the abstract essence of life.

To be specific, maybe it's genes, maybe it's mitochondria, in short, it's not cells.

This essence is congenital and acquired, and the acquired is the ** in the ordinary sense, and the innate is the yuan essence, which is the abstract life composition that Fang just said.

Qi is also divided into congenital and acquired, the acquired Qi is the Qi of breathing, and the innate Qi is Yuan Qi, which Xue Zhenjun understands as the source of life.

God is also divided into innate and acquired, and the acquired god is used to recognize and distinguish God; The innate god is the primordial god, and he is born with his own wisdom.

After being in Wudang Mountain for more than two months, Xue Zhenjun was ignorant, gnawing on the esophagus little by little, absorbing Taoist nutrients, and asking questions every time he encountered something unknown.

In this way, I have figured out what monasticism is and how to cultivate it.

The Wai Dan technique has long since declined, so some words have been found in the pile of paper, and it has long been impossible to restore the truth. But the Inner Dan Technique is a process of subtraction.

Jingqi God has innate and acquired, so people naturally have innate and acquired. The process of cultivating the Tao is the process of returning to the innate after tomorrow.

It is like the realm of cultivation, building a foundation in a hundred days, but it is just introducing the threshold of cultivation; After that, refining the grain and turning the essence into a harmonious body and mind, from ignorant and mundane to a cultivator; After that, refining and refining Qi, three minus one; refining Qi and transforming gods, two minus one; Refining the gods is against the void, and the day after tomorrow returns to the innate nature.

Just as the ancestor seeks truth and cultivates to the perfection of refining the gods, he has already returned to the innate and can be called a human immortal. In this way, Shou Yuan is not limited to a hundred years old, if he breaks through the refining of the gods one day, it is said that he will not be able to cultivate into the realm of earth immortals, comparable to the real martial arts and the ancestor Zhang Sanfeng.

After figuring out that the ancestor was already a well-known human immortal, Xue Zhenjun couldn't help but shake his heart. Human immortals, one step is an earth immortal.

The realm of the earth and immortals is like the patriarch of Sanfeng, with a long life and a long life. There is a way that is the only death that is difficult through the ages, in the past, Xue Zhenjun didn't believe in these, but now that the living example is in front of him, how can there not be a thought in his heart?

Earthly material desires, wealth, sex, and power, even if they are added together, how can they compare to eternal life?

Xue Zhenjun's heart was itching, and he secretly showed his face in front of his ancestor, and he always had a little thin face, so he wanted to rub his face with a thick face and rub the blessing of Shizu, a 'human rui'.

As a result, I touched my nose several times and touched my nose. In addition to being indignant in his heart, he also understood what the master had done.

The ancestor is 90 years old, and he has only 20 or 30 years of life left, and he has practiced to the perfection of refining the gods. Just one step to achieve the Earth Immortal, and then there are at least two hundred years of life. Changing places, I am afraid that Xue Zhenjun will not have the heart to entangle with the juniors, so he simply hides in the back mountain, who cares about the monstrous floods in the world?

Asking the master and ancestor but couldn't, Xue Zhenjun pressed the impatience in his heart, and turned to follow the step-by-step steps, every three days of morning classes, practicing Zixiao six-character formula and eight sections of brocade during the day, and the rest of the scene or lingering in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, or asking the old man to speak.

In this way, winter went to spring, and in a blink of an eye, it was April of the thirty-fourth year of Yankang.

On the morning of this day, Xue Zhenjun got up with Kaijing, stretched his muscles and bones, and went through the eight sections of brocade first. When the whole body is steaming, this is not the only way to stand firm and practice the six-character formula of Zixiao.

Half an hour passed, and I was wondering why Senior Brother Liu was so late today, but when I turned my head, I saw a person standing beside me.

Xue Zhenjun habitually bowed, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the person was quite familiar. He looked intently, but saw that the man was wearing a hat on his head, dressed in a hundred clothes, with gray hair and a blanket beard, and his face was dark and miserable, like an old farmer in the field.

Xue Zhenjun's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly bowed: "Disciple Xue Zhenjun, I've seen my teacher!" ”

That person is not an outsider, it is Yuan Deqiong, a true cultivator who has been away from the mountain for half a year!

Yuan Deqiong bowed slightly, and said: "There is no need to be polite, and now you have not opened the altar, you are not my disciple." ”

Xue Zhenjun's face was scornful, knowing that the master was not good at socializing, so he turned to say: "Since I have already performed the apprenticeship that day, the disciple has already recognized the master in his heart. And the master was sick for the disciple, and he went down the mountain to find medicine that day, and the disciple was indescribable in his heart, and asked the master to be worshiped by the disciple! ”

After saying that, Xue Zhenjun slammed to the ground.

Yuan Deqiong was quite pleased, calmly accepted the salute, and said: "I haven't seen him for half a year, and Zhenjing's body and bones have greatly improved, which shows that diligence is hard work." ”

"Compared to the master's love and protection, the disciple does not dare to call it bitter."

Yuan Deqiong nodded and said, "Come with me." ”

Xue Zhenjun happily accepted the order and followed Yuan Deqiong to his ear room. He peeked and watched, but saw that Yuan Deqiong was only a pair of straw sandals under his feet, and his robe was already tattered.

The warmth in my heart immediately flowed, but I knew that no matter how much I said at this time, it was just empty talk, so I immediately pressed my mind and waited for an answer.

Xue Zhenjun diligently poured tea for the master, but Yuan Deqiong only put it aside, eagerly took out a few porcelain bottles from his arms, and said: "This time the luck of going down the mountain is quite good, but in half a year, I found three widows bedside ashes, Daozang records that this medicine has a miraculous effect on pulmonary carbuncles, Zhenjun will take it in batches, and I don't know which one is good for the teacher." ”

"Widow's bedside ashes?"

Xue Zhenjun didn't know anything about it, and immediately inquired, Yuan Deqiong explained slightly, and he realized that the ashes on the widow's bedside and the mustard stew in Tianning Temple were only afraid of being the same source, and they were all penicillin!

What is a widow's bedside ash? This thing is the mold that grows at the head of the dark bed when the woman dies in her husband's house, keeps the empty room alone, gets lazy and cleans it. It is rumored that there is a woman who can't think of it, and when she is sick, she takes this substance to cut herself, and she doesn't want to die, but the disease is better. As a result, this thing is rumored to be a fever reducer.

In those years, there was neither biology nor bacteriology, and later generations deliberately left the house vacant in order to find it, but there was no way to do it. It is a rare thing and a miracle medicine.

Xue Zhenjun had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't expect that the master would go down the mountain for half a year, looking for it, but what he found was this thing; I can't imagine how far Master has traveled in order to find this three-point penicillin.

There were a thousand words in my heart, and there were only four words left when I opened my mouth: "Thank you, Master." ”

Yuan Deqiong said with a normal expression: "Since you are accepted into the entrance wall, you will be my disciple." It is only natural for the master to find medicine for his disciples. Zhenjun doesn't need to be this little child. ”

"Yes."

Yuan Deqiong said: "Take one serving today, only half a spoon is enough, and if there is any abnormality, you can stop using it." ”

"Yes." Xue Zhenjun responded, and in front of Yuan Deqiong, opened a bottle, poured out a little, and swallowed it with tea.

Such a natural penicillin has never been purified, and I don't know what impurities are mixed in it, and I only feel bitter when I swallow it. The taste was like swallowing a yellow lotus, and Xue Zhenjun's brows were furrowed from crying, and he drank two cups of tea in a row before he stopped.

Yuan Deqiong said: "Zhenjun has been on the mountain for half a year, what kind of authentic treasure have you read? ”

Xue Zhenjun replied honestly: "Senior Brother Liu talked about the "True Martial Arts Classic", and the disciple followed the old capital to lecture on the "Tao Te Ching", "Xiang'er Note", "Nanhua True Scripture", and "Yellow Emperor Yin Fu Jing". ”

Yuan Deqiong frowned slightly, asked a few words casually, and saw Xue Zhenjun's answer, so he immediately stretched his brows and said: "I thought that Zhenjun was greedy, and I was afraid that I would misinterpret Daozang, but I thought too much for the teacher." Zhenjun is naturally intelligent and far better than a teacher. ”

"The disciple was terrified."

Yuan Deqiong said: "It's a pity that Zhenjun knows the law, but not the law." You are learning the Tao of cultivation with your teacher, how can you use the Confucian system to deal with being a teacher? ”

First, there was the Tao Te Ching, and then Zhang Daoling created the Tao Sect with the Tao Te Ching. It is said that Zhang Daoling is the ancestor of Taoism, but later generations regard Lao Tzu as Lao Jun. It is because Lao Tzu took the lead in proposing the philosophy of cultivation, and the Daozu Zhang Daoling's magic power is monstrous, and he has never jumped out of the constraints of the Tao Te Ching.

For half a year on the mountain, Xue Zhenjun has been slowly twisting the three views, but there is a mature soul in his small body, where is it so easy to twist?

He and the master only met for the second time, and between his thoughts, he was unconsciously affected by the inertia of his previous life and even his predecessor.

Yuan Deqiong reprimanded him in person, Xue Zhenjun was slightly stunned, and immediately said honestly: "The disciple has been apprenticed to the master for half a year, but he has not had much contact with the master, so he is a little restrained. ”

Yuan Deqiong thought for a while and agreed: "This makes sense, in the future, Zhenjun doesn't need to be so restrained." I just watched you practice, and only learned Zixiao's six-character formula and eight-section brocade? ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Liu said that the disciple is weak, so for the time being, he only needs to practice these two skills to strengthen his muscles and body."

"Zhenying is too cautious." Yuan Deqiong beckoned and said, "Come forward and investigate for the teacher." ”

Xue Zhenjun took the order and stepped forward and stood three feet away, but when he saw Master Yuan Deqiong pointing out, there was a cloud of fingertips, and then there was a warm current surging in his chest and abdomen, swimming away hundreds of limbs, and then he withdrew in an instant.

Yuan Deqiong frowned suddenly: "Strange, how can Zhenjun seem to have suffered internal injuries in his lungs again?" But in the palace there is an argument with someone? ”