In the middle of summer, the sun is often shining after a torrential rain, the fog in the mountains and forests, and the air is filled with the pleasant smell of pine resin. Mo Yan walked out of the Jindan Cave, and for a period of time, his practice of Qi Forbidden Technique had been slightly successful, thanks to his foundation of "Shrinking the Fetus and Dispersing Qigong" and the rich true qi stored in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

He drove a few nails into the big tree outside the cave and went to shh every few days to test the effect. At first, the nails didn't move, but slowly the nails loosened, and today I feel that I am in good shape, so I am ready to shush again.

He stood a few feet away from the big tree, then held his breath and focused his thoughts on his mouth in the state of fetal breathing, and then he exhaled a bundle of true qi vigorously, and looked at the nails on the tree that were still only loose, similar to the last time.

Alas, it seems that it has encountered a bottleneck, why is there not much progress in it, Mo Yan can't help but be a little frustrated.

"Ho-ho, bah, yes. The little mountain ghost gestured and said that he had been observing Mo Yan for several days.

"Dongdong, are you saying that it's not good to use 'shhh

The little mountain ghost nodded vigorously.

Mo Mo smiled bitterly, Yin Danzi's "shhh" qi that has been pondered for more than 30 years should have her reason, but the way of martial arts lies in flexibility and cannot be too rigid, you can try the method of the little mountain ghost.

Mo Yan held his breath and spit out his true breath with a mouthful of "phew", but the nails on the tree did not move at all, and it was not as powerful as "shh", he smiled and shook his head, the idea of the cave did not work.

"Phew, phew, phew. The little mountain ghost insisted.

"Dongdong, no, the true qi that shush out is condensed into a bundle, and the true qi will be dispersed as soon as it exits, and it will not be able to form a cohesive force at all. ”

"Phew. The little mountain ghost was in a hurry, and actually spit a mouthful of phlegm at Mo Yan's feet, stirring up a small cloud of dust.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Mo Can's mind, yes, although the true qi that came out of the shout was a continuous bundle, it was relatively soft, just like everyone's ladylike demeanor. And the true qi that came out was a ball, although there was no follow-up, but it was concentrated into a true balloon. It's the same as spitting, you can't pout the phlegm out but you can only spit it out, and the vulgar old men in the city can spit far away at any time. The way of martial arts lies in being flexible and not conformist, Yin Danzi was originally a young lady who naturally behaved differently from a strong man, so the creation of exercises was inseparable from the shackles of natural female surname thinking.

Mo Yan is determined to study the principles and techniques of condensing the true qi of "bah" into a group, and maybe he will be able to break through the bottleneck of practice.

For several days, he hid in the Jindan Cave and pondered hard, feeling that if the true qi scattered in the eight veins of the Qi Jing was condensed and gathered in the upper navel acupoint of the Ren vein first, and then poured out, it should be able to form a dense true balloon. Moreover, the upper navel point itself is a place where the qi and blood in the body are gathered, and it has the role of grasping the general outline. After figuring out this truth, Mo Yan focused on practicing, and when he felt that his luck was free and there was no hindrance, he took the cave to the big tree again.

Mo Yan condensed his true qi on the upper navel, and then "puffed out", and in the dementor's eyes, he could clearly see a true balloon the size of a quail egg shooting out like lightning, accurately hitting the iron nail on the tree. But he didn't find that the iron nail had been pulled out, and when he got closer, a round hole appeared in the trunk of the tree, and the iron nail disappeared, and the true air mass that had been poured out actually pierced the trunk of the thickness of the bowl

Finally succeeded, Mo Yan was excited, although he couldn't pull out the iron nail with soft strength like Yindanzi, but it pierced the trunk of the tree violently, and if it hit a person, it would definitely make a hole.

The little mountain ghost clapped his hands happily on the side.

"Dongdong, your head is not stupid, it seems that the essence of martial arts is to be simple, practical and flexible. Mo Yan patted his head and said.

"Ho-ho, I, let's get out. Seeing that Mo was in a good mood, the little mountain ghost encouraged him to go down the mountain to play.

After Mo Yan went to say hello to Yin Danzi, he took the little mountain ghost who had changed into a new robe and coat and went down the mountain.

There are 40 strange ridges, 13 dangerous peaks, 34 cliffs and 45 secluded caves in Jizu Mountain, there are more than 100 places in Quantan alone, Gangling ravines and valleys and valleys, the scenery is peculiar and magnificent, no wonder Xu Xiake of the Ming Dynasty praised its "wonders are all the ancient and modern victories." ”

There are many temples and nunnery on the mountain, often turn a hill and you will see one, there are many pilgrims who burn incense and worship Buddha on the mountain road, and some of them come all the way from hundreds of miles away to kowtow all the way to the Jizu Mountain.

The two watched the mountain scenery and walked to the halfway up the mountainside, a very grand temple under the Boyu Peak is hidden between the towering pines and cypresses, and visitors hold incense candles in and out of an endless stream. Under the eaves of green glazed tiles, there is a plaque of "Yingxiang Temple", the sandalwood incense is curling outside the hall, there are two spruce trees that are more than ten zhang high in front of the Tianwang Temple, the lively energy here can be much stronger than the Gantong Temple at the foot of Cangshan Mountain.

Mo Yan saw that there were two pilgrims in the flow of people who were strangely dressed and did not look like Central Plains people, and the other tourists pointed behind them, saying that they had come from Siam, which aroused his interest, so he curiously approached and followed into Yingxiang Temple.

A knowledgeable monk came forward to inquire and learned that they were from Thonburi on the west bank of the Chao Phraya River in Siam, and they had an important matter to meet with the abbot of Yingxiang Temple, Master Yun. The two presented a beautiful golden silk nanmu gift box and opened it in public, containing a large piece of black wax, exuding a strange and elegant sweet earthy fragrance. The pilgrims next to him all came to see, and some of them recognized that it was an extremely precious ambergris, which was produced and vomited out of the stomach of a large fish in the sea, and was a holy medicine for men's aphrodisiac throughout the ages, and the Qing vassal states of Annam, Siam and Sulu paid tribute to the imperial court every year, but the amount was very small and only the royal family and nobles could enjoy it.

Mo Yan remembered that there was a sentence mentioned in "The Essence of the Absolute Pulse", saying that golden ambergris is the true medicine for heart and kidney diseases, and this piece of yin and black may not be counted.

"Under is the head of the Thonburi Dynasty, in the name of the national teacher Tie Bodhi came to the Yingxiang Temple of Jizu Mountain, and wanted to invite the abbot of the temple to go to Siam to treat King Zheng. The two men respectfully presented a letter.

"Please wait, the poor monk will inform the abbot immediately. The monk hurriedly left with the letter in hand.

The pilgrims in the hall are discussing, saying that the Siamese king Zheng Xin is a great person, his ancestral home is Shantou, Guangdong, during the Yongzheng period of the previous dynasty, his father crossed Siam in the south, married a wife and had children, Zheng Xin was smart and studious since childhood, and he entered the palace as a guard at the age of thirteen. In the summer of the 31st year of Qianlong, the Burmese army captured Siam, and the Dacheng Dynasty was destroyed, thanks to Zheng Xin leading the Chinese and the Siamese people to form an anti-Burmese army, driving away the Burmese army to recover the lost territory, and establishing a new dynasty in Siam, known as "Thonburi the Great".

I don't know what kind of illness that King Zheng Xin had, Mo Yan smelled a glimmer of opportunity from this matter.;