12dz Chapter 115 Ruyi Tianzun
Chapter 115 Ruyi Tianzun
Having spent a sleepless night, Yang Silang was full of energy.
When the spirit is first born, visualization and introspection consume one's own body; when the spirit is strong, it has already produced wonders that can nourish the spirit.
Grandma Tianjing said.
It had read the records that during the reign of Emperor Taizu, ordinary people without any foundation in Taoism would need several months to stabilize their Niwan Palace and several more months to generate their divine soul if they did not have a good item like the Wandering Spirit Guide and used ordinary demon materials.
If we wait until we reach the stage of strengthening our divine soul, it will take many more years.
Yang Silang used the Wandering Spirit Guide, and as a powerful martial arts master with abundant energy and vitality, he saved at least a year's worth of training in one night.
From then on, sleep became optional for him. As long as he practiced meditation, he could enter a state of semi-sleep, which was even more effective than sleep.
Actually, he felt that he had enough energy to light another incense stick and continue his cultivation.
However, Yang Silang knew the principle of moderation. He lacked too much knowledge in Taoist arts and did not know what dangers might follow, so it was better to play it safe.
He was excited and wanted to go to Wujing Tower to share the news with his grandmother, Tianjing.
Unfortunately, today is the day when the Wujing Pagoda is open to the public, and there will be too many people around during the day, so Granny Tianjing will definitely not show up.
He could only suppress his excitement, wash up, and have breakfast.
Wang Daniu was not there; he had gone to Hanshan Martial Arts School to practice martial arts with Master Tong, and there was no one to confide his joy to.
Yang Silang gradually calmed his mind and practiced a few more sets of boxing before his mood finally settled down completely.
He told himself that this was only the first step on a long journey, and there were many more peaks to climb in the future, so this achievement was nothing.
Turn your attention to the Five Elements.
Yang Silang's soul has been formed, so he can use his soul to look inward at himself.
The true qi in the dantian split into five streams, then flowed through five meridians, through acupoints, and back into the dantian, making the blue true qi even stronger.
He clicked his tongue in amazement.
The Five Elements Force of Taizu Long Fist is difficult to master, but if one also practices Taoist arts before cultivating this technique, the difficulty may not be so great.
He remembered that in the Five Elements Energy Room, there were many missing pages in the stack of training notes, and there were traces of rebinding. It was likely that the few words about using Tao to assist martial arts must have been cleaned up to leave no trace.
And so it was evening.
With wine and meat in hand, Yang Silang tried to remain calm, but his pace quickened.
After greeting Confucius and Mencius, they entered the Martial Arts Tower and then the Five Elements Power Room.
"Grandma?"
Yang Silang took the initiative to call out, bringing out the wine and meat he was carrying, along with a basket of fruit.
"I saw some fresh fruit today, so I bought some for you to cleanse your stomach. Eating meat all the time can get tiring..."
Grandma Tianjing's figure appeared on the round stone on the roof, smiling and in a good mood.
"You're so thoughtful, kid."
"Not bad, not bad. When Grandma first entered the Star-Picking Tower, she ate the spiritual fruits from the royal garden there. They tasted absolutely delicious..."
Yang Silang laughed.
"Grandma, wipe your drool, it's about to drip. This fruit is just ordinary fruit from the market, it can't compare to the spirit fruit, but it definitely has a strong rustic flavor, you should try it..."
Grandma Tianjing conjured a large mouth and a long tongue, and took a deep breath.
A stream of wine, a stream of meat, and a stream of fruit landed on the ground, all rising into the air and falling into that huge mouth. It was eating wine, meat, and fruit all at once; I wonder what it tasted like to eat them mixed together.
In just a short while.
Grandma Tianjing ate everything clean and then let out a satisfied burp.
Although it tastes delicious, it is, after all, a stone spirit, and one is satisfied with eating only a small amount.
"My child..." Grandma Tianjing, having finished her meal, brought up the topic, "Where were you at yesterday?"
"Has the Niwan point been fixed? Or has a divine soul already been generated?"
Yang Silang shook his head.
"Huh? Did it not even manage to stabilize the mud ball?"
"That shouldn't be the case, but don't be discouraged, there are still seven incense sticks left."
"You're willing to sacrifice your vital energy. Grandma has a method to replenish your spirit with your vital energy, which will surely give you back your divine soul."
Yang Silang continued to shake his head, his eyes wide open.
At the same time, the little soul in the Niwan Palace also opened its eyes.
Immediately, an invisible wave spread outwards.
Grandma Tianjing's eyes widened immediately in surprise.
"How could his spirit have grown so powerfully overnight?"
"Goodness gracious! Am I so ignorant that people these days are so suited to cultivating Taoism?"
She couldn't understand it and fell into doubt.
Yang Silang recounted his experience of cultivating overnight, but omitted the fact that he had used supernatural powers. He only said that he rested for a while, absorbed the Spirit Guide, and quickly recovered his energy.
"That shouldn't be... Could it be that the golden tuna trout has some extraordinary bloodline? Is the oil in its brain of extremely high quality?"
"In that case, you've really hit the jackpot, kid."
"So, kid, who are you, reincarnated from some great being, with a divine soul born of such talent? Impossible! If you were truly a reincarnation of a great being, you would have awakened and embarked on the path of cultivation long ago. How could it be my turn, a mere demon, to teach you?"
Grandma Tianjing thought about it for a long time but couldn't understand, so she stopped thinking about it.
She pointed her finger at the scroll on the wall in the room, and light emanated from it, instantly conjuring up a distorted and illusory human figure on the scroll.
Yang Silang quickly flicked his finger and dripped blood into the image, which immediately stabilized.
Huh, this time the Taoist priest isn't faceless, but a dignified high priest with a long face and fair complexion, three long wisps of beard under his chin, and wearing a black Taoist robe.
This is strange. In the past, the Mirage Scroll would reveal the face of the person whose blood it swallowed, but this time it's different.
Grandma Tianjing said in a deep voice.
"Look closely, this step is called the Observation of the Divine Method."
"The soul is very fragile when it is first formed. If you want to accelerate its growth, you must either contemplate the heavens and earth or the gods and demons to promote its growth. This step is also called the method of invoking the gods."
"The methods of Taoism are ever-changing. Our ancestors observed and worshipped the strange celestial phenomena, which gave rise to the methods of Taoism. They used the power of nature to mobilize the great power of heaven and earth. Later, some wise people discovered that they could also find a way by borrowing the incense and prayers of all living beings. Thus, some Taoists began to contemplate illusory gods and demons to attain Taoism."
"The former is the ancient path, and the latter is the new path. The new path has surpassed the old one, and many great masters have emerged. It is said that the two lineages had a fierce battle. After that, the new path became prominent and the ancient path disappeared."
"You only need to know this old story, and the so-called new way has existed for thousands of years."
"The technique I'm teaching you involves visualizing the main deity as a celestial being, whom you can call the Ruyi Celestial Being. It's a new Daoist method!"
"This is a memory I projected from my mind. You can see how this Taoist priest observes the gods."
Yang Silang suddenly realized that the scroll contained a memory of his grandmother, which explained why the Taoist priest had a face.
He looked closely at the scroll.
The black-robed, long-faced Taoist sat upright on a futon, with a blank scroll hanging on the wall in front of him.
Then the Taoist priest skillfully raised his hand and flicked his finger, and a few drops of blood dripped into the scroll. The scroll rippled and gradually revealed its color.
Yang Silang was speechless; he knew this procedure very well.
Every time he observes the Five Elements Fist and Five Elements Force, isn't that how he feeds the mirage demons with his scrolls?
What is this?
Grandma's memories are actually of looking at paintings within paintings?
However, upon further reflection, it became clear that Granny Tianjing could not have obtained Taoist techniques through legitimate channels, so this kind of spying from a third-person perspective seemed understandable.
Well, it's good enough that I can learn something.
He observed carefully and saw a celestial being slowly emerging from the scroll in the wall. The celestial being was so lifelike that it seemed to be walking out of the painting.
When a normal person looks at a person in a painting, they will look at the face first and then the feet, from top to bottom.
But when Yang Silang looked at the Celestial Venerable in the painting, his gaze involuntarily fell to the ground beneath his feet. There was a murky sea of blood beneath his feet, with the corpses of demons and monsters appearing and disappearing within it, suppressed by the Celestial Venerable's lotus platform.
Judging from the scene below, this doesn't look like a celestial being, but rather a demon lord.
Looking up, the Celestial Venerable was clad in tattered heavy armor, his hands resting on a heavily cleaved sword covered in bloodstains and dried blood. A chilling wind blew, as if the spirits of the dead were wailing and crying around the sword.
Yang Silang's heart skipped a beat; something still seemed off about this style of writing.
This isn't some celestial being; it's more like a battle-hardened general.
This world reveres Buddhism and Taoism, and countless cults are also prevalent, but which one doesn't make its own deities and Buddhas look glamorous and beautiful?
They usually carry Dharma drums, meditation bottles, whisks, bells, and golden rings. If they really want to use a weapon, it's a long pestle covered with gold. Even a large shovel has a crescent moon on it.
After all, believers are also attracted by appearances. How can you attract believers if you don't make your storefront look good?
What kind of celestial guest would carry a heavily cleaved sword? This sword is clearly not an ornament; it is meant to be used to kill enemies.
He was puzzled, but he didn't say anything. He continued to look up and was finally about to see the true face of this celestial being.
Behind this celestial being, ribbons fluttered, and behind his head were nine dark yellow halos, making him look like a deity.
Within the nine-ringed halo, one could vaguely see countless people, each the size of a grain of rice, worshipping. The farmers, woodcutters, fishermen, and scholars were of course present, but strangely, there were also many other races among them.
Then comes the most important part of the portrait: the facial features, especially the eyes, because the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Yang Silang looked up and was stunned.
His facial features were completely blank!
This Ruyi Tianzun is shameless!
He was greatly surprised. Wasn't it said that the Ruyi Tianzun Dharma was a new lineage of thought, and that the objects of contemplation in the new lineage of thought were gods and demons created by the imagination of sentient beings?
I've never heard of any god or demon being shameless.
Judging from the yellow halo behind this Celestial Venerable's head, he should be a lawful deity, but his upper body has no face, and his lower body is treading on a river of blood, exuding too much murderous aura.
Nothing is satisfactory, neither up nor down.
Yang Silang gasped.
Is this the Ruyi Tianzun?
The word "如意" should mean "to achieve one's wishes" or "to be content and satisfied".
He knew that there was an Amitabha Buddha in Buddhism who could grant people's wishes. When believers prayed for their wishes to come true, they would wear a kasaya, hold a lotus platform, and have a solemn expression. They would never do something so bloody.
This Ruyi Tianzun doesn't seem to be about fulfilling wishes; rather, he seems to be about instigating war and using violence to stop violence. Where is there any trace of wish fulfillment?
Yang Silang could accept the idea that this was the Killing Deity.
He was filled with apprehension. Granny Tianjing was being secretive about the techniques she was passing on, and he was still wondering about the reasons behind it.
Am I overthinking it? It's not that complicated; it's simply a demonic art.
Grandma, you've misled me!
I, Yang Silang, am not a purely good person, but I'm not so bad as to be demonic either.
Furthermore, this Celestial Venerable has no face at all; I wonder what his significance is.