Chapter 254: 7-year cicada, blowing clouds to reveal gold

Chapter 254: 7-year cicada, blowing clouds to reveal gold

Chapter 254: Seventeen Years of Cicadas, Blowing Clouds to See Gold (asking for monthly tickets~)

Cheng Xinzhan was immersed in the mystery of "Taiyi Fenguan Sword Technique", and in the blink of an eye, another seven days passed.

When he closed the last page, the golden book in his hand began to ignite flames by itself. The flames did not burn his hands, but burned the golden book cleanly.

Cheng Xinzhan was not surprised, this was what it meant to not be spread outside.

"It's so mysterious!"

He admired this magic, thinking that Emei was unrivaled in the world in terms of attainment in flying swords.

He already knew most of how to practice this technique. What he needed to do from now on was to comprehend it in depth and practice diligently to understand the way of gathering and grasp the feeling of splitting the sword into threads.

If one could reach Ye Yuanjing's level of creating thousands of sword threads, it would be considered a great achievement.

In spiritual practice, some things cannot be done slowly, and some things cannot be done hastily. This magic technique, which requires careful attention to detail, should be practiced in the latter way.

Cheng Xinzhan adjusted his mindset and put the matter aside for the time being. Then, he concentrated his energy and took out the wind dew he had collected the night before.

Cheng Xinzhan shook the palm-sized dew-collecting bottle. There was a sound of water splashing, but it seemed very little.

This is really hard-earned.

Before refining the wind dew, he hung a sign outside the door that read "Retreat, Do Not Disturb". To be on the safe side, even in the Xichuan Sword Pavilion, he still took out some command flags and talismans and set up a formation in the quiet room to avoid being disturbed and prying.

In addition, he also released two flying swords and placed them on both sides. These were also the two most spiritual magic weapons he currently had. There was no problem in using them to protect their master.

Finally, he took out the Dragon-Tiger Jade Ruyi and placed it in his arms, which could transform into a dragon-tiger protective divine light at any time. If even this was broken, there was still the "Crimson Purple Life-Resting Mirror". If the "Crimson Purple Life-Resting Mirror" could not be saved, then the head master would know.

The reason for being so cautious is that the "Zhengkong Sutra" says that refining wind and dew is very dangerous. The body may become uncontrollable and there will be confusion about the passage of time. This is a huge danger for practitioners.

According to the "Zhengkong Sutra", there are many requirements for refining wind and dew. After reading it, Cheng Xinzhan felt that some of them could be followed, but some were not necessary.

For example, the time of day. The scriptures say that it should be refined at the hour of the Rooster. Naturally, there is nothing much to say. Just do it. The collection of this wind dew is closely related to the time of day. Moreover, at the hour of the Rooster, the sun sets and the moon rises, and yin and yang exchange, which also makes sense.

As for the geographical advantage, it is said that it is best to refine it under a green pine tree, which symbolizes the pine tree that can withstand wind, frost, snow and yet remain unfaded.

Cheng Xinzhan thought that this was probably just for the sake of ceremony and comfort, but it was better than nothing, so Cheng Xinzhan was willing to do it. Coincidentally, there was a large pine bonsai in the quiet room, so Cheng Xinzhan moved it over.

The Buddhist scriptures also talked about the various qualities of green pine and how to choose green pine, but Cheng Xinzhan was too lazy to go out and look for them.

As for harmony among people, the scriptures say that those who are persuaded need to fast in advance to cleanse their internal organs. Cheng Xinzhan thinks this makes sense. Taoists also have this requirement for taking elixirs and eating qi. However, he has been fasting for many years and it has been a long time since he last drank alcohol, so he doesn't need to make special preparations.

Cheng Xinzhan regulated his breathing and nourished his energy, quietly waiting until the You hour.

Then he opened the dew bottle and took out a drop of dew, which was only the size of a millet grain.

This is also based on the gradual and orderly approach mentioned in the scriptures.

The scriptures also say that something must be taken with it, because wind and dew are yin, so it must be taken with hot lead, or other yang earth and wood spiritual objects can also be taken with it.

When Cheng Xinzhan saw this, he became more and more certain that this declining wind was a rare kind of Tiangang.

As for the gifts of sacrifice, he thought he did not need to refer to the scriptures anymore because he was very familiar with them and had the best gifts of sacrifice.

I still have the experience of taking "Bai Zhao Wu Chang Sha" a few days ago. One is Di Yin Sha Feng, the other is Tian Yin Gang Feng. There won't be much difference in Yin and Yang. I can just take it with "Huang Ji Zheng Wu Sha".

The scriptures say that eating should be done in three steps.

The first step is to "transform into a cicada", which requires closing your mouth and holding your tongue in the wind and dew.

The book says that this is the step that best reflects chance. When a person takes Fenglu throughout his life, only the first time his tongue contains the miraculous chance, and it will never appear again when he takes it later.

The scriptures say that after the tongue contains this dew, the body will be paralyzed, the thoughts will be withdrawn, and the body will be inhabited by a cicada, experiencing life and death. However, everyone's chance is different, and the difference lies in the time of inhabitation.

Those with less luck will become autumn cicadas, and when the autumn wind blows, they will soon realize the true meaning of death. Those with better luck will become summer cicadas, and before experiencing death, they will experience a rise and fall.

If one is luckier, he will be reborn as a cicada. At this time, the cicada is still dormant underground, and those who take the dew can fully enjoy the time gain brought by the wind and dew. Perhaps only one night has passed in reality, but several years have passed in the body of the cicada underground.

However, this also depends on when the consciousness of the person who takes the dew is awakened. Some people, after possessing the body of a cicada, really think they are a cicada and become confused and dazed. In that case, the several years spent underground may have been wasted.

What’s worse, if you haven’t woken up when the autumn wind blows, your soul will die along with the cicada, and you will never wake up again.

This is what is often said in the scriptures: between life and death, there are great opportunities, but also great terrors.

Cheng Xinzhan has made preparations. He wants to see what year he is born.

He used "Huang Ji Zheng Wu Sha" to guard the Twelve-story Tower to prevent the wind and dew from escaping. Then he opened his mouth, put the tip of his tongue against the upper palate, and put the drop of wind and dew the size of a millet grain into his mouth and held it under his tongue.

Bitter!

The dew tasted so bitter when it touched my tongue.

Cheng Xinzhan had never tasted such bitterness before.

The body was engulfed by a numbness that was even more numb than when the golden elixir was bathed in thunder. Soon, I lost consciousness and was completely out of control. Soon, tears flowed down, blurring my eyes, and hallucinations began to grow.

Fortunately, Cheng Xinzhan had read the scriptures in advance, so he had anticipated this and was not too panicked.

His consciousness came to a dark place. Cheng Xinzhan still could not feel his body. Even his consciousness was very fuzzy and he looked very sleepy. It seemed as if his brain was filled with paste and he could not remember anything.

But fortunately, Cheng Xinzhan has already suffered the loss he deserved, and now he has experience in dealing with this state of nothingness.

From time to time, birds chirped and dogs barked in the inner world and Zique Palace, reminding him that this was an illusory world, not reality. He practiced the Pure Yang Method, keeping the Divine Fire and Intention Earth, and not losing his original mind, so his consciousness gradually became clear.

He just regarded himself as a spectator.

Gradually, a bittersweet taste came from my mouth, like tree sap. Slowly, my body began to feel cold and warm.

This process lasts a very, very long time.

He only knew that if counted according to his familiar breathing method, it should be 65.5 million times. Judging from the cold and warm feelings coming from his body, the cold and heat alternated seventeen times.

That would be seventeen years.

Thus, he realized that his destiny was the "Seventeen-Year Cicada".

However, the star god in his heart palace only crowed four times, so he knew that only four days had actually passed.

But the feeling of the passage of time was so clear, so clear that it took him seventeen years to sort out all the gains and losses of his past thirty-two years of cultivation.

He knew that he had already obtained the greatest opportunity of taking the Wind Dew. As for his original purpose of searching for the Decline of Wind, if he could achieve his wish, that would be the best. Even if he could not, he would not have too many regrets.

Suddenly one day, he felt that the warmth coming from his body was particularly strong this time, and he felt numb all over, as if his body and limbs, which had been curled up for a long time, were stretched out, and his five senses became clear.

Then, he could not help but climb higher, and before long, he suddenly saw a bright light. When the white light disappeared, he saw the world in full view, and he was surprised to find that he had come to a forest.

"squeak--"

Suddenly, he heard a loud noise, which startled him.

The noise became louder and louder, as if it would never stop, drowning out all the birdsong in the forest.

Cheng Xinzhan realized that this was the sound he made. Although it was only his first try of a new sound, it had shaken the forest and startled the birds into flying away.

For the next thirty days, it drank the wind and ate the dew, flapped its wings and flew high. Its golden armor shone brightly under the scorching sun, and its cry was like a sword, piercing through the clouds.

Cheng Xinzhan has become completely familiar with this body, as if he was born a cicada.

He kept his mind clear, telling himself that this was just a dream and he could wake up at any time. But even though he had this thought in his mind, he did not put his thoughts on anything else during the month or so. He just regarded himself as a cicada, singing loudly and flying freely, experiencing another kind of life.

Know your destiny through life, and gain the truth through observing the subtle.

However, there were also some unspeakable aspects to transforming into a cicada. Perhaps it was because his wings were too brilliant, or his chirping voice was too high-pitched, so female cicadas would often come forward to rub their necks, which annoyed him very much. Therefore, he kept flying from one tree to another, not daring to stop.

As the weather turned cooler and autumn became more intense, he could feel the light, thin wings gradually stiffening and the bright and clear sound gradually becoming dry and hoarse. Even the sweet leaf juice tasted bitter when he drank it again.

He looked up, but saw the cry of geese in the sky, floating clouds blocking the sun, and a hint of frost, and he knew that his end was near.

Until one day, the ground was covered with silver white, the morning frost stained his back, and the autumn wind blew like a knife. He saw his kind falling to the ground one after another. He knew that his fate had come. Soon, his six legs loosened, and he fell from the treetop and fell into the dust.

From the time it emerges from the earth and grows wings to the time its wings wither and fall to the ground, it hibernates underground for seventeen years, but only sings loudly for thirty-six days.

With his body stiff and motionless, Cheng Xinzhan felt death approaching step by step. Soon, the overwhelming frost came down like snow, freezing the cicada to death.

Then, there was endless darkness and cold, which threatened to wipe out consciousness...

Cheng Xinzhan slowly opened his eyes and looked outside. The moon was like a crescent and the night was as cool as water.

January of year seventeen seems like a dream.

He smiled and said to himself,

"Zhou and the butterfly, I and the cicada, there must be a difference. This is called materialization."

He relaxed for a while, until the feeling of being a cicada faded a little and the familiarity of being a human gradually returned, then he continued to take the dew.

The second step of taking Lu is called "teeth falling".

The Buddhist scriptures say that wind and dew are the metal evil spirits that will rot the bones when they enter the body. If you swallow them rashly, all the bones in your body will become brittle and turn into a pool of rotten meat. If you want to avoid this situation, use teeth instead of bones.

Teeth are bones, so before the wind and dew enter the body, apply it on the teeth first, so that the teeth can bear the sense of decay. Combined with the first step, that is, "the tongue tastes the sense of decay, and the teeth replace the reality of decay", only in this way, after the wind and dew are actually swallowed and enter the body, there is a chance to resist the blowing of the wind of decay.

He waited until the next day at the hour of You, and used the "Huangji Zhengwu Sha" to guard the Twelve-story Tower, preventing the decaying wind from blowing into the inner world. This time he took a drop of wind dew the size of a soybean, put it into his mouth again, smeared it on his teeth with his tongue, and clenched his teeth.

acid!
The second bite was so sour.

Cheng Xinzhan felt like his teeth were about to fall out. No, it wasn't a feeling, it seemed like they were really falling out. But he soon stopped caring about it. The sour feeling started from his teeth and quickly spread to his whole body.

All the bones in my body are sore. Why are they so sore? It feels like my bones are old and are about to melt away. It feels like there are ants crawling and needles prickling my bones.

Cheng Xinzhan wanted to grit his teeth and hold on, but he couldn't feel his teeth. His body trembled slightly involuntarily. The pain this time was comparable to the Zhensha acupuncture point attack many years ago.

At the end of the twelfth month, the sourness seeping from his bones slowly faded away. It was not until midnight that he felt that his body was slowly regaining control.

What a powerful wind and dew!

His forehead was already covered in sweat. He took out a handkerchief to wipe it. Then he realized that there was a foreign object in his mouth. He reached out to take it, opened his mouth and spit out. It was a tooth.

Fortunately.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't fall too much.

The Buddhist scriptures say that the number of teeth that fall out is related to the bone age and remaining lifespan of the person. The younger the bone age, the more remaining lifespan, and naturally the fewer teeth that fall out.

But when he looked at the shape of the teeth carefully, he found that they looked a bit like incisors.

He felt something was wrong and took out his magic mirror to take a look.

"what!"

He screamed uncontrollably, then tightly closed his mouth, immediately put away the mirror, and decided not to speak again until his new teeth grew in! Never!

Fortunately, after experiencing bitterness and sourness, I finally reached the last step, the real refining of the wind dew.

There was not much wind and dew left, so he waited until the hour of You, drank it all in one gulp, and controlled the "Huang Ji Zheng Wu Sha" to gradually release the twelve floors, allowing the wind and dew to flow in slowly.

"call--"

A strong wind blows in the small world.

The cold wind, the chilly wind, the withering wind, the killing wind, the wind that accelerates gold and cracks rocks, the wind that brings disasters and the five kinds of decline. This is a wind that is far more powerful than the "White Blemish and Impermanence Evil".

However, Cheng Xinzhan was well prepared. The five palaces moved together, pinched seals and chanted spells, and the five palaces shone brightly, resisting the wind of decline. At the same time, each palace separated a force and transformed into five-colored divine light to protect the crimson palace. There was a crimson purple life-saving mirror in the purple palace, and a dragon-tiger golden elixir in the yellow palace.

Not a single bit of bad wind can enter the vital parts.

The muscles and bones had been borne by the teeth, and the weak wind had no intention of bothering him now, so it could only blow on the flesh and blood. However, there was the "Huang Ji Zheng Wu Sha" in front to stop the wind, and the "Yu Ze Pei Lin Gang" in the back to nourish him all the way. Although the weak wind was strong, Cheng Xinzhan had made sufficient preparations step by step, and except for the loss of a straight front tooth, it did not cause any waves in his body.

Under the suppression of "Huang Ji Zheng Wu Sha" and various inner gods, the wind gradually calmed down. Finally, with the appearance of the wind bird spirit, the wind finally surrendered completely.

Cheng Xinzhan named it "Su Feng Liang Tian Gang". "Su" means white, autumn, gold, and sorrow, but it should sound more elegant and euphemistic. Otherwise, it would always sound like there is a bad wind blowing in the body, or the five bad winds of disasters and plagues, which is not very pleasant to hear and is not a good omen.

Driven by the wind bird, the quiet breeze slowly blew into the Huangting Palace.

The Huangting Palace is like a cauldron, with a dragon-tiger golden elixir shining brightly inside. A circle of gray clouds surrounds the dragon-tiger golden elixir.

This is the calamity cloud, indicating the time when Cheng Xinzhan's next golden elixir calamity will come.

At this time, there is still some distance between the calamity cloud and the golden elixir. Although this distance looks very short in the small inner world, the speed at which the calamity cloud approaches the golden elixir is even slower, so slow that it takes the outside world to rotate fifty-two times before the calamity cloud can touch the golden elixir.

Some people want the calamity cloud to go slower, some people want it to go faster, and Cheng Xinzhan is undoubtedly the latter.

As the pure wind rushed into the Huangting Palace and blew on the calamity cloud, it was obvious that the speed at which the calamity cloud approached the golden elixir became much faster.

really!

The wind of nature can bring about the disaster of nature!

"Haha! Although it is hard work to sift through the sand, you will find gold after blowing away all the sand. Gold! Hahahahaha——"

In this quiet room in Jiange, Xichuan, Cheng Xinzhan's hearty laughter rang out and lasted for a long time.

(End of this chapter)