It was late at night, and the God of Land had already returned to his small temple to meditate on the Dharma, and Ji Yuan also returned to the side room in Zhao Dongliang's courtyard.
However, Ji Yuan did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, he sat quietly at the table in the room with the Qingteng Sword placed on the table. His eyes were slightly closed, his mind was in a state of half awake and half awake, visualizing the huge alchemy furnace in his artistic conception.
On the body of the artistic conception alchemy furnace, the five colors of gold, water, wood, fire and earth have appeared, changing in some ways real and some not. In the center of the furnace, the yin and yang energies have been re-generated, entwining with the original true fire in the furnace and gradually merging into one. The bright fire color that shines through actually shows a strange sense of restraint, mixed with the changes from gray to brown to yin and yang in the brewing fiery fire.
The original true fire in the artistic conception alchemy furnace is described in the Tongming Strategy as the fire of divine will. The black and white energies transform into yin fire and yang fire respectively, and the three mix to form a fire with infinite power.
This is Ji Yuan's intuitive feeling. He can even vaguely feel that the original artistic conception of the alchemy furnace's true fire, this "virtual" fire, has already had a real bridge.
Influenced by the memories of his previous life, Ji Yuan couldn't help but feel excited about this change, and even wondered if it was the legendary "Samadhi True Fire".
Although I had never looked up what the Samadhi True Fire was in my previous life, I have seen a similar description of the Samadhi Fire in the Tongming Ce in this life. It talked about four fires generated in the human body: the upper Samadhi Heart Fire, the middle Samadhi Kidney Fire, the lower Samadhi Sea Fire, and the last one is the Xuanmai Divine Fire, which is the true fire in the furnace.
However, although the Tongming Ce has a description of the Samadhi Fire, there is no such thing as the Samadhi True Fire. The four Samadhi Fires are also separate, and the word "true fire" is of great significance. Except for the alchemy furnace divine fire that is related to the life and property of every cultivator, which can be called "true fire", little is known about other true fires.
"But in my situation, I am qualified to be called Samadhi True Fire!"
Ji Yuan muttered to himself with some pride, "Mei" here means mysterious and hidden. The "Yin Mei True Fire" and "Yang Mei True Fire" transformed by black and white are the other two definitions of Mei given by Ji Yuan.
After all, he has something that others don't have, so it's not too much to name it according to the characteristics of fire, right? Well, this may be a bit arbitrary, so let's think about it another way. 99.99% of the immortal cultivators definitely don't have it.
Then there was the influence left by the word "叱". In the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, there was always a faint echo of Ji Yuan himself, as if reminding Ji Yuan that the word was still there.
Whenever the pronunciation of the words was clear, Ji Yuan could vaguely see a thin layer of mysterious yellow gas surrounding outside the artistic conception alchemy furnace.
"Could it be that Xuan Huang Qi is really a merit?"
Ji Yuan understood that that word was also an important opportunity for him tonight. He even understood its meaning from the sound and vaguely grasped its essence. If he wanted to confirm it, there was a suitable opportunity right in front of him to try it.
Thinking of this, Ji Yuan opened his eyes, looked directly at the sword on the table, and pressed his sword finger on the tip of the sword.
Just like the thoughts move with the heart and the body moves with the thoughts, at this moment Ji Yuan pointed his sword towards the Qingteng Sword. A burst of green energy flashed, and the yin and yang colors flowed. There was also a small wisp of mysterious yellow energy flowing out from the artistic conception alchemy furnace and gathered at the fingertips.
"The command becomes a spirit!"
A slight command was heard.
“Buzz~~~~”
The rust on the sword was instantly shattered, and the three-foot-long sword actually floated two inches above the table, with a slight sound from the sword and a constant flow of cold light.
The spirituality born from the Green Ivy Sword directly transformed into a sword spirit. It was absolutely worthy of the title of "Immortal Sword". Even though Ji Yuan felt a little dizzy at the moment, he could not hide the surprise on his face.
Although it is certainly far from the truth, this feeling has a flavor of being conferred, at least Ji Yuan is willing to think so when he is intoxicated with himself.
The sound of "tick-tick~" made Ji Yuan look down and found a drop of blood on the table. Then he felt a little itchy in his eyes and nose.
what's the situation
Ji Yuan reached out his hand to touch the corners of his eyes and nose and found that he was actually bleeding. Fortunately, there were only a few drops and it had stopped now.
"It seems that this decree cannot be used casually, but this time it is definitely worth it!"
Ji Yuan waved his hand, and a few drops of blood were directly turned into the lamp oil on the table. He then stroked the Qingteng Sword like a big child who got a toy, causing the sword to fly left and right and tremble from time to time. There were images of yin and yang on it, and it would also attract a trace of spiritual energy on its own.
In the eyes of ordinary people, things used by "immortals" who practice Taoism are all "immortal weapons". However, in the eyes of a semi-expert like Ji Yuan, as Tong Mingce said, the word "immortal" is not so light in weight. Even though the Qingteng Sword is made of ordinary iron, Ji Yuan dares to call it an immortal sword.
"Hey, tonight is really my night of opportunity!"
In this lingering feeling of slight excitement, Ji Yuan fell into a deep sleep on the bed, while the Qingteng Sword lay quietly on the table without flying or shaking, as if it was no different from before except that there was no sign of rust.
. . .
The morning arrived with the sound of roosters crowing throughout the village. Zhaojiazhuang was peaceful and harmonious, and the festive atmosphere of the newlyweds was still strong.
Ji Yuan got up a little late today. When he woke up, he could hear a lot of sounds of villagers working outside.
The door opened with a creaky sound, and Zhao Dongliang greeted him hurriedly as if he had been waiting for him.
"Morning, Mr. Ji! We cooked some rice porridge, and it's still hot!"
"Okay, thank you. Didn't Brother Zhao go to the fields to help?"
"Haha, I'm back from weeding."
As he spoke, Zhao Dongliang had already found a large bowl and went to the kitchen to serve Ji Yuan some porridge. He put some pickles on top and brought it out to Ji Yuan.
Ji Yuan didn't hesitate and started eating. Although he got up a little late, it was hot and the porridge was still steaming hot but not too hot, just right for his mouth.
Then Ji Yuan felt that even for him, it was a bit awkward to be stared at by Zhao Dongliang while eating porridge, especially when he was sitting on a small stool while the latter was squatting.
"Brother Zhao, do you know anything about the land god of Zhaojiazhuang?"
Zhao Dongliang's eyes lit up. Finally, he had a topic to talk about that could help him get close to Mr. Ji.
"I know this. When I was a child, I heard from the elders in the village that the land god of our Zhaojia Village has a name. I dare not mention the name, but it is the ancestor of the village. At that time, the ancestor lived to be exactly 100 years old. He was a famous centenarian in the county. Even the county magistrate came to see him. There is still a plaque in the ancestral hall in the village. Then the ancestors wanted to hold a memorial ceremony for him, and they worshipped him as the land god."
"Oh, that's how it is!"
It's not a thrilling story, but it makes sense.
Although it was not far from the land temple, Ji Yuan did not have any intention of avoiding it, as he was not saying anything bad about anyone.
After chatting with Zhao Dongliang for a while, Ji Yuan tried his best to satisfy Zhao Dongliang's curiosity about the outside world. For a countryman like him, if nothing unexpected happens, he will probably marry, have children and live a stable life in Zhaojiazhuang in this life. In fact, there is nothing wrong with that.
After finishing the porridge and resting for a while, Ji Yuan said goodbye to the Zhao family. Zhao Dongliang volunteered to help Ji Yuan carry the umbrella and luggage to the village entrance. It was not until this moment that he realized that the wooden box that Mr. Ji had been carrying so lightly was so heavy.
When they were parting, Ji Yuan actually wanted to give something to Zhao Dongliang, but there was really nothing suitable. Giving money was too vulgar and it would be too tasteless if he gave too much or too little. Giving martial arts secrets was really inappropriate and might even bring disaster.
In the end, he could only stop some distance away after saying goodbye and bow slightly towards the small temple at the entrance of the village.
"Please, God of Land, take care of me!"
Zhao Dongliang was standing at the entrance of the village, watching Ji Yuan's departing figure suddenly turn around and bow, seeming to be muttering something. Zhao Dongliang thought that the figure was directed at him, so he hurriedly returned the greeting with an inaccurate gesture.
But he felt that the direction he was looking was not right, so he turned his head subconsciously and saw an old man looking at him with a smile from the direction of the land temple. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, but the temple was still there, but the man was gone.
"Oh my god, in broad daylight...!"
Shivering, Zhao Dongliang hurried home.