Chapter 42 contains four techniques of finding the pulse

Winter goes to spring, and it's another year of cold and summer.

In the main mansion of Zhaoyou Tianchi, Zhang Yan held the remnant jade in his hand, and imagined that there were only two paths left in front of him in the sea of knowledge, and one of them was the method of mastering the magic that he had been seeking for a long time.

His eyes opened slightly, and he slowly retreated from the remnant jade, sat his body upright, and slowly breathed in breathing, and after dozens of breaths, the exhaustion on his body was swept away.

Within a year, he had already repelled four forks in the road, so that with another half a year's results, he would be able to push that exercise backwards, and spend more than a year figuring out the practice, when he could use it before Dabi.

Now one day in this remnant jade can be compared to more than 40 days in the outside world, and this year is equivalent to 40 years of deduction.

But when he did the math, he found that it was not so simple.

I am afraid that the deduction will not be long before it will be exhausted, so I can only meditate and breathe and slowly recover my vitality, then it will at least delay several times more than him, so I am afraid that it will not be used for more than 100 years.

He shook his head, and sighed in his heart, no wonder there are very few people in the door who practice these nine true scriptures, if it weren't for the help of remnants of jade like himself, how many people in the world would be able to go down this road?

This Dao Sutra is not like other exercises, not only will it not increase its cultivation when it is deduced, but it will also consume the Dansha and consume the mind, and one's own cultivation will inevitably be delayed because of this.

After such a hundred years, the younger disciples are diligent and keep catching up, while the monks of the same generation are far behind them.

He felt a little nostalgic, shook his head, and smiled, with a wave of his long sleeves, a smoke flew out, and rolled up a bucket of real sand under the jade couch.

After about an hour, he withdrew from the decision, his eyes were already blazing and his spirit was flying.

After a year of retreat in the palace, he had instructed him not to come and disturb him if he had no important matter, but at this moment, when he had a little time to spare, he went out with a magic trick and led the small pot mirror to check the situation in the cave.

Among his disciples, Liu Yanyi has the highest talent and the most decided, because she does not participate in the Tao of Xuan Xuan every day and works behind closed doors, but frequently goes out to kill demons and evils, which can not only accumulate merit, but also hone the skill of slashing the enemy with the flying sword.

With the help of Jian Maru, she flies to and from within reach, unrestrained, and has the protection of the Dharma Protector Ganoderma lucidum, which is a difficult demon, as long as she is not bent on fighting, she can always get away.

In this year, she has made more merit than she had in the previous twenty years combined, and her swordsmanship has become more and more proficient.

In addition, she also kept in mind Zhang Yan's advice, first warmed the sword pill every day, and then took some time to instruct the Wang sisters on how to interpret the etching text.

Zhang Yan nodded secretly, this big apprentice doesn't need to worry about himself, he just glanced at himself and brushed his sleeve, the mirror fluctuated, and the figure of the Wang sisters appeared in a cave.

Wang Caiting looked at the shining pearl in the sky, and was thinking about her heart with her hands on her cheeks.

For more than a year, she was planning and deducing the erosion in this cave mansion every day, without leaving the house, with her original lively and active temperament, but it was bitterly tight.

In addition to this underwater cave, this Zhaoyun Heavenly Pond is also full of smoke and waves, vast and abnormal, and there are many wonderful places to visit, but disciples can't help but go to play.

It's just that Wang Caiting hasn't practiced any exercises so far, and her body is stronger than ordinary people, and every two hours, she has to take an elixir to improve her physique and refine her muscles and bones to resist the cold in this cave, so she can't run out alone to relax. ...,

And there are many strange fish and beasts in the pond that day, with huge bodies and hideous and vicious appearances, just looking at them will be terrified, if there is no familiar person to guide the way, where would she dare to walk around it.

She had the intention to find Tian Kun to finish, but the latter was a stuffy gourd, and she had never changed her attitude because of the marriage between the two, and she only knew that she was hiding in the cave all day long, and she was more diligent than Liu Yanyi, and she didn't have the slightest heart to take care of her, which often made her eat a closed door, which made Wang Caiting also angry.

She was distracted for a long time, feeling a little bored, and turned her eyes, seeing her sister looking at the book in her hand seriously, and picking up the bamboo chip from time to time to fiddle, her mouth pouted, and she couldn't help but push her, and said without words: "Sister, why does the teacher want me to wait for the ghost to draw runes?"

Wang Caiwei was concentrating on her own deduction, but was interrupted by her sister, who glanced at her with some dissatisfaction, frowned and said: "Fourth sister, what the teacher says is to do it, why do you need to ask so much?"

She also knew that this sister was smarter than herself, and she learned to write very quickly, but her mind was very erratic, and she couldn't make up her mind, but they were always the same mother, and it was not easy to ignore them.

She put down the book, turned her body sideways, and said with a straight face: "Fourth sister, there are millions of people in the nine cities, but only my two sisters can worship under the teacher's door, how rare is this opportunity?

Wang Caiting saw that the third sister had a straight face, and hurriedly took her hand and shook it with a smile and said, "Sister, don't say it, my sister knows it's wrong." ”

Wang Caiwei looked at her like this, she knew that she didn't go to her heart, she was also helpless, she raised her finger and tapped her forehead hard, and said: "You, senior sister has to take the school exam every month, and if you miss a little, you will be punished for writing the "One Qi Qing Sutra" a thousand times, but this time I will no longer help you copy it, see how you are." ”

Hearing the word "penalty writing", Wang Caiting was also frightened.

Over the past year, Liu Yanyi has come to point out the second daughter from time to time, although she has a gentle temperament, but she is not soft at all when she teaches people, if she can't solve the etching text, she doesn't beat or scold, she just tells you to copy the scriptures a thousand times, and if she sees you perfunctory, she can always find some omissions and rectify Wang Caiting to be miserable.

What she is most afraid of now is this senior sister, so she muttered a few sentences, so she had to pick up the bamboo chip obediently again, and deduced the eclipse with a bitter face.

Zhang Yan smiled slightly, the two sisters are now handed over to Liu Yanyi for discipline, but it is enough, and now he has no time to take more care of it, he flicked his sleeves, closed the mirror, and said again: "Jingling, I have been in retreat for a day, has there been anything in this mansion?"

When the black-clothed scholar heard Zhang Yan's call, he immediately turned out of the mirror and saluted: "Master, everything in the house is as usual, but in March after the master's retreat, Zhao Houzhou and She Yutang came again, because they saw that the master was still in retreat, so they didn't dare to disturb, but left a lot of Taoist books and left. ”

"Oh, these two fellow Daoists have come back from that Immortal Mansion so soon?"

Zhang Yan was slightly surprised, thinking that the two of them also had a smooth trip, he thought about it and said, "You can bring that book to me to see." ”

The black-clothed scholar said "yes", then took a few jade butterflies out of his sleeve, took two steps forward, and handed them respectfully.

Zhang Yan pointed a little finger, and these jade butterflies flickered, and they were suspended in the air, and a few tricks were punched into it, and a stream of spiritual light rushed out of it, and lines of eclipse scripts appeared from the light.

He took a few looks, and saw that it was also quite esoteric and complicated, not a moment to solve, just about to receive the aura, and when he would pay attention to it in his leisure time in the future, he saw that there was a jade plate on the etching text but it was easy to understand, just a glance to know the clue. ..., he sighed and said to himself, "This is the law?"

This method is not a cultivation technique, nor is it a divine channel technique, but a pulse finding technique.

The so-called "technique of finding the pulse" is a method in which the monk takes a drop of essence blood and transports the method, no matter how far away it is, it will also find the method of people who are close to his own bloodline.

Although this method is rare, many people understand it.

There are many monks who have the opportunity to cultivate to a certain level, they will use this method to find descendants who are close to their bloodline, and teach them the Taoist arts, if they are reincarnated in the future, they can also take refuge under them, and then enter the Xuanmen, and there are many families in the world who are relatively small.

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand and flicked the jade butterfly, and came to him, he carefully looked at the trick, and found that it was not very complicated and profound, and after a little reading, he knew how to make an envoy.

As soon as his mind moved, he took out a drop of essence blood according to his method, and as soon as the magic trick was realized, he felt that his soul was fluttering, and in a trance, he sensed more than a dozen breaths similar to his own blood from the darkness.

Among them, there is a breath that is obscure, intermittent, and ethereal, if there is nothing, it seems to be a person of the same way, he has no intention of checking, the divine will move, before this person notices, he hides himself, and then to the other most conspicuous breath to probe.

This breath is very bright and intimate, very clear, and there are seven or eight breaths entangled with it, obviously descendants of his heirs, but when Zhang Yanfang swept the divine will, he found that this breath has decayed to the extreme, and it seems that it will not be long before he will abandon the world and no longer in the world.

Zhang Yan frowned, pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed slightly, then he let out a clear sigh, turned into a cloud of smoke and walked out of the cave, and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, one of the ten factions of the Xuanmen Sect, in the Dahua Cave of Baoyang, there was a girl dressed in a yellow dress and a white skirt, with bright eyes, and her body trembled slightly, and her willow eyebrows also frowned unconsciously.

A majestic female voice came from the top of the main hall, saying, "Zhen'er, why are you confused? ”

The girl lowered her head and said softly, "Yes, teacher." ”

She hurriedly put aside Shicai's strange feeling that came from nowhere, gathered her thoughts, and used the master's magic method again.

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