nyslfriends Chapter 142 A Study of the Origins of the Buddhist Canon
Chapter 142 A Study of the Origins of the Buddhist Canon
"The second layer."
Yu Youwei walked to his side, squatted down, and gently stroked the leaves of the Sunflower Seed, her movements as gentle as if she were stroking a baby's cheek.
"The peak master said that in another year, these two spiritual plants can be accelerated to maturity, and within three years they can produce a hundred-year spiritual pearl, and in five years they can produce a three-hundred-year spiritual pearl."
Zhang Lin nodded.
It seems that Yu Youwei's talent in the Tai Su Jade Technique is even higher than he expected, and her use of Tai Su Profound Light to cultivate spiritual plants is beyond imagination.
"And the cultivation technique?" Zhang Lin asked again, "How's your cultivation of the Profound Yin Technique going?"
"I've reached the late stage of Qi Refining." Yu Youwei stood up, patted the dirt off her skirt, and said, "I just broke through a few days ago and am currently condensing Xuan Yin True Qi."
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Lin's eyes.
In just a few months, she progressed from the early to the later stages of Qi Refining; her cultivation speed was comparable to his.
"The cultivation speed of someone with a special physique who has found a suitable cultivation method is indeed astonishing," he praised.
"How are you doing in Qingluo City?" Yu Youwei asked, leading Zhang Lin to sit down at the stone table in the courtyard and pouring him a cup of spiritual tea.
The tea soup is emerald green and has a refreshing aroma; it is a special spiritual tea produced by Cuiping Peak.
Zhang Lin picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"I've got the earth-elemental spirit item." He put down his teacup. "It cost 19,000 spirit stones."
Upon hearing the price, Yu Youwei frowned slightly: "So expensive?"
"Someone is competing with me," Zhang Lin said, without going into details, "but the product is really good, so it's worth the price."
Yu Youwei nodded and didn't ask any further questions.
The two remained silent for a moment.
"While you're in the sect, has anyone been causing you trouble?" Zhang Lin asked.
Yu Youwei shook her head: "The peak master protects me, and my senior brothers and sisters also take good care of me. No one dares to cause trouble."
"That's good."
"But..." Yu Youwei hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.
"Just what?"
Yu Youwei hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "During the days you were away, every night when I meditated in the corridor, a voice would come from deep within my brow."
Zhang Lin frowned: "What was that sound?"
"At first it was very blurry and I couldn't hear it clearly," Yu Youwei said. "But it gradually became clearer, like reciting a passage of scripture."
She repeated those words word for word.
"The gate of the mysterious female is called the root of heaven and earth. It is the pivot of opening and closing, the exit of existence and the entry of non-existence. It is the root of heaven and earth, the gate of all mysteries."
"Tai Su is the beginning of Qi. Xuan Pin is the root of Heaven and Earth."
"Now that you have opened the gate of the Mysterious Female, you shall inherit the work of the Nine Heavens. When the sun and moon converge, and the mysterious light condenses into elixir, ascend northward to the Great Mystery."
After listening, Zhang Lin remained silent for a long time.
"Head north to Tai Xuan." He repeated the last four words. "Where is Tai Xuan?"
"I asked the elder of the Scripture Pavilion," Yu Youwei said. "He said that Tai Xuan might be an ancient place name, and no one knows its location now."
Zhang Lin frowned. The Danxia Sect had a history of over eight thousand years, yet this Tai Xuan was not even recorded within the sect.
Either this place name existed before the Danxia Sect's lineage, or...
Or perhaps it's not even in Kyushu.
He didn't voice this guess.
This passage doesn't sound like some kind of evil or heretical teaching; instead, it has an ancient, profound, and orthodox Taoist feel to it.
In particular, the phrase "Tai Su is the beginning of Qi" is quite similar to some ancient Taoist scriptures he had read.
"Did you tell your master about this?" Zhang Lin asked.
Yu Youwei shook her head: "No, I'm not sure if this is an opportunity or a trap, so I don't dare to tell him rashly."
Zhang Lin nodded; caution was the right thing to do.
In the world of cultivation, there are no free lunches.
Voices from unknown sources are most likely traps.
However, the possibility of it being a matter of chance cannot be ruled out.
The Xuan Yin Body is an extremely rare physique. Yu Youwei has also cultivated the Tai Su Jade Technique passed down from the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden. Perhaps there really is some kind of inheritance waiting for a destined person.
"Don't make a fuss for now," Zhang Lin said after a moment's thought. "Continue cultivating the Tai Su Jade Technique. If that voice comes again, listen carefully and write it down. We'll figure out a solution together after the Grand Competition."
Yu Youwei nodded: "Okay."
Zhang Lin stood up.
He turned to leave, leaving only one sentence: "There's no need to rush the matter of Foundation Establishment inheritance. After I establish my foundation, I will find a Foundation Establishment inheritance for you."
It wasn't a promise, nor was it any consolation; it was just a straightforward statement.
But it is precisely this calm tone that is more reassuring than any grand pronouncements.
Yu Youwei watched his retreating figure in silence for a long time.
The morning light bathed the mountain path, and the mist gradually dissipated, revealing the outlines of the distant peaks.
Early-rising disciples were already walking along the mountain path of Cuiping Peak, in twos and threes. Some were going to the alchemy room for the early shift, while others were going to the martial arts training ground for morning practice.
Zhang Lin walked up the mountain path with steady steps and a calm expression, as if the conversation had never happened.
But in his heart, Yu Youwei's words had left a deep imprint.
The voice that rang out during meditation, capable of transmitting sound across time and space despite the limitations of cultivation techniques, likely possessed a level of attainment far beyond his imagination.
Zhang Lin dared not investigate further.
He is far from being able to reach that level yet.
Heading north to Tai Xuan.
Perhaps one day, when he stands high enough, the secret behind those four words will automatically surface.
but not now.
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As dawn broke through, Cuiping Peak was still shrouded in a thin layer of mist.
Zhang Lin walked up the mountain path and soon arrived at the Sutra Repository Square.
The reason I came here is simply to find out the origin of the spirit beast egg that was seized from Li Xiao's storage bag.
Since obtaining it, he has tried to probe the egg with his spiritual sense several times, but each time he was blocked by a chaotic barrier and could not see what was inside.
He went through the information left behind by Li Xiao, which did not mention the specific origin of the two eggs at all, only that they were obtained from the Yellow Springs Pool along with the Biluo Lotus.
In the past few months, he had also searched through various jade slips and diagrams introducing spirit beasts in Qingluo City, but to no avail.
The type of ordinary spirit beast egg can be identified with a single scan of the spirit sense.
These two eggs were completely different. The patterns on their shells were ancient and intricate, unlike anything from this day, but rather like relics from ancient times.
Zhang Lin took out two eggs from his storage bag.
Under the nurturing of the spirit over the past few months, the two eggs are no longer as lifeless as they were when they were first obtained. Instead, they have become much more vibrant, and their shells have changed color.
The two eggs were about the size of watermelons. One of them had turned completely black, with fine lines covering its shell and a faint, dark sheen flowing between the lines.
Those patterns weren't carved on, but were naturally formed, like divination inscriptions on tortoise shells or bronze vessels, exuding an indescribable ancient aura.
The other one is blue-green, with patterns like rippling water, a bluish-green hue, and a restrained luster.
He held the two eggs in his hands, examined them for a long time in the morning light, and finally shook his head.
After putting away the two eggs, Zhang Lin climbed the steps.
He paused for a moment outside the Sutra Repository, hung the token of his personal disciple on his waist, and stepped inside.
The first-floor hall was spacious and bright, with several rows of bookshelves against the wall, neatly stacked with jade slips and paper classics.
Several outer disciples were copying jade slips at their desks when they heard footsteps. They looked up, saw Zhang Lin, and then lowered their heads again.
There were seven or eight disciples who were reading books. When Zhang Lin entered, some nodded slightly in greeting, while others pretended not to hear and continued to look through the books.
The title of champion of the Cuiping Peak Junior Competition is already quite familiar to the outer sect members.
The elder guarding the pavilion was still the same gray-robed elder, but Zhang Lin now knew his name.
This man's surname was Meng and his given name was Chuan. He was a disciple who entered the sect in the same batch as Lu Yuanshan. At this moment, he was sitting behind the counter flipping through a yellowed ancient book.
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