Chapter Seventeen: The Lotus Treasure Classic

  It was a short passage of only a few hundred words, written in tiny characters that were as clear as if they had been carved with a knife. Moreover, the text was engraved on the side of the stone steps, rather than being chiseled into the yellow-brown wall like other martial arts secrets.

  The faintly discernible aura emanating from the tiny characters engraved on the stone steps was eerily abnormal, vastly different from the auras of other texts in this passageway. Its eerie and sinister nature had reached an extreme, yet it exerted a fatally alluring influence on Wen Ya!

  These hundred or so small characters start with the name of this foundation-building method, which is the four ancient seal script characters 'Lotus Flower Precious Manual'. Behind these four seal script characters, there are no specific skills or techniques, only a paragraph left by the carver of this manual.

  The manual of the Lotus Treasure contains a powerful and profound technique that was obtained by our predecessors 30,000 years ago in a place of extreme danger. The techniques described are extremely deep and complex, yet also extremely perilous. They represent the pinnacle of evil, but also the pinnacle of profundity. To master them requires a true and powerful energy that is both extremely soft and gentle, yet also extremely strong and firm. For over 10,000 years, countless talented and brilliant disciples have attempted to practice this technique, but none have succeeded, and many have died trying. The transmission of this book to the world is not a blessing for the Taoist community, and I had intended to destroy it. However, the techniques described in this precious manual are too profound and powerful to be destroyed, and are unmatched by any other top-level Taoist technique or secret skill from that time period. Therefore, I have left this solitary copy of the book here, with the hope that someone who is destined to see these words will remember them, and exercise extreme caution.

  "Hmm?" Wen Ya continued to look down, and below this paragraph, a lotus stone carving was carved vividly, as if it were really growing there. Next to it was a line of words - "I, Mo Na Le! Leave the treasure book here, for those who have fate!"

  When Wen Ya saw this last line of words, his mind buzzed loudly.

  "What's going on?" He was shocked.

  "What's wrong with you?"

  "Is Mozhener the thirteenth generation ancestor of the Yiguandao?"

  Wen Ya was stunned and didn't dare to believe it, but the words were actually left by Mo Na Le, the thirteenth ancestor of the Shaolin Temple in history.

  This... is too shocking!

  Mo Yan - This lofty thirteenth generation ancestor is one of the people who have stood at the pinnacle of Taoist magic and martial arts for tens of millions of years in the Jiaolong Sect. His talent is stunning, and it can even be compared to the legendary Jiaolong ancestors!

  This is how someone evaluated him ——

  Then this... "Lotus Flower Treasure" will be what kind of evil and unorthodox cultivation method!

  Wen Ya's fingers involuntarily touched the surface of the lotus flower carving, and at that moment, a faint, extremely thin, mist-like strange energy suddenly flowed out of his body and surged into it.

  A deafening crash exploded in Wenya's mind, a boundless and seemingly sinister power that communicated with physical energy surged into his brain, countless trivial black-gray symbols, words, sounds also rushed in.

  Wen Ya's body began to tremble.

  "Ka ka......"

  Half a beat later, a crisp sound rang out, and the lotus pattern originally carved on the side of the stone steps cracked inch by inch, with cracks appearing on the surface.

  Wen Ya's expression suddenly froze, his mouth agape as if it could swallow a duck egg. The essence of the "Lotus Scripture" flowed through his mind one by one, from the most basic characters and handprints to the complex and intricate meridian routes, all deeply etched into his brain.

  At the same time, in the middle of the chest, about two inches below the navel, in the Dan Tian Qi Hai, the original fluffy smoke dust that had been stagnant there, motionless, began to rotate slowly.

  Although that one strand of murky, black smoke-like substance was still extremely thin at this point, it did not hinder its operation according to the intricate meridian positions in the "Lotus Treasure Canon".

  A faint movement in his mind, Wen Ya only felt his left hand tighten slightly, and that strand of extremely fine and toxic air suddenly ran along his obscure meridians. At the same time, he only felt a chill on the edge of his palm, and involuntarily swung it around, his left palm flat and sweeping, yet seemingly stirring up a faint black-gray light...

  A "zila" sound rang out, a circular arc burst forth silently from his palm, and the air in front of him was suddenly cut open.

  Wen Ya shook his head, and when he came to his senses again, he looked forward. About five steps away, the originally hard yellow-brown stone wall silently opened a 10-centimeter gap, with an unexpectedly smooth cut...

  ……

  Dark clouds filled the sky, and amidst the howling wind, large raindrops poured down, shrouding the entire undulating mountain range in a misty veil of dampness.

  In the quiet room at the top of the mountain, Wen Ya took a deep breath and suddenly felt relaxed all over.

  Through the large window, gazing up at the vast sky with dark rain clouds, carefully listening to the deafening thunder outside the window and the occasional croaks of frogs...

  "Hesitant and vague, yet within it there is an image; Vague and hesitant, yet within it there is a thing; Deep and obscure, yet within it there is a spirit. Its spirit is very true, Within it there is faith..."

  "In the ancient past, when there was no heaven and earth, there was only the image of nothingness. ... Chaos gave birth to it, through the heavens and the earth... , and thus it separated into yin and yang, and divided into eight extremes. The interaction of hardness and softness formed, and all things took shape."

  "The essence of all things is life. Below it gives birth to the five grains, above it forms the arrayed stars, flowing between heaven and earth, it is called ghostly spirits; stored within the chest, it is called a sage..."

  "The spirit is what one receives from Heaven, while the physical body is what one inherits from Earth."

  "In unity with Heaven. Heaven and Earth are the father and mother of all things. When they come together, a body is formed; when they separate, a beginning is made. The form and spirit do not decay, this is called being able to transform, reversing to correspond with Heaven..."

  ……

  After silently reciting the mysterious "Ri Qi Pan Jia Mo He Jiao Zhuang Zhou Gang" in the sea of knowledge once again, Wen Ya slowly closed his eyes, and he became intoxicated with a piece of emptiness in his mind, slowly sinking deeply into a harmonious world...

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