Chapter 9: Yaoshi Liuli

  "What's wrong with you?"

  Chen Ximicro stood in front of Ning Feng, with his waist bent, his hands propped on his knees, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if somewhat dissatisfied.

  They were standing too close, wiping away two fists' distance, and their faces were about to stick together.

  Even without turning back, I can feel the piercing gaze of jealousy burning towards me.

  "It's nothing, I'm just a bit tired."

  Ning Feng shrugged and said with a spread of his hands.

  He never said he just went into the Jiukong Stone and had a great time, it was very rewarding.

  Chen Xi's expression eased, and his voice softened: "Hmm, Ning Feng, cheer up. Just now, the elder from Jingxiang Pavilion came to inform us that seven days later is the Fuyao Conference."

  "Jing Xiang Ge... Seven days later... Fu Yao Hui"

  Ning Feng, having gone through "nine deaths and one life", was now more spirited than ever, capable of killing two tigers at once. His thinking wouldn't be slow-witted, immediately grasping the key point in Chen Xi's words.

  "The Fragrant Pavilion" is such a elegant name, he will remember it after hearing it once.

  There, it is the sacred place of the Sun God Temple of the Seven Sects under Heaven, besides having countless secret manuals of Gong Fa, there are countless strange rumors and secrets in the Ten Thousand Years Cultivation Realm, rare birds and beasts, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, everything is available.

  Jingxiang Pavilion Elder was a legendary figure among all the inner and outer door disciples of the entire Sun God Temple.

  The grand Jingxiang Pavilion was another important location, yet it had always been managed by only one person, which was quite strange.

  Some say his cultivation is profound and he is not inferior to the elders of various peaks, and it's possible that he is the legendary ancestor; others say he doesn't cultivate at all, but is just an ordinary old man.

  Nobody knows and nobody dares to try.

  Jingxiang Pavilion is mysterious, but after formally entering the door, it must be qualified to go, Ning Feng's attention is mostly concentrated on the three words "Fuyao Association".

  The Roc rises with the wind one morning, and soars up 90,000 miles straight away.

  Fuyao Conference, it's the day when Ning Feng and those young birds rise straight up.

  Every three years, the Sun God Temple holds a Fu Yao Conference, where the master of the various peaks selects disciples to enter the temple and personally ties a sun scarf on new disciples to represent their identity as a disciple of the Sun God Temple.

  The Temple of the Sun God has a unique method, known as the "Great Day Sky Inspection Method". The scene at the Fuyao Conference is borrowed from the "Sky Inspection Method", and as long as one's cultivation is sufficient to gaze at the Great Day, they can see the scene at the Fuyao Conference in the sun.

  In other words, Ning Feng and his thirty disciples will rely on the prestige of the Sun God Temple to dominate the world. On that day, under the gaze of countless powerful beings in the world, they will enter the mountain gate and officially become disciples of the temple.

  Not yet traveling the world, but already in everyone's sights. Just thinking about it makes one's blood boil with excitement, unable to calm down.

  Ning Feng licked his lips, having a bit of resentment towards the seven-day countdown, wishing he could start immediately.

  "...and then some servants will lead us to rest, and we won't be allowed to leave the temple until three days later."

  "Ning Feng, you still have a few days, you can plan well for the future which martial art to major in and choose a good peak to enter."

  These two sentences were spoken by Chen Ximiao while looking into Ning Feng's eyes, very slowly and enunciating each word clearly.

  Ning Feng's mind turned around and suddenly understood.

  Chen Ximicro This is thinking of telling him, if possible, to move a little earlier and fix the most suitable Shinto shrine for himself in advance, which will be beneficial for future development.

  "It's just..."

  Ning Feng bitterly smiled, he wasn't some kind of immortal aristocrat's son after all, how could he possibly have connections to get through the door?

  "At the Fu Yao Conference, I will offer sacrifices at the Tian Ze Peak!"

  Chen Ximiao dropped this inexplicable sentence and turned back to his own position.

  "Huh, it seems like there's a story within the story. Is this a hint?"

  "And also, isn't it too early to be certain?"

  Ning Feng gazed at her back, lost in thought. "Come to think of it, I really don't know which family Chen Xiwei is from. She's always been so mysterious and tight-lipped, I wonder if there's something she doesn't want people to know?"

  Withdraw your gaze, Ning Feng whispered to himself: "Next time I enter the Jiukong Stone World, I must find a deserted place. Just now, the Chang Lao of Xiangxiang Pavilion came in and announced those things, I was completely unaware. This is tolerable, but if there's danger..."

  Thinking of that outcome, such as the body being dragged away by wolves and tigers, a dignified fairy apprentice feeding wild beasts, the joke would be too big.

  Just as he was deep in thought, the large gate of the side hall was pushed open and sunlight poured in, dazzling the young man inside who couldn't open his eyes.

  As they got used to the brightness, they found that in front of each person was a slender and delicate girl with a clear face, dressed in light green clothes, curtsying.

  In the side hall, there were all young men. Although they knew that these shallow green girls were just leading them to rest as miscellaneous servants, they still couldn't help themselves. Some hastily stood up with their hands and feet not knowing where to put them, while others hurriedly returned the courtesy, almost worshiping the little girls as goddesses.

  Ning Feng had something on his mind, but he simply waved his hand casually, indicating for the other party to lead the way in front of him, and didn't pay too much attention.

  He followed the light green girl out of the side hall and only when he lifted his head did he realize that he and Chen Xiwei were actually among the first to come out together.

  Ning Feng smiled and waved at her, but Chen Xiang turned his head away with a "hmmph" and went in another direction.

  "In June, time flies, it's hard to serve."

  Ning Feng put down his hand, feeling emotional, and suddenly asked: "You said it was, right?"

  "Huh?"

  The shallot girl was startled and looked around before confirming that she was being asked.

  "It's okay, let's go."

  Ning Feng smiled slightly, his smile clean and his eyes clear. The girl was taken aback by the sight, then quickly came to her senses and led the way.

  Before they had even finished their tea, they arrived at the temporary residence arranged for them by the Temple of the Gods.

  "Thank you, miss."

  Ning Feng politely thanked him and then locked himself in his room.

  He had just taken a step forward when he suddenly pulled his foot back with a "splat".

  "My goodness, this is luxurious!"

  The tranquil room was filled with red jade, from the floor to the walls, exuding a warm and cozy atmosphere, as if taking a winter stroll in the sunshine.

  The most eye-catching thing is a red jade bed that is as long as one zhang and six feet wide, on which a light yellow-colored cushion is placed.

  Neither the complete and enormous red jade nor the tatami mat on it which looks extraordinary no matter how you look at it is something that can be seen normally.

  "It's a pity I couldn't stay longer."

  Ning Feng shook his head regretfully and walked towards where the jade bed was.

  As he stepped into the quiet room, he caught a whiff of a faint fragrance that seemed to emanate from nowhere, like orchid and musk, and his mind involuntarily relaxed.

  "Arranging such a quiet room for us to rest for three days before allowing us to leave, it should be to make up for the loss of new disciples in the Soul Realm."

  "The temple is really well-built."

  The wind whispers, incredibly satisfied. This concern for the disciples under his gate is in stark contrast to the tyrannical "take it by force" he had heard before, giving people a strong sense of belonging.

  "The seven schools of the world, their names are not spread in vain."

  Ning Feng quickly put down these thoughts, casually tossed off his shoes, and sat on the light yellow mat, naturally assuming a five-heart-facing-the-sky pose.

  "Finally can verify it."

  Ning Feng took a few deep breaths, calming the impatience in his heart, and began to quietly circulate his energy as he practiced the "Jade Luminous Scripture of the Medicine Master" that he had been cultivating for three years.

  The origin of this kung fu, on the day he learned it, was tongue-tied and had a new understanding of the tyranny of the Temple of the Sun God.

  Judging by its name, Yaoshi Liuli Jing is obviously a Buddhist qigong method. Although it's only used for building foundation, it's an orthodox Buddhist Dharma that will never be transmitted outside the Buddhist community.

  This Medicine Master Luluo Scripture has a special feature, it is one of the few in the world that has skin tempering and foundation building exercises at the entry level, preparing for the future conversion to the Taiyang Shen Gong Orthodox Method.

  According to the Scripture of the Lapis Lazuli Master, it is said that: The body is like lapis lazuli, both inside and outside are clear and transparent.

  It was these eight words that piqued the interest of the Sun God Temple. Since his body is as clear as crystal inside and out, wouldn't it be perfect for him to convert to the orthodox Sun God Cult in the future? Who can contain the power of the Sun God's light?

  What's holding you back?!!!

  For this foundational gong method, the Taiyang Shen Gong found a way in, and after several intense confrontations with Buddhism, forcibly brought it over.

  How many years have passed, the "Yaoshi Liuli Jing" has been openly and honorably transmitted at the outer gate of the Temple of the Sun God. The relationship between the temple and Buddhism, cough, that can be imagined.

  "May I, in a future life, when I attain Bodhi, have a body like crystal, pure and transparent inside and out, without stain or impurity..."

  With a calm and peaceful expression, he smoothly entered into the cultivation of the Medicine Buddha's Crystal Sutra.

  One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

  In less than ten breaths, a faint golden light began to emanate from his motionless body.

  Around Ning Feng's body, within a radius of about ten feet, the area was slightly brighter than elsewhere. Tiny, barely visible specks of light were constantly entering his body.

  About the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Ning Feng woke up from his meditation, spitting out a mouthful of turbid air.

  "It's almost at the limit."

  He rubbed his eyebrows, which were wrinkled together due to fatigue, and glanced at the red jade bedhead.

  There was a crystal hourglass, with golden sand grains leaking down one by one.

  Before entering meditation, Ning Feng glanced at the hourglass. At this moment, he compared the two and instantly knew how much time had passed.

  "Yeah, it's about the same as usual."

  "Normally, you would need to wait at least three quarters of an hour before resuming your cultivation."

  "Now is the time to try the Nine Deaths Heart Realm."

  Ning Feng was somewhat excited, twisting on the couch, before finally closing his eyes tightly.

  Before closing his eyes, he once again checked the time as he had done before.

  At first, Pan sat with his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed tightly as if exerting himself to enter something in the void. After a moment, he shuddered all over and relaxed completely.

  Endless journey, starts again.

  "Wow~~~"

  Suddenly, she opened her eyes with a burst of energy, her pores wide open, and a white mist rose up, condensing but not dispersing, enveloping the entire red jade bed.

  The hair on his forehead was all wet, and Ning Feng didn't care about the stinging sensation of sweat flowing into his eyes as he glanced at the crystal hourglass again.

  "About ten grains of sand worth of time..."

  The wind whispers to itself, and its sighs are endless. "In a state of desperation, it's as if time is longer than an entire lifetime."

  He has not yet fully escaped the state of being on the verge of death, and although he is clearly moved, his eyes are still calm and clear but completely devoid of emotion, as dull as a stone.

  "As expected..."

  Ning Feng sensed his current state, he didn't have a mirror, otherwise the completely different sparkle in his eyes from before would have told him the result.

  "You'll know once you try."

  He once again entered the cultivation of the Scripture of the Divine Pharmacist's Lapis Lazuli.

  Something similar, in the past three years, Ning Feng didn't know how many times he had done it. Some things were barely manageable, often forcing himself to cultivate when his energy was exhausted, and he would get a headache and automatically exit the meditative state before even taking a breath.

  This time...

  Faster than before, in just a few breaths, Ning Feng's expression turned calm and peaceful, his body once again radiating golden light as countless points of light around him converged and surged into his body.

  For a moment, Ning Feng's body emitted a crystal light, with clarity both inside and out...