Chapter 72: Letter From the Martial Saint

Buddhism, Taoism, and demons are among the orthodox sects, while martial arts can only be called side sects.

The difference is not only whether there is a method to break through to the first level. After the side sect is promoted to the third level, the lifespan is also much lower than that of the authentic one.

After refining the spirit through Buddhism and Taoism, the relics and yin spirits are condensed, and the life span is extended to three to five hundred years.

Martial arts integrates the spiritual consciousness of the soul with the external scenery to refine the true meaning of martial arts. The Buddha, Tao and Yangshen are not weak in battles, but the limit of lifespan is still one hundred and fifty years.

Zhou Yi originally thought that Emperor Jingtai, who was a Taoist and martial artist, was in the upper third-level realm and had at least one or two hundred years to live.

Only now do we know that due to the influence of Da Qian's luck or other factors, Emperor Jingtai was invincible in terms of force and had only twenty or thirty years left in his life.

On the contrary, Zhang Cheng first practiced Yin Shen to extend life, then martial arts exterior scenery, and also studied painting and other side disciplines.

The longevity is temporarily sufficient, but it results in confusion and lack of refinement. The soul and spiritual consciousness are scattered among the Yin God and the outside scene. It takes hundreds of years to be difficult to advance to the Yang God or martial arts will.

The path of spiritual practice is difficult only if it is refined and pure, and it is also difficult to learn from many schools of thought.

It is easy to ascend to heaven, but difficult to become an immortal!

Zhou Yi still had doubts in his heart, and was basically certain that Emperor Jingtai was one of the masterminds behind the scenes.

Even though Emperor Jingtai is powerful at the peak of the first rank, he is far inferior to the immortality of the White Lotus Evil Buddha, and it is difficult for Qingqiu Fox Immortal to say that a great calamity is imminent.

One level is invincible, but only one level.

"Your Highness, the theory of luck has been around since ancient times, but it is often illusory."

Zhou Yi said: "Your Majesty is extremely talented and has already reached the state of enlightenment. He may not be able to go further and become a living martial saint."

The founding father of Daqian and Emperor Guangming of Zhongxing were both veritable martial saints, strong men above the first level, who had been powerful in Yunzhou for more than three hundred years.

These two emperors accounted for nearly one-third of the country's history of 1,500 years.

The way of a martial saint depends entirely on self-enlightenment. The insights left by at least two martial saints of the Li family are much higher than those of other martial arts cultivators who are at a loss of direction and have a much higher probability of breakthrough.

Li Le raised his hands in the direction of the imperial city and said, "My father is as powerful as the Grand Ancestor and is more powerful than the Zhongzong. I pray day and night for my father and Da Qian!"

Zhou Yi smiled slightly and didn't comment much on this.

Guys who wish their eldest brother a long life every day should not expect much moral integrity.

After chatting for a while, the time was almost up, and Li Le motioned to the attendant to get the highlight of the day.

Martial Saint's handwriting.

An ordinary volume of yellow silk.

After slowly unfolding, there are instructions to encourage the younger generations.

——If you want to cultivate yourself, you must first rectify your mind; if you want to rectify your mind, you must first be sincere!

There was no signature at the end, but after seeing the words, a middle-aged man with black hair faintly appeared in front of his eyes, writing.

One stroke after another, together they are square, round and unremarkable. When separated, they are clearly one move after another, and the ethereal and lofty martial arts will is vividly displayed on the paper.

Zhou Yi stared for a moment, his fingers lingering on the word "heart" for the longest time, and his fingers unconsciously crossed the table.

"Heart Sword..."

After dozens of breaths, the attendant carefully rolled up the yellow silk and put it back into the jade box.

Li Le and others remained silent, waiting for "Qin Qiong" to wake up.

It was not until a quarter of an hour later that Zhou Yi woke up from the martial arts artistic conception and drew his finger in the void.

The sword's intention penetrates the heart, as if it is directly piercing the soul.

Li Le's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, how do you feel?"

"With a little gain, Qin will go back to his residence first and retreat to comprehend."

Zhou Yi said: "Your Highness's kindness today will be repaid in the future."

"Mr. Qin, there is no need to be polite."

The smile on Li Le's face became even brighter. This was what he was waiting for.

Zhou Yi's figure turned into light and disappeared in an instant.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in blue clothes appeared in the banquet hall, with a look of admiration on his face: "This man's escape technique is exquisite, and he really deserves his reputation."

Li Le quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Fan, please sit down."

Mr. Fan sat directly where he had just read the Book of Changes, staring at the messy strokes on the table, and couldn't help but nod and praise: "After watching the martial arts master's handwriting for a while, he actually realized such a subtle sword technique, his talent is so terrifying!"

Li Le asked: "Mr. Fan, did you say he saw it?"

"Of course I saw it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to understand the swordsmanship."

Mr. Fan said: "Although this person follows the path of an ancient qigong practitioner, he is a real first-class person. I am no match for him in a head-on fight."

"The ancient Qi practitioners were so strong, and Mr. Fan was no match for him?"

Li Le wondered: "Then why are so few people practicing? I remember that there are many Qi refining methods in the inner secrets, and almost no one reads them."

"The modern method may not be inferior to the ancient method, so why must we follow the path of refining qi?"

Mr. Fan explained: "Although qi practitioners are among the authentic ones and can achieve the first level, their cultivation methods are too extreme. Without refining the body or the spirit, using one's magic power to forcibly break the shackles of the immortal world is worse than condensing the true body of a martial saint." It’s difficult…”

"This Mr. Qin can reach the first level, and the magic power in his body has exceeded the same level several times. However, it needs at least ten times more to break through to the first level."

"If a qi practitioner doesn't cultivate Yin Shen, his longevity is no different from martial arts. How can his longevity be cultivated to produce ten times more magic power?"

"Such a paradox makes many people believe that Qi Practitioners should not be authentic at all..."

Others at the table did not dare to disturb Mr. Fan. They listened with all their ears and memorized every word.

A great Confucian in the Xingli Ming Realm teaches the Dharma, which ordinary monks will never have the chance to hear in their lifetime.

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Ministry of Things.

Zhou Yi's handwriting when copying the Taoist Scriptures was slightly unnatural, and he was thinking about the news he had just heard.

Throughout the ages, emperors have had a common problem. After taking control of the most powerful power in the world, they also want to pursue ways to extend their lives or even live forever.

Emperor Qin, Emperor Wu of Han, and ancestors of Tang and Song Dynasties were not exempt from vulgarity.

When he was young, he was wise and brave, and thought he could see through life, old age, sickness and death.

When he got old, he gradually became stupid and reluctant to give up the power in his hands. He deceived himself into believing in the tricks of the quacks who could see through it at a glance.

Moreover, in the world of immortals and demons, prolonging life is not out of reach.

Lifespan or life is the most fundamental pursuit of living beings engraved at the genetic level.

Emperor Jingtai made a mistake that every emperor would make.

What really attracted Zhou Yi's attention was not Emperor Jingtai, but a living Martial Saint seen in the handwriting of the Martial Saint.

Da Gan really has a super first-class in charge!

"Is this the confidence of Emperor Jingtai? No matter how chaotic the world is, the Martial Saint will naturally turn the tide!"

After thinking about it, Zhou Yi still has many key nodes that are unclear.

The most unreasonable one is that if Emperor Jingtai is unable to condense the Yin God because of his luck, even if he weakens Da Gan's luck, unless he breaks the will of martial arts by himself, his soul and consciousness will all merge with the external scene, and he will never be able to condense the Yin God.

Moreover, the condensation of Yin Shen requires the elimination of distracting thoughts, and a quiet and inaction, which is in line with the foundation of Taoist practice. The actions of Emperor Jingtai are basically contrary to this.

If you really want to condense Yin Shen, you must first completely abdicate and retreat from the world to practice, only then there is a slight possibility.

"The mortal world is the most annoying!"

Zhou Yi shook his head to drive away the messy thoughts and continued to copy the Taoist scriptures with one heart.

After copying for a while, his mind gradually became quiet.

Recalling what he has done in recent days, it seems that there are signs of being deeply trapped in the quagmire of the mortal world.

"No wonder the fox fairy advised me to retreat from the world. In the mortal world, even if I think I have seen through everything, I can't avoid the entanglement of cause and effect..."

Zhou Yi is not a saint who is compassionate to the world. Out of empathy as a human race, he is willing to do what he can.

If you want to fight for the martial saint for this, then wait for a while, until you only need one sword for 100,000 years of Taoism.