Hong Yi felt extremely happy in his heart. All the depression and unhappiness all disappeared with a poem in the bright moon and clear wind in the vast sky and earth.

However, this pleasure only lasted for two or three breaths, and suddenly turned into a chill.

The heavenly wind that had made him so happy just now became bone-chilling, penetrating deep into his soul...

soul?

Hong Yi woke up with a start and suddenly opened his eyes in the study room.

But the "self" hanging in the sky is still there.

Two "Hongyi", two perspectives.

"How is this going?"

The two "Hong Yi"s simultaneously made sounds of surprise.

The question just arises when a gust of wind blows from the sky, and "Hong Yi" in the sky feels another biting coldness, and there is also a feeling of being helpless and having difficulty breathing.

It is like a person who cannot swim, naked and naked, falling under the glacier in the cold winter.

He almost drowned in the bitingly cold water.

Disaster!

In desperation, he remembered that in the scriptures he read in Fox Valley, it was mentioned that people who practice Taoism can escape from the body.

However, in the scriptures, it is said that the world is a sea of ​​suffering, and the human body is a treasure raft, carrying the human soul.

If the soul is out of the body, it is equivalent to being on a boat on the sea, suddenly jumping off the boat, losing the protection of the boat, and falling into the sea.

Although his state at this time seemed to be somewhat different from the soul leaving the body mentioned in the scriptures, it was somewhat similar.

The scriptures say that the soul has lost the protection of the body and is extremely fragile. If there is no means, it will be drowned by the huge sea of ​​suffering in the world as soon as it leaves the body, and the soul will fly away.

But his soul is not quite the same as described in the scriptures. It has a pure Yang aura, like the warm sun in winter, which allows him to withstand the coldness of the "sea".

After thinking about it, Hong Yi only had one thought, which was to let the "soul" that had left his body return to his body immediately.

Although the pure Yang aura is magical, it is still too weak, like a candle in the wind that will be extinguished at any time.

Hong Yi

I didn't know how to make the "spirit" return, but as soon as I had the idea, I felt my mind tremble, and the next moment I felt a wave of weakness coming over me.

But the feeling of helplessness and devastation has disappeared.

I couldn't help but feel happy.

If it hadn't been for his out-of-body "spirit" just now, which seemed to have a strong and powerful yang aura that could withstand the invasion of the wind, he might have been in bad luck.

Hong Yi weakly raised his sleepy eyelids and looked at the white fox pen at hand.

Little did I know that this pen must be a treasure.

But at this moment, he couldn't think about why the Duke of Xiaoli would give him such a valuable thing.

Now he just wants to return to Xishan and go to Fox Valley to ask Laohu about this practice.

Lao Hu is a master of Taoism. He had begged Lao Hu to teach him Taoism a long time ago.

However, the old fox always just shook his head, as if he had some concerns.

Now that he has embarked on this road himself, he has gone to ask for advice, and he thinks he may gain something.

Regardless of the fact that it was late at night, Hong Yi left the Hou Mansion directly.

He was not popular with others, and since Hong Xuanji was not in the capital, no one cared about his life or death.

Mrs. Zhao often sent people to "visit" him in the early years. Seeing that he was honest and honest, she gradually paid less attention to him.

But no one will stop him.

…

"you……"

In the Fox Valley cave, a pillar of sandalwood was lit, and the incense filled the cave like clouds and mist.

The old fox looked at Hong Pi's spirit that had left his body, stroking his long beard and muttered: "It's not a Taoist Yin god."

"Not a Yin Shen?"

Surprised, the two "Hong Yis" spoke at the same time: "Besides Taoism, is there any other method in the world that can make people escape from the body?"

The old fox shook his head and said: "Originally there was no such thing, but since the Confucian sect Yashenggong came out, there has been a second method in the world."

As he spoke, the fox's face couldn't help but reveal a bit of admiration and respect.

"Ya Shenggong?"

Hong Yi was shocked in his heart.

That one again?

The old fox didn't wait for him to ask questions, and already said: "It is rumored that Ya Shenggong opened a new branch of Confucianism and created a method of becoming a saint with one thought."

"But it is to cultivate the awe-inspiring righteousness in the chest, keep the mind straight, and contain mysterious things, just like the drops of water forming a river, and the accumulation of water forming a sea. Once enlightened, the spirit will make it clear, and the thoughts will become holy, so it is called a god."

"It is like the Yin God of Taoism, but it is formed by cultivating Haoran's righteousness. It contains a great and strong pure Yang energy innately. Compared with the Yin God, it is also magical."

"The method of the Yin God is the opposite of the masculine energy and blood. If an extremely Yin thing appears in the world without the protection of the physical body, it will inevitably suffer disaster. It cannot be purified by the thunder and calamity in the sky before it can have a trace of pure Yang thoughts and turn around.

Yin is Yang,”

"The name of the Taoist Yang God comes from this. The Yin God crosses the sea of ​​suffering and lands on the other side, becoming the Yang God."

"It's just that that thunder was the most magical and powerful thing in the world that day. How masculine and violent it was. The Yin God must withstand the thunder tribulation and at least become a ghost and immortal. Only then can there be any hope."

Hong Yi was surprised and said: "So, this Confucian school has a pure Yang thought when it first becomes a saint. Isn't it comparable to Taoism, ghosts and immortals?"

"But that's not the case,"

The old fox said: "The gods of Taoism and the gods of Confucianism each have their own methods. Which one is higher and which one is lower, but they cannot be generalized."

"However, Yashenggong's pioneering work has actually built a bridge for all the suffering beings in the world. Everyone can board the bridge to cross the sea,"

"It's just that we still don't know whether this bridge can lead to the other side."

Hong Yi heard this and sighed: "It seems that this master is indeed worthy of the name of a saint. Just one method is enough to be a teacher for all generations."

In fact, there are many pioneers of the Dharma lineage from ancient times to the present, but only a handful can bear this title.

This is all because from ancient times to the present, this profound method has always been cherished by everyone and would not be passed on to anyone except close relatives.

This is what the secret method means.

There may have been people like Yashenggong who spread the Dharma in the world, regardless of religion or distinction, in ancient times, but in today's world, there is no such thing.

"Who says it's not the case? Although the Confucian method can be taught to everyone in the world, no one has ever heard of this method of becoming a saint. If you have this opportunity, you should be diligent in the future and don't let it go.

ah."

The old fox spoke with sincerity and sincerity.

After spending many years together, he had inevitably accumulated feelings for this young man, Hong Yi. He regarded him as his nephew and planned for him in his heart.

He pondered for a long time, seemed to have made some decision, and said: "I was originally asked not to interfere with you and let you go your own way. Since you have embarked on the path of spiritual practice, it is not a violation, old fox."

I followed that person’s instructions.”

After the old fox finished speaking, he ignored Hong Yi's surprise and doubts, turned around and walked out of the cave. After a while, he walked back in again, holding two books in his hand.

"This is the "Tao Jing" and "Wu Jing" that were compiled by the whole country at that time. Although all the ones circulated among the people were confiscated, they are still preserved in the Zen Temple. You can take them and study them."

"However, don't believe everything he says. There are many flaws in it. You just need to deepen your accumulation."

The old fox handed the book over and said: "This method of becoming a saint is known to all Confucian students. You are also a scholar. Go and ask for advice. You can live a good life and cultivate the awe-inspiring energy in your chest."

"As for martial arts...if you want to practice, I will take you to a place tomorrow."

The old fox said solemnly.

Hong Yi's heart was full of doubts: "I was entrusted by someone? I don't know who it is? Senior wants to take me somewhere again?"

“You’ll find out when you get there.”

The old fox allowed him to ask more questions, but did not answer. He just said that he would find out tomorrow and leave.

Seeing this, Hong Yi had no choice but to put it aside for the time being, even though his heart was full of doubts.

Picked up two books and started reading.

…

One night passed.

The sky is bright, but the sun is not visible.

Just because it was snowing heavily.

Heavy snowfall covered the sky, and only the sunlight shone through, illuminating the peaks of the Western Mountains into a vast expanse of white.

While the snow was falling, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the usually quiet mountains.
To be continued...