How difficult is the practice of "The Great Dao Jing"?

The first point is that ordinary Qi refiners do not get the opportunity to practice "The Great Dao Sutra" at all.

Only those who can stand out from countless qi refiners of the same generation, enter the shrine, and have the opportunity to practice "The Great Dao Jing", can approach the "True and Void Pill" and find their way to achieve what ordinary people see. "True Pill!"

According to Fang Cun’s understanding, the so-called "True and Void Pill Debate" is actually based on whether you know how the golden pill came from. Knowing that the pill is part of yourself, and part of it belongs to the King of God, if you don’t know why, it’s just false. Dan, and if he knows its origin, he can find his own position in the cultivation system of Da Xia, firm his own path, and walk forward step by step.

To comprehend "The Great Dao Sutra" and to imprint with one's own natal sutra is to break through the shackles and break the key of Dan Hua Ying.

Therefore, to a certain extent, if you break the Yuan Ying, you must study the Dao Jing.

Normally, the speed of practicing "The Great Dao Jing" is not very fast.

It is the consensus of all Qi refiners in the past that it has been a small achievement in ten years and a realization in a hundred years.

However, with the stable foundation of Daxia, more geniuses have appeared from one generation to another, and this consensus has long been broken.

The younger generation is like the second-generation disciples of the old scholastics, the young masters of the various shrines, and some outstanding juniors such as Yunxiao. Their comprehension speed of "The Dao Jing" is extremely amazing, and they practice before and after. It has only lasted for a few years, but their attainments may have been comparable to many veteran refiners who have had poor experience, and this is the benefit brought to them by talent.

But now, Fang Cun would also like to see how fast he has practiced "The Great Dao Jing".

After he got the "Great Dao Jing", he first recited it with merits, because it was wonderful and profound, but it immediately consumed nearly 100,000 of his merits, and this was because he had done it before. I have learned part of the reason from Yunxiao.

But after memorizing "The Great Dao Jing", Fang Cun searched the entire old scholastic courtyard again.

There are not many others in the old school, but the various texts and interpretations of "The Great Dao Jing" are simply vast.

Fang Cun let the little fox carry him back basket by basket every day, studying hard all day long.

When encountering some difficult questions, Yunxiao came forward and went to some old gentlemen to ask questions. After getting the answer, he came to confirm.

Fang Cun doesn’t know what other people’s comprehension of the "Great Dao Sutra" is like, but he can be sure that the conditions for his own practice of this sutra should be unimaginable. In this process, his advancement is naturally also rapid. Little by little, his roots have become more and more profound. From his little understanding of "The Great Dao Jing", he has slowly reached a state of vastness like an abyss.

...Time just passed.

Fang Cun read the scriptures in the quiet room.

The little fox read the scriptures with him.

Yunxiao is running in all directions, taking advantage of it.

Meng Zhixue, He Zhenzhang and others also cherish this opportunity and are busy practising "The Great Dao Jing" in a normal way.

Ye Ying squatted by the pond of the old scholastic house every day, stealing a toad every time people were not paying attention.

The years are so quiet and good, except that the sky is a bit cloudy...

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When Fang Cunzheng madly transformed the old school’s understanding of "The Great Dao Jing" into his own Taoism at the same speed as the sponge was absorbing water, in today’s old school, he did not dare to relax at all, day by day. It's important to deal with God.

Without him, the sky above the old scholastic school is really too cloudy.

Many students have complained that the quilt can't be dried recently, and the quilt is getting worse.

Of course, it doesn't matter that the students' quilts are not damp, but the important thing is that if you don't disperse the cloud, the old school can't hold back its face.

How can the dignified old Scriptures keep a dark cloud piled on top of the head for three months?

It is also because of the anger in my heart that the teachers of the old scholastic school participated in research with each other, and various new and strange ideas appeared faster and faster, and whenever their insights made breakthroughs and were recognized by others , They will summon the second-generation disciples of the old scholastics, let them represent themselves, and start with the dark clouds in the sky that look more and more unpleasant, and they are very disturbed.

In the past three months, the seven most outstanding second-generation disciples of the Old School of Classical Medicine have each shot no less than three times.

There are even many strange ideas in it, such as shifting the stars and turning the bucket, swapping the world.

Cultivate a large number of cloud-eaters to eat all the clouds in the sky.

Use the power of heaven and earth to pull the cloud to other places.

Lay down the sky cold jade formation and freeze the clouds in the sky into a tuft...

Etc., etc.

Isn't it terrible to fail, what if it succeeds?

Anyway, these old gentlemen have also thought about it. Today, they still have to maintain their dignity. They must not take action anymore. Only the second generation of disciples will carry out these ideas on their behalf. If anyone asks, they will say that they are self-respecting. I already knew how to drive the clouds out of my identity, but in order to temper these second-generation disciples, I gave them this problem and asked them to solve this problem.

As a result, the old gentleman's skin was saved.

However, the disciples of the second generation also complained from time to time: "In the past, we and Fang Chi of the fairy master could be regarded as the same generation, but now, we have missed on this cloud all day long and are in the eyes of outsiders. This is better than his younger brother. I lost a lot, this face..."

"Ugh……"

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Fang Cun has been paying close attention to the actions of the gentlemen of the old scholastic school, and through Yunxiao brought their various ideas and ideas, and realized them with his heart, and then the more he realized, the more he was amazed, even It's a jaw-dropping thought...

……Amazing!

For him, how to improve his cultivation and break through the realm of Nascent Soul?

It's very simple. Since it is the fifth door that has laid the foundation of the world of Taoism, the road behind it is naturally the world.

Originally, the most important thing before Fang Cun was to participate in this secret of heaven and earth.

But now, Fang Cun suddenly realized that perhaps he had saved this deduction process.

The old gentlemen deduced it, it's very good, just write it down...

Wonderful!

If it can be deduced in this way, it doesn't matter whether the brother left good luck in front of the sixth door...

What is that good fortune?

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During this process, Fang Cun's reputation in Chaoge became more and more thoughtful.

Although Fang Cun hasn’t stepped half a step away from the hospital since entering the old school, Chaoge is close to the left side, but in a strict sense, Fangcun today is actually not a real person who has entered Chaoge, a great summer. Hub, the real Xiancheng.

However, as he "fighted" with the old school of scholasticism, no one knew how many people paid attention to him.

From his contempt for the brother of the fairy, to the absurdity that he later gave the old scholastic problem to the old scholastic, to the long-lasting cloud over the old scholastic, all kinds of speculations about some of the truths are in the minds of countless masters. The status of Zhong is also increasing bit by bit. To a certain extent, he is even like a problem, and gradually, it has attracted the attention of countless people...

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore..."

Chaoge Immortal City, a small city in the northeast corner suspended in the air, with jade ladders hanging down in the middle of the small city, is coming out of a heart-piercing painful cry: "Where is the father? I want the father, Father knows that I'm dying... why didn't I come back?"

In the side hall, the seventh prince was rolling on the ground in pain. It can be seen that he is thin and skinny, with blue veins on the side, abnormally scary, bulging like a snake, and there seems to be something inside his blood vessels. Something was walking fast, and as the things in this blood line went faster and faster, his pain became heavier, completely disregarding the manners, and his voice became dumb.

"Your Majesty is outside the sky, so I won't come back for a while..."

Wearing a blue robe, the chubby old maid, now obviously thinner, looked at the seven princes rolling on the ground, feeling helpless, persuading hard: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you... You must bear it first. Dan can't eat anymore, you can't stand it..."

"Where are the people from Danxia Mountain? Why don't they quickly refine me the Detox Pill?"

"They are looking for death, they are bold, do they not want to heal me?"

The seventh prince shrank on the ground like a hunched prawn, just cursing hoarsely: "And the eldest brother, the swordsman... Why don't they bother me... I am already in such pain, they want to watch Am I dead?" At the end of the scolding, he suddenly stood up again: "By the way, there is also the Qu family. Isn't the Qu family the best at curing diseases? Hurry...Hurry up and call the people from the Qu family..."

The old housekeeper looked at the seventh prince in pain, and persuaded: "The people of Danxia Mountain have already bluntly said that your highness is a poison for your peers, and you can't deal with it. It's useless if the Qu family comes... Listening to the old slave's words, it really doesn't work... You should give up that thing..."

"give up?"

With red eyes, the seventh prince suddenly stood up, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped the old servant in the face.

The look was distorted, as if looking at the enemy: "Old slave, you still want to hurt me, that thing is mine, my baby, not Fang's... the things all over the world belong to my royal family. The things left behind by the surname Fang are naturally my royal family... Only when I refine this thing can I step into the fairyland, and then I can have a place in Chaoge..."

The old maid was slapped in the face, but he didn't even have any grievances. He just sobbed: "But...I'm worried that your Highness will not be able to survive..."

"Yes~lightnovelpub.net~ must be able to survive. That person is so honest, what he left can't harm people..."

His Royal Highness murmured, as if comforting himself, and as he was talking, he burst into tears again, and hugged the old servant’s neck hard: "Slaves...Uncle Qing, you save me, you save me, I...I can't take it out anymore..."

"That thing tortured me day and night, I...I'm dying..."

"..."

The old maid's expression changed in pain, wriggling, and finally, he gritted his teeth severely.

"His Royal Highness, listen to me..."

He firmly supported the shoulders of the seventh prince, and said in a deep voice, "There is no other way but to ask the Fang family to do it!"

"This is what the fairy master left for the Fang family, so only the Fang family can take it out..."

"You, only Mr. Fang Er, will help!"