Lin Yi put the Buddhist scriptures back on the bookshelf. If the Great Zen Temple hadn't suffered misfortune, where would it have gotten its inheritance to leave to others?
If the Great Zen Temple collapses, the first to suffer will be the Great Qian Dynasty. Currently, there are calls for a golden age in Great Qian, but if the court doesn't have money, how can it create a peaceful and prosperous era?
As the saying goes, it's better to be a dog in times of peace than a human in times of chaos.
This sentence alone shows how important a powerful dynasty and a peaceful era are to ordinary people at the bottom of society.
From this perspective, Dachan Temple has made a huge sacrifice for all living beings and can be considered to have saved all sentient beings.
Although the monks of Dachan Temple were very unhappy.
Therefore, no matter what world you live in, you should study hard and strive for improvement every day.
Strive to become part of the overall situation, or at the very least, catch the tail end of the trend; otherwise, one day you might be forced to sacrifice yourself like the monks of the Great Zen Temple.
Lin Yi strolled casually through the library cave, arriving at the very center. There stood a bookshelf, and in a prominent position on it were two large books: the "Martial Arts Classic" and the "Taoist Classic."
Both books are quite large, each consisting of dozens of thick volumes.
Both books were compiled at the beginning of the Great Qian Dynasty.
The Martial Classic is a book that compiles martial arts techniques from all over the world.
The Dao Jing is a book of cultivation compiled from Daoist texts collected from all over the world.
Lin Yi opened the two scriptures. The opening of the "Martial Arts Classic" states: "Martial arts is the way to strengthen the body and transcend life and death, and is by no means for killing and showing off strength. The world is like a sea of suffering, and the body is like a raft to cross the sea. If the body is strong, it can carry people directly to the other side of the sea of suffering."
The opening of the Daoist scriptures states: "The world is like a sea of suffering, and the human body is like a raft to cross it. However, the sea of suffering is boundless, and the raft will eventually decay. Only if the spirit is strong can one abandon the raft and swim to the other side of the sea of suffering by one's own strength."
These are two scriptures that expound the foundations of the Way of the Human Immortal and the Way of the Ghost Immortal, both of which ultimately aim to transcend life and death.
The world is a vast ocean.
When a person lives in this world, the physical body is like a ship crossing the sea, while the spirit and thoughts are the people inside the ship.
Martial arts emphasizes cultivating the physical body; a strong physical body can carry a person safely across seas of suffering.
Taoist arts, on the other hand, emphasize that the sea of suffering is boundless, and that ships and physical bodies will eventually decay. It is better to cultivate one's spirit directly, just like making one proficient in swimming. In this way, even if the ship is destroyed, the person will not drown.
Lin Yi continued reading and found that the cultivation of the Human Immortal Martial Path was divided into seven levels: flesh training, tendon training, membrane training, bone training, organ training, marrow training, and blood exchange.
The path of the Ghost Immortal is divided into ten levels: Stabilizing the Spirit, Astral Projection, Night Travel, Day Travel, Controlling Objects, Manifestation, Possession, Body Seizure, Thunder Tribulation, and Yang Spirit.
In general, Martial Saints who have undergone "blood transfusion" and Ghost Immortals who have "possessed" their bodies are often discussed together in the martial arts world. Human Immortals above Martial Saints are roughly equivalent to Ghost Immortals who have undergone five tribulations of lightning.
After quickly flipping through the two scriptures, Lin Yi put them back on the bookshelf. Although he knew that the "Martial Scripture" contained the "Past Amitabha Sutra" of the Great Zen Temple, he was not in a hurry to make a move.
"Old Tu, all your books—historical texts, philosophical works, Buddhist scriptures, and so on—are all mixed together without any categorization. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find what you're looking for when you need to read them," Lin Yi said with a smile, looking at the old fox beside him.
"Well, I don't actually know much about this either, and I'm not very familiar with book classification."
As Old Tu spoke, a slight blush appeared on his fur, as if he felt a little embarrassed. Then he bowed to Lin Yi and said, "I wonder if you could help me organize a classification?"
This library is a treasure of my Pure Fox clan. Once the little foxes can read, they can come in and read, making us a family of scholars.
With just this room full of books, my family will at least not spend our lives in a daze, becoming nothing more than beasts who only know how to eat raw meat and drink blood.
Lin Yi smiled and said, "Classifying books is a big job. Many wealthy families have thousands of books and have to ask experienced scholars to classify them."
Then, he pointed to the Daoist scriptures and the martial arts scriptures on the bookshelf and said, "How about I do you this favor and give you these two scriptures?"
Old Tu nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes."
Lin Yi thought for a moment and said, "I won't take your book for nothing. I have a 'Zhou Tian Refining Qi Method' passed down from ancient Qi cultivators. Elder Tu, you can take it and practice it. If you have any questions, come and find me anytime."
As he spoke, he reached out and gently touched Tu Lao's brow, transmitting the Daoist magic to him.
Whether the path of Qi cultivation has a future in this world, you'll find out by trying it.
Old Tu knew that the young man before him was unfathomable, and immediately thanked him profusely. Then, he called out to the outside of the cave, "Xiao Sang, Xiao Fei, Xiao Shu, make some late-night snacks for the master."
"Chirp, chirp." Several cheerful chirps of a fox came from outside.
"I need to go and meditate to cultivate my mind. If you need anything, please just give the order. The children outside can't speak yet, but they can understand language."
After saying this, Old Tu staggered out.
A little while later, a small white fox came in carrying a fruit bowl in its front paws. Inside the bowl were several snacks and a steaming cup of tea. It laboriously placed the stone bowl on a stone table, then looked at Lin Yi, blinking its eyes.
Lin Yi picked up the snowball-like, fluffy little fox with his left hand and said with a smile, "You want to speak but can't. Let me think about how I can help you."
His right hand fingers slid unconsciously, flashes of inspiration appearing.
Before long, a talisman was formed.
Lin Yi flicked his finger, and the talisman transformed into a beam of green light, entering the little white fox's body.
The next moment, a girl's voice rang out, "Sir, what is this...? Huh, why can I speak?"
Lin Yi laughed and said, "This is my self-created 'onomatopoeia.' What's your name? How do you feel now?"
“We pure foxes all share the surname Tushan. My name is Tushan Sang, but you can call me Xiao Sang, sir.” The little white fox paused for a moment before continuing, “I feel a warm sensation, like I’ve just drunk a sip of hot soup. It’s very comforting.”
Lin Yi placed Tu Shan Sang on the ground and said, "If you feel comfortable, go and call the other foxes over."
Tu Shan Sang ran out excitedly, and soon a group of little foxes came running into the library cave, chirping incessantly.
After Lin Yi gave each of the little foxes an onomatopoeic talisman, the group of little foxes started speaking human language, which made them even noisier.