Xiao Sang walked over, hugged Lin Yi's leg with her two front paws, and said pitifully, "Sir, Xiao Shu is playful and hasn't been able to cultivate true qi yet. Can you help her this time? Xiao Shu really put in a lot of effort to catch the pheasant this time."
Another little white fox ran over and hugged Lin Yi's leg, but couldn't say a word.
Although onomatopoeia is just a low-level spiritual talisman, it still requires true qi to activate.
After obtaining Tu Lao's consent, Lin Yi dissolved the true energy left in the "onomatopoeia" in order to urge the little foxes to practice their Qi. If the little foxes wanted to continue speaking human language, they would have to work hard to cultivate themselves or beg Lin Yi for mercy.
For the little foxes, speaking human language is like getting a perfect score on a test for elementary school students—it's something to be incredibly proud of.
Among the next generation of the secluded Tushan fox clan, the most outstanding are the three little foxes: Xiao Sang, Xiao Shu, and Xiao Fei. The other two have now cultivated true qi, but Xiao Shu, being playful, has fallen behind and can no longer speak human language.
It's like someone who usually gets 100 on a test but only gets 99 this time—a difference of just one point can make all the difference.
At this moment, Xiao Fei brought over the bowl of chicken soup, held it high, and looked at the three clever little devils. Lin Yi smiled and said to Xiao Shu, "This time I'm helping you out because of Xiao Sang and Xiao Fei. There won't be a next time."
After saying that, he channeled a stream of true energy into Xiao Shu's body.
"Thank you, sir," the three little foxes said in unison.
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Chapter 170 Overthinking
Life in the secluded valley is very peaceful, making it the perfect place for reading, practicing calligraphy, and cultivating one's character.
Soon, Lin Yi achieved the feat of reading over ten thousand books. Although he might not be able to write with divine inspiration, his insight and knowledge were enough to surpass 99% of the scholars in the world.
Xiao Shu finally mastered true qi. It had long since cultivated its Taoist arts to the level of night travel, and among the foxes in the secluded valley, it was second only to Tu Lao. Once it made up its mind to cultivate diligently, it naturally made rapid progress.
The other two little foxes, Xiao Sang and Xiao Fei, are both at the hatching stage. Their souls can leave their bodies, but they cannot go out yet. They need the protection of incense offerings, otherwise even a gust of wind could blow their souls away.
During this period, Consort Yuan visited Yougu again and sat down with Lin Yi to discuss the Dao, praising the Dao of Qi Cultivation.
In particular, the Zhou Tian Qi Refining Method specifies the locations of 365 main acupoints on the human body. Although the acupoints cultivated in the Qi Refining Path are different from the acupoints condensed in the Immortal Martial Path, they still have great reference value.
The Martial Saint, through his refined and pure fist intent, sensed, measured, and condensed acupoints, ultimately achieved physical immortality. The first step in this process was to accurately locate the acupoints.
If it can't be found, then everything else is just empty talk.
Different cultivation systems offer valuable insights for reference.
The most basic cultivation techniques of Qi Refining are already priceless treasures for martial artists on the path to becoming human immortals.
The night was dark and the wind was biting cold.
Lin Yi walked out of the stone cave, looked up at the stars in the sky, and thought that the acupoints on the human body were just like the stars in the sky, countless in number.
Among them, Qi cultivators cultivate 365 main acupoints, while immortals focus wholeheartedly on themselves and can sense and discover far more acupoints in the human body. They can even sense the countless hidden acupoints deep within the internal organs, brain marrow, and bone marrow, totaling 1,296.
In this way, the Qi and blood are transported, cleansed and refined one by one, stimulating the body's hidden treasures, and interacting with the stars in the heavens. Each orifice has a spirit, condensing 1,296 body spirits. One orifice connects to a hundred orifices, and one spirit transforms into a hundred spirits, secretly conforming to the number of the One Yuan.
Upon reaching the ultimate state of shattering the void, one's magical power and supernatural abilities become inconceivable, directly entering the eighth level. In Taoism, this is called Taiyi; in the realm of gods, it is called Emperor; and in Buddhism, it is a powerful Buddha, a great Bodhisattva, or a great Arhat.
Lin Yi walked alone in the secluded valley, the moonlight like a silver veil draped over him.
"Yi'er, it's time to get up and eat breakfast. If you keep dawdling, you'll be late for school." It seemed like someone was gently calling in my ear.
An illusion seemed to appear before his eyes again. With a thought, a great Buddha from the past appeared in his sea of consciousness, shining with boundless light.
"The Buddha said, 'All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning; thus should they be viewed.' Alas, my heart is burdened with attachments, and my obsessions are hard to dispel. Have I entered into illusion, or has illusion become reality? I cultivate the path to seek truth, but I have yet to find an answer."
"At first, I cultivated to gain a long life, master profound magic, and possess great power. But after the 'Gate to the Other Shore' opened and I was able to travel through countless worlds, one question kept echoing in my mind: Is all of this real or an illusion?"
"Although a philosopher once said, 'I think, therefore I am,' and every living being in every world is also struggling for their own life, the more real and undeniable all of this seems, the more doubts accumulate in my heart..."
Lin Yi analyzed his own heart. This hurdle of being entangled in illusions could only be temporarily suppressed or alleviated by any magical treasures or divine skills, but could not be cured. He could only rely on his own understanding to overcome it.
A gust of wind blew by, and Lin Yi looked up to see two figures rapidly approaching the secluded valley under the moonlight.
Soon, the two arrived at the vicinity.
Yuanfei, dressed in red, smiled and pointed to another person, saying, "Fellow Daoist Lin, at your request, I have found a schoolteacher."
Accompanying Consort Yuan was a young man dressed in a blue robe, with delicate features, who appeared to be between fifteen and sixteen years old and was slightly thin.
The boy, his face pale, was being carried by Consort Yuan along the way.
"Thank you for your hard work, Consort Yuan," Lin Yi said.
Although the little foxes in the secluded valley are cute, they can be quite annoying at times, especially after they become familiar with Lin Yi, they will do everything they can to be cute and charming.
Left with no other choice, Lin Yi could only ask Consort Yuan to find a tutor as soon as possible to properly discipline him.
"My name is Lin Yi. May I ask your surname, sir?" Lin Yi asked.
"My surname is Hong, Hong Yi," the young man in the blue robe replied politely after recovering.
“It seems we are destined to meet.” Lin Yi gestured with a smile, “Young Master Hong, please come with me to meet your student.”
Consort Yuan also stood with a smile.
Hong Yi was a little curious and didn't understand what the two were laughing about, so he said, "Please, gentlemen."
After the three entered the cave, a group of fluffy little foxes immediately surrounded them, and some of the foxes could even speak human language.
Hong Yi stared dumbfounded at the scene before him. Luckily, he was naturally brave; most people would have fainted from fright at the sight.
Hong Yi looked at Lin Yi and Yuan Fei and asked, "Are you two human or demon?"
Consort Yuan smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't worry about all that. I'm your employer. I'm hiring you as my teacher. Ten taels of silver a month will do."