"Take off your clothes!"
Wu Zhu's wooden staff smacked the top of Fan Xian's head with a loud thwack.
The zhenqi continued to rush forth from the top of his nose. It seemed as if a faint light was emanating from him, especially his forehead, which glowed uneasily with a dense, multicolored light. He couldn't see clearly, and a feeling of gloom seemed to spread from the point where the energy was stuck, filling Fan Xian with distress. He could only stare up at the sky in despair.
At that moment, Wu Zhu struck his forehead at the point where the energy was accumulating.
As it hit his body, the wooden staff felt like it had struck his soul. His brain suddenly felt as if it had caught fire, like black clouds being parted by a bolt of lightning, filling the sky with powerful rays of sunshine.
"Take off your clothes!"
This phrase was from a classic of the Kingdom of Qing - Adages of Old. It was said that Zu Genchen - tutor of one of the current four grandmasters, Ku He, a great teacher of the Northern Qi Kingdom - had received great teachings from Heaven itself. When he became enlightened, he exclaimed that the human body was like an undershirt - only once one had shed themselves of it could one achieve greatness.
And in the books that Fan Xian had read in his previous life, a similar saying had brought Buddhist monks to the point of enlightment. The Buddhist monk Qingyuan would often say "if you shed your fleshy undershirt, you shall be filled with the wild joy of enlightment."
And so when Fan Xian, confused and in great pain, heard Wu Zhu's words, he understood their meaning, and the point at the top of his head became free of its block. Daylight broke, and his mind was clear again. He guided the energy through his body, and convinced himself that the pain flowing through his meridians was the suffering of someone else, that it was not even remotely his own
By setting aside all attachments to life and letting go of all bodily perceptions, one could attain the mood found within the Scroll of Power .
A single person's body cannot hold the powerful energy of heaven and earth. Only by abandoning one's body and becoming one with heaven and earth and by becoming a part of nature can one obtain control over such powerful, chaotic energy.
The zhenqi in his body slowly began to settle, and the point on his forehead had opened. The energy flowed out with gentle vigor, going down past the tianzhu point on the back of his neck straight into the xueshan point that existed on his back.
His xueshan point had always seemed calm, but today, he could feel it had changed slightly - a small amount of zhenqi began to seep out and replenish the dantian point in his pubic region.
And so the circulation of zhenqi throughout his body finally formed a free-flowing loop, a channel forming a perfect circle, in faint harmony with the outside world.
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After some time had passed, Fan Xian woke up groggy. A dark and foul-smelling liquid had trickled out beneath him. He looked at Wu Zhu, who stood beside him seemingly unmoved, and smiled weakly. "Thanks... looks like you really hit hard."
Although his body felt weak, he could feel his spirit flourishing. He closed his eyes and felt the conditions within his body, getting used to this new flow of zhenqi. He could sense that this once-ruthless zhenqi, though still powerful, was clearly flowing more smoothly and freely.
Fan Xian let out a sigh. It was hard to imagine that he had managed to master the zhenqi that he had only been able to read about in wuxia novels in his past life. He was gripped by a sudden and unclear urge, and unthinkingly, he slammed his right hand into the ground below him.
There was a muffled thud and a hiss, like a red-hot poker punching a hole through a rag.
A shallow palm print had appeared on the ground, its edges completely smooth.
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