Swords emerge from the human world

Chapter 4, Section 4: This exhilarating sword strike brings forth the spirit of the mountain god.

This strike, executed with the precision of a sword technique, is precisely the sword-cutting style from the "Huang Ting Yang Wu Sword," striking the statue's neck squarely.

It made a resounding clang.

The knife was ordinary and lacked the strength to decapitate; it only penetrated an inch or so into the flesh.

In that instant, Chen Jin seemed to hear an angry and shrill scream, and saw liquid splattering from the neck of the statue.

Crimson red, like blood!

Unmoved, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and slashed down again and again until the statue was decapitated.

boom!
The head fell to the ground and rolled like a ball towards the temple gate.

It was incredibly fast, hopping and skipping, and even the threshold couldn't stop it.

Chen Jin hurriedly gave chase, but had already lost sight of the other person. He then searched the surrounding area but found no trace of them; they had most likely escaped.

He secretly sighed with regret.

Standing on the hillside, with the mountain breeze blowing on my face, a surge of heroic spirit suddenly welled up in my heart, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

A mere scholar, wielding a woodcutter's knife, managed to slay the mountain demons and evil spirits, causing them to flee in disarray—truly exhilarating!

This scoundrel is clearly not yet a force to be reckoned with, but its origins are unknown.

Turning back into the temple, they saw the headless statue's body shattered into pieces, completely broken.

Its interior was already rotten and decayed, so evil creatures took advantage of the situation and usurped its place.

In reality, the so-called "mountain god's shrine" is just a folk saying. It is not officially conferred by the imperial court and has no orthodox Taoist lineage. Strictly speaking, it is just a local, unofficial temple with a folk deity.

The desolate mountain temple has lost all its incense offerings and few people come here. Those who do pass by are mostly hunters.

They are strong and vigorous, with abundant energy and blood, making it difficult for ordinary evil spirits to possess them.

She had finally found a frail scholar and was about to win him over when, unexpectedly, the God of Literature appeared and ruined her plans.

This is roughly the whole story.

Chen Jin collected the pieces of mud and bones, worried that there might still be some evil residue, so he simply lit a campfire and burned them into a pile of scorched earth.

After doing all that, clap your hands, sit down to eat meat and drink soup—it's so satisfying!

It's a pity there's no wine.

After eating and drinking my fill, I felt tired, so I took a nap and slept until the afternoon.

Then he continued practicing his swordsmanship, immersing himself in it.

With each practice session, he felt a certain degree of improvement.

Before dusk, they went into the woods again with tools to set up an ambush, but returned empty-handed. They wondered if the timing was wrong, or if the birds had simply become clever.

There was no other way but to come back and eat pickled vegetables and rice.

Oh, they added two eggs, which is quite extravagant.

My uncle brought it up here because he was worried that my son wouldn't be eating well up in the mountains.

Chen Jin's appetite has clearly increased. If this continues, the food reserves will soon be running out.

As night fell, the mountains and fields gradually darkened.

Without lamp oil, the lamp could not be lit, but fortunately the moon rose and the stars shone brightly.

Leaning against the temple entrance, I looked up at the stars and moon, lost in thought.

The "Six Qi Correct Position Method" states that the method of cultivating qi emphasizes the harmony between heaven and man, working from the inside out. After cultivating the five internal organs and six bowels, the next stage is to absorb the primordial qi of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon, to reach the state of "those who eat qi are enlightened and live long."

This is called "cultivating immortality".

The true path to immortality.

Just thinking about it makes one yearn for it and feel one's heart flutter.

"What's wrong with me? I've only just begun, and I'm already thinking about becoming an immortal..."

Chen Jin suddenly realized that since learning swordsmanship and Qi cultivation techniques, his mind and spirit were easily scattered and wandering, leading to wild fantasies.

This was an opening to a new world, but it also inevitably brought about a profound impact from the influx of new things.

The impact is fierce, like a raging flood or a ferocious beast, even overturning one's original values ​​and beliefs. Therefore, it is easy to fall into daydreams, or even delusions, and become unable to extricate oneself.

Fortunately, he had been studying since childhood, which gave him a calm mind and a good character, allowing him to recognize his mistakes in time and correct them.

So he turned and went inside, closing the dilapidated door behind him. Looking around, he thought that since he planned to stay there for a long time, he should get some wood and bamboo to repair the doors, windows, and roof properly, so that he could at least feel more at ease. As for sleeping arrangements, he would no longer sleep on the floor, but would use the long stone altar table as a bed, which would be much more comfortable, and he wouldn't have to worry about snakes crawling on him.

The mountains and fields are teeming with snakes, insects, rats, and ants, making them impossible to guard against and causing much disgust.

Strangely enough, I slept in the mountain god temple last night and wasn't bitten by any mosquitoes or saw any snakes or rats.

I initially thought it was the work of evil spirits that caused the rats and insects to disappear, but after thinking about it, I realized that it was more likely due to the existence of the God of Literature, Kui Xing.

I remember when I was at home, I was rarely bothered by mosquitoes when I studied late into the night.

At that time, the God of Literature, Kui Xing, had not yet manifested his power.

Logically speaking, the power of the current Divine Lord form should be even greater.

To verify this, Chen Jin placed the box containing the copper lamp next to his pillow and then went to sleep fully clothed.

After waiting for a long time, there was indeed no sign of mosquitoes, and it was very peaceful.

Soon I drifted off to sleep...

"twitter!"

Chen Jin awoke to the sound of birdsong.

The morning light was just beginning to break, and the sky was just beginning to brighten.

He got up quickly, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, without the slightest trace of the grogginess one might experience upon waking.

Upon opening the temple gate, one could see birds hopping and chirping merrily on the ancient trees outside.

The mountain spirits and evil creatures were driven away, the ghostly and eerie atmosphere of the place was swept away, the taboos ceased to exist, and the birds, no longer afraid, naturally flew in.

Listening to the birdsong, Chen Jin felt a surge of joy.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

He immediately began practicing swordsmanship.

As for the "Six Qi Correct Position Method," which can only be practiced once a day, he decided to do it in the evening after consideration.

Breathing in the moonlight might be even more effective.

Of course, it's not about absorbing the essence of moonlight; we're still a long way from that. It's just that the night air feels fresher and gentler, and the environment is quiet, making it easier to get into the mood.

After finishing his sword practice, he began to busy himself with making a living.

Hunting, gathering, digging pits, building houses...

No matter what the action is, it's something we never dared to imagine doing before.

It's not that he's weak; coming from humble beginnings, he's helped with household chores since childhood, such as sweeping and cooking, and has even worked in the fields. However, Chen Yuan and Chen Tan have high hopes for their nephew and don't want him to be distracted by physical labor and neglect his studies, so they don't let Chen Jin get involved in many things.

Over time, he developed into a frail scholar.

However, things are different now, and their mental outlook has been completely renewed.

Many things, even though I've never done them before, I somehow possess relevant knowledge and experience in my mind, which gives rise to an extraordinary courage and boldness.

This is precisely the tremendous change brought about by the awakening of innate wisdom.

After a busy day, besides digging a trap in the woods, they also repaired the holes in the doors and windows of the mountain god temple. The roof was too high, and without a ladder, it was difficult to climb up, so they had to leave the gap open.

The hunting harvest was decent; we caught two quails and took a nest of bird eggs, a total of six. They were a bit small, but there were plenty, enough for one meal.

Life began to improve significantly, and he was even less willing to leave the mountain.

That night, it was time to practice breathing exercises.

Chen Jin looked up and saw the moonlight shining in through the opening in the temple roof, falling precisely on the blue stone altar.

The statues have been destroyed, and the altar is empty.

Seeing this, he had an idea. He stepped forward and sat down on the altar, where he was bathed in moonlight, and began to breathe in the air.

After completing the exercise, I felt refreshed and full of energy.

Savoring the lingering charm, they were still reluctant to leave the stage.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside, and the person arrived quickly, slamming open the wooden door and barging in.

Holding a torch, he raised it to look, and saw Chen Jin standing up on the altar. Caught off guard, he was greatly surprised and exclaimed, "Oh my God, the mountain god has appeared!"

(End of this chapter)