Very reasonable cultivation

"Da Zhuang, Da Zhuang, how did you achieve this?"

“What is Qi like?”

"How does it feel?"

"Is there anything special about it?"

Faced with Tian Zhen's four consecutive questions, Dazhuang was a little slow to react and had to answer the first question first.

"How did you repair it? This left a deep impression on me. Every day, I was hammering away at the iron while reciting the formula taught by our master. As I was hammering away, I felt that everything had calmed down. I forgot to recite the formula. I only felt that the hammering sound was so clear, which made me understand the iron in my hand being hammered. It seemed to be the sound of this piece of iron." Dazhuang fell into memories, with a look of obsession on his face.

Oh my god, I heard the sound of iron? Is Dazhuang having a mental problem?

Wait, but this method helped Dazhuang to practice Qigong successfully, so there must be something good about it, and we need to think about it carefully.

Without disturbing Da Zhuang who was lost in his memories, Tian Zhen began to ponder the feasibility of it and even wanted to try his hand at blacksmithing himself.

After a while, Tian Zhen asked Da Zhuang to demonstrate it, and Da Zhuang said it was no problem.

I saw him use tongs to pull out a piece of red stuff from the charcoal fire. It should be iron.

The "iron block" was clamped at one end and placed on the iron ingot. Dazhuang swung the hammer and started hammering.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The hammer whirred down, sending sparks flying. Black particles rose from the cooling air, and then fell back down again due to the vibrations of the heavy hammer.

At first, Tian Zhen didn't feel anything, just felt a little harsh and irritating, but after listening to it for a long time, he found it quite interesting.

I listened for a long time and reheated it two or three times. However, apart from being somewhat enjoyable to listen to, no extraordinary or earth-shattering abnormal phenomena occurred.

Is it because I have a poor understanding? Or is my method wrong?

Just as he was sinking into self-doubt, Dazhuang took a breath, put down the hammer in his hand, and blocked the air inlet of the stove with a stone. He returned to his resting stone bed and sat cross-legged. He picked up the book on the bed, took out a piece of jade from under the bed, pressed it to his forehead, and began to read.

The confused Tian Zhen's eyes lit up and he moved closer.

The book was filled with traditional Chinese characters, some of which he could recognize, but some he couldn't. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Da Zhuang, do you recognize these?"

He remembered that there was no teacher in their village, so Dazhuang should not know him.

"I recognize some of them. It is the stone given by the master that allows me to recognize these words. You try it." After saying that, Dazhuang handed over the jade.

Tian Zhen didn't hesitate to take it and looked at it. It was just a transparent piece of jade, ordinary, and he couldn't see anything special about it.

Alas, I sighed, put it on my forehead, and looked at the unfamiliar words on the book. Well, there was no reaction. I still didn’t recognize the words I shouldn’t recognize.

He took it off, wiped his forehead carefully with his sleeve, wiped the jade again, and then put it on his forehead again.

Still no use!

Turns out I'm a clown, fuck! Tian Zhen roared inwardly, suppressing his inner anger and calmly returning the jade to Dazhuang.

He stood up and quickly walked out of the cave. Da Zhuang's voice came from behind him: "Hey~ Where are you going?"

"Nothing, I just want to be quiet." Tian Zhen's voice slowly came into the cave, leaving Da Zhuang, who was holding a book, confused and wondering who Jingjing was.

It was already dark, the moon was hidden in the clouds, and darkness enveloped everything within ten feet of the cave entrance.

In the area where darkness and light intersect, Tian Zhen picked up a stone and threw it hard into the boundless darkness. After suppressing his helpless and furious voice, he sat down on the pile of stones, ignoring the pain in his butt, and began the process of self-salvation.

"That's it, that's it, that's it? You're giving up just like that? You're so self-pitying, is this the magnanimity of a time traveler?"

"Being a time traveler is nothing special. Why not go home and plant some crops, develop something useful, and help your friends in the village?"

"I won't accept it! I won't accept it!"

"So what can you do? You have the nerve to tell them that you don't want to cultivate anymore and you want to go home."

"No, no, no! I don't want to go back like this in such a cowardly way. It's only been half a year. Cultivating immortality takes a very long time and is extremely demanding on your patience. I need to try harder."

"You have no idea what the path to immortality that Master taught you is, and you've wasted half a year in vain."

"What's the reason? You haven't even looked for it. You just follow the formula given by the master. Even if you recite it in a fancy way, it's useless."

"So what should we do? What should we do?"

"Then start from the very basics. You must first understand what cultivation is. How did the ancients cultivate? How did they create the path to cultivation? If they could create a method of cultivation, why can't you do the same now?"

"Then create your own path of cultivation!"

"It's completely dark!"

“Think more about how ancient people lived and simulate some conditions to create more possibilities.”

"Yes, we have nothing now, but we have a lot of time."

"Then do it yourself, let go of everything, and reflect on yourself."

The resentment was gradually replaced by calmness. It didn't matter anymore. Maybe I wasn't cut out for it. I'd just do it my own way.

The next day, after eating the meal brought by the eldest brother at noon, he returned to his place under his leadership.

Lying directly on the bed, Tian Zhen was still thinking about the rules of this world.

Time passes day by day.

This world was somewhat different from the Earth of his previous life. The sky here seemed higher and cyan, not as azure as the sky of his previous life. As for whether the earth was round, he had no idea. After all, he lived in a place surrounded by mountains. Even when he rode on his master's flying sword, he couldn't see the end of it. It was just endless mountains.

Even though the color of the sky is a little different, the cognitive physical constants here are basically the same. The trees are still the same trees, the grass is still the same grass, and the villagers cannot jump two meters high.

There is still oxygen in the air. Without oxygen, the flame cannot burn and people will suffocate to death.

So how do people in this world possess such extraordinary powers? How do they cultivate? What is spiritual energy?

ah~

It feels like the road ahead is long and arduous!

Suddenly I remembered a sentence once said by a great man in my previous life: Make bold assumptions and verify them carefully.

He calmed his scattered thoughts, exhaled the mixed air in his lungs, and thought that any form of energy, whether it is the so-called aura or qi, needs to be driven by spiritual consciousness or soul, otherwise it will be a stagnant pool, no different from a vegetative person.

Therefore, everything must begin with soul consciousness. So the question is, what is soul consciousness? What form does it take?

Generally speaking, it is the transmission of electrical signals between nerve cells in the brain and the energy transition of electrons in atoms that constitute human soul consciousness.

The transition of energy particles all carries a field, just like the field generated by the passage of electric current.

Is the transmission of information between brain nerve cells really the result of consciousness generated by the conversion of electron energy levels? How does it constitute ideology? It seems a bit like a castle in the air.

After all, there is no way to prove that without any conscious motivation, the brain is incapable of producing regular electron transitions, and the memory is random and incoherent, so there is no question of consciousness.

Therefore, a mere electron transition cannot prove the existence of ideology.

But what if consciousness is an invisible field?

Whether it is a magnet or an electric current that generates a field, they are all regular, and even invisible fields can transmit energy.

The neural structure of the brain is so complex and intertwined that even the synapses of nerve cells can automatically track and create connections. Can these be achieved through simple electronic transitions?