On the emerald green lawn, a few cows and sheep hide in the noon sunlight under the shade of trees, and two beautiful peacocks are leisurely walking by the cliff.

Jin Ziming listened to the cries of insects and cows, and felt peaceful and could not help but lie on the grass.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds through the sparse treetops, the air is extremely fresh, and I feel that millions of pores around me are comfortable and comfortable.

He lay down until the setting sun, and sat up, and saw the clouds outside the cliff spread out, revealing the vast blue sea. At the end of his sight, a red sun hangs on the sea and slowly descends.

The light gradually dimmed, and the sky changed from orange-red to dark red, and then to light gray, until countless bright stars lit up in the dark night.

Jin Ziming walked into the temple, where there was only one host and three monks.

After Jin Ziming finished the incense, he asked the host Huijian to stay overnight. The young monk could only take him to the temple and live in a wooden house near the cliff. He also brought him meals during dinner.

Soon, the melodious Zen bell rang, making Jin Ziming's already calm heart more peaceful and ethereal.

That night, Jin Ziming failed to practice for the first time. Listening to the sound of insects in the grass and the sound of the sea water slamming the shore under the mountain, he fell asleep like a mortal.

In the early morning, I woke up in the pleasant sound of birds and found that the fog had floated in through the crack of the empty door. When I opened the door, I saw only the grass, wild flowers and white fog, and the old cow also began to shout.

The light gradually brightened. When the fog dissipated, the gorgeous clouds below the cliff were exposed. Looking into the distance, you could only see the blue sea and the slowly rising sun.

The morning class in Xiaosi began. The Zen bell "The morning strikes will break the long night". The bell sounds slowly, causing Jin Ziming's white energy in the lower dantian to surge upwards by itself, and the colorful gas in the colored beads in the upper dantian press down.

Both run along the self-built blue pipe between the Lower Dantian and Baihui, and finally meet in the chest.

The power of the upper support continued to be transmitted from the lower dantian, and the power of the lower pressure of the upper dantian did not stop. The vitality and soul energy were stirred in his chest, making him feel uncomfortable and stuffy.

It seems that something that has been suppressed for a long time and is extremely tightly tightened and needs to be vented, but it cannot be released.

He wanted to roar, but reason told him that it was not ad libitum here. Jin Ziming had no choice but to force his restraint and silently endured the feeling of chest tightness and vomiting.

At this moment, the four monks in the morning class began to recite the mantra, "Om, ma, ye, bai, huh."

These shocking notes made Jin Ziming feel a little relaxed in extreme depression, and he unconsciously recited it.

"Om" and "Hum" make the upper dantian fluctuate, "Ma" and "Ni" make the lower dantian tremble, and "Bai" and "Ji" make the gas converging in the chest swell.

The sound waves resonate with the two dantians at different frequencies, causing the two spheres to rotate at a constant speed.

In his chest, the vital energy and soul energy also resonate with a certain sound wave, causing them to mix together at a certain position behind the Danzhong point, and white and color intertwined, winding and rotating, and finally a black sphere was born.

Jin Ziming looked inside and found that a thick blue tube penetrated the perineum and Baihui, and was strung with white, black and colorful balloons from bottom to top, both of which were rotating in their own unique rhythm.

Ecstasy surged into his heart. This black ball should be the middle dantian he had dreamed of and had been forgotten by many monks.

He finally achieved his dream and reappeared in his body the "feat" of grilling three sweet potatoes with iron tongs.

As the three dantians resonate, the vital energy and soul energy become more mellow, and the blue light column becomes thicker.

The cooperation between the three balloons is natural and smooth, and the perception of the soul is even more micro, which obviously improves the soul power.

With such a majestic "three sweet potatoes" in concert, the bonus of combat power is really worth looking forward to.

After the three dantians stabilized and stopped rotating, Jin Ziming adjusted his breath for a long time before entering the temple.

At this time, the monks' morning class had ended. He stepped forward and bowed to Huijian host and said:

"Master, in the morning, I heard several monks recite Buddhist mantras, and I felt refreshed and gained something. I wonder if the master can tell me what you are reciting?"

"The donor is truly a unique wisdom. The little monks recited the Great Ming Mantra this morning."

"Does the temple recite other mantras besides the Great Ming Mantra?"

"Donor, we will take turns reciting different mantras every day, such as the One-word Heart Mantra, the Heart Mantra of Rebirth, the Great Joy Heart Mantra, the Four Small Mantras for Blessings, etc.."

"So many, master, I wonder if I can recite with you and teach me how to recite mantras?" Jin Ziming asked expectantly.

"Since the donor has a connection with my Buddha, it must be fine. Fang Yuan, you have a lot of experience in mantras, so you will teach this donor."

The middle-aged monk received the order and began to teach Jin Ziming the content, efficacy and pronunciation skills, etc. Jin Ziming was taught humbly and recited daily.

After he figured out the relationship between sound waves, vibration frequency and body parts, he suddenly realized that the vibrations in each dantian had their own unique frequency.

When the sound wave and the dantian resonate at this frequency, and the sounding part is in that dantian, the resonance is the most intense, the explosive power is also extremely strong, and the output is the most powerful and the strongest.

Jin Ziming learned more and more Buddhist mantras, and he was surprised to find that mantras are also extremely helpful in actual combat.

For example, when the soul is weak, chanting the Green Tara mantra will make the recovery faster;

When a bell cover is transformed into a bell cover to protect one's own soul, chanting the four small mantras and the big bell will become thicker and stronger;

The use of the Great Ming Mantra has more effects. He couldn't help but sigh that sound waves are really good things. It is his fate with Buddhism that can understand and know how to use them.

Jin Ziming lived in Jiuxia Temple. He liked the scenery here and felt that this was his blessed place.

"Or why not just wait here for the opportunity to break through the foundation building?"

Days pass by day, and every day is practicing and chanting mantras. The upper and lower dantians have long been full, and it feels like a steel ball that is difficult to continue to compress.

He decided to focus his cultivation on the central dantian and make it look like this.

From the numerous mantras, Jin Ziming picked out more than ten characters that were particularly effective for the Dantian during shock and kept reciting them every day.

It is supplemented with some mantras that can increase the power of the upper support and lower pressure of the upper dantian to strengthen, compress and polish the black balls so that it gradually becomes fuller.

Half a year passed, and finally even the middle dantian felt full and uncomfortable, and it felt incompressible. He understood that the foundation for building the foundation was extremely solid.

Now even if we want to set a precedent in the realm of cultivation, complete a unique foundation building and complete the transformation of energy in the three dantians from gas to liquid at the same time, it is very likely.

Now everything is ready, and I only need that little secret. The state of breakthrough cannot be urgent, so I can only wait calmly.

In addition to practicing, he also helps the temple with some chores and lives here all the time, and he cannot let the monks serve him.

Therefore, in his spare time, he would chop wood, carry water, cook, boil water and clean.

The monks gradually accepted this young man who worshiped the Buddha, and the presided over Huijian even believed that he had a deep connection with Buddha and had unique wisdom.

As winter comes, the vegetation and houses on the mountain are pressed against a thick layer of white snow. When the sun shines on it, it reflects a dazzling colorful luster.

The old cow digs out the snow and tries to find delicious tender grass inside. The peacock has already flew away, and a group of little birds are busy looking for food on the snow.

The blue blue color of white snow, red sun and sea and sky make Jiuxia Temple look particularly holy.

It was only today that I could cook lunch. Jin Ziming came to help the kitchen, dismantling vegetables and boiling water. The monotonous life on the mountain seemed a bit dull. Both of them seemed to be affected and both remained silent.

Jin Ziming added firewood under the large iron kettle, and the water "sizzled" sounded, and soon it began to boil "gurgle".

White water vapor rose, and the mist blurred the glass windows in front of the stove.

There was still snow falling outside the house, and some water droplets began to form on the cold windows. Gradually, more and more, and finally several water lines formed, flowing down the windows.

Jin Ziming stared at the glass window blankly, feeling a little dazed, as if he had remembered something very important, but it flashed and flew away. What exactly was it?

He tried his best to recall, but after a while, the light of inspiration suddenly appeared again, and he remembered the strange thought just now.

Jin Ziming was in a state of excitement, threw away the firewood in his hand, stood up suddenly, and ran out of the temple with a surprised gaze. While running, he shouted:

"Master and three masters, I occasionally gain something. I want to meditate and meditate in the pavilion outside the temple. I hope you don't disturb me!"

Jin Ziming ran to the pavilion, lit a few thick sandalwood, sat down on the cushion, and let the spiritual energy circulate the small and large circumferences.

A corresponding mantra was issued from his mouth, causing the three dantians to swell and rotate extremely.

He felt that his energy and spirit had reached an extreme state, and only the last threshold was left. After passing through it, the sea and the sky were wide.

Chapter completed!