allendalepharm Chapter 132 Four Qi and Five Flavors, the Source of Martial Arts, Spiritual Weapons and Divine Weapo
Chapter 132 Four Qi and Five Flavors, the Source of Martial Arts, Spiritual Weapons and Divine Weapo
Chapter 132 The Four Qi and Five Flavors, the Source of Martial Arts, Spiritual Weapons and Divine Weapons
The Feast Cult, an evil sect that was destroyed by the Five Sects five years ago, was once the leader of evil sects in the Great Qian land.
This sect advocates the concepts of "four natures and five flavors" and "medicine and food sharing the same origin," believing that there is no absolute difference between food and medicine.
The so-called four natures and five flavors refer to the four natures of cold, heat, warmth and coolness, and the five flavors of sour, bitter, sweet, spicy and salty. The Food and Drink School believes that every food and medicine has these characteristics.
They also believe that by combining medicinal herbs and foods with different properties, it is possible to effectively treat human diseases and improve health.
At its inception, this organization was not called "Feast Cult" and was not a heretical sect; it was simply a folk organization that researched medicine and dietary supplements.
Its members were initially just cooks and doctors who gathered together to exchange experiences and were determined to research dietary methods to eliminate diseases and regulate the body.
"Our leader, You Zhenren, was once just a doctor. During a medical consultation trip, he had a serendipitous encounter and comprehended the 'Four Qi and Five Flavors Nourishing Body Method'—which is also our sect's signature exercise."
The landlady, who was tied up, paused and shifted uncomfortably.
"After that, the leader began to select like-minded people, inviting them to form the Feast Cult, and breaking down and sharing the cultivation method with the followers."
After hearing this, the old blind man quietly added:
"There is a rumor that You Qingguo, while practicing medicine, stumbled upon a 'heavenly book' and from it comprehended the 'Four Qi and Five Flavors Nourishing the Body Method'."
"Thanks to the special features of the 'Four Qi and Five Flavors Nourishing Body Method,' he only took ten years to go from a mere body-refining martial artist to a rare master in the world."
The Food Teachings, the Green Robe, the "Four Qi and Five Flavors Nourishing the Body" method, the Heavenly Book...
Modi silently processed the information in their words and extracted information about the Heavenly Book from them.
"It is said that in ancient times, on an unknown day of an unknown month, a celestial book fell from the sky and was obtained by an ancient man named Chichengzi. From it..."
He comprehended the earliest martial arts techniques, and thus the world had its first martial arts.
The Heavenly Book is the source of martial arts in this world, the beginning of all martial arts techniques.
"After that, the Heavenly Book disappeared without a trace. There are rumors that the Heavenly Book has a spirit and will leave on its own, while others say that Chi Chengzi sealed it in a secret place."
"However, after the Heavenly Book disappeared, people kept claiming that they had accidentally encountered the Heavenly Book and even comprehended various martial arts techniques from it, just like the rumor about You Qingxiang."
After hearing this, Modi stroked his chin and lowered his head in thought.
If the rumors told by the old blind man are true, why did the Heavenly Book disappear? And why did it reappear before the world so frequently afterward?
Judging from its behavior, it seems to be intentionally trying to get people to connect with it, so that more people can learn new techniques from it.
Could it be that it was a technique dissemination machine that was deliberately placed there by someone?
"Throughout history, in all cases of encountering celestial books, were the individuals involved simply lucky? Were there any people who actively sought out the celestial books?" he asked.
The old blind man scratched his face, thought seriously for a moment, and replied in an uncertain tone: "They are probably all encountered by chance. I have never heard of a case where someone actively sought out the Heavenly Book and actually found it."
After saying that, he thought for a moment and added:
"It's also possible that they found it but didn't tell anyone, because if this kind of thing is exposed, they might lose their lives."
Modi nodded, then asked curiously, "Who are the people who have seen the Heavenly Book?"
"I've heard some stories from fellow martial artists. Besides the universally acknowledged source of martial arts, Chi Chengzi, there's also Grandmaster Shao Yong, who wrote the 'Huangji Jingshi Shu,' and Master Huijing of the Great Zen Temple..."
"Those closer to us include You Qingguo, the leader of the Feast Sect, and Master Wan Jinghan of Hidden Sword Peak."
"Especially the latter, it is said that the 'True Explanation of Ten Thousand Silent Frost Edge' that Master Wan comprehended from the Heavenly Book is comparable to the fundamental technique of Hidden Sword Peak and has been listed as the sect's treasure technique by Hidden Sword Peak."
The old blind man got excited as he spoke, and judging from his appearance, he was probably an admirer of Master Wan Jinghan.
But wasn't that grandmaster a swordsman? You're a blind man who plays the erhu, and you don't seem like a swordsman, so why are you worshipping him?
Or is it that every man, no matter his age, dreams of becoming a white-robed sword immortal?
Fortunately, the blind man was blind and did not notice that Modi's gaze was somewhat strange, or even somewhat rude.
Seeing that he was getting more and more excited when he started talking about Wan Jinghan, Mo Di quickly interrupted, "Alright, alright, I still have some questions for these people."
The blind man closed his mouth, still wanting more.
Modi shifted his gaze to the three huddled together and said kindly, "Don't be nervous, it was just a joke. Why are you so scared?"
Why don't you put down that sword, which is as thick as a door panel, before you talk?
The three forced a smile and nodded repeatedly, seemingly without the slightest dissatisfaction.
Even the chef, who was so thin he was practically skin and bones, was so happy that he laughed and cried at the same time, seemingly very grateful to Modi for helping him lose weight.
Modi wasn't the type to take advantage of others, and he wouldn't charge them money just for losing weight. However, the three were so enthusiastic that they insisted on giving him a reward, and he couldn't argue with them, so he gave in.
Considering that the three lived in a dilapidated house and probably didn't have much property, Modi decided to be kind and not take their most valuable possessions, only everything except the dilapidated house and broken furniture.
"Young man..." The proprietress stammered, but was glared at by Mo Di and quickly corrected herself, "Sir, please don't call me sir, call me Daoist Master."
Modi patted his coat, and in the blink of an eye, the fabric that made up the coat surged like flesh and blood, transforming into a black-edged red Taoist robe.
"I am Mo Zimi, the Daoist of the Styx River, and I will never change my name or surname."
He still didn't use his real name. It's enough for the people you care about to know your real name; if you reveal it carelessly, it might bring some kind of curse.
The three men in the shady shop watched his clothes change shape, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.
A magical artifact? No, it can change shape at will, this is definitely a divine weapon!
Seeing their surprised expressions, Modi knew they had misunderstood something, but he didn't explain.
The so-called spiritual artifacts and divine weapons are derivative products of the cultivation system in this world.
The martial arts of this world not only emphasize physical training, but also the coordination with weapons.
A martial artist with a suitable weapon generally has an advantage over a martial artist of the same level who is unarmed.
However, ordinary weapons cannot meet their needs. After cultivating to a certain level, their own bodies are harder than ordinary iron weapons.
They need a weapon that can keep up with their pace, a weapon that can withstand being easily destroyed by their opponents in battles of equal strength.
Thus, generations of martial artists studied the original techniques, integrated them with forging processes, and constantly innovated, creating a wide variety of weapon-refining methods.
Unlike weapon forging in the sense of cultivating immortality, unless one is a craftsman who specializes in forging spiritual weapons, a martial artist in this world will generally only forge one weapon in their lifetime.
This weapon will grow along with its forger, making it a unique kind of natal magic weapon.
From the initial magical artifacts to the final divine weapons, although there are only two tiers, they cannot be equated.
Even the weakest divine weapon has many wonderful uses, not to mention the legendary Ten Heavenly Divine Weapons.
Only those at the Qi Condensation Realm can forge spiritual weapons, and to forge a spiritual weapon into a divine weapon, one must at least be a master at the Divine罡 Realm.
The proprietress swallowed hard, feeling a pang of regret as she reflected on her earlier actions.
She was merely at the Blood Refining stage of the Body Refining Realm, yet she had just harbored lustful thoughts towards this Daoist who was at least at the Divine罡 Realm, intending to lure him into bed and then dismember and cook him. She was utterly audacious.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not some kind of demon."
Modi pulled the dragon's bite out of the ground, dragged the rope binding the three people, and pulled them toward the kitchen.
"Taoist Master, what are you trying to do?" The waiter struggled to turn over to prevent his face from continuing to rub against the ground.
"The interrogation time is over. Now it's time for torture. I want all the useful information in your heads, including cultivation techniques, information about the Feast Cult, your experiences..."
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During his time on Blue Star, he specifically learned a few techniques from the company's interrogation department. Combining the ability to manipulate hormones with the Blood Imprint and the suggestive and inducing abilities of the Netherworld Imprint, Mo Di was also a skilled interrogator.
Even if he were thrown into the KGB or Forbes, he could still get a job.
As I walked into the kitchen, a strong smell of blood hit me.
As a shady shop selling "two-legged sheep," one can imagine what the kitchen must be like.
In a dark corner, a row of iron hooks hung on a pole, with several dismembered corpses hanging from the hooks. Below the hooks, blood flowed through pipes into a wooden basin, filling it to the brim.
Next to the wooden basin, some waste was casually placed on a wooden table, suggesting that the chef had plans to make use of it.
Modi flicked his sleeve, releasing the deathly aura of the Styx River, which cleansed the entire kitchen environment.
He placed the three men on the wooden table, laid them down on the sewage pile without paying attention to their heads, and tied them to the table with rope.
As he just said, now is the time for interrogation.
"Will you talk or not? Will you talk or not?!" Mo Di grabbed the landlady by the throat with one hand and brandished a whip with the other, his voice fierce and menacing.
"Nene!"
The proprietress rolled her eyes, her face turning ashen, but even so, she was helpless.
Modi put down the whip, his expression grim. "What a tough guy! Looks like you're going to have to suffer the consequences. Did you really think I watched all those episodes of 'Handsome Geng' for nothing?"
Just before he was about to pull out his magical interrogation tool, the waiter couldn't help but say, "Is it possible that you're choking her, making her unable to speak?"
"...You know too much."
Modi released his grip on the throat and grabbed a rag to stuff into the waiter's mouth.
The proprietress, finally able to catch her breath, answered his questions without hesitation.
Under his physical torture and psychological manipulation, the three men from the black shop confessed in no time.
He recounted everything, from his own cultivation techniques and the current state of the Feasting Sect to his childhood experience of playing in the mud and only to discover it was excrement.
Upon hearing this, Mo Di frowned and seized the opportunity to say, "Well, you just lied to me and said you only practiced the Butterfly Hand, but I didn't expect you had practiced other techniques as well."
He secretly noted this down. It seemed that for martial artists who had successfully cultivated their bodies and had a firm will, the weakened Netherworld Mark could not guarantee that they would tell the whole truth.
On the table, the proprietress paled, her eyes meeting his icy gaze, which seemed to look at her as if she were dead, and a chill ran through her.
This wicked Taoist priest never intended to spare their lives.