Chapter 6 – The Path of Yan
Eighteen particles of wooden beads meant six roots, six dusts, and six knowledge. These represented the eighteen world.
The Yan wooden beads connected to the spells that were been chanted through the heart. Every part of the training connected the hand, eye, heart, and spell. The real target of this training was to connect the outer and inner world through the beads.
Xiao Jing-Mi did not know that every time he was meditating, the spells from the ten thousand would fly around and shining gold lights. It became one with his spells and flew towards his tower inside his heart.
At the same time the golden lights still glowing on the beads and slowly changed into special beads. In fact by adding more energy into the beads at a time, it would be turned into a special weapon but for now, it was still like an embryo.
Training through the night made the tower grew more floors and the tower became higher than before.
The rooster that the worker raised was calling out cuckoo in the morning and the skies slowly turned into blue.
Xiao Jing-Mi opened both his eyes. He recovered his physical and mental after full meditation. He came out from his room. He then punches his right fist to left fist. It was not the boxing for fighting but for the blood circulation. He sat for all night and needed to exercise.
This boxing is very short and has ten or more movements was called Yan boxing. Xiao Jing-Mi simply throws two punches and hold his hands. Simply rubbed his hands and he climbed to the rooftop. He was facing the east where the sun rose up slowly began to breathe.
No matter Yan or immortal worlds, they had the same kung-fu style. It was only by collecting a little purple gas. At the West Gate, it was Xiao Jing-Mi only be able to do so. It was not taught by his masters but he was able to do that since he was born.
When the skies turned blue and a bright red light was glowing from the maple forest, he took a breath in and the purple gas followed in straight to his tower in his heart. Slowly the tower was glowing purple lights.
The sun rose from the east side of the maple forest. After some time had pa.s.sed, he could take the purple gas to breathe. Started from Xiao Jing-Mi first day training he needed to breathe this purple gas except in rainy, snow, and cloudy days. This was such a habit to him. After some time, he came down from the roof.
The purple gas was absorbed into the tower. This purple gas was able to shape his Yan treasure.
Xiao Jing-Mi did not know how to form the tower in his heart and one other Yan treasure. For him, he thought training the tower in his heart. Sometimes there were other things that formed up too.
Done his homework, he would not practice at the day. The autumn almost came, he must go to the mountain to harvest some wild fruits and vegetables. There were so many herbs in the autumn season. Autumn was the perfect season to harvest these.
The training of the West Gate was they needed to go to the mountain to harvest such as walnuts, chestnuts, hazelnuts and other wild nuts. If done, then they could go to the markets to exchcange some needles, cloth, and other items. There were things that could be recycled.
Of course, these items were taken to the markets by the workers. It was like Xiao Jing-Mi, every month he harvested something and exchange them in the market.
The autumn season was the busiest season of all time. West Gate worked in the kitchen and they had to do their own things. Yan gate was hard. Hard training always made the feeling hard too.
The West Gate training was better that the central Yan training. Those were the seriously hard work. One meal a day.
Xiao Jing-Mi took a broom and swept the yard. After that, he went to clean the other room. After he had done it all, he took the basket and readied to climb the mountains.
A seven-year-old man came into him.
“Brother Xiao-Mi, the great master invites you.”
That was not a ten years old kid. They were early disciples readied to be trained. Most of them were orphan, and also they volunteered his child/daughter.
Xiao Jing-Mi patted his head.
“Okay, I will go.”
He picked up some mountain wild walnut and gave them. Carrying basket on his back and he went back to this place. West Yan Gate has the edge feeling hall, concept hall, and the third hall. The great master was guarding the edge feeling hall. Xiao Jing-Mi that one day this will end.
So, the great master was a headmaster to him so in the Yan gate, there were so many birds flew off.
He slightly opened his door and calmly stood outside there.
Suddenly an old and raspy voice was there to be heard: “Come in!”
Xiao Jing-Mi pushed the door opened and went in.
This room was bigger one more time than his. There was a firewall, a bamboo bookshelf, and another table. At the corner, there were wooden boxes. A little Yan altar was placed on the table with an incense bowl, three sticks of incense inserted into the incense dust which raising up the pleasant smell.