Teaching a Secret Technique

After all that, Zheng Zetian realized just how much trouble his Dao Body was. Heaven seemed to envy him; he attracted karma for no reason and faced endless tribulations. Although he had managed to buy himself a few days this time, he'd hoped to enjoy some peace and focus on cultivation. That probably wasn't going to happen. He could be dragged into trouble at any moment, for no apparent reason.

Zheng Zetian was also gradually remembering what he'd been like before. His temper hadn't been very good. He wouldn't say he'd done whatever he pleased, but he'd certainly been nothing like a humble, kind man. Whenever something happened, even if he endured it for a while, sooner or later he'd get even. That was bound to draw him into an endless cycle of tribulations and trouble.

Zheng Zetian wasn't afraid of those dangers, but he didn't want to be driven entirely by his past nature, either. If he had to walk the same old path again and become that mad demon, what would be the point of being reborn?

It seemed he needed to pay more attention to cultivating his Dao Heart. He wondered if the learned and well-traveled giant might have a good solution.

Empty Star

Li Fan, clad in a Daoist robe, rubbed the jade slip between his sleeves as he studied the "heavenly book Ancestor Luo had personally written after going mad." He replied,

"Daoist friend, you want to trade this heavenly book for a method to keep your Dao Heart steadfast? Surely you don't lack even a Heart-Cleansing Sutra to calm your mind?"

Zheng Zetian was munching on an apple.

"I did come across a few in the past, but back then I followed the Dao of Self, roaming the world and putting myself above all