The Opening

"Before practicing the Tomb Sutra, you must make a wish. This wish should not be too unrealistic, but rather a wish that is likely to be fulfilled in your life!"

"For example, Zhang Bayang receives one hundred and a half taels of silver per month, but he makes a wish to receive one string of cash per month. Such a wish is absolutely impossible to fulfill!"

"For example, Ruan Qigong was so eager to cultivate that he wanted to become a cultivator in the Divine Ability Realm within three years before even Realm Entry. Such a desire is beyond the normal range."

On the sixth day after leaving Shouchun City, Dong Zhongshu finally put down his pen and began to expound on the "Tomb Classic".

He spoke concisely and to the point.

The self-cultivation of physicians is relatively easy to grasp, while the teachings of Huang-Lao have a very wide range of applications, covering almost all schools of thought.

However, the "techniques" of Huang-Lao philosophy are more suitable for the general public, but they also have inherent shortcomings.

Whether the cultivation was successful is unclear, and whether the cultivation was effective is also unclear.

The fact that practicing the "Tomb Sutra" can only fulfill one wish also seems awkward.

If one's aspirations are too high, they will remain unfulfilled; if one's aspirations are too low, they will be fulfilled without warning. Whether the "Tomb Classic" has been effective is debatable.

"Accountant Du, I'd like to get some treatment..."

Shh, make your own wish and don't tell anyone!

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Liang decided that preserving his life was the most important thing. He only hoped that the trip would go smoothly and that he could recover from his illness and return to Shu County.

He wanted to ask Dong Zhongshu whether his wish was unrealistic.

But before Zhao Liang could finish speaking, Dong Zhongshu gestured for silence.

"This is for your ancestors to hear; it won't work if you tell it to others," Dong Zhongshu said.

"Like this!"

Zhao Liang let out a sigh of relief and silently chanted in his mind for a while.

When the people in the carriage all looked at Dong Zhongshu with different expressions, Dong Zhongshu began to expound on the "Tomb Classic".

Despite his serious demeanor while teaching, Dong Zhongshu was inwardly filled with anxiety.

This involves the wishes he made, as well as the influence of the 'shamanic theory' mentioned by Zhang Xuezhou.

Whether it was a heartfelt statement or something truly powerful, Dong Zhongshu still finds it difficult to confirm the role of the Fen Jing.

His current judgment is entirely based on the King of Huainan, who believes that the King of Huainan has no reason to cheat a minor cultivator who is offering a treasure.

If Dong Zhongshu had any particular confidence in the Fen Jing, he lacked it as well.

"Why does it sound like a prayer?"

The practice of the "Tomb Sutra" also relies on reciting it with intonation and rhythm, and it also requires reciting it in various different regions.

As for when one will succeed in their cultivation, that depends on luck.

Each volume of the "Grave Classic" corresponds to only one wish. Zhang Xuezhou cherished the simple wish of "a peaceful life," but Dong Zhongshu pointed out that Zhang Xuezhou's wish was too difficult to fulfill.

If a rural farmer makes such a wish, it's quite normal for the recipient to live a peaceful and safe life.

But Zhang Xuezhou, a free spirit who roams the world recklessly, had a need for safety that exceeded the limits of the protection his ancestors could offer.

If Zhang Xuezhou can live a peaceful life, it almost means that he has an unlimited capacity for Zhang Xuezhou death, and even his ancestors couldn't keep up with his speed of Zhang Xuezhou -destruction.

It needs to be realistic, it needs to be tailored to individuals, but it also cannot be divorced from reality.

Even if Zhang Xuezhou made a wish to defeat the extraterrestrial demons, it would be impossible for it to be fulfilled, as the two sides are not on the same level and their wishes are almost impossible to realize.

He ultimately set his sights on improving his cultivation level, hoping to advance from the True Spirit Realm to the Consciousness Creation Realm as soon as possible.

The difficulty in realizing this wish lies in the fact that Zhang Xuezhou needs to meet with Zou Bugui Zou Bugui obtain information about the Realm Techniques from him. Only if Zou Bugui provides information about the Yin-Yang School's Realm Techniques can he advance the Realm Techniques; otherwise, he will remain stuck in the True Spirit Realm.

A group of people traversed mountains and valleys while chanting loudly.

Unlike the numerous and complex contents of Confucian School, the "Fen Jing" contains only about eight thousand characters, yet its usefulness is something that everyone longs for.

Whether it works or not, it's not a loss for everyone to offer their opinions.

He recited it day and night, constantly memorizing and reciting it.

Whether their wish came true is hard to say, but at least they traveled safely through the lands of Chu, Liang, Zhao, and Yan.

It wasn't until several dozen days later, when they felt the howling cold air, that everyone knew they had entered the Northern Border.

"Who made the wish to reach the Northern Border safely?" Zhao Liang asked happily.

From Shu Commandery to Ba Commandery, and then from Ba Commandery to Jiangxia, Zhao Liang felt as if he were experiencing one major ordeal after another in his life, and he even had the idea of returning to Shu Commandery.

But traveling north from Jiangxia, apart from spending a large amount of money, they encountered almost no life-threatening accidents along the way.

This made Zhao Liang very excited, as if the "Grave Scripture" he had cultivated had shown its effects.

"I..."

"Don't tell them we haven't even reached the vicinity of the Northern Border Army camp yet; if you say it, it won't come true!"

Zhang Bayang opened his mouth, but before he could say two words, Dong Zhongshu stopped him.

The expressions on everyone's faces varied, but they all carried a hint of excitement.

Zhang Cigong naturally felt a mix of trepidation and longing as he approached his hometown. Even though they weren't heading towards Hibiscus City, they were getting closer and closer to the area where they originally lived.

Dong Zhongshu felt a great weight lifted from his heart, as he felt he had finally delivered the patient to the Northern Border region. Now, all he needed to do was find a way to contact Li Guang.

Zhao Liang's reasoning was that his symptoms had likely subsided.

The groom, Zhang Bayang, felt that this deadly journey was only halfway complete. Once Zhao Liang recovered, he could return to Shu County and live out his days in peace.

Entering the Northern Border region from the mountainous and watery south, this area brought dryness and cold, but also allowed horse-drawn carriages to travel normally, no longer requiring people to push the carriages as in some other sections of the road.

Everyone wore happy expressions, except for Zhang Xuezhou, whose expression seemed a little strange.

Time passed, and he had lived peacefully in this world for several months, but the events that occurred in reality made Zhang Xuezhou uneasy.

The time for a sequencing enthusiasts' grand gathering has arrived.

While he was chatting and laughing with everyone, a battle had already begun in another world, but he was still unable to return.

Nearly a year has passed, and Zhang Xuezhou doesn't know whether the extraterrestrial demon was stunned by the Emperor, hadn't recovered from its injuries, or was still alive. This didn't cause any issues with the extraterrestrial demon's time limit.

His seven-day cycle remained unchanged.

This means that Zhang Xuezhou still has two days to operate in this world, while the most important sequencing event for sequencers in the other world has already begun.

"Before the pure energy rises, before the turbid energy sinks, before the wandering spirit awakens, before the five colors are distinguished, there is something within, and in the the Unseen, its nature exists..."

Zhang Xuezhou recited the text with great intonation, secretly praying that Zhang Manqian and the others would have a bit more luck and not be eliminated after just two rounds.

"My sister failed to break through to the True Spirit Realm before the sequencing event. This kind of forced breakthrough is indeed more difficult than normal cultivation, making it hard to achieve her goal in such a short time. We can only hope that she, Song Sijia, Wang Li can work together!"

Zhang Xuezhou pondered Zhang Manqian's current strength, then thought of Wang Li, who had become stronger after being beaten, and then of Song Sijia, who was kept in the dark. He felt that the team members each had their own unique strengths, but there were still many problems between them.

As for the pairing of Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, Zhang Xuezhou was not particularly optimistic about it and found it difficult to see how the parents could be of any use.

He read aloud, his mind preoccupied with this sequencing event.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Song Sijia was completely bewildered.

Due to her status, she had no right to enter the Xuanshi Building.

When she saw Zhang Xuezhou with an IV drip through the visual aid, she couldn't help but stutter when she spoke to Zhang Manqian.

"How could he suddenly fall ill... If he's sick, can... can I get my contract back?"

Just thinking about Zuo Teng's persistent invitations, and Zuo Teng's repeated mentions that Zhang Xuezhou was unwell and unlikely to attend the sequencing conference, made Song Sijia's heart sink.

She had always thought that Zuo Teng was using psychological tactics and manipulating her with words, but Song Sijia never expected that it was true.

Zhang Xuezhou is indeed unable to attend the sequencing conference at present.

Their strongest team captain in the five-person competition has been automatically eliminated.