Loan Wusheng

Chapter 274 Dream is not a dream, the Dao is not the Dao, proving the Dao through the Dharma form of the 'Yellow Millet Dream'!
Deep within the Taiji Palace, nine bronze cauldrons floated in the dome, their inscriptions cascading down in wisps of mysterious yellow energy, completely enveloping the entire hall.

Zheng Jun sat cross-legged on the Nine Heavens Cloud Platform, with the Lu Clan Jade Slip, glowing with a blue light, floating in front of him. He lightly touched the slip with his fingertips, and tiny specks of dream light scattered like fireflies.

"Your Majesty, the turtle fishermen in the South China Sea have begun their seclusion."

Huiyue's voice came through the barrier: "It is widely rumored that the Turtle Fisherman is about to break through his realm and attempt to reach the Dharma Aspect."

Zheng Jun nodded slightly, and a dragon-shaped jade pendant flew out from his sleeve and landed at the palace gate: "I understand. I have gained some insights from my previous killing of Master Qingxu Wanfa. I need to go into seclusion for a while. No foreign officials are allowed to come to the Taiji Palace for three days. Anyone who disobeys this order may be executed on the spot."

"promise!"

Upon hearing this, Huiyue immediately bowed and accepted the order, then took her leave.

After Huiyue took her leave, only Zheng Jun remained in Taiji Palace.

"It's just a dream."

Zheng Jun stared at the floating words in the jade slip, his eyes gradually gleaming with a purple-gold light.

This method may seem clever, but it is actually extremely dangerous.

Throughout the thousands of years of Lu family lineage, seven ancestors attempted to condense this form, but only two of them awoke, while the rest remained as living dead, slumbering to this day.

Of the two awakened beings, only the ancestor achieved the 'Yellow Millet Dream' Dharma form; the other was just one move short.

"Even when one breaks through to the Yuan Dan realm, there is still a 28% chance of awakening. With the 'Lord of the World' Dharma Body protecting me, even if I fail, the probability of awakening is extremely high. Moreover, now that I have the Origin protecting me, if I really cannot break out of the dream on my own, I will still have the Origin to guide me."

After Zheng Jun pondered for a moment, a golden light flashed before his eyes, and a line of gilded characters immediately appeared.

[Is it possible to preemptively utilize the supernatural power technique 'Great Dream Realm (Complete)'? Is it because it borrows the fruits of the future, requiring tens of thousands of practice sessions before it can be truly acquired?]

I haven't seen those gilded characters in so long.

Zheng Jun couldn't help but sigh; he hadn't seen such gilded small characters in a long time.

Despite being filled with mixed emotions, Zheng Jun silently murmured to himself, "Advance payment!"

[Advance payment successful.]

The gilded characters flashed by, and Zheng Jun immediately mastered the illusion technique that he had never understood before!
The next moment, Zheng Jun reached out and plunged his hand into the jade slip.

Suddenly, his fingertip pierced the center of the jade slip, and the entire scroll of green jade instantly transformed into dream particles like quicksand, flowing into Zheng Jun's seven orifices.

Zheng Jun's imperial robes fluttered without wind, and a hazy moon halo appeared above his head, a sign that the 'Great Dream' supernatural power was being activated.

"I want to see what in this dream can hold me back."

As the last bit of blue light disappeared into his brow, Zheng Jun's breathing suddenly became long and even.

Below the Purple Jade Cloud Platform, a phantom image of a chessboard with nineteen lines appeared, while his consciousness had already fallen into boundless darkness.

The path to enlightenment in the "Yellow Millet Dream" Dharma form began in this very ordinary and simple way.

……

When the blinding sunlight shone on his face through the gaps in the thatched roof, Zheng Jun subconsciously raised his hand to shield his eyes.

The sensation of the rough cloth sleeves rubbing against his skin was so real that it made him momentarily dazed.

Straw raincoats and bamboo hats hung on the low earthen walls, and a half-bowl of frozen porridge sat on a broken wooden table.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?
However, soon, a flood of memories rushed into Zheng Jun's mind, causing him to recall a great deal of information.

"The Great Zhou Divine Martial Emperor used martial arts to enter the Dao and defeated the last King of the Great Yu Dynasty in one fell swoop, thus gaining the world? The emperor has been in power for eight hundred years and is now old and frail. He has raised nine sons, all of whom are martial saints who have condensed their Yuan Dan. The Great Zhou Dynasty is stable and its national fortune will last forever."

"Wang Dong, the Zhuang chieftain of Xin Huai County, Yunzhou?"

Information flooded into Zheng Jun's mind, and his expression turned strange, subconsciously feeling a sense of unreality.

Passed by yourself?
The surrounding environment wasn't very good. Zheng Jun tried to recall his memories before he transmigrated, but they were all blank. He had no idea how he had transmigrated.

Did they hit the jackpot, or were they hit by the jackpot?
I have no memory of what happened before I traveled through time.

But upon closer reflection, he found everything about this world, and everything about 'Wang Dong,' to be very clear and familiar.

Including Wang Dong's relatives, parents, childhood experiences, childhood friends...

"Did the time travel ruin your brain?"

Zheng Jun felt very strange. He knew very well that he was not from this world. He came from Earth, but his memories of Earth were blank. He had no idea what he had done before he transmigrated.

But when he thinks about it, he can only think of all sorts of stories from Earth, like the Han and Three Kingdoms periods, the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties...

But there are no memories of living there.

"That's strange. There might have been a problem during the time travel process."

Zheng Jun felt a pang of melancholy, then looked at the matter before him, eager to try.

What about Goldfinger?

This is a standard feature for time travelers!

Without a cheat system, how could you possibly transmigrate to such a barren place?

Zheng Jun began to think this way in his mind, and the next second, a line of gilded characters appeared in front of Zheng Jun.

[The Dharma image of 'Stealing Heavenly Secrets'.]

Please note that repayment has not yet been completed.

[The supernatural technique 'Great Dream Realm'.]

Please note that repayment has not yet been completed.

Zheng Jun: ? ? ?
The gilded characters that appeared before Zheng Jun left him in awe.

Shocked, Zheng Jun's mind underwent a dramatic transformation. The gilded characters changed according to Zheng Jun's thoughts. After the gilding faded, Zheng Jun focused his attention and immediately saw an ancient and heavy book!
Its name is: The Great Dao Martial Arts Manual!
The essential principles of martial arts from all over the world are contained in this book.

Between the pages, air currents swirled, as if the invisible voice of the Great Dao was echoing.

However, this 'Great Dao Martial Book' contains a great deal of information.

From the "Clad in Armor" and "Wave-Treading" sword techniques to the "Green Water Dragon-Slaying" and "Radiant Sun Flowing Dragon" sword techniques...

According to the records on it, all of them were "already under control", which made Zheng Jun hesitate for a moment.

But then he saw the next page.

[The Dharma image of the 'Lord of the World'.]

[Repayment completed.]

Lord of the world!
Dharma!

Upon seeing this scene, Zheng Jun's eyes instantly cleared, and in the next second, all his memories flooded back.

"I see."

Zheng Jun let out a breath, and at this moment he began to recall many things.

include,

This illusion.

"It's all just a pipe dream."

Zheng Jun was filled with emotion. He had now completely remembered everything, and if he wanted, he could break free from the illusion at any time.

but……

He came here to prove the Dharma, but now that he's awakened and left, what's the point?
Just like one of Lu's ancestors, he emerged from the dream, only to find nothing.

“Since we are going to prove the true nature of this ‘Yellow Millet Dream’, we should really become Wang Dong, a militia member from Xinhuai County, Yunzhou.”

He grabbed the cold bowl of porridge on the table and drank it all in one gulp, ready to try a different kind of life.

This time, Zheng Jun's experience was completely different.

Starting with the militia, they embarked on a completely different path from before. When the Battle of Yunzhou broke out, all counties and prefectures dispatched militia to the front lines to transport grain, and 'Wang Dong' was no exception.

Now, Wang Dong followed the army into battle. At first, he was just a rough man carrying a flag, but whenever he encountered danger, he always seemed to be protected by gods and ghosts.

When arrows rained down, he slipped and fell into a ditch, thus avoiding a fatal blow; during a night raid on the enemy camp, he stumbled into the granary and set it on fire, causing the enemy to retreat in disarray.

The veteran soldiers marveled, "Is this kid some kind of reincarnation of the Earth God? Even swords and spears give him a wide berth!"

After the war subsided, Wang Dong was selected for the Imperial Guard because of his reputation as a "lucky general".

On the day he entered the capital, he looked up at the towering palace walls, his boots still covered in yellow soil from Yunzhou.

Just then, the carriage of the Crown Prince's daughter, Princess Huai'an, passed by. The curtain was slightly lifted, and the princess caught a glimpse of 'Wang Dong'. She fell deeply in love with him and secretly pledged her heart to him. Disregarding everything, she insisted on marrying this man.

Upon seeing this, the Crown Prince summoned Wang Dong. The Crown Prince observed that Wang Dong was exceptionally brave and extraordinary, unlike an ordinary person. After much deliberation, the Crown Prince married the county princess to him and devoted himself to his upbringing.

After that, Wang Dong's career took off. The county magistrate rewarded him with a martial arts manual, which he mastered without a teacher. In one night, he grasped the essence of swordsmanship and broke through to the next level.

On the day Emperor Shenwu passed away, blood rained down from the sky. Wang Dong practiced his sword outside the Meridian Gate, and the sword energy dispersed the dark clouds, which led to the Crown Prince personally summoning him.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, local warlords rebelled. Wang Dong single-handedly suppressed the rebels in various states, and wherever his blade struck, enemy chieftains' heads rolled off like melons.

Finally, during a thunderstorm, he looked up to the sky and roared. The primordial elixir condensed in his dantian, and purple lightning swirled around his body for three days without dissipating.

After breaking through to the Yuan Dan realm, Wang Dong fought across the north and south, quelled the Xiao Liang rebellion, conquered the four directions of Manchu, and reached the peak of the Yuan Dan realm. He was granted the title of Prince Yongning by the new emperor, and was also granted the titles of Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince, Prime Minister, and Grand Marshal.

Now, only fifty years have passed since Wang Dong, the lowly soldier who participated in the war.

On this day, in the General's mansion, Wang Dong... or rather Zheng Jun, was still completely baffled.

"What exactly are you trying to do? Do you want to prove a 'Dharma Form' within this illusion?"

Zheng Jun pondered deeply, wondering how to attain the Dharma form of this 'Yellow Millet Dream'.

The ancestors of the Lu family were really something; they didn't even write it out more clearly in the jade slip.

After sighing, Zheng Jun continued to observe in the dream as Wang Dong.

Time flies, and three hundred years pass in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Jun, or rather, Wang Dong, the 'Prince of Yongning' at this moment, sat upright in the quiet room of the General's Mansion. Outside the window, a light rain was falling, and the copper bells on the eaves jingled softly.

Three hundred years.

Three hundred years have passed since he broke through to the peak of the Yuan Dan realm in this dream.

The lifespan of mortals is no more than a hundred years. Even a Yuan Dan Martial Saint would find it difficult to live past five hundred years without special opportunities.

In this dreamlike state, time seemed to stretch out; though his physical body had not decayed, his soul had already endured many vicissitudes.

"A dream of wealth and glory... what is real and what is false?"

Zheng Jun whispered, his fingertips lightly stroking a wooden knife on the table.

This wooden knife was made when he first joined the army. It was rough and crude, but now it has a warm luster from years of handling.

For three hundred years, he tried countless methods: conquering all directions, secluded meditation to seek enlightenment, traveling through mountains and rivers, and even in his dream he realized the Dharma form of 'stealing the secrets of heaven', wanting to steal the heavenly way of this world in his dream, but he has never been able to break through the last layer of illusion.

"Could it be that only by becoming the Dao Lord in this realm can one break free from this dream?"

Zheng Jun closed his eyes in deep thought when he suddenly heard a soft laugh beside him.

“Foolish child, since you know it is a dream, why are you still so fixated on ‘proving the Way’?”

Zheng Jun suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that there was a voice in the quiet room at some point!
"Ok?"

Zheng Jun's pupils contracted sharply, and the Dragon Abyss Blade Intent instantly condensed in his palm.

Zheng Jun turned around and looked, but saw no one. Only his voice echoed, containing the power of origin: "Dream is not dream, Tao is not Tao. What you have trapped is only yourself."

Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Jun felt a jolt to his soul, and the scene before him crumbled inch by inch!

The General's Mansion, the capital city, and even the entire Great Zhou Dynasty shattered like a bubble.

In that void, a wisp of bluish-gray mist slowly emerged, which was You Tiankun's origin!

"I see……"

Zheng Jun laughed heartily, finally understanding.

The "Yellow Millet Dream" Dharma image is not about attaining enlightenment in a dream, but about using dreams to refine the mind and using illusion to transcend reality!
Previously, I was too obsessed with interpreting dreams, so I kept striving for advancement and tried every possible method. Only now, after being enlightened by this source, have I realized that a dream is just a dream.

You think you've woken up from a dream, but all logic still follows the dream.

It's just a dream, why bother with so much logic?

The dream of wealth and glory should be a profound realization!
With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun reached out and grasped that wisp of origin. His body erupted with purple-gold imperial aura, and the phantom of the Nine Cauldrons manifested behind him. At this moment, the third Dharma form, 'Yellow Millet Dream', also solidified completely!

When Zheng Jun awoke from his dream, he opened his eyes and found himself still sitting on the cloud platform of the Taiji Palace.

The jade slip was shattered, but a wisp of bluish-gray mist lingered in his palm.

"A great dream spans three hundred years, yet the human world passes in an instant."

He stood up, and the sound of the Dragon Abyss Blade resounded throughout the heavens.

Now, the three characteristics have been formed!

Above the capital, the sea of ​​clouds churned and boiled.

Zheng Jun stood on the void, with the 'Yellow Millet Dream' shining brightly behind him.

This Dharma image is like mist and illusion, with countless fragments of dreams floating in the bluish-gray mist. Sometimes it transforms into the smoke and fire of the marketplace, and sometimes it condenses into the smoke and fire of the battlefield, enveloping half of the imperial city in a strange scene where reality and illusion intertwine!
It has no physical form, yet it shines even brighter.

Such an unusual phenomenon naturally swept through the entire capital city.

The descendants of the Lu family, including the two Grand Secretaries of the Cabinet, Lu Chengbi and Lu Liangchen, were naturally very familiar with this matter, and their eyes widened in astonishment.

The Dharma image of 'The Yellow Millet Dream'!
The two of them were naturally aware of the matter of the ancestor presenting the method of condensing the Dharma image.

But unexpectedly, the mystery of the Dharma Image that had troubled the Lu family for thousands of years was solved by His Majesty the Emperor in just a few days!

This……

They were both quite shocked, yet found it perfectly normal.

After all, this man was someone who could pacify the world in ten years and slay a True Lord in a single year.

Isn't it normal to prove a Dharma form?

Not only the Lu family members, but also the officials of Shenjing were shocked. Among them, the most shocked was Huiyue, the Shanggong Ling who had surrendered from the Buddhist Kingdom in the far west.

In front of the Taiji Hall, Huiyue looked up at the sky, her usually cold eyes unusually rippled with emotion.

A year ago, on that night, when Zheng Junzheng 'stole the secrets of heaven' and stirred up the stars in the heavens, she was still able to explain herself with 'Your Majesty's extraordinary talent'.

But now...

"This is the third Dharma form."

Huiyue exclaimed in astonishment: "Ordinary cultivators take a hundred years to become prime ministers, yet Your Majesty has done so as easily as picking fruit..."

Everyone in the world believes that the most likely next Dharma image will be the 'earth soil' Dharma image of the turtle fisherman in the South China Sea, and whether it will be accomplished within the next ten years.

But unexpectedly, the one who succeeded was the third Dharma form of Emperor Zheng Jun of the Han Dynasty, the 'Yellow Millet Dream' that no one had been able to realize for four or five thousand years!
This can no longer be described simply as being exceptionally gifted.

This is... somewhat miraculous.

It is the mandate of heaven, and the hope of the people!
Luckily, I surrendered.

Thinking of this, Huiyue couldn't help but let out a breath.

Just then, Zheng Jun's voice suddenly rang in her ears: "I have obtained the third Dharma Image of Jin, and the whole world is exempt from taxes for one year. May the whole world rejoice!"

(End of this chapter)