The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 1: The old man in the Jingge Temple, breaking through the realm of Guanjing

Floating Cloud Mountain.

The mountains are high and the forests are dense, and the scenery is magnificent.

The sea of clouds is like smoke, and the sunset glow is like floating water.

The morning bell rings, awakening the animals and awakening the people.

Chopping wood, carrying water, sweeping, chanting scriptures...

Taoist priests of all sizes have their own things to do and are busy with their own affairs.

Qiuzhen Temple, first floor of Sutra Repository.

The white-haired Taoist priest buried his head in the scriptures.

He copied, read, and comprehended without paying attention to anyone around.

When the young Taoists who entered the cabinet saw the old Taoist, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they all bowed respectfully.

Either bow from a distance or bow deeply.

Some attitudes are perfunctory, some actions are serious.

Some are nonchalant, some are genuinely admiring.

This is because the old Taoist is a rare person in the temple.

He was the youngest son of the previous headmaster, but was born with a defect and had been mentally retarded for decades.

Five years ago, the previous headmaster passed away.

The old Taoist was so shocked that he woke up.

I thought he would be able to live a carefree life from now on, even though he is older, his bones are aging, and his qi and blood are declining. However, he has the blessing left by the previous headmaster and has entered the first realm. With the balance of yin and yang, he will be free from all diseases and living a long and healthy life should not be a problem.

Who would have thought that he would be unable to enter the Tao.

If an ordinary person encountered this situation, he would probably just let it go, but his determination to seek the truth was very strong.

Not only did he quickly clear away the haze in his heart, but from then on he often lived in the Sutra Library, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating there.

For five years, he has been reading Buddhist scriptures and studying Taoist canon, integrating knowledge with practice, regardless of wind or rain.

Even in winter, after flipping through the scriptures, my fingers trembled as I wrote.

The disciples in the temple had mixed opinions about him.

Some people think that he is overestimating his abilities and should face reality, enjoy the rest of his life and stop messing around.

Some people believe that he has an iron will and is a devout seeker of truth. Although he is just an ordinary person, his mind is transcendent.

Xuanming didn't care what others thought. His experiences in two lives and several years of polishing had enabled him to face all kinds of opinions from the outside world calmly.

Why bother about worldly affairs? It is better to lie down and read Taoist scriptures.

Time is like water, flowing slowly.

The sun sets in the west and a day passes.

The other Taoists dispersed, leaving only the white-haired old Taoist still bent over his desk, studying a book, concentrating on his work with nothing else in his mind.

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The sun will rise tomorrow and dispel the darkness.

When the Taoist priest who was guarding the pavilion opened the door, he found that the old Taoist priest was still reading the sutras. The oil in the lamp on the table had run out, and it was obvious that he had stayed up late again. He couldn't help but sigh, walked forward, and said worriedly and helplessly:
"Uncle Master, you didn't listen to my advice and secretly stayed up late to read the sutras while I was away."

"You are already in your sixties. You should take care of your health and read the Taoist scriptures. There is no need to rush."

"Good health means longer life."

Feeling that the energy in his sea of consciousness had finally changed, Xuanming put down the scriptures, held onto the table, slowly stood up, waved his hand to refuse the Taoist's support, and slowly walked to the door.

The Taoist priest guarding the pavilion was overjoyed to see that this stubborn old man finally listened to advice and did not act on his own as before.

He took a few quick steps and approached the door. He bravely said, "Uncle Master, how about I order someone to prepare a vegetarian meal for you first? After you eat, you can go and have a rest and get enough energy before you come to read the scroll?"

Waving his hands, Xuanming said calmly: "No hurry, the time has come."

opportunity?

What time?
The Taoist priest guarding the pavilion was completely confused.

At this time, Xuanming stepped out of the pavilion.

This is the first time he has walked out of here in five years.

At this time, the sun is rising in the east and the moon is setting in the west, the sun and the moon are in harmony, day and night are alternating, and yin and yang are transforming.

Looking up at the sky, mysterious blessings fill my heart.

A stream of energy emanated from his sea of consciousness, and wind rose from the ground, swirling around him. His white hair was flying, and his gray Taoist robe was fluttering. He was actually floating in the air, three feet off the ground.

Above the sky, the sun and the moon shine together.

Each of them sent down a mysterious energy.

The purple energy of the morning sun and the moonlight of the moon poured into Xuanming's body. His aura gradually became mysterious, and his momentum rose steadily.

The wind was rising and the clouds were surging, and a large amount of inspiration was rushing into Xuanming's body like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

The meridians were opened up, the rotten body was moisturized, the wrinkled skin became rosy, the hunched back became straight, and Xuanming transformed from the inside out.

The magical power is surging inside the body, and outside the body it is like a spring breeze and rain.

The Taoist priest guarding the pavilion was stunned.

The young Taoist priest who was about to enter the cabinet was horrified.

Sensing the energy, several figures flew over from the sky. They were the headmaster of Qiuzhen Temple and several elders. Seeing the old Taoist who was just breaking through, they were stunned and immediately ordered their disciples not to disturb him and personally rushed over to protect him.

Xuanming doesn’t know about this for the time being.

He immersed himself in the creation of heaven and earth, and fell into the legendary state of enlightenment. What he gained from years of reading scriptures was like a surging river, merging with the mysterious energy in his sea of consciousness.

Change their roots and improve their understanding.

The old Taoist sees the world more clearly.

The epiphany lasted for an hour, and when the vision disappeared, he landed on the ground, opened his eyes, and his appearance changed drastically.

He has white hair and a youthful face, and he looks like an immortal.

Feeling the changes in himself, the old Taoist laughed out loud.

"After five years of studying the classics, I finally entered the Dao today."

Not only did he enter the Tao, but he also crossed the first realm and entered the second realm. His foundation was solid and his Tao energy was pure.

The head monk, Taoist Xuanxu, led the elders forward, his square face full of joy.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother, for successfully entering the Dao. From now on, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly."

"Congratulations, Senior Brother, on your successful entry into the Dao. From now on, the world will be wider and everything will be new."

All the disciples present also bowed immediately.

"Congratulations, Master (Grandmaster), for successfully entering Taoism."

Xuanming smiled kindly and bowed in return.

"Thank you, fellow disciples, for your protection."

It was not a good idea to always stand outside, so Xuanming invited his disciple, the head teacher, and the elders to go into the Sutra Building for a detailed discussion.

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On the first floor of the Sutra Repository, all the Taoists sat separately.

The headmaster Xuanxuzi spoke first.

"Many wise men achieved success late in life, so don't be afraid of the gray hair."

"Brother, you have achieved great success late in life. You have reached the second level right after entering the Dao. This is cause for celebration."

"From now on, my Qiuzhen Temple has another true practitioner of the Tao."

The elders congratulated him again.

After the pleasantries, let’s get down to business.

Xuan Yangzi of the Fiery Palace practices fire magic. He has a hot temper, is impatient and straightforward, and cannot control himself.

He stood up, bowed his head and said:

"What I'm going to ask next may be a little presumptuous. I'll apologize to you first."

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could open his mouth, he saw Taoist Xuanming stroke his beard and said calmly:

"Junior brother, do you want to ask me about the method of building the foundation?"

Upon hearing this, Taoist Xuanyang's face turned even redder.

He confessed his guilt again and admitted it directly.

"Brother, you have a keen eye. I do have this question."

"Just now I saw that Senior Brother had broken through the realm and was able to draw the energy of the moon and the sun into his body, forging a superior foundation for the Tao."

“The sight is spectacular and fascinating.”

"However, there doesn't seem to be such a method in the temple. I wonder if this is what Senior Brother learned from the Sutra or was it left by Master?"

Upon hearing this, the other Taoists immediately listened attentively.

They are also curious about this question.

He did not ask rashly, because he knew Taoist Xuanyang's temper and knew that he would definitely be the first to rush forward. Also, Xuanyang and the master were both disciples of the previous generation of the master, and had a closer relationship with Senior Brother Xuanming.

as predicted!

Junior Brother Xuanyang did not disappoint them as always.

Taoist Xuanming stroked his beard lightly and did not reply immediately. Instead, he looked around and took in the expressions of all the Taoists.

Although he had been staying in the Sutra Repository for five years, thanks to the nagging of the Taoist priest who was guarding the pavilion, he had some understanding of the personalities of these fellow disciples who held great power in the temple.

The headmaster Xuanxu is upright but not pedantic.

Xuan Yu of the Law Enforcement Hall is the most fair.

The son of Xuanyin from Lingyao Pavilion is a black-hearted person.

Xuankong in Huojudian is good at Bagua.

Xuantong of Longquan Palace is good at dancing with long sleeves.

Xuan Su of the Jade Maiden Pavilion is strong-willed and protective.

Xuan Yang of Feihuo Palace is straightforward and reckless.

At the moment, it seems that Junior Brother Xuanyang is being used as a gun again.

Xuanming was filled with emotion, but his face showed no sign of it. He stroked his beard and smiled, then said slowly:

(End of this chapter)