The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 113: Water Moon Breaks Mirror Flower, Gourd Conquers Dream Lady

Three thousand dreams, three thousand old Taoists.

It's so densely packed that it looks dizzying.

Three thousand old Taoists raised their hands at the same time, some waved their whisks, some took out their gourds. Silver threads were like waterfalls, tearing the void. The gourds generated wind, swallowing up the sky and eating the earth.

Xuan Ming frowned slightly, and black and white colors appeared under his feet. With them as the center, he displayed the Yin-Yang Diagram, and derived a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram. All the fierce attacks were blocked and completely wiped out by the power of the two yin and yang. The silver threads were shattered, and the suction stopped abruptly, making it difficult to get close to him.

The three thousand old Taoists moved again, some with wooden swords flying in their sleeves, with sword lights shining continuously into the sky, some with whisks swung wildly, with three thousand silver threads forming a waterfall, some with thunder in their palms, with dark clouds and thunder like rain.

The Yin-Yang diagram rotates, the black and white fish swim, and Xuanming's defense is as solid as a rock. No matter how heavy the attacks are, they cannot break through the defense. The Tai Chi two poles, black and white Yin and Yang, symbiotic cycle, generate infinite derivatives.

Facing the attack from his own projection, he remained calm and composed, thinking that it was just a dream. Dreams are strange and unpredictable, with endless changes. In other words, there is everything in dreams and everything is possible, but dreams are born out of thinking.

He and this dream demon had just met for the first time and did not understand each other's methods. The three thousand old Taoist priests in front of him were able to display their magical powers. In the final analysis, it was Xuanming's own thinking that was at work. As long as he paused his thinking, the predicament in front of him would be solved by itself.

With this in mind, Xuanming practiced the "Secret of Purity". He had no thoughts, his mind was not distracted, he forgot about himself and the world, and the whole world seemed silent.

Click~!
The sound of broken glass was heard, the wind in the dream world stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the body of the Three Thousand Old Taoist priests cracked and shattered to the ground.

Hearing the voice, Xuanming opened his eyes and witnessed the scene with his own eyes. He felt neither sad nor happy, and his heart was calm.

Dreamy mist appeared in the three thousand mirrors, and the charming voice sounded again: "Old Taoist, you have some skills, but it is not easy to break my three thousand dreams. Once I capture you, I will slowly taste your soul."

The dreamy mist formed a human face with blurred features. He sniffed it hard and said intoxicatedly, "This sweet soul fragrance really makes this god unable to stop. I never thought that you, with just a golden elixir, could build a superior foundation. After eating you, this god will be able to cross that threshold, achieve the training god, and become the true master of dreams."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dream mist disappeared, and the three thousand mirrors were once again covered with Epiphyllums, white as snow, and translucent. The Epiphyllums merged into a thousand-foot-long dream Epiphyllum, which then gave birth to a thousand-foot-long dream mirror, on the surface of which was engraved ancient seal characters with the word "nightmare" written on them.

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Looking at the Nightmare Mirror, Xuan Ming suddenly felt a little dizzy, but he was not an ordinary golden elixir, nor was he comparable to those who possessed a superior Taoist foundation. His spiritual perception was no less powerful than that of a dream demon who was on the threshold of spiritual training. He was in a trance for a moment, and then awake in an instant.

Gazing at the mirror flowers in front of him and feeling the growing drowsiness, Xuanming thought of the Moon in the Well in Cangyue County.

Dreams are related to spiritual perception, and are between reality and nothingness. The dream demon can create dreams, and he can also control dreams with dreams.

Of course, Xuanming never thought of using his own weakness to attack the enemy's strength. As long as the dream could pause for a moment, he would have the opportunity to find the flaw and break out of the dream.

He flipped his palm to take out the full moon stone and injected magic power into it. The moon stone rose into the air and under Xuanming's control turned into a thousand-foot-long moon in the water. The moon in the water was bright, hazy, illusory, beautiful and quiet.

The mirror flower projected the water moon, and the water moon also reflected the mirror flower. The two forces of nothingness collided. Although the mirror flower suppressed the water moon in an instant, it also stagnated slightly. Xuanming seized the opportunity, suddenly opened his eyes, waved his sleeves and swung the sword.

The two-foot peach wood sword suddenly grew a thousand feet long. With one sword drop, the Eight Trigrams transformed into the Four Symbols. The sword created wind and thunder. The power of the Four Symbols suppressed the dream and delayed this stagnation. Wind and thunder raged, and the peach wood sword flew out and chopped down with the sword light.

The entire dream was cut in two like a piece of cloth, the nightmare mirror shattered, the white epiphyllum withered, Xuanming raised his hand, took back the moonstone, and then held the peach wood sword and used his magical powers.

"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, hurry up as the law commands!"

He stepped on the Tiangang, holding the sword and moving, and with a command, his words were as loud as thunder. The cracked dream world was turbulent, dark clouds pressed down on the city, lightning danced like silver snakes, thunder dragons roared, and heavy rain fell in an instant. Every drop of rain was a sword energy and a sword intention. The dream world was shrouded in a continuous rain curtain, and it was even more fragmented.

The dream demon had nowhere to hide and was submerged in the rain. It suffered severe damage and let out miserably screams. It was forced to reveal its true form and turned into a translucent dream cereus.

But dreams are illusory. There is a force of nothingness lingering on Meng Epiphyllum's body, and it is protected by the embryonic form of the Dao Realm. Xuanming can only injure the dream monster but not kill it for the time being. He makes a prompt decision, takes off the magic gourd from his waist and opens the gourd.

He pinched his fingers and made a gesture, and a suction force suddenly emerged, which took the Dream Epiphyllum into the spirit gourd. Although the spirit gourd had transformed into a spiritual weapon after nearly three months of refining, the dream demon had seen the threshold of spiritual practice after all, so Xuanming did not dare to take it lightly.

He bit his fingertip, and used his blood as ink to draw the character "Ming" and the Tai Chi diagram on the spirit gourd, imposing heavy and powerful seals until the spirit gourd stopped shaking and returned to calm. Only then did Xuanming stop.

The sound of running water reached his ears, the night wind blew, the fragrance of grass and trees filled his nose, he opened his sleepy eyes, woke up from his dream, looked at the hot river flowing slowly in front of him, smelled the fragrance of flowers, and sighed in his heart. He seldom dreams, but he didn't expect that when he finally did have a dream, the dream demon took advantage of it.

Gazing at the rising dawn in the east, Xuanming lost all sleepiness, undressed, jumped into the Rehe River and took a relaxing hot bath. After he tidied himself, he sat cross-legged on the spot, breathing in the purple air of the morning sun.

Half an hour later, Xuanming looked at Rehe in surprise and found that the efficiency of collecting the morning sun purple energy by the river was much higher than usual. He calculated with his fingers but couldn't figure out the reason, but he was not disappointed. Some things are fun because they are unknown. Otherwise, it would be too boring.

What's more, the dream demon might know some of the information.

Standing up, leading the donkey and walking the bird, Xuanming continued on his way. When passing by a village, he stayed overnight to experience the rural customs and people; when there was no village, he slept in the wilderness to get close to nature. He once lit a faint yellow candle and saw the starry sky.

The four seasons in Tianhe County are not distinct. Half of the year is in severe winter with cold winds, and the other half is as warm as spring. This polarized scene is closely related to the characteristics of the rivers in the region. If it is a glacier, it will be covered in silver, and if it is a Rehe river, it will be warm and cozy.

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Xuanming Guandao also traveled on the road, passing through cities and counties. He stayed for several days in each place to experience the unique culture of the county. Every time he saw a special scenery, he stayed for a day to appreciate it carefully.

I have eaten frozen fish, tried hot pot, soaked in hot springs, and watched temple fairs in various counties to worship river gods. The main activities in Binghe are ice skating and praying for blessings, while the main activities in Rehe are diving and swimming, and each county has its own characteristics.

He walked and stopped, taking in the sights and feelings. In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed. In addition to traveling, Xuanming would occasionally interrogate the dream demon and learn a lot of information from it.

Her name is Mengpo. She has been in existence for more than 800 years and is in charge of Rehe in Tianhe County. Wherever Rehe goes, her power radiates. Even the river god cannot detect her existence.

Hundreds of hot springs end at Chiyao Mountain in the north of Tianhe County. It is a thousand-foot volcano, majestic and steep, with beautiful scenery. There are hundreds of hot springs, and each spring is a hot spring.

Through Mengpo, Xuanming would often harvest various yang spiritual objects when he traveled around Rehe. The spiritual plants, spiritual beads, spiritual stones, etc. looked strange and varied in quality. He did not take them all away, but selected the best ones, and would also leave the roots to avoid fishing in a dry pond. When walking on the glacier, he would occasionally harvest some yin spiritual objects.

However, these are just external things. What really gratified him was that through his magical power of exorcising spirits, Xuanming controlled Mengpo in half a month. After the latter accepted her fate, she did not dare to hide anything when faced with questioning. He thus learned a lot about the principles and secrets of the way of dreams. If Mengpo's injuries had not yet healed, Xuanming would have pulled her aside to discuss the way.

Even so, his knowledge and understanding of the way of dreams has been deepening day by day. With his outstanding comprehension, the blessing of Huangting Qi and a bird's-eye view, he has already gained a glimpse of the way of dreams. If he continues in this way, Xuanming is expected to create the magical power of marrying dreams among the seventy-two earthly evil spirits, the Yellow Millet Dream, weaving dreams, and even influencing reality.

He had high hopes for this magical power.

One and a half months after entering Tianhe County, Xuanming arrived at Heyan County.

(End of this chapter)