The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 232: The Peaceful Past, a Dream

Tongtian Mountains, Guimeng City.

Xuanming wakes up in the Snail House Inn.

After accepting the little dream tapir named Menggu as his registered disciple, he did not have a long talk with the leader of the dream tapir tribe.

Walking to the window and looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, Xuanming's thoughts were in turmoil. He never thought that the dream lady from Tianhe County in the past had been reincarnated as a princess of the Mengmo tribe.

She deserves to be his disciple.

After thinking for a moment, he turned over and lay on the bed, continuing to sleep on his side, but this time he did not fall asleep.

The great battle formation in the city could no longer affect him in the slightest.

The next morning, the cock demon crowed.

Xuanming stood up and sat cross-legged on the eaves.

The scene was spectacular as a large amount of purple morning sun air was being drawn down in different sizes and thicknesses.

Xuanming was the most exaggerated. His whole body was shrouded in purple sunlight, like a big sun.

Fortunately, he had set up restrictions in advance to cover it up, otherwise, it would have certainly caused an uproar in the city.

After half an hour, the practice is over.

After eating the grass food specially prepared by the inn, Xuanming separated from the three little ones and went wandering around.

Experiencing the customs and culture of Guimeng City and tasting its special food, the entire city opened Xuanming's eyes.

I feel that there is a bit of a harmonious society here, with hundreds of ethnic groups coexisting together. Although there are minor conflicts, it is generally prosperous.

The more he walked around, the more comfortable he felt, and the clearer his mind became.

I have a feeling that perhaps my original intention was to build a world where all races can live in harmony.

But he soon woke up.

This is just an illusion.

I was just blinded by the beautiful scene before my eyes. The vision of all ethnic groups showing their strengths and seeking common ground while reserving differences is very ambitious, and the scene of all kinds of creatures competing for freedom in the frosty sky is also very tempting.

If possible, he is willing to provide support.

But this is not the truest side of my heart, nor is it what I desire most in the depths of my heart.

There is a difference between original intention and ambition.

After a day of strolling, although Xuanming did not regain his original intention, he broke through the barriers in his heart, his Tao heart became clearer, and he was closer to his original intention.

The practice of Tao has the appearance of the beginning of time.

The heart of Tao has the meaning of the beginning of time.

It’s not a big improvement, but it’s a small gain.

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In the evening, return to Snail House Inn.

Xuanming gave the three little ones some pointers on their cultivation, and then went out to appreciate the night view and night market of Guimeng City.

He returned an hour later, read some Taoist scriptures for a while, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Half asleep and half awake, a pink little dream tapir appeared, flying around Xuanming, rubbing its head against his trouser legs, licking the palm of Xuanming's hand, barking happily a few times, running forward a few steps, turning its head and humming a few times, signaling its master to follow.

Shaking his head and laughing, Xuanming stood up, his soul left his body, and followed his little disciple to travel in the void, wandering between reality and illusion.

For half a cup of tea, they stopped in front of a bubble.

The little dream tapir looked back and called out a few times, then took a step with its short legs and dived into the bubble of fantasy.

Xuanming didn't stop and walked forward.

This bubble did not hinder him, and he easily entered it. All he saw was a sky full of stars.

These stars are made up of colorful spheres, which represent the dreams of living beings, floating everywhere.

Densely packed and countless.

Dream tapirs of all sizes shuttled around, some were using dreams as balls, some were inhaling dreams with their noses, and some were curiously hiding behind a big dream ball, secretly observing Xuanming.

There are also some transformed dream tapirs shuttling back and forth, decorating the world or carrying dream balls.

A nightmare tapir walked up to Xuanming and transformed into a young man with red lips and white teeth, dressed in light gauze. He had a tall figure, delicate features, and attractive thin muscles. He held an emerald revolving lantern in his hand.

"I, the elder Meng Ying of the Mengmo tribe, have been ordered to lead the way for Daoist Xuanming. Please!"

Xuanming returned the greeting and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Meng Ying smiled slightly and walked forward with Xuan Ming.

The little dream tapir took the lead and ran in front.

Continuing to walk further in, Xuanming saw a vast ocean of colorful colors, which was entirely made up of dreams.

Every drop of water is a dream.

Different dreams have different colors.

“Fellow Daoist, this is the Flowing Light Sea.

Mengyu Liuguang is the magical power that made our ancestors famous. Before our ancestors passed away, they established this Liuguang Sea..." Meng Ying introduced, and Xuanming listened.

Gradually get to know this sea of light.

What you see in dreams is green, what you think in dreams is red, what you desire in dreams is yellow. These three colors are the basic colors of the flowing sea.

The three-color dream gave rise to more dreams and colors.

Spring dreams are pink, dreams of wealth are gold, nightmares are black, dreams of prosperity are purple, dreams of lovesickness are light red, and dreams of hatred are gray.

The Flowing Light Sea connects most of the Great Xuan territory. There are many whirlpools in the sea, and each whirlpool represents a place. Every night, a large number of light balls float out, which are newly collected dreams.

Going further in, there is a black island standing above the sea of light. Many dream tapirs are busy collecting the consumed dream balls, crushing them into powder, and scattering them into the sea of light, which is then transmitted back through the vortex.

These powders nourish the spirit of the living being.

Makes sleepers feel more energetic after waking up.

It is the dream tapir tribe’s gift to all living beings.

Xuanming greatly appreciated this approach. A win-win situation is better than a one-sided demand, and only two-way efforts can lead to long-term success.

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"Daoyou, we're here."

Meng Ying stopped.

Xuanming then stopped.

The little dream tapir jumped up and down, called out to the man and the demon behind him, and pink fluorescence appeared under his feet. He ran towards the ancient well upside down in the sky.

At the bottom of the ancient well, Xuanming looked up and saw the scene of all living beings sleeping soundly in the suspended well water.

Stepping up, he passed through the well.

After a dizzying moment, Xuanming appeared in the sea of flowing light again, looking no different from before.

It was as if what happened just now was just an illusion.

But when his mind moved slightly, he found something different.

There is an ancient well above my head, but the color of this well has changed. If the well mouth was light black before, it is light white now.

"Transformation between reality and illusion? Or is it the interaction between yin and yang?"

Xuanming muttered to himself and suddenly found it interesting.

Following Little Mengmo and Mengying, he continued to move forward. Whenever he didn’t understand something, he would ask and his confusion would be quickly answered.

This is daydreaming.

It contains daydreams.

The patriarch moved his residence to this dreamland after the Three Flowers Gathered at the Top of the Head.

Not long after walking forward, a dream cereus came into view. The flower bloomed and the petals opened, and an exquisite courtyard came into view.

A huge millet plant a hundred feet tall grew in the small courtyard.

Chief Mengtan is already waiting.

Meng Ying bowed respectfully, completed the task, said goodbye and left, and the little Meng Tapir ran happily towards his mother.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanming's arrival in our clan has truly brought honor to our clan."

"Fellow Daoist Meng Tan is too modest. Dreams are magical. This has really broadened my horizons."

Meng Tan walked over slowly and invited Xuan Ming to come in. The latter smiled and nodded, and walked into the courtyard while chatting.

Under the huge millet, the host and the guest took their seats.

Meng Tan raised her hand, and the cup floated in the air. She explained, "I am very grateful that you are willing to accept me as your disciple. I invite you to come here to pay my respects to you as your disciple."

Pick up the teapot, and wisps of tea flow out from the mouth of the pot and fall into the teacup. The water is like light smoke and as dreamy as a dream.

Xuanming took the teacup, took a sip, and the tea flowed into his throat like smoke. It was neither bitter nor sweet, but had a fresh fragrance that made him feel comfortable all over.

“Good tea!”

Hearing the praise, Meng Tan smiled sweetly.

Glancing at the golden corn on her head, she said, "I'm sure you've heard of the story of the Yellow Millet Dream."

Xuanming nodded: "Since the story has been widely circulated between heaven and earth, could it be that the immortal in the story is related to the Dream Tapir Tribe?
Could it be that this plant on the head…"

He looked up at the corn above his head, thoughtfully.

Meng Tan nodded and admitted: "The immortal in the Huangliang dream is indeed our clan's Mengyu ancestor, and the golden millet on his head is indeed the legendary Huangliang."

After taking a sip of tea to moisten her throat, she narrated:
“Two thousand five hundred years ago, Ancestor Meng Yu was nearing the end of her life. In order to seek a breakthrough, she traveled the world, hoping to gain a chance to break free from the shackles and extend her life.

On the way, she met an interesting young man, who had an unparalleled Taoist temperament but had no interest in practicing Taoism. His biggest wish was to become a local rich man, marry a bunch of wives, have a bunch of children, and have many grandchildren around him, and live a happy life.

Even though the ancestor displayed magical powers in front of him and took him in and out of the Blue Underworld, this boy still did not develop a heart for Taoism. He wanted to have a wife and children and a warm bed, so the ancestor developed a love for talent and wanted to establish a good relationship for the Mengmo clan.

So she took out the yellow millet wine and made the young man drunk. He dreamed of three lifetimes, but woke up one night. The young man saw through fame and gain, and his heart for Taoism began to emerge. With his unparalleled Taoist character, he entered the Nanhua Temple and later became a great power, serving as the national teacher of the Dasheng Divine Dynasty.

The story of the Yellow Millet Dream also became famous and spread all over the world. "

(End of this chapter)