With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 425 The Eight Immortals in the Dark, the Five Bright Fans, and a Dream of Yellow Millet!
He quickly straightened his Taoist robe, cupped his hands, and said:

"It's Master Meng. Daojun is giving a lecture at Master Qiu's [Martial Arts Hall]. I'll tell him a few things. Please wait a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed abruptly.

It was a voice transmission from the Daoist Master that came to mind:

"Have him come to his office in the west wing."

Inside the west courtyard, in the abbot's office.

Following the directions of the gatekeeper, Meng Chuan arrived at this place.

As soon as he stepped into the building, he felt a faint warmth in the air, and even his body became warm.

He stood at the entrance, feeling a bit like Principal Yin's "Fire Dragon Cave" back then.

Gently knock on the door:

"This junior, Meng Chuan, has come to pay his respects to Daoist Wuyang."

"Young friend, please come in."

The sound arises in the mind; this is a form of mental communication.

Principal Sui also used it; it was very clever and beyond the grasp of someone with limited abilities.

The door opened automatically, and Meng Chuan walked in, glancing at the scene inside the office.

The old wooden table, the yellowed scriptures, and the faded "Eight Immortals" pattern on the beams and pillars, leaving only faint engravings.

If Meng Chuan hadn't had such sharp eyesight, others might not have noticed.

The "Hidden Eight Immortals" refers to the magical artifacts held by the Eight Immortals in mythology, which also serves as a veiled indication of their existence.

Even such a hidden item cannot exist in the Heavenly King's room, which is enough to show the strictness of the Wuci reform.

"Greetings, Daoist Wuyang."

Meng Chuan bowed to the old man at the table, performing a martial salute.

At first glance, Daoist Wuyang's face was like ancient jade with a patina, and his silvery-white eyebrows were exceptionally long, almost connecting with the white hair at his temples.

Overall, he looked like an old Taoist priest with a sallow complexion.

He was even more Taoist than Qi Daoren, perfectly fitting Meng Chuan's "stereotype" of a Taoist master.

"Sit down first."

With a wave of his hand, the old wood by the window seemed to spring back to life.

A branch reached into the house and was woven into a rattan chair.

"Daoist Master, I'm almost a ton heavier now."

Meng Chuan is now incredibly heavy, both in terms of bone density and muscle mass.

Even if it's compressed by 20%, the rest is still concentrated essence, so you won't lose much weight.

"Please sit down."

Meng Chuan did as instructed, and the rattan chair creaked as if complaining about Wu Yang.
"Sit still and don't move around. This old cypress is much older than me. Don't put any more pressure on it."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan said awkwardly:

"Maybe I should stand."

As soon as Meng Chuan finished speaking, the rattan chair wove a dense net around his waist, preventing him from getting up.

It's like saying, "Who do you think you are?"

He was astonished; this ancient tree was so full of spirit.

I've really broadened my horizons on this trip, even before leaving Yong'an.

Wu Yang smiled and said:
"Haha, it seems Old Song is going to argue with you. Just sit tight."

Meng Chuan respectfully accepted the order; since the Heavenly King had said so, he completely relaxed in the rattan chair.

Wu Yang said solemnly:
"I would like to thank you, young friend, for removing the poison from Lu Zu in Fucheng, which can be considered as protecting Lu Zu's reputation."

"Young friend, please feel free to ask if you need anything."

Meng Chuan could see that Daoist Wuyang held the Eight Immortals, including Lu Zu, in the highest esteem and respect.

Even though the Baxian Temple has now completed its transformation into a martial arts shrine, this remains the case.

This is probably the manifestation of "the Way is in one's heart".

"Daojun, my trip is not for the reward, and the relevant compensation has already been paid by the state."

Meng Chuan continued, clasping his hands in a fist salute:
"However, there is still one thing I don't understand. Yesterday, when I was practicing the art of observing qi at home, I sensed something..."

He told the other party about the unexpected event that happened during his meditation last night, and at the end, he mentioned in a particularly euphemistic way that he suspected it was something like "the spirit of Lu Zu".
He dared not speak openly about remnant souls or divided souls.

Fearing that the devout Taoist priest Wu Yang might slap him to death.
Wu Yang's two silver eyebrows furrowed together. After thinking for a moment, he hesitated and said:
"You've also practiced Qi cultivation techniques using the Qi observation skill?"

"Could you demonstrate it for me?"

Meng Chuan practiced once, and the rattan chair beneath him seemed to sway rhythmically with his breathing, its branches stretching out in unison.

As the cultivation reached its end, that familiar feeling resurfaced once more.

"coming."

His expression shifted, and he saw Daoist Wuyang raise his silver eyebrows sharply, his withered hand lifting up into the air, creating a wisp of pure mist.

The pure energy surged and flowed, gradually solidifying in the opponent's hand.

The veins, resembling banana leaves, gradually become clear, and the delicate air outlines and condenses into the shape of a fan.

Finally, a line of small characters appeared at the end of the fan handle: 【True Lord Zhengyang, Enlightened and Transmitting the Dao】!
"Master Zhengyang!"

Wu Yang's heart skipped a beat!
Unexpectedly, it was this ancestral master who appeared to help him. Why would he seek out this young man?
Seeing the puzzled look on Meng Chuan's face, he picked up his small fan and explained:

"This is the Five Bright Fan, a treasure of Patriarch Zhongli. However, it is not as mysterious as you just described. It is still a manifestation of the power of incense and divine offerings."

Meng Chuan nodded to indicate that he understood.

Just like a wisp of Brahma's original soul, it was a manifestation of incense offerings.

But why would the immortal Han Zhongli seek me out?

Does the fact that the opponent can send out a fragment of their soul mean that they have not yet been completely corrupted by the demon?
Like Brahma at that time, is he in dire straits?
Is it because you want to be saved by yourself?
But the old Taoist priest sitting opposite him was not only a follower of His, but also more powerful than thousands of himself.

Why not look for him?
He inquired about the speculation that Master Zhengyang was on his deathbed.

Wu Yang also frowned, wondering what the patriarch intended to do by appearing in spirit.

"And the object of the miracle was this little guy."

With this thought in mind, he calmed himself and decided to grant Meng Chuan a "fortune".

The Master Zhengyang approached the other party, not himself.

Clearly, this opportunity had nothing to do with him. Even if he forced his way in, he would likely be disliked by the patriarch.

They wanted to know what the patriarch wanted to do, what decrees he would pass down, or whether he was entrusting his son to someone else.

Once we send this kid in, we'll know everything.

With a thought, a box appeared out of nowhere.

Its color is antique and its shape resembles a large urn.

Meng Chuan looked closely and saw that it was exactly the same as the box containing the core inheritance of the Great Brahma that he had received before.

With a wave of his hand, Wu Yang caused the box to open in a gentle breeze.

Aside from an antique-style banana leaf fan, there was also a purple pill about the size of an egg, shimmering with gold dust.

Meng Chuan knew what the former was.

Like that consciousness just now, a solidified, aged, and enlarged version.

Shaped like the magical implements of the Eight Immortals of the Han Dynasty, Zhongli, it is called the "Five Bright Fan".

Regarding the latter, Wu Yang offered the following advice:
"This is the Purple Gold Pill of Patriarch Zhengyang. It was originally placed in the Hall of Eight Immortals. After being tempered and refined by incense for a thousand years, it represents the concept of 'harmony of Yin and Yang and cultivation of both body and mind'."

Meng Chuan took the Purple Gold Pill and examined it in his hand.

He didn't see anything strange about it.
He knew what the harmony of Yin and Yang and the cultivation of both body and mind meant.

The former speaks of the unity of opposites in things.

For example, the body and mind should be kept warm or cold, like harmonizing water and fire to make them blend together;
The latter emphasizes cultivating one's mind to achieve inner peace and exercising one's body to achieve physical strength, thus achieving a harmonious state by balancing both.

What does this have to do with the purple pill in his hand? Meng Chuan's knowledge of Taoism was insufficient, and he couldn't figure it out.

As Wu Yang sat there, his aura gradually rose, leaving Meng Chuan somewhat at a loss.

“Master Zhengyang wants to see you. I will use this incense and five-fold fan as a guide to send you inside.”

Just like discovering a temple, one can also receive a blessing from the ancestral master.

"I hope that after you emerge, young friend, you can inform this old Taoist about the current situation of His Ancestor."

Before Meng Chuan could reply, he finished speaking.

A burst of crimson-gold light erupted from the tip of his right finger and touched the illusory image of the Five Bright Fan in the palm of his left hand.

The entire room fell into absolute silence.

Even the branches of the cypress tree, which had withered in the cold of winter, were frozen in mid-air, motionless.

Before Meng Chuan could speak, the surroundings began to change.

In his perception, the world seemed to be manipulated by the Five-Finger Fan, and a sense of "illusion" filled his eyes.

A faint aura of "Taoist charm" spread, and in an instant, the world turned upside down.

His will and spirit combine to form "intention," as if traversing time and space.

He vaguely heard Daoist Wuyang's deep contemplation:

"Borrowing the power of heaven and earth!"

As the echo faded, after a not-too-long wait, Meng Chuan slowly opened his eyes.

He looked up at the plaque—【Zhengyang Cave】.

Meng Chuan's expression turned serious, and he immediately knew where Daoist Wuyang had sent him.

"This place, like the one where he met Brahma, should be the Dharma realm of Patriarch Han Zhongli."

The scene before me looks far less impressive than the Great Brahma Realm.

Back then, Brahma reversed the galaxy with a single move, appearing as the master of the universe; he was truly awe-inspiring.

However, this has nothing to do with the amount of incense power they possess.

Rather, it is a manifestation of different doctrines within the two sects.

Meng Chuan guessed that the Taoist sect gave him the impression of emphasizing introspective cultivation.

Therefore, it is not a grand display within the realm of mind and Dharma.

Simply put, the Buddhist sect, represented by Brahma, might be more prone to showing off.
The Dharma realm is similar to the world of imagery, which he had visited before, so he quickly adjusted.

Stopping his wild thoughts, Meng Chuan straightened his face and stepped into the cave.

A Taoist priest leaned against the rock wall. He was dressed in a coarse Taoist robe, with his chest and belly exposed. He had a round face, large ears, and a thick beard like needles.

He squinted and smiled as he looked at Meng Chuan at the cave entrance, exuding a blend of naivety and otherworldly grace.

"Master Zhengyang"

Meng Chuan was initially a little nervous, but seeing the smile on the Taoist's face, he immediately calmed down.

The patriarch was ruthless and taciturn, and he didn't mince words; he spoke directly:

"Young friend, please enter my dream to take a look."

Each deity has their own methods and focuses on different aspects.

Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals, is said to have been a disciple of Emperor Donghua, Wang Xuanfu.

He possessed profound Taoist skills and was vaguely regarded as the leader of the Eight Immortals.

He once used the "Yellow Millet Dream" to enlighten two other members of the Eight Immortals, Lü Dongbin and Cao Guojiu.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan saw that the Five Bright Fan in the hand of the Patriarch Zhengyang was gently waving, and ripples appeared on the stone wall inside the cave.

His heart pounded, and his mind drifted into a dream.

In his youth, Lü Dongbin was not yet known as "Ancestor".

His blue robe was still covered in dust, and his sword-like eyebrows were furrowed with worry for fame and fortune.

His eyes still held the sharp edge of youth, yet concealed a bewildered and persistent yearning for worldly glory.

Crackle
The sound of firewood crackling in the kitchen could be heard intermittently. Lü Dongbin picked up a small bowl of rice and put it down again, unable to eat any more.

Han Zhongli said:

"Let's eat something hot first, then talk about fame and fortune."

Lü Dongbin, clutching the list of successful candidates in the provincial examination, frowned upon hearing this:

"Master Daoist, I wonder if my journey to Chang'an will be successful?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyelids became so heavy that he could not lift them, and he felt drowsy.

At the same time, Meng Chuan, who was observing from the sidelines, was the same.

Then, they were plunged into a pipe dream.

(End of this chapter)