With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 426 Attaining the Dao through External Things, Breaking Through Illusions, Proving Truth, and Achieving Longevity and Peace!

In his dream, Lü Dongbin studied diligently for ten years and became the top scholar in the imperial examination.

He returned to his previous school, spending five years preparing for the high school entrance exam and three years taking mock exams, ultimately gaining admission to Peking University.
Riding high on his success, Lü Dongbin married the daughter of the prime minister and rose to the position of Grand Tutor within ten years. However, on his birthday, he was framed and his entire family was executed.

When the blade fell on the execution ground
In his dream, Meng Chuan also experienced the ups and downs of life. After graduating from Peking University, he joined a top investment bank and became its youngest partner within three years. However, right after his wedding, he encountered the financial crisis, losing almost all his assets overnight, and his wife absconded with the money.

When he stood on the edge of the rooftop.
Lu Dongbin suddenly woke up, coughing with rice grains still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Meng Chuan also missed a step and fell back into the woodshed.

"Dreams long or short?"

Han Zhongli chuckled lightly, fanning himself.

Lü Dongbin stared at the still-warm millet in the bowl, his voice trembling:

"Ten years of glory cannot compare to a moment of cooking a meal?"

"Isn't worldly fame just like that? Do you seek fine clothes and sumptuous food, or a moment of carefree ease?"

Lü Dongbin sat there blankly for a long time, then suddenly threw the list aside and bowed deeply.

"This disciple is willing to follow the Daoist Master in the pursuit of the Dao!"

Meanwhile, Meng Chuan was also facing a test of his will.

From birth to death, he was like an observer, unable to determine the course of the story.

Ten years have passed like a dream, leaving him in a daze, and even his martial arts will is wavering.

It wasn't just the unwillingness of his final leap from the rooftop that hindered him, but also the pain of the endless sea of ​​math problems.

In Meng Chuan's view, this is even more difficult than comprehending the principles of martial arts.
Now, in this small woodshed.

The "list" that Lü Dongbin had lost also ended up in his hands.

A surge of emotion welled up in Meng Chuan's heart.

Han Zhongli's voice resounded like a great bell:
"A gentle breeze from beneath the fan urges the crane to take flight, a divine aura from within pierces the rainbow, casting aside worldly dust with a three-foot sword, I tread the clouds and soar straight to the ninth heaven!"

Meng Chuan felt a shiver run through his body as if an electric shock had struck him.

He wanted to be like Lü Dongbin, bowing and paying homage to Han Zhongli!
At that very moment, his Dao heart, hidden deep within his primordial spirit, was thumping wildly!
Dao Xin has once again rendered a great service; it is telling Meng Chuan, "Wake up, you son of a bitch!"
My mind cleared instantly, and my knees straightened just before they hit the ground.

His spine bulged like a dragon, forcefully transforming from the kneeling posture he was about to assume into a martial arts standing starting stance.

Repeating these words silently in my mind is also a way of reminding myself:

"Incense is a means to achieve divinity, but what I want is not to kneel and worship to become an immortal."

He almost got caught up in the illusion just now.

"I was born with the ability to cultivate martial arts and become an immortal. What I seek is to ascend to godhood through martial arts and even surpass the gods!"

As the last trace of confusion shattered, Meng Chuan saw the martial arts universe within his body quietly radiating new vitality.

The six orifices are located high in the sky, and are even larger and brighter than before.

The star trails, spreading like a spider web, are also more solid and stable.

The ground below was still pitch black.

But one can also sense that life is being nurtured here, just like the birth of new life in the world after a flood and a volcanic eruption.

These are precisely the internal manifestations of the sublimation of martial arts will.

Sensation was withdrawn from his body, and Meng Chuan immediately communicated with his mental image, unleashing a punch that sent flames raging across the sky.

The list in my hand, along with the entire woodshed, will be burned to ashes!
Since Lü Dongbin disappeared, Han Zhongli, who had been calm all along, suddenly smiled.

Han Zhongli's fan was also ignited by the flames, and laughter came from within the fire:

"good!"

He saw in Meng Chuan's martial arts will the opportunity to [master martial arts and attain divine enlightenment]!
Meng Chuan was able to awaken to the truth precisely because he broke through his own delusions and proved the truth!

After the firelight died down, Meng Chuan calmed himself down and returned to the Zhengyang Cave, where stalactites and pearls hung from the rocks.

Han Zhongli smiled faintly, and with a flick of his sleeve, the sun and moon changed.

He led Meng Chuan to the edge of the cliff.

His robes fluttered gently in the mountain breeze, and as he raised his hand, it seemed as if rosy clouds were swirling around his fingertips.
"As for me, I have no great magical power or supernatural abilities. I am nothing more than a wisp of incense that is neither real nor fake."

Martial arts are flourishing in this era, young friend. I hope you will always remember the unwavering will in your heart.

Meng Chuan suddenly realized that everything he had just experienced was a dream within a dream.

He then realized that he had passed the "true test" of Master Zhengyang.

A mountain breeze caressed his face, and a sudden realization dawned on him:
"It turns out that the dream of wealth and power and the burning of the notice board in the woodshed were both illusions within illusions."
Master Zhengyang used incense as a catalyst to test whether I could sever my attachment to attaining enlightenment through external things.

The inner world has been revitalized and the martial arts sky has been solidified, all because I have not lost my way to shortcuts, but instead my will has become even stronger.

Because the true "Tao" has always resided only in the techniques of fists and feet.

At the same time, he also received enlightenment when his Dao heart was disturbed.

His understanding of the Dao Heart Demon Seed Divine Art also suddenly reached a new level.

"The demonic nature controlled by the Dao heart is not simply those nine extreme negative emotions."

The "shortcut to immortality" I experienced in the woodshed today, including obsessions, delusions, and wishful thinking, are all demonic.

The Dao Heart manifests itself on my path of martial arts, and is also the concrete embodiment of the martial arts will.

That moment of trembling was also my martial will awakening me to break through illusions and prove the truth.” Meng Chuan didn’t know if his guess was right or wrong, but in any case, this was the most suitable “Dharma Heart Seed” for him, a path of cultivation that belonged only to him.

He also understood what Principal Sui had said earlier:
Different people practicing the same divine skill will have unique deduction processes, just like the cultivation of martial will. Furthermore, the subsequent deduction of the divine skill is also a continuation of one's own martial principles.

By grasping the essence of the concept, one can independently deduce and advance to higher levels of masterful skills; however, merely imitating the paths of predecessors and blindly copying their techniques will only lead to stagnation, forever trapping one at their current level without any further progress!

In short, it means "Those who learn from me will live, those who imitate me will die."

This was something Principal Sui mentioned last time when he was teaching him fire-attribute divine skills later.

He probably never expected that Meng Chuan, at this mere second level of cultivation, would be able to glean this insight from a mere dream.
In the Dharma realm, the morning mist over Zhongnan Mountain has not yet dissipated.

Han Zhongli made a grabbing motion in the air, and Meng Chuan felt as if he had been tapped on the head.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from behind:
"God back."

Meng Chuan focused his gaze back and saw that the other party was "clenching his teeth and concentrating his mind," and dewdrops fell from between his teeth, each sound clear and melodious like jade striking each other.

"The tongue stirs the Jade Pool, and saliva flows like a spring."

The Han bell rolls from the throat, its sound of swallowing saliva resonating with the sound of the pine trees.

Meng Chuanfang suddenly felt a warm sensation gradually rising within his body.

Then, he twisted his wrist in a "shaking the heavenly pillar" motion, his neck joints cracking softly, and clouds gathered and dispersed on Han Zhongli's shoulders.
After completing the set of movements, Han Zhongli turned around and touched Meng Chuan's brow with the tip of his fan:
"The form moves with the will, and the will follows the movement of qi; this is the path to longevity."

The last bit of incense and divine power was poured into Meng Chuan's mind under this point.

A fan-shaped mark suddenly appeared in his mind.

The gentle touch felt like a Taoist priest singing a low, somber tune, like a mountain breeze sweeping through ancient pines.
"Clap your teeth three times and saliva will be produced."

Concentrate your mind on a single point and let your Qi return to its origin.

I can reach out and invite the moon from the horizon.
Possessing the body allows one to grasp the earth's veins and springs.

If you ask about the true meaning behind this...
"A mind free from all attachments is the true immortal."

The sound gradually faded until all was silent.

Meng Chuan knew clearly that Han Zhongli was using his last bit of incense power.

Just like Principal Sui had taught him the [Boiling Flame] technique, it left him with a martial arts imprint.

Before his vision blurred, he bowed deeply to the fading phantom on the horizon.

Han Zhongli's body transformed into a rainbow and disappeared into the world.

Although he does not worship gods, this bow at this moment is a sincere expression of respect for the immortals and gods who impart their teachings, and a way of thanking the patriarch for his guidance.

I'll say no more. When I attain divine enlightenment, I'll save them all!
Meng Chuan secretly made grand promises to Han Zhongli.
Meng Chuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear.

Wu Yang Daojun, who was standing to the side, quickly asked:

"Young friend, how are you feeling?"

Meng Chuanxian expressed his gratitude to Daoist Wuyang for granting him this opportunity.

Without the opponent's unknown method of exerting force just now, he probably wouldn't have been able to step into the Dharma Realm Illusion of Ancestor Zhengyang.

Wu Yang waved his hand and said:
"It's nothing. The fact that the Patriarch sought you out is your good fortune. I'd like to ask if He is well now?"

At this point, Wu Yang was actually already prepared.

The patriarch has not "manifested his power" for a long time, but now he is appearing in Meng Chuan. Isn't this a way of "entrusting his affairs after death"?
Meng Chuan fell silent for the first time. After a moment, he told Wu Yang Daojun everything that had happened in the Illusionary Realm of the Dharma.

Han Zhongli was the Taoist patriarch to whom he had devoted his life. Even without revealing his own secrets, Meng Chuan still wanted the other party to know everything.

I heard that Meng Chuan had taught Zhongli of Han, and the songs were imprinted in my mind.

Wu Yang nodded and said:
"This is the [Longevity and Happiness Method], also known as the Eight-Section Brocade Guiding Method of Patriarch Zhongli. It is a highly advanced Qi-refining method of our Quanzhen Taoist School, and it is also a closely guarded secret."

Since Master Zhengyang has passed on the teachings to you through the power of incense offerings, you should boldly learn them. He will also tell you about their effects, so I will not overstep my bounds.

As for the origin of this method, it can be traced back to before the establishment of the Eight Immortals Temple. At that time, this area was still called the "Thunder God Temple".

At that time, some people saw eight strange people feasting here.

One of them got very drunk, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, singing folk songs and practicing martial arts. Other strange people also did things that were different from ordinary people.

As the story spread, the Wanshou Baxian Palace was built to worship him.

Later, ancient Qi cultivators, based on folk songs and records, created the ancient Qi cultivation method called "Anle Song Guiding Formula," which is the predecessor of the Longevity and Peace Method.

Limited by the times, the palace later suffered another calamity, with the palace and temples being destroyed.

Finally, six hundred years ago, it was revived by local gentry and commoners in Chang'an who raised funds, and invited the famous Quanzhen Taoist Ren Tianran to be its first abbot.

To avoid attracting unwanted attention, the small temple was converted into a Quanzhen Taoist temple and renamed Baxian Temple.

The subsequent establishment of the Eight Immortals' incense lineage and the final refinement of the Anle Song were all spearheaded by Master Ren, who was also the first abbot to revitalize our temple.”

The more he spoke, the softer Wu Yang Dao Jun's voice became.

Thinking of myself and then thinking of Ren Zhenren
Ugh.
Meng Chuan noticed his thoughts and comforted him:

"Daoist Lord, this is the fault of the times, not yours."

He continued, saying that Master Zhengyang disappeared in the sky and finally transformed into a rainbow and departed.

Wu Yang's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened for a moment, then lowered again.

A tear, unable to be held back, slowly slid down the lines of my face.
(End of this chapter)