The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 292 Marrying Seven Wives
Ba is the ruler of the Upper Ba Kingdom and a deity in dreams. Zhou Yan pondered that although his willpower was firm, it was still insufficient compared to Shen Cangming.

Uncle Shen was half asleep; it's abnormal that he could be completely immune to it.

Moreover, under these circumstances, he single-handedly ventured into a massive formation that encompassed a city of 300,000 people and even pulled over 100,000 of them into his dreams, without even yawning. After much thought, the only explanation is Ba's blessing.

To awaken those who had been pulled into the dream by this massive formation, Zhou Yan could only rely on Ba's power. His own methods, martial arts, and supernatural abilities were almost all techniques for subduing demons and protecting the righteous path; he was not good at using dream manipulation techniques.

I can't exactly slap all these friends awake.

Ba pursed her lips, lowered her head, stood on tiptoe, and suddenly reached out her hand.

Zhou Yan: "Huh?"

Ba didn't answer, but just kept stretching his hand towards Zhou Yan, forcefully making a nasal sound, and said:
"Hmm~"

Zhou Yan then realized what was happening, wiped his palms, and took Ba's hand. In this dream world, Ba could simulate the five senses. Zhou Yan felt that her palms were delicate and slightly cool, cold yet soft.

Only then was Ba satisfied, and he said in a serious tone:
"I need to hold your hand so we can walk here."

"It's not that I want to hold your hand."

"But I need to take you with me!"

Zhou Yan pretended not to understand this stubborn girl from ancient times and nodded: "Then what do we do?"

Ba carefully took Zhou Yan's hand and said, "In short, don't get close to this uncle. His spirit is very strong. People like him will be targeted. He would have been more deeply immersed in the dream, and he held on until here before being completely pulled into the dream. His dream is probably the most dangerous in Langzhong City."

"This dream is derived from the mind and soul."

“They are all your friends. Violently pulling them out of their dreams will damage their mental health. So it’s best to manipulate their dreams, create conflict within their dreams, and then wake them up.”

Ba explained the essence of dreams, saying:

"There's another point that might puzzle most people."

"The more tempered a person is, the deeper they will sink into dreams once they become immersed in them; and the more hardened a person's mind is, the more solid their dreams become. According to legend, there once existed dreams in which all the creatures had their own will."

Zhou Yan said, "It's like a practitioner who adheres strictly to the rules and regulations; once they break the rules, they will sink deeper into depravity. Is this a rebound?"

Ba said, "Hmm, you could think of it that way!"

"In short, Yan, among all your friends, who is the weakest?"

"Their dreams should be easier to resolve."

"Let you practice first."

The weakest are naturally Xu Zhilan and Shen Fei. The dream they are trapped in is [fear], the thing that everyone fears and worries about the most. One dreamed of being sacrificed to the water god, and the other thought of being abandoned in Dongdu.

With Ba's help, Zhou Yan quickly made their dreams disappear.

Shen Fei was the one Zhou Yan led in his dream, along with Li Zhiwei, to escape from danger.

Xu Zhilan then reenacted the scene of him slaying the demon and water god that day, which put her at ease.

Ba stared at the young Taoist priest who was earnestly deciphering the dream, and said:
"One after another."

"And that white fox."

"Yan, how many more good sisters do you have?!"

Zhou Yan felt like he was being tortured. In that instant, the Taoist knew that whatever he said would be met with Ba's 'counterattack'. He knew very well that Ba had been imprisoned for so long, which was why he was afraid of being abandoned.

The young Taoist pondered, and Zhou Yan seemed to have gained some insight.

He said, "No matter what, it's you holding my hand now, it's you accompanying me in my dreams, and it's you who's saving everyone with me, Ba."

The girl's face was flushed red as she kicked Zhou Yan in the shin.
"Glib tongue!"

"Who did you learn that from?!"

Of course, it was the techniques of various online forum debates and online battles among the "good brothers" from his previous life. After pondering for a moment, Zhou Fujun still made a note of Fuxi's little notebook in his mind.

In short, I forgot the beginning and the end.

Let's shift the blame to Fuxi first!

Having successfully rescued the two weakest members, Zhou Yan entered Xuan Zhuzi's dream with Ba this time. He and Pei Xuan Niao were both at the seventh rank, so they were considered weak only relative to their small team.

A seventeen-year-old successor of the Medicine King, a seventh-rank Taoist.

A 21-year-old scion of a prominent family, a seventh-rank general in the Shuofang Army.

These two guys would be considered among the best of the younger generation if they were outside.

The reason for choosing Xuan Zhuzi was that this guy was, after all, a Daoist physician and official, not good at fighting. After entering the sect, there was a medicinal garden full of rare medicinal herbs. Xuan Zhuzi lay among the herbs, surrounded by several beauties.

He rested his head on a young girl's knee and leaned against another voluptuous beauty.

There was also a cool and aloof woman playing the zither.

Another innocent and carefree girl fed him fruit.

Xuan Zhuzi said with high spirits, "Little Yanzi, you must listen to me and watch the alchemy furnace carefully. This batch of medicine can save lives and do great good for the people. We can't let the heat be too low!"

Zhou Yan: "???"

He saw a man named Zhou Yan dressed simply in a Taoist robe in front of the large alchemy furnace. Zhou Yan honestly replied, "Yes, the contemporary Medicine King, the contemporary Wonderful Response True Man, and Grandmaster Uncle Xuanzhuzi."

"To save all living beings and rescue the people, your merits are immeasurable, and you have surpassed your predecessors!"

Xuan Zhuzi laughed loudly: "Hahahaha!"

Zhou Yan: "…………"

Veins bulged on his forehead, and he had won even with his fists clenched.

That brat, while he's out there fighting, he's enjoying himself in his dreams.

Ba couldn't help but laugh out loud, covering his lips with his left hand as he looked at the young Taoist priest with his eyes crinkling and laughter flowing from them. Then he whispered, "Oh, Yan, you must refine the pills well!"

pat!

The young Taoist priest delivered a light but firm chop to Ba's head.

The girl lowered her head, then raised her other hand and grabbed Zhou Yan's hand.

With his head bowed, he smiled, a sly smile that stirred Zhou Yan's heart. He forced his attention away from Ba's smiling face and said, "Anyway, let's go see how to solve this kid's dream."

Ba was somewhat regretful and annoyed.

Clearly, that handsome middle-aged man with black hair and golden vertical pupils had already given her that secret manual, but it seems she still hasn't succeeded; she hasn't been able to win Yan's heart.

Watching Zhou Yan approach the mysterious pearl in his dream.

Ba quietly took out a scroll.

"On Zhou Yan's Complete XP Guide and Various Solution Methods"

"Give Me Thirty Breaths, and I'll Win Over Zhou Yan with Just a Glance" "A Comprehensive Guide to Winning Over Zhou Yan"

All the scrolls have an old-fashioned title followed by cheerful words: "[Your Strongest Support, by Uncle]"

The girl put the books away, clenched her fists, and cheered herself up!

In my dream, it's just me; the advantage is mine, Ba!
Knock him out!
I slept with him!
Go, Ba!
The girl was trying to cheer herself up, while at this moment, Zhou Yan, following Ba's previous explanation and techniques, began to try to manipulate the dream of the Xuanzhu. The dream vanished in an instant, and all the beauties disappeared, as did the medicinal herbs.

"Huh? Miss Ruyan?"

"Where did you all go?!"

The girl in the dream, called Liu Ruyan, held her zither and looked at him coldly: "All you ever do is talk about medicine, medicine, medicine. Master Xuanzhu, I'll give you two choices: either come back with me, where you'll have wealth, honor, and beautiful women—you name it."

"Either you stay away from here and spend the rest of your life with your medicine basket."

A worn-out medicine basket was thrown in front of Xuan Zhuzi.

Xuan Zhuzi was stunned. He looked at the beauties and the medicine basket. The Xuan Zhuzi who had grown up in his dream smiled casually and said, "Oh dear, of course I'll accompany the beauties!"

He opened his arms and embraced the beauty.

Ba said, "...He's getting deeper and deeper into the dream, just like everyone else, just like those two from before. You have to personally pull him out of this dream, Yan."

Zhou Yan nodded.

In the dream, the creature was mired in its own fear and greed, and was pulled awake. But just as it was about to make a move, it paused slightly and saw that the medicine bag that had been thrown away had not disappeared.

"...Perhaps there are differences."

Ba tilted his head.

The flow of time is different in dreams. In the main part of this dream, it has transformed into a huge manor that cannot be entered. Inside, it is brightly lit, and the sounds of singing, dancing and music have never disappeared. Zhou Yan is holding an umbrella and standing outside with Ba.

Springtime brings the revival of all things, and summer brings the chirping of cicadas in the green trees.

Autumn days bring clear skies and gentle breezes, while winter brings pristine white snow.

The courtyard with its red candles and red walls remained tightly closed, as if it had witnessed countless riches and honors, as if Xuan Zhuzi had entered the mortal world and seen its splendor. One day, the gate opened, and Xuan Zhuzi was about to get married.

And he wanted to marry seven wives at once.

She was graceful and elegant, aloof and beautiful, voluptuous and passionate, innocent and lovely. But at this moment, outside this world of wealth and luxury, a voice suddenly cried out.

"Help! Help!"

Xuan Zhuzi, dressed in his wedding attire, suddenly stopped. He turned around and saw the person outside—an old woman with a hunched back, sores on her face, and holding a child, crying out, "Is anyone there? Is there a doctor?"

"Please save my child! Please save my child!"

A flash of clarity appeared in Xuan Zhuzi's eyes, which had been consumed by wine and women. He turned to save the person, but was stopped: "Have you thought it through!?"

Liu Ruyan, along with many other beauties, were watching him from behind.

Ahead lay a desolate landscape of snow and loneliness, behind them, red candles and silken curtains, and a beautiful woman: "Didn't you love us the most? Are you going to abandon us and go there?"

"Once you leave here, you can never come back."

Are you really willing to do that?

Xuan Zhuzi said, "I, I'm just going to save people. I'll come back to you after I've saved them! Well, isn't that the same, sister?"

Liu Ruyan retorted, "How can they be the same!"

“Such behavior, once it happens, it will happen again, and once it happens, it will happen again. How can you set a precedent? You have to save people during your wedding; you have to save people when you have children with you; you have to save people when there is danger on the roadside.”

"If you take that path, all you'll have left is saving lives. What about us?"

Her voice softened as she took Xuan Zhuzi's arm: "Do you still remember our romantic moments under the flowers and moon? Do you remember? I just want you, I want the complete you... okay?"

Xuan Zhuzi's eyes struggled as she turned to look at the creatures that had vanished in the wind and snow.

The dream felt incredibly real. On one side were beauties and wealth, and on the other was a path of healing and saving lives from which there was no turning back. Xuan Zhuzi opened his mouth, turned around, and walked step by step into the world of glory and wealth, but suddenly stopped.

He suddenly reached out and took off his wedding dress.

Xuan Zhuzi's face was contorted with pain, tears streaming down his face, large drops rolling down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I really wanted to be with you, but..."

"I can not."

He turned around, staggered out of the area, and ran into the heavy snow. Ignoring the people's disgust for the old man with sores, he helped him up, picked up the medicine bag, which was right beside him, and began to treat him.

His expression gradually calmed down as he used his acupuncture needles to save lives. But when he looked back, that warm home was gone. He stood in the wind and snow, finally picked up his medicine bag, and walked back and forth, practicing medicine in this dream for forty years, lonely yet free-spirited.

He compiled his medical practices into a classic text and passed it on to future generations of disciples.

He trekked away through the wind and snow. Zhou Yan watched him gradually transform from an old man into a handsome young man enjoying wealth and luxury, and then back into the young Taoist priest, with an old man holding an umbrella beside him.

There seemed to be a low chuckle from an old man.

"When a great physician treats illness, he must first calm his mind and focus his will, be free from desires and wants, and first develop a great compassionate heart, vowing to relieve the suffering of all living beings. If someone comes to him seeking help due to illness, he must not ask about their social status, wealth, age, appearance, whether they are friends or enemies, Chinese or foreign, wise or foolish. He must treat them all equally, as if they were his own family."

"Neither should one look ahead or behind, worry about good or bad fortune, or cherish one's life."

The Medicine King personally passed down his teachings, embodying the essence and integrity of a great physician!
Originally, it was the old man holding the umbrella, protecting the young Taoist doctor as he walked forward. Gradually, the old man's voice and the young man's voice alternated, and in the end, it was just Xuan Zhuzi chanting softly.

The aura of Xuanzhuzi, the energy that lingered at the seventh rank for so long.

With the transformation of his Dao heart, he began to move towards the sixth rank.

Ba couldn't help but say, "...A person who can break free from the desires woven by this dream is already a hero of his time. Yan, you still have such a person by your side!"

Zhou Yan and Ba were still at the wedding banquet in the courtyard. He picked up his wine cup and offered a toast from afar.

"Fellow Daoist He, you have actually turned misfortune into blessing."

"Understanding one's true nature is the first hurdle in Taoism, and I have passed it."

He drank the wine with a carefree spirit, feeling delighted, but then he noticed an invitation next to him.

The groom is Xuan Zhuzi.

The bride—Liu Ruyan, sister-in-law, mother-in-law, goddaughter, sworn sister, godmother…

Kitchen helper – Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan: "…………"

boom! ! !
The door was kicked open, and Lord Zhou saw Xuan Zhuzi gradually waking up in the dream. He bent down, accelerated, and sped up, spinning in the air, and kicked Xuan Zhuzi hard in the face.

"Sexy Taoist Priest!!"

"This humble Taoist priest requests, on behalf of the Ancestral Master, to deliver the punishment from Heaven!!!"

"Wake up!!"

(End of this chapter)