Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 143 Ascension and Dao Understanding
He tries to kill himself every day but fails. Every day he bids farewell to his apprentice, saying he's going to ascend to immortality, but he's still alive and kicking every day.

Even his apprentice said: "Master, when are you going to die? Give me a straight answer. I can't possibly prepare this set of tools every day to smash pots and burn paper money for you, can I?"

Apprentice: We don't have many basins left!

The custom of smashing the basin actually originates from the belief in "Meng Po's Soup" in the underworld. The hole in the basin can leak out the soup of forgetfulness, preventing the deceased from forgetting their relatives in their previous life; smashing the basin can help the deceased reincarnate smoothly and avoid becoming a lonely soul.

For some reason, Louguandao also has this rule.

Fu Fengzi explained that those disciples were all people the master had watched grow up over several decades. The relationship between master and disciples was like that of a teacher and a father, hence the existence of these disciples.

Finally, having no other choice, the founder of Louguan Taoism simply jumped into the volcano.

Therefore, the later generations of disciples of Louguan Dao learned from this lesson and almost every generation used the Qi of herbs and trees to prolong their lives.

Han Yun was also deeply moved after hearing this. The immortality that the outside world sought but could not obtain was readily available in the hands of the Louguan Dao. Perhaps only among the inheritors of the Louguan Dao could immortality be handled so lightly.

Fu Fengzi: I've lived for hundreds of years, seen all sorts of messy things, killed some enemies who deserved to die, and witnessed some grand events. That's enough!

Finally, Fu Fengzi handed over all the Louguan Taoist traditions to Han Yun.

Han Yun looked surprised: "Daoist Master, what's going on?"

Fu Fengzi smiled slightly, his eyes clear as a stream: "I have lived for more than two hundred years. Recently, I have suddenly felt that my mind is clear and my connection with heaven and earth is getting deeper. I'm afraid the time has come."

He raised his hand and pointed to the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the high platform: "Look at the gathering and scattering of the clouds, it is the natural order of heaven and earth. The Louguan Dao believes that even thieves have their code of honor and never covet. My crippled body should also return to the mountains and forests."

Han Yun's gaze was complicated as he asked, "Daoist, how did you become so sure about me? We've only just met!"

Fu Fengzi's gaze was deep as he slowly said, "When Confucius met Laozi, he said that Laozi was like a dragon. Today, I feel the same way. I entrust the Louguan Dao lineage to you, fellow Daoist, and my heart is at peace!"

"Furthermore, in this day and age, it's impossible to find someone who isn't greedy for immortality. Even if you did find one, the net of heaven is vast and its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it; it wouldn't escape the eyes of the divine land!"

Han Yun nodded thoughtfully. So that's how it is. Is it also a product of the times?

Although it was only part of the reason, Han Yun understood that what Fu Fengzi said was true. In modern times, finding someone with a detached mind who is not obsessed with immortality is indeed as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Take Feng Baobao for example. If her secret of immortality were to be revealed, it would trigger a struggle even more chaotic than the Jia Shen Rebellion.

Never underestimate the greed in people's hearts.

To be honest, if the fact that Han Yun possesses the lineage of both the Taoist and Buddhist patriarchs were to be revealed, the trouble it would cause might not be any less than the chaos of the Jia Shen Rebellion.

Fortunately, the Daoist sect kept silent about Han Yun's affairs, and even if it were leaked, Han Yun, with his current abilities, was not afraid at all.

He now possesses the confidence to stand up to everyone.

At this moment, Fu Fengzi stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, gazing at the churning sea of ​​clouds with a distant look in his eyes.

"Do you know why the patriarchs of Louguan Dao have all chosen to refine themselves with the Qi of plants and trees?" Fufengzi suddenly asked.

Han Yun snapped out of his reverie, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Is it because the continuous growth of plants conforms to the cyclical nature of the universe?"

Fu Fengzi nodded: "Indeed. Metal and stone, though hard, lack fluidity; water and fire, though changeable, are too violent. Only the nature of plants, combining strength and gentleness, withering and flourishing in an orderly fashion, best aligns with the tenets of our Daoist school." "Moreover, and most importantly, it also facilitates our final act!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Fengzi's originally rosy and jade-like skin suddenly turned a deep, dark green, cracking like tree bark. His beard and hair gradually turned emerald green, and his body began to become transparent, as if he were about to merge into the world.

Han Yun's heart skipped a beat, realizing that Fu Fengzi had begun to dissipate his power and pass away. He quickly stood up and respectfully bowed, "Daoist Master..."

Fu Fengzi waved his hand and smiled, "No need to be sad. I have lived for over two hundred years and have long since taken life and death lightly. Meeting you today, fellow Daoist, and the prospect of passing on my teachings is already a great blessing."

His voice gradually became ethereal, and his figure became increasingly transparent: "This Louguantai was left by the patriarch. Fellow Daoist probably won't stay here permanently. How you deal with it is up to you!"

Han Yun stared at Fu Fengzi's gradually disappearing figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

The old Taoist's body gradually transformed into specks of emerald light, like dandelions drifting in the spring mountains, rising with the wind and eventually merging into the boundless sea of ​​clouds.

"May you rest in peace, Taoist priest."

Han Yun bowed deeply and remained seated for a long time.

When he straightened up, the Louguantai platform was empty, with only the Laozi statue still standing silently, as if witnessing everything. Han Yun walked to the edge of the platform, looked down at the surging sea of ​​clouds below, and suddenly felt the vastness of heaven and earth and the long journey of the Dao, gaining a deeper understanding.

He took out his jade flute and began to play again. This time, the flute's sound no longer deliberately stirred the beasts, but rather flowed spontaneously and naturally. The melody was melodious and lingering, as if bidding farewell, or perhaps reflecting on something.

As the sound of the flute faded, Han Yun put away his jade flute and looked around the long-secluded Louguantai. He walked to the statue of Laozi, respectfully lit three incense sticks, and then began to carefully study the legacy left by Fufengzi.

These books are mainly in the form of bamboo slips and silk scrolls. Some of them are yellowed and old, but the characters are still clearly legible.

Han Yun discovered that, in addition to the core transmission of the "Supreme and Wonderful Path: The True Scripture of the Beginning," there are also many cultivation experiences and records of observations of the Louguan Taoist patriarchs throughout history.

One of the bamboo scrolls caught his attention. This scroll was inscribed with the three characters "Dongtian Jiyao" in cinnabar, and it contained a detailed record of the origin and control methods of Louguantai, a small grotto-heaven.

"I see!"

Han Yun suddenly realized. According to the bamboo slips, Louguantai was not fixed in this place, but a mobile paradise that could be moved according to the owner's wishes.

Back then, Master Yin Xi used his supreme Taoist magic and the art of creating a potted heaven to refine the entire Star Gazing Platform into a portable cave dwelling that could be large or small, which is why there is the saying that "the Tao of Louguan is intangible."

Following the instructions on the bamboo slips and using specific techniques, Han Yun attempted to inject his own true qi into the cave.

The entire viewing platform began to tremble slightly, and the surrounding clouds and mist churned even more violently.

A moment later, the entire cave began to slowly shrink, eventually transforming into a palm-sized jade platform model, which fell into Han Yun's palm.

"Wonderful!"

Han Yun was full of praise. Although the jade platform was small, it had all the pavilions and towers, and even the statue of Lao Tzu was clearly visible.

Then, Han Yun simply placed it into the inner space, restored it to its original state, and made it stand on a fairy mountain.

(End of this chapter)