Under One Person: I Have a Billion Taoist Gods Within Me

Chapter 67 Mi Er: Nobody knows Journey to the West better than me

Those patterns were telling Wugensheng something in this way.

Those things were more simple and more abstract than any scriptures Wugensheng had ever read before.

But it is also more direct and more profound.

They are not thought about, not analyzed, and not processed by any human intervention.

They go directly into the depths of consciousness.

Then Wugensheng suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He felt a power.

That power had been surging in the shadows ever since Wugensheng stepped into this canyon.

At this moment, as those patterns continuously infused him with information, that power finally took shape.

It circulated within his body.

It flows slowly along a path that Wugensheng has never walked before.

It was a thin line, so thin that it was almost imperceptible.

But it does exist.

It starts from the rootless dantian, goes up along the spine, passes through the mingmen, passes through the jiaji, passes through the dazhui, and goes straight up to the baihui.

Then it descends from Baihui, passes Yintang, passes Tanzhong, and finally returns to Dantian.

It was a complete circle.

That was a Sunday.

Wugensheng was stunned.

Of course he knows what the Zhou Tian (a concept in Chinese astrology) is.

That is the basic skill for extraordinary people to cultivate, opening up the Ren and Du meridians and allowing it to circulate continuously within the body.

But Wugensheng had never gone through this before.

This force propelled the innate essence within him to begin operating in a way he had never tried before.

It wasn't him using his internal energy.

This force is helping him circulate his internal energy.

It was as if an invisible hand was supporting him, guiding him step by step through the meridians he had never traversed before.

Wugensheng suddenly understood.

Those patterns were teaching him.

In the most primitive and direct way.

Teach him how to circulate his Qi around the body.

Thousands of miles away.

Inside the upper room of the inn.

Li Yuan quietly "watched" all of this.

Those lines, in his eyes, were clearer and more profound than those that Wugensheng could see.

Because he knew what those patterns were.

The Taoist master Ziyang, Zhang Boduan, attained enlightenment here in his later years and, with his supreme wisdom, carved the mysteries of the universe's circulation into the stone wall.

Those patterns are not ordinary designs.

They are manifestations of the "Tao".

It is the concrete manifestation of "law".

It is a wordless book for all those who are destined to see it.

And when an ordinary person walks into this valley.

No need for meditation, no need for breathing exercises, no need to know what Qi, the circulation of Qi, or the eight extraordinary meridians are.

All you need to do is walk.

Those patterns will accomplish everything for him.

When he first saw those dense patterns, something inside him would quietly awaken.

That is something everyone possesses, yet very few can perceive—the innate.

Normally, it lies dormant deep within the dantian, like a seed buried in the soil, unaware and undisturbed, neither increasing nor decreasing.

But those lines will make it sprout.

Without any guidance or external force, the seed will sprout on its own.

This is the first magical aspect of this valley—

It can make an ordinary person who has never cultivated feel something naturally within their body the moment they step in.

Let's go a little deeper.

Those patterns are no longer just about awakening.

They began to guide.

That nascent Qi, like a toddler learning to walk, is led step by step by an unseen hand onto a path never before trodden.

Start with the Ren meridian.

The Qi originates from the Dantian, slowly descends, passes through the perineum, and enters the coccyx.

The sensation was so subtle and gentle that it was impossible to perceive without complete concentration.

But it was indeed walking, each step so determined, so natural.

Next, follow the Du meridian.

Starting from the coccyx, it ascends inch by inch along the spine.

When passing the Mingmen point, a slight warmth is felt in the waist; when passing the Jiaji point, a slight numbness is felt in the back; when passing the Dazhui point, a slight throbbing sensation is felt in the back of the neck.

Finally, it went straight up to the Baihui point, as if a window had opened on the top of the head, and a gentle breeze was blowing in.

After the Ren and Du meridians are opened, the Chong meridian, Dai meridian, Yin Qiao, Yang Qiao, Yin Wei, and Yang Wei are opened step by step.

Layer by layer.

With each step taken, that force grows stronger; with each obstacle overcome, that force becomes more unimpeded.

Those barriers that have blocked countless people for thousands of years seem to be non-existent in this valley.

Ultimately, the eight extraordinary meridians were opened.

This allows an ordinary person who has never cultivated to become an extraordinary person after traversing the valley.

He had no teacher.

There is no cultivation method.

There was no external assistance.

Just walk.

Simply be guided by those patterns.

It only takes fate.

But those who grow without roots are naturally destined to be together.

However, Li Yuan's gaze was not on Wu Gensheng at this moment.

Instead, it falls on those patterns.

Those patterns can guide more than just ordinary people.

They also have an effect on Wugensheng, who has become an alien.

However, its effect is completely different from that on ordinary people.

For ordinary people, it is a "breakthrough".

It is about going from nothing to something, from zero to one, from ordinary to extraordinary.

For extraordinary people, it is "confirmation".

It is to compare the path that Wugensheng has already traversed with this path that has existed since ancient times.

This verifies whether Wugensheng's internal circulation is proceeding correctly.

Verify those key points, and see if you understand them deeply enough.

Verify every meridian, every acupoint, and every flow to see if there are any deviations.

The information that those patterns were instilling in Wugensheng was now silently correcting every subtle deviation in the circulation of energy within his body.

Like a gentle breeze, brushing across a still pond.

The barely noticeable ripples on the water's surface were smoothed out one by one.

Like an unseen teacher, guiding him step by step on how to walk this path.

Not too fast, not too slow.

Without anger or resentment.

It's just teaching.

It's just guidance.

It's simply a matter of letting Wugensheng figure things out on his own as he goes along.

Li Yuan's gaze shifted from the patterns back to Wu Gensheng.

At this moment, Wugensheng is walking step by step in that sloping canyon.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow.

His eyes opened and closed intermittently.

Within his body, the body's energy was slowly circulating.

That Qi traveled along the Ren and Du meridians, circle after circle. With each circle, it grew stronger, became smoother, and resonated more with the information conveyed by those patterns.

The initial shock and confusion on his face were gradually fading away.

Instead, there is an ever-deepening tranquility.

That kind of tranquility comes only after one has gained some understanding.

Li Yuan watched quietly.

He saw Wugensheng walk past a bend in the road, and his pace suddenly slowed down.

It's not because I'm tired.

It's because the body's internal circulation suddenly accelerated.

That is the manifestation of "sheep power".

The journey from the gate to Jiaji Pass is the most difficult.

Reaching this point, it's like a sheep pulling a cart—slow and laborious.

It felt as if something was blocking it, and it was squeezing forward inch by inch, requiring all its strength to move forward even an inch.

When ordinary people walk to this point, the patterns on the surface will unconsciously slow their pace.

It felt as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing on my shoulders, and every step was as heavy as wading through mud.

Some people even stop here, panting heavily, sweating profusely, wondering what has happened.

But Wugensheng did not.

He walked away calmly.

His steps remained steady, his breathing remained even, and his expression remained calm.

Because he is an extraordinary person.

His cosmic orbit has already been opened.

For him, these challenges were nothing more than old paths that he needed to walk again.

But Li Yuan knew that Wu Gensheng had taken a different path than before.

This time, Wugensheng left with problems.

"who I am?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Where to go?"

These three questions were the seeds that Li Yuan had planted in his heart.

And at this moment, in this valley, washed over and over again by those patterns, those seeds began to sprout.

They are no longer abstract problems.

They began to intertwine with Wugensheng's Zhou Tian, ​​Wugensheng's Qi, and every step Wugensheng took.

Each cycle of the universe asks Wugensheng: Who are you?

Every line of the pattern conveys a message to Wugensheng: Where do you come from?

Every step forward urged Wugensheng: Where are you going?

Those questions were no longer just thoughts in Wugensheng's mind.

They became part of the rootless body.

It became part of the cycle of life without roots.

It became part of the rootless life.

Li Yuan watched quietly.

He saw Wugensheng walk past that bend in the road, and the feeling of stagnation in his "sheep power" gradually disappeared.

Instead, a different feeling emerged.

That's "car power".

From Jiaji to Yuzhen Pass, the journey is like being transported by cart, and it can be done faster.

The energy was no longer strained like a sheep pulling a cart, but rather like a fully loaded vehicle. Although still heavy, it had gained some inertia and could roll steadily forward.

Wugensheng quickened his pace.

He continued forward.

After turning a corner, the canyon suddenly opened up a bit.

The stone walls on both sides receded, making way for a small open space.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the narrow gap above, landing perfectly on the open space and illuminating a section of the stone wall in front.

That stone wall was different from others.

The patterns on it are denser and more intricate than elsewhere.

The lines are layered and intertwined, appearing chaotic at first glance, but upon closer inspection, a strange order can be found.

It's as if all the lines are pointing in the same direction.

Pointing to the same —

thing.

Wugensheng stopped in his tracks.

He stood in the sunlight and looked up.

Those patterns seemed to come alive in his eyes.

They flow, swirl, intertwine, and twist.

Those lines are no longer static marks, but have become living, moving things.

They meander and wander on the stone wall, intertwining and merging with each other, gradually forming a bizarre and wonderful pattern.

The pattern was too complex and mysterious; even with his eyesight, he couldn't make out the whole thing.

But it doesn't need to be seen clearly.

It needs to be—

Feelings.

Wugensheng closed his eyes.

The shapes of those patterns surfaced deep within his consciousness.

It doesn't emerge as an image, but as something more direct.

That kind of thing cannot be described in words, cannot be grasped by thought, and cannot be understood in any human way.

But it's there.

Then, those patterns began to coalesce.

They surged in from all directions, converging, merging, and compressing deep within his consciousness.

final-

It all comes down to one word.

Wugensheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

He didn't recognize that word.

That was not any script he had ever seen before.

It is not seal script, not clerical script, not regular script, and not the official script of any dynasty.

It's not even any kind of writing that should exist in the human world.

But he knew what it was.

That is "nothingness".

It is not the absence of "nothingness".

Rather, it is that "nothingness".

The "nothingness" that appears repeatedly in Taoist classics, yet no one has ever truly explained it clearly.

The "nothingness" in Lao Tzu's "the beginning of heaven and earth without a name".

The "nothingness" in Zhuangzi's "land of nothingness" refers to the state of nothingness.

That "nothingness" that all Taoist practitioners pursue throughout their lives, yet very few can reach.

It's right here.

It is carved on this stone wall.

Hidden within these patterns.

Wugensheng stood in that patch of light and shadow, motionless for a long time.

Sunlight streamed in from above, casting dappled shadows on him.

The light and shadow moved slowly with the sun, drawing flowing patterns on Wugensheng's clothes, face, and eyes.

Wugensheng, however, simply stood there.

Not moving at all.

Like a stone statue.

at the same time...

Behind Wugensheng, the tiny, almost invisible figure still floated quietly in the void.

It took in everything that had just happened.

It saw Wugensheng stop in his tracks.

It saw him looking up at that section of the stone wall.

It saw him close his eyes.

It saw his pupils shrink suddenly, and his eyes snap open.

It saw the word "nothingness" taking shape deep within its consciousness.

It can see clearly every expression, every breath, and every change in Wugensheng's heartbeat at this moment.

Thousands of miles away.

Inside the upper room of the inn.

Li Yuan opened his eyes.

A profound and subtle meaning now surfaced in those gentle eyes.

The character "无"...

""

He whispered.

"So you really have started."

Outside the window, the night was deepening.

That dim lamp still burns quietly.

Occasionally, a spark or two would burst from the wick, then go out and disappear into the darkness.

The temple light, emanating from the abyss, passes over that lamp, over the windowpane, over the vast night, and is cast towards the far, far east.

The direction of the Qinling Mountains.

The direction of that valley.

The direction where Wugensheng is located.

His temple light seemed to penetrate all barriers, allowing one to see the young man standing in the light and shadow.

Seeing the shock on Wugensheng's face.

I saw the confusion in Wugensheng's eyes.

I saw the thing that was awakening in Wugensheng's heart.

"Keep going," Ji Yuan said softly.

It seemed as if she was speaking to Wugensheng, yet it also seemed as if she was just talking to herself.

"There's more ahead."

Deep in the Qinling Mountains.

Wugensheng's figure finally moved.

He withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and continued forward.

His steps remained steady, his breathing remained even, and his expression remained calm.

But there was something more in those eyes.

What it was, even Wugensheng himself couldn't explain.

But that thing is becoming clearer and clearer with every step he takes, every breath he takes, and every cycle of his body.

It's becoming more and more realistic.

Wugensheng's figure gradually blended into the darkness of the canyon.

It gets farther and farther away, and smaller and smaller.

Finally, it disappeared into the depths of those densely packed patterns.

All that remains is that sloping canyon, those ancient carvings, and that long ray of sunlight.