The Three Teachings Converge into One: The Path of the Mortal and the Saintly is the Same

Poetry:

The dawn light in Longjing illuminates her clear face as they whisper secrets of a predestined fate spanning three lifetimes.

A single oar carried by the west wind for thousands of miles, a benevolent heart leads the way into the flames of war.

Daxia, Longjing, Western Suburb Villa.

Morning light streamed through the patterned glass into the council hall, casting pale golden shadows on the long table.

The adult sat in the main seat, with three women standing opposite him—

Lin Wanqing, Xiao Lingxi, Xiao Lingyue.

All three women were dressed in dark formal attire and had solemn expressions.

If there were cultivators present, they would be able to see a subtle radiance flowing around them.

That is a sign of the awakening of the true spirit and the gradual recovery of cultivation.

But at this moment, they used a secret technique to conceal this radiance.

To ordinary people, they were just three outstanding young women.

"The secret report has been confirmed." He pushed an encrypted file onto the table, his voice steady.

"The Eagle Empire is pushing forward with the 'Scorched Earth Dawn' plan."

The forbidden technique, Annihilation Thunder, may be used in the near future.

"Eagle and Canaan are mired in a quagmire of war, and there's a high probability they'll resort to desperate measures."

He looked at the three women, his gaze deep and unfathomable:

"Qingxuan's activities in the Western Wilderness Desert were, on the one hand, to treat more people as a Xuanmen healer."

On the other hand, it is to prevent a catastrophe that could escalate into a world-destroying forbidden technique.

We must support him no matter what.

Lin Wanqing nodded slightly.

Today, she wore a simple updo, with a few strands of hair hanging down beside her ears, making her look even more gentle and graceful.

But deep within those eyes lies a clarity that transcends eternity:

"Yes, we understand. Young Master... what Qingxuan did..."

It concerns the lives of millions of people.

The word "Young Master" slipped out of her mouth without her noticing, as if it were just a casual address.

But a knowing glint flashed in the eyes of the person in the main seat—

They already knew through special channels that the relationship between these five people was far from ordinary.

Xiao Lingxi wore a moon-white shirt today, with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing a section of her fair wrist.

Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the blue cloth herbal sachet at her waist.

That was a keepsake from her past life, containing a trace of her true spirit from that time.

Now it just looks like an ordinary object:

"Since you have summoned us, you must have already made arrangements."

"There are arrangements, but it requires your participation," the person at the head of the table said solemnly.

"After careful consideration, the Xuanmeng Council has decided to dispatch you under the guise of 'common medical assistance'."

Heading to Anshigu to provide humanitarian aid to war-torn regions…

He paused, lowering his voice slightly:

"Furthermore, it is imperative to assist in protecting Qingxuan."

There are some things I can tell you today—

Qingxuan's identity is far more special than you know.

Xiao Lingyue lowered her head and looked down, the beads on her wrist touching each other and making a crisp sound.

She was wearing a plain-colored suit today.

But his otherworldly air couldn't be concealed: "Please enlighten me."

"The three religions converge into one, the mortal and the sacred share the same path." The alliance leader slowly uttered these eight words.

The council chamber was silent.

He stood up, walked to the painting "The Four Seas and Three Mountains" on the wall, and gently stroked the scroll with his fingers:

"This is a record from the Xuanmeng's top-secret files."

Su Qingxuan is the one destined by Heaven to inherit the Dao through the unification of the three teachings.

His mission concerns the fate of the three realms.

The three of you, and that Chi Ying who is currently in the Western Wilderness Sands,

They were all his Daoist companions and comrades-in-arms throughout countless reincarnations.

Having said that, he turned to look at the three women, his eyes gleaming with wisdom:

"This journey to the western desert is not only to resolve the scourge of war, but also to settle karmic debts."

Having completed the final tribulation of the mortal world, am I right?

The three women exchanged a glance, but there was no shock in their eyes.

There is only a sense of relief, like "finally stepping into the spotlight".

"To know all this, one must..." Lin Wanqing said softly, hesitating to finish her sentence.

"An extraordinary nation, with its own traditions." The alliance leader smiled, pointing to the painting.

"Since Qingxuan awakened, all his actions have been under our watchful eye..."

Xiao Lingxi leaned forward slightly: "Then, what do you need us to do?"

"Three things." He walked back to his seat and held up three fingers.

"First, assist Qingxuan in doing his best to redeem the Western Wilderness Sand Sea;

Second, when necessary, protect him with your awakened abilities—

Although with his level of cultivation, he might not need protection, his impending 'death calamity' was approaching.

It's always good to have more strength;

third……"

He took a deep breath, his expression solemn: "If it really comes to that..."

You must understand Qingxuan's choice to face this calamity.

And assist him in achieving the final enlightenment.

This is not goodbye forever, but a phase of the mission's completion.

At a higher level, even greater responsibilities await him, and await you.

He spoke the words "death calamity" very softly, but to the three women, they were like a thunderclap.

They knew this day would come. From the moment they awakened some of their memories,

I knew that your journey to the mortal realm would inevitably involve a life-or-death ordeal.

This settles the karmic debt they incurred for his martyrdom 100,000 years ago.

But when he said those words, their hearts still clenched.

Xiao Lingyue gripped the beaded bracelet tighter, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"Since you know our origins, sir, you should know that the young master's journey will inevitably end in death."

We are willing to go.

These words touched him slightly.

He had long known these three women were extraordinary, but their calm discussion of "deathly tribulation" was astounding.

Still extraordinary.

"Therefore, your task is very important," he said solemnly.

"After today, you shall set off."

The Xuanmeng Field Affairs Division will arrange for a flying kite to take you to the Kingdom of Balan.

The subsequent land route led into Ancy.

The entourage consisted of thirty people, half of whom were genuine doctors and craftsmen.

Half of them are secrets of the Xuanmeng Alliance.

They will protect your safety and will follow your instructions.

The three women rose together and bowed in greeting.

Their etiquette carries a subtle ancient charm, a memory etched deep within their souls.

"We will obey your instructions, sir." Lin Wanqing spoke on behalf of the three, her voice clear and firm.

"We will certainly live up to our mission and the expectations of... young master."

After the meeting, the three women left the villa in the western suburbs.

Outside the door, a black car was waiting.

Before getting into the car, Lin Wanqing glanced back at the verdant peaks.

She said softly, "I don't know when I'll be able to return."

"I will come back." Xiao Lingxi held her hand. "Once Young Master settles his karmic debts..."

"Once we've completed our ascension and settled matters in the Heavenly Realm, perhaps we can come back for a visit."

Xiao Lingyue fiddled with the beads, gazing at the western horizon:

"But by then, who knows how many seasons had passed in the world..."

The three women got into the car, and the sedan drove towards Xuanmeng Airport.

They knew that this journey might be their last in the mortal world.

Three days later, in the Kingdom of Balan, at the airport outside Karan.

A standard-issue flying kite, painted with the logo of the Great Xia Qingnang Aid, slowly descended.

The cabin door opened, and Lin Wanqing was the first to step down the gangway, greeted by a wave of heat.

Before me lay foreign land, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and dust.

In the distance, refugee tents stretched for miles, and thinly dressed children ran through the dust.

The women covered their faces with headscarves, their eyes blank.

"This way, please, all three of you." A man dressed in a Xuanmen (Mystic Alliance) field uniform stepped forward and performed a Xuanmen (Mystic Sect) greeting.

"I am in charge of this operation. You can call me Foreman Cheng."

The convoy is ready and can depart at any time.

Lin Wanqing nodded in acknowledgment: "Thank you for your help, Supervisor Cheng. Has the inventory of supplies been completed?"

"Inventory complete. Twenty tons of medical supplies, elixirs, food, and water purifiers."

There was also a batch of educational supplies.

As Supervisor Cheng spoke, his gaze swept over the three women, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

When he received the assignment, his superiors only said that these three were "special talents."

We must do everything in our power to protect them and follow their commands.

But to him, these three women all seemed like ordinary, frail women—

Although he has an extraordinary temperament, what kind of place is the battlefield?

That was a hell of flying blood and flesh.

Xiao Lingxi seemed to sense his doubt and smiled slightly:

"Don't worry, Supervisor Cheng, we won't hold you back."

As she spoke, she walked to a heavy truck and gently lifted it with one hand.

They steadily lifted a box of medicinal herbs weighing nearly 100 pounds and placed it into the carriage.

Foreman Cheng's pupils contracted.

The movement was effortless, something no ordinary cultivator could achieve.

"Let's go." Lin Wanqing had already walked towards the lead car of the convoy.

"Time is of the essence; we must enter Ancy within three days."

The convoy consisted of ten field vehicles and three heavy-duty trucks, carrying supplies and a team of thirty people.

We departed the airport and headed towards the southeastern border.

What I saw along the way was shocking.

Along both sides of the highway, the wreckage of bombed vehicles and scorched fields can be seen from time to time.

Collapsed houses.

The refugee convoy snaked along like a long serpent, carrying families in tow.

His face was etched with exhaustion and despair.

A child was crying by the roadside.

An elderly person knelt in front of the ruins and prayed.

During their first rest stop, the convoy was surrounded by hundreds of refugees.

"Doctor! Is there a doctor?"

A man covered in dust rushed over carrying a child.

The child was about five or six years old. His leg was pierced by shrapnel, and his injuries were extremely severe.

Just as the accompanying healer was about to step forward, Xiao Lingxi quickly walked over and said, "Let me do it."

She crouched down and examined the wound carefully.

The shrapnel penetrated deep into the muscle, just millimeters away from the aorta.

If it were a routine surgical procedure, it would need to be removed immediately; otherwise, infection would certainly lead to death.

But there are no surgical facilities here.

"Hold him down," Xiao Lingxi said to the man, while taking out a needle kit from her medical kit—

Those were not ordinary acupuncture needles; the needles had a faint bluish luster.

It is the "Azure Spirit Needle" that Xiao Lingxi refined using a secret method.

After three needles were inserted, the acupoints around the wound were sealed, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

Xiao Lingxi pointed her fingers like a sword, and an almost invisible blue halo appeared at her fingertips.

Gently apply around the wound.

The "Rejuvenation Technique" quietly activated, infusing the body with vitality.

The shrapnel was slowly pushed out by the muscles.

"This..." The healer stared in disbelief.

In his twenty years of medical practice, he had never seen such a technique.

The shrapnel fell to the ground with a "clink".

Xiao Lingxi took out a packet of light green powder and sprinkled it on the wound.

Then wrap it with clean gauze.

The whole process took less than half an incense stick's time; the child had stopped crying and was fast asleep.

"Change the dressing every day; this packet of powder is for you."

Xiao Lingxi handed the medicine packet to the man, and then took out a few pieces of compressed dry food.

"When the child wakes up, give him something to eat."

The man knelt down and kowtowed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the surrounding refugees flocked to him for help.

Xiao Lingxi accepted all comers.

Her diagnostic speed was astonishing; she could perform the four diagnostic methods—observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation—in an instant.

Where the silver needles are applied, the pain is immediately relieved.

For some injuries requiring surgery, she used the "Rejuvenation Technique" supplemented with herbs.

It was able to temporarily stabilize the patient's condition, buying time for subsequent treatment.

Lin Wanqing, on the other hand, demonstrated another talent.

She cleared a space in the ruins and wrote words on the broken walls with charcoal.

They taught refugee children simple words and arithmetic.

"This character is pronounced 'ren'," she explained in the local language and simple Xia dialect.

"The benevolent love others, which means treating others kindly, just like this doctor saved you."

Lin Wanqing's teaching methods are profound yet easy to understand; what's even more ingenious is that...

She can naturally integrate the realm of Taoism into her teaching.

A little girl who had lost her parents asked, crying:

"Why is there a war? Why are they killing my mom and dad?"

Lin Wanqing knelt down and wiped away the girl's tears:

"Because some people have lost the virtue of 'benevolence' and the value of love in their hearts."

But we must remember that hatred cannot bring peace; only love can.

Your parents definitely want you to live a good life.

Take their love and go love more people.

The little girl seemed to understand, but stopped crying.

Xiao Lingyue's work was the least effective, but also the most profound.

She sat cross-legged in front of the destroyed Moon Goddess Temple, chanting sutras to pray for the deceased.

At first, only a few people listened, but later dozens and hundreds of people gathered.

She was not reciting ordinary scriptures, but a special prayer that incorporated the true meaning of the three schools of thought.

The voice was clear and peaceful, with a calming power.

Many refugees who had lost loved ones listened to her chanting.

After a good cry, my emotions gradually calmed down.

An elderly man who lost his entire family wept uncontrollably.

"Girl, what you read... makes me think they're going to a good place."

The moon goddess will bless you.

Xiao Lingyue clasped her hands together:

"The saints may have different names and appearances, but they share the same compassion."

The deceased are gone; the living must be strong. This is the best way to honor them.

That night, the convoy rested in the town of Sardar.

The three women barely slept, working tirelessly until dawn to treat the wounded, organize evacuations, and perform rituals for the deceased.

As Foreman Cheng and the special team members watched the three women's retreating figures, their initial contempt vanished.

"Who exactly are they?" a young secret agent asked in a low voice.

Supervisor Cheng shook his head: "I don't know. But one thing is certain—"

They were definitely not ordinary cultivators.

Under the moonlight, the sachet at Xiao Lingxi's waist gleamed with a faint bluish light.

A golden halo seemed to flow between Lin Wanqing's brows.

Each time Xiao Lingyue moved a bead on her string,

A faint, almost imperceptible ray of light then emanated from it.

Their true spirits are rapidly awakening amidst the flames of war and Su Qingxuan's "death ordeal".

On the seventh day, the convoy approached the small town of Ava, which was on the front lines.

The sound of explosions could be heard from afar, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The city is half destroyed, and sporadic firefights still occur among the ruins.

"Gentlemen, it's dangerous ahead. I suggest you take a detour."

Supervisor Cheng looked at the map, his brows furrowed.

Lin Wanqing shook her head: "There are refugees in the city who need help."

Moreover, this is the only road leading to the royal city of Anxi.

Just then, a piercing whistling sound came from the sky.

"Air raid! Take cover!"

Everyone rushed to the cover.

The next second, the Emberfire Thunderbolts rained down, and wherever they touched, flames rose up, which could not be extinguished by water.

Screams instantly filled my ears.

A woman carrying a child rushed out of the burning house.

The clothes had been ignited by the embers.

She threw herself to the ground, shielding the child with her body, but the flames spread rapidly.

"Mom—!" the child in her arms cried out.

Xiao Lingxi rushed out almost instinctively.

Supervisor Cheng tried to stop her: "Miss Xiao! It's dangerous!"

But Xiao Lingxi was incredibly fast; in just a few leaps, he was already beside the woman.

She bit her fingertip, and a drop of her heart's blood seeped out, while her hands formed a hand seal—

That was the starting stance of the "Clear Water Technique," although my memory of it wasn't fully restored.

But in life-or-death situations, the body will react.

"Clear water nourishes all things, turning heat into rain!"

The blood and sweat transformed into a pale blue mist, enveloping the woman and child.

The embers were indeed extinguished by the water mist, but Xiao Lingxi's face turned pale and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Forcibly performing secret techniques with a mortal body will result in severe backlash.

"Lingxi!" Lin Wanqing and Xiao Lingyue rushed over to support her.

Xiao Lingxi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at the woman in her arms—

There are no signs of life.

But the child, whom she shielded beneath her, only suffered minor injuries.

"Clear Water Technique...I haven't used it in a long time."

She murmured, her tone so calm it was as if she were talking about someone else.

"This body is still too weak; a mouthful of blood only has this much power."

Lin Wanqing and Xiao Lingyue exchanged a glance, neither of them surprised.

Their memories and cultivation levels have recently recovered rapidly.

They also knew what this trip to the Western Wilderness meant.

"It's a good thing that my cultivation is recovering."

Lin Wanqing said softly, while raising her hand and making a gesture in the air.

A pale golden character for "benevolence" appeared, radiating a soft light.

Dispelling the surrounding heat, "Young Master's death is imminent; we need power."

Xiao Lingyue nodded, and the beads emitted a warm white light, enveloping an area of ​​ten feet in radius:

"But one should not be too ostentatious, lest one disturb the common people."

"Since the young master has chosen to settle his karmic debts as a mortal, we will accompany him on this final journey."

While the three women were talking, Team Leader Cheng and his team members were already stunned.

The blue, golden, and white light could not be explained by logic.

"They..." one of the team members said, his voice trembling.

Supervisor Cheng took a deep breath:

"Execute orders, protect them, and don't ask any other questions."

After the air raid, the town of Ava was engulfed in flames.

The medical team, carrying the rescued refugees, moved southeast overnight.

Along the way, they witnessed more horrific scenes, but the three women's state of mind had changed from the beginning—

Compassion remains, but with an added sense of transcendence.

They were saving people, and they were also reflecting on their own moral compass.

While camping that night, Xiao Lingyue used a string of beads to pray for the soul of the hundredth deceased.

Suddenly, it emitted a gentle white light.

She gazed quietly at the beads, and memories of her past life unfolded like a scroll—

She was the Bhikkhuni Lian Yue, the Dragon Maiden of Wonderful Sound, who had listened to Su Lie preach the Dharma for three hundred years in Wenru Heaven.

At that time, Su Lie was not yet Su Qingxuan, but the Supreme Sage Su Lie who unified the three sects.

He was dressed in white, with a gentle and refined demeanor. When he preached, flowers rained down from the sky and golden lotuses sprang from the ground.

Later, when the Demonic Calamity of Guixu arose, Su Lie, as the Demon Suppressor, resolved to disintegrate.

On the night before his death, he summoned four women to his seat.

"Lian Yue." He looked at her, his eyes filled with deep regret.

"If I were to perish from this journey, it would take me 100,000 years to return..."

She knelt and kowtowed: "I am willing to wait, for ten thousand years, for ten million years, I will wait."

Su Lie sighed: "Ten thousand years of reincarnation, memories sealed, love becomes a calamity."

When "I" return, I must die to settle all karmic debts before I can achieve fulfillment.

At that time, it might hurt your feelings again.

"I am not afraid." She looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. "As long as my lord returns..."

"Whatever calamity may come, I will face it with you."

On the day she disintegrated, she and the three women burned their Great Luo Dao Fruits together.

He entrusted his true spirit to the three supreme treasures of the religions and followed a wisp of Su Lie's true spirit into the cycle of reincarnation.

This wait lasted for 100,000 years.

"We've arrived." Xiao Lingyue gently stroked her prayer beads, tears welling in her eyes with a smile.

"My lord, in this life, we are finally about to achieve our goal."

Lin Wanqing demonstrated exceptional organizational skills during a refugee relocation effort.

Under her direction, a team of nearly a thousand people evacuated the danger zone in an orderly manner.

As the last refugee boarded the truck, she stood amidst the swirling dust.

In a daze, I saw myself 100,000 years ago—

She is Wenqing Immortal Lord, Su Lie's chief literary attendant, in charge of documents and records, and in charge of the rear.

Sometimes, when Su Lie went to war, she would stand on this high place and watch him depart into the distance.

Then they turned around to appease the public and allocate resources.

"My lord..." she murmured softly, "In this life, I am still your Wenqing."

This time, however, we're going home together.

Xiao Lingxi's awakening is the most direct.

Overnight, she discovered that she could "see" the meridians and energy flow in the human body.

It can sense the medicinal properties of herbs and plants.

Memories of Qingxi Zhenjun's medical skills from his previous life flooded back like a tide.

Those lost ancient medical prescriptions, acupuncture techniques, and alchemy secrets have all been rediscovered.

On the thirteenth day, the convoy finally arrived at the eastern outskirts of the Holy Flame Royal City.

The city is half destroyed, but it still stands stubbornly.

Slogans were painted on the walls along the street:

"Truth will prevail" and "Long live freedom".

The soldiers and civilians came and went in a hurry, but there was still light in their eyes.

Led by Supervisor Cheng, the three women arrived at a semi-underground building.

The sign on the door reads "Wisdom House" in the local language and Xia script.

"Mr. Su is inside," Commander Chen whispered.

"He's been here all this time, training the Holy Flame's militia."

It teaches asymmetric warfare and mental discipline.

The door opened.

A slender yet upright figure stood in front of the blackboard.

He was writing something with chalk.

Hearing the noise, he turned around.

It was Su Qingxuan.

He had become much thinner and his eyes were sunken after several months.

But those eyes remained clear and bright, like a deep pool of ancient water, reflecting the wisdom of ages past.

"Young Master..." the three women called out softly in unison, their eyes instantly reddening.

Su Qingxuan was taken aback at first, then revealed a warm smile, like a spring breeze melting snow:

"You've arrived."

There was no excited embrace after a long separation, no outpouring of unspoken words.

Just a simple "You've arrived," a smile,

Yet it contains a tacit understanding and comprehension spanning millennia.

Chi Ying emerged from the shadows, dressed in combat gear with a gun at her waist, exuding a commanding presence.

She nodded to the three women, a rare smile appearing on her lips: "You must be tired from the journey."

"Sister Chiying!" Xiao Lingxi rushed over and hugged her.

The four women reunite in a war-torn foreign land.

They smiled at each other, everything understood without a word.

Everyone knows that what's meant to happen will eventually happen.

It is:

A smile at our reunion evokes a hundred emotions; the ruins and the flames of war reflect the cold stars.

With hearts united through the ages, we will never betray each other, and together we will overcome all difficulties.