Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 89: Revisiting Baiyun Temple, Paying Homage to the Ancestral Master, Receiving the Dharma an

Lu Qian slung his bundle over his shoulder, not even glancing at Ding Shian, who had been blasted into internal injury by the force. With a flick of his sleeve, he tucked his hands into his sleeve and walked straight over.

Ding Shian is now hopelessly obsessed with becoming stronger; he walks without looking where he's going.

It's simply a matter of integrating the "hundred arts" without delving into their essence or exploring the "Tao" contained within all methods.

Ding Shian, who had been blasted to the ground by the force of the seven layers of overlapping waves, struggled to get up, but to no avail.

The force contained in that punch directly shattered his internal energy, temporarily rendering him unable to move.

He struggled to turn over, looked at Lü Qian's retreating figure, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"

Lu Qian stopped in his tracks. Although the other party had some deviations, he was still a rare seeker of the Dao in this world. If he had another Daoist partner in the future, it would be of great help to him.

Without turning his head, he said, "I only seek to master one method rather than all others."

Then, in a flash, Lü Qian disappeared from the spot, leaving only Ding Shian lying on the ground in the woods, breathing silently.

……

After leaving Shanhaiguan, Lü Qian strolled along, stopping frequently, towards Baiyun Temple.

Along the way, he was sometimes a frolicking Taoist priest in the mountains and sometimes a highly skilled fortune teller. He witnessed and experienced all aspects of human life.

His Daoist heart became increasingly clear and pure, and the sharp light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Seven days later, in the evening, he finally arrived at Baiyun Temple, just as the tourists had left.

Fang Dongtian was standing outside the gate waiting for him, smiling as he watched Lü Qian approach.

"Greetings, Master Fang!"

Lü Qian quickly stepped forward and greeted Fang Dongtian.

Fang Dongtian watched his calm and proper movements and nodded in satisfaction. "Come with me."

After saying that, he turned around with his hands behind his back and led Lü Qian into Baiyun Temple. This time, they did not go to the room to rest, but went directly to the Ancestral Hall.

Fang Dongtian pushed open the door of the Ancestral Hall, gesturing for Lü Qian to enter, while he himself stood outside the threshold. "Young Lü, my duty as your guide is complete. The rest is up to your own destiny."

After saying that, he ignored Lü Qian's reaction, closed the palace gates, and left.

Standing inside the Ancestral Hall, Lü Qian bowed once more in the direction Fang Dongtian had left, saying, "This disciple thanks Grandmaster Fang for guiding us!"

After performing the ritual, he turned around and looked around the ancestral hall.

The main hall was dimly lit at this time, with only Lü Qian present. Inside the hall were several altars, on which statues of the patriarch were enshrined.

On the altar, only two candles burned quietly, crackling occasionally, which was especially noticeable in the deserted hall.

The dim, flickering candlelight illuminated the statues of the patriarchs, who seemed to possess a spirit, silently gazing upon the great hall.

Lu Qian stepped forward, placed his bundle on the side of the prayer mat, and then took three sticks of incense from the various offering tables, lit them, and bowed to the ancestral masters.

By the time he finished worshipping all the statues, the setting sun had completely sunk into the western sky, and the darkness of night enveloped the entire world.

Only the candlelight on the offering tables scattered throughout the hall still cast a faint glow, illuminating a corner of the main hall.

After offering incense, Lü Qian returned to the prayer mat in the hall and sat down. He closed his eyes and calmed his mind, entering a meditative state in the blink of an eye.

He didn't know how much time had passed, it seemed like a few moments, or even a fleeting instant, but he felt a gentle breeze and found himself in a place different from before.

He opened his eyes as if sensing something, and found himself standing in front of the gate of Baiyun Temple.

The sun was rising, and the golden-red morning light shone on Lü Qian. This was a different place and a different time than in reality.

Lu Qian was not surprised by this, as he already knew that he had arrived at the "Taoist temple" of the patriarchs.

Looking at the tightly closed door in front of him, Lü Qian stepped forward. After taking only three steps, the tightly closed door opened from the inside.

An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard, wearing a Taoist robe and a golden lotus crown, walked out from inside.

He looked at Lü Qian below the steps and asked with a smile, "Junior, have you come to seek the Dao?"

"Yes, disciple greets the Ancestor!"

"Come with me."

With that, the old Taoist priest led Lü Qian into the temple. The two remained silent as they walked to the central square.

There were many elderly Taoist priests with white hair and beards, dressed in Taoist robes, lined up in the square, watching the two people approach.

After the old Taoist priest brought Lü Qian here, he quickly stepped forward and bowed to a handsome young Taoist priest with black hair in the middle.

"Yin Zu, the person has been brought."

"Go down."

The young man nodded to the old Taoist priest, who then walked to the end of the line.

Looking at the enemy's formation lined up in a row, Lü Qian inexplicably thought of an organization whose aura was exactly the same.

A thought flashed through Lü Qian's mind, and he immediately recognized the identities of the group opposite him. He respectfully bowed to all the Taoists, saying, "Disciple Lü Qian of Wudang greets all the venerable masters!"

The young Taoist priest, known as Yin Zu, carried a sword on his back, wore a golden lotus crown on his head bound with a jade hairpin, and had a whisk draped over his arm. His long white hair cascaded down his Taoist robe, giving him the air of a sword immortal.

Of course, calling him a sword immortal is not unreasonable, after all, he is different from the one who was vilified in the novel, but is the famous "Qinghe Zhenren" Yin Zhiping.

This patriarch was a virtuous and genuine cultivator in reality. He was the sixth-generation leader of the Quanzhen School of Taoism and had studied under five of the Seven Immortals. He was a true and authentic Taoist master.

He's not some lecherous thief!

Yin Zu nodded and took a few steps toward Lü Qian. As he moved, the Taoists who had been standing in a line on either side of him followed suit.

These Taoist priests lined up in two rows, with Yin Zu and Lü Qian sandwiched in the middle.

The scene felt somewhat like a powerful entity receiving foreign guests, which surprised Lü Qian.

Yin Zu stopped three steps away from Lü Qian. He waved his whisk, and a prayer mat appeared behind everyone present.

"Young man, don't think so much. We've only been observing people's words and actions today, and it's already quite interesting."

Yin Zu gestured for everyone to sit down with him, and Lü Qian did not dare to be negligent, so he sat cross-legged on the futon with the other patriarchs.

He looked at Lü Qian and asked with a smile, "Junior, are you wondering why my master and ancestor are nowhere to be seen?"

"May I ask who the patriarch is?"

"They have become celestial beings and are naturally no longer here, but of course, they have always been here."

Faced with Lü Qian's question, Yin Zu remained silent, then shook his head, "Alright, I can't say any more."

"Getting back to the main point, you, junior, have now [enlightened your mind] and [turned over the five fingers in your heart], so you can be said to have officially embarked on the path of cultivation and can be called a [Practitioner]."

"This journey of seeking the truth has been filled with trials and tribulations, and it has only just begun."

Where you end up, where you end up, and how you end up depends entirely on yourself.

"At most, we, your patriarchs, can pave a wider and smoother path for you, but you must know that you must overcome your own tribulations and walk your own path."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

Lu Qian bowed to Yin Zu before him, "This junior understands. I am confident that I can walk this path to immortality and that I will succeed in traversing it, thus reopening the Heavenly Gate for my Quanzhen Sect!"

"Alright, I will now pave the way for you, the 'Traveler,' and pass on the 'Twenty-Four Secrets of the Golden Gate and Jade Lock.'"