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

Chapter 237 The Cause and Effect of the Yellow Millet Dream, Old Friends

In Lü Qian's view, neither of the two groups that have entered Tongtian Valley can be considered friendly guests.

Tongtian Valley has its own protective mechanism. The existence of its energy field is very mysterious. If one takes a wrong step, it will lead to utter destruction.

Furthermore, the Tongtian Valley is guarded by a group of intelligent golden monkeys. Unless someone has been there before, they will be attacked by the monkeys.

Wugensheng had once led Mei Jinfeng into Tongtian Valley, and Mei Jinfeng herself had visited several times over the past few decades, making her the best guide.

In the original novel, Qu Tong instructed Ma Xianhong to use the people of Biyou Village to capture Mei Jinfeng, attempting to enter Tongtian Valley through Mei Jinfeng in order to obtain the collection left behind by Wugensheng.

While Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, along with temporary workers from various regions, were causing havoc in Biyou Village, Qu Tong had already sent people into Tongtian Valley and left behind the oil painting that resembled Feng Baobao.

After Mei Jinfeng was rescued, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao officially entered Tongtian Valley and saw the clues left by Qu Tong.

But now, looking at the neatly arranged items around him, Lü Qian naturally understood that while he was in a dream, Tongtian Valley had also undergone some changes and had not allowed these outsiders to enter.

Whether it was Qu Tong who wanted to go first, or Zhang Chulan and his group who caught up later, they all lined up obediently to walk in.

"Master Ziyang, if you have such abilities, why did you let Wugensheng in in the first place?"

Lu Qian shook his head in puzzlement. Based on his own experience, although Tongtian Valley was right there, whether outsiders could enter depended on fate.

As for the reason for this fate, that is of course up to the owner of this place.

As if finally hearing Lü Qian's question, the laughter and scolding of Master Ziyang echoed in the void.

"You monkey, this is all due to fate and cannot be forced. It is meant to be left to future generations, so why should I, as an predecessor, interfere too much?"

"Master, where is my crane?"

Upon hearing Master Ziyang finally speak, Lü Qian patiently noted down his words and then asked again.

"That white crane was, after all, my first mount, and we've been together since childhood, so we have a deep bond..."

"Do we need to pay more?"

Master Ziyang's voice reappeared. He first made a teasing remark, then feigned anger and said, "What kind of rogue do you think I am, young man? Your crane is in the valley; you'll see it as soon as you go out."

Then, Master Ziyang changed the subject, his tone becoming extremely profound and unfathomable, "Journey, the causes of the past have already been sown. What kind of fruit you reap today is all due to your past choices."

"A dream of wealth and glory, a hundred years have passed; now, old friends return."

"There are still some things left unfinished from everything you did in your dream."

"Hahaha... juniors, you can settle your own grudges."

The voice of Master Ziyang gradually faded into the void, leaving only Lü Qian, who was holding his whisk and frowning in thought, and the deep, dark cave returned to silence.

The words left by the patriarch collided with various thoughts in Lü Qian's mind. For a time, all sorts of possibilities, sparking with inspiration, were constantly born, only to be rejected by Lü Qian.

"The dream of wealth and glory seems both real and unreal, and the experiences within it did not take place in this world, but rather in the [inner world]..."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Lü Qian, as if a bolt of lightning pierced through his head, illuminating his chaotic thoughts.

"Interior view... Oh no, could it really be what I'm thinking?"

As inspiration struck, a logical thread was unraveled by Lü Qian from the tangled mess of possibilities, much like peeling back layers of an onion.

The inner landscape is the collection of the thoughts and wills of all beings. It transcends the boundaries of time and space and can be seen as the common ground where all possibilities of time and space intertwine.

In the dream of the Yellow Millet, Lü Qian lived a carefree and unrestrained life, and some of his experiences could only be secretly enjoyed by himself, otherwise they would become his dark history.

The generations on Wudang Mountain are confused, so he becomes a disciple of Zhou Meng.

When they encountered the Lü family members, they took advantage of their unknown identities to play tricks on Lü Ci;

The fan at the Lu family's birthday banquet—oops, those two punches that landed on Zhang Zhiwei's face...

Thinking of this, Lü Qian couldn't help but cover his face and said with some shame, "Grandmasters, please don't actually do this, or I'll be really finished."

"The dream of wealth and glory reflects all the beings connected to me. How can I face my grandfather and the old Celestial Master and other seniors?"

Logically speaking, only those who have achieved ascension to immortality can use their supernatural powers in the inner realm.

Although Lü Qian is only one step away from ascending to immortality, before taking that step, he is still just an ordinary little Taoist priest.

However, there was a bunch of idle patriarchs and immortals in the [Inner Realm]!

They say practice makes perfect, and after being pulled into the inner sanctum several times, it would be strange if Lü Qian didn't notice anything fishy.

The attitudes of the various patriarchs towards him show that these ascensionists not only paid attention to him, but they could also visit each other and exchange ideas.

What insights are we sharing?

Naturally, it's about the "experience" of nurturing Lü Qian, a junior colleague.

Thinking of this, Lü Qian felt that his speculation was becoming more and more likely to come true. He sighed when he thought about the possible beating he might face from a group of elderly people when he got home.

"Fine, once I've dealt with this, I'll go wander around outside for a bit and lay low for a while."

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings."

Lu Qian twirled his whisk, and the pure white dust streaked through the air. The ordinary, soft silk threads suddenly revealed their sharpness, resembling a cluster of blooming sword flowers.

The sword flashed and disappeared in an instant; Lü Qian's figure vanished from the spot.

First, find some suckers to vent your frustrations.

……

Meanwhile, the inner void was not peaceful either. Several figures sat together, with Lu Qian's angry back, holding a whisk, appearing in the middle.

"Haha, this monkey is quite perceptive, but unfortunately he can only guess one or two of the points."

Guo Zu, far away in the Nine Peaks Iron Mountain in the Northeast, stroked his beard, shook his head, and said, "The remaining mysteries will ultimately only be understood after he ascends to immortality."

"The cause and effect between the Medicine Immortal Society and the Western eccentrics was sown in a dream, and the fruit will surely come a hundred years later."

"Fellow Daoist Yuanxu, shall we make the move?"

As he spoke, Guo Zu turned to look at the middle-aged Taoist priest in a Wudang Taoist robe beside him. The flow of Yin and Yang energy revealed the priest's disheveled appearance.

Daoist Yuanxu nodded, flicked his fingers, and a dreamlike silver light bloomed at his fingertips, condensing into a fluttering butterfly.

"Of course, Master Nanhua's Dream Butterfly has been waiting for a long time."

As soon as the words left her lips, the illusory butterfly swayed, its wings fluttering with silvery light, multiplying from one to two, from two to four, from four to eight...

In the void, a hazy, dreamlike murmur seemed to echo, "I think, therefore I am."

Countless dream butterflies fluttered towards various parts of the inner void, leaving only a few slowly dissipating silver light trails behind them.

……

Inside Lüjia Village, Lü Ci sat in a pavilion atop the mountain, squinting as he enjoyed the cool, gentle mountain breeze.

At this moment, his posture was no longer tense, but gentle, like that of an elderly person enjoying their retirement, exuding the kindness and amiability of an elder.

"Xiao, pour some tea."

He waved his hand behind him, and Lü Xiao, who had been standing to one side, quickly stepped forward and gently poured Lü Ci a cup of steaming tea.

"Glug glug..."

The tea soup flowed down the spout of the teapot, swirling in the delicate white porcelain teacup, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Yes, it has to be this tea set that I have treasured that makes me feel comfortable."

The melodious sound of water gradually faded away, and the rising steam lingered at the rim of the cup, vaguely intertwining to form a lotus flower.

Lu Ci, behaving like the head of a noble family, elegantly held up three fingers to lift the teacup, ready to savor it.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze rippled the calm surface of the teacup.

Lu Ci, who had been squinting, paused slightly, as if he had taken a nap. A glint flashed in his eyes, and he tightened his grip on the teacup.

"Snap!"

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Chapter 2 from yesterday!

Two more chapters today, it feels like I'm back!