Under One Person: Brother Zuo, I have reached the Nascent Soul stage

Chapter 17 There Really Are Dragons in the World

The forest was shrouded in mist and rain, but the storm had not yet arrived.

The river flow is like a wisp of green smoke. With a light tap of the toes, a distance of three meters is passed in the blink of an eye.

He did not climb up the mountain along the path, but went straight to the top of the mountain at an angle.

As we got closer to the top of the mountain, the sounds of bells and drums became clearer and clearer, and when they reached our ears, they felt deafening.

When Jiang Liu reached the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, the sound of bells and drums stopped.

The eaves were broken, the tiles were almost intact, and moss grew on the ground at the door. It was called a Taoist temple, but it was just a dilapidated house.

Seeing this, Jiang Liu was slightly stunned, with some confusion in his eyes.

He stepped in, and at that moment, lightning flashed above his head and a dull thunder rumbled.

An old man in a coarse Taoist robe in the Taoist temple put down the wooden stakes used to strike the bells and drums and slowly turned his head.

The thin figure, pale hair, but the eyes were so bright that Jiang Liu actually reminded him of a newborn baby.

"To be able to hear the sound of bells and drums is fate."

"Come in and sit down."

The old man said softly, then turned and went into the house.

Jiang Liu was puzzled, but did not hesitate. Instead, he sat on one of the few cushions in the Taoist temple.

The futon was wrapped in cloth and seemed to be stuffed with straw, making it look very simple.

The old Taoist didn't say much, but lit three incense sticks towards the tablet in front of him.

Jiang Liu looked at the tablet carefully and saw the words "Qi Shen" written on it. His eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.

He observed the old Taoist carefully, but unexpectedly found that there was no Qi flowing in the other party's body.

There are only two reasons why this could happen. One is that the old Taoist himself is not a person who practices Qi cultivation. The other is that the old Taoist in the mountains has far surpassed him in terms of spiritual and spiritual cultivation, and is no longer something he can fathom.

“A superior man, upon hearing the truth, diligently puts it into practice; an average man, upon hearing the truth, is uncertain whether to practice it or not; an inferior man, upon hearing the truth, laughs loudly at it.”

"Do you think you are a sergeant, a sergeant, or a corporal?"

The old Taoist slowly sat cross-legged and asked with a smile.

"Boom!"

Above the Taoist temple, thunder roared and lightning illuminated the sky brightly.

The next second, heavy rain poured down, and the raindrops fell on the blue bricks in the yard with a crackling sound.

Jiang Liu was slightly startled and couldn't help but start thinking.

The Taoist's question comes from Chapter 41 of the Tao Te Ching, a passage from the Spring and Autumn Annals.

When a superior man hears the truth, he will diligently put it into practice; when a middle man hears the truth, he will think over it repeatedly and will not put it into practice immediately, nor will he give up completely; when an inferior man hears the truth, he will laugh at it with contempt and will always find something to laugh at himself.

Jiang Liu thought carefully. He did not think of himself as a lowly person. Like some people in his previous life, he implemented polarized thinking, seeing things as either black or white, and would always find something to criticize. Instead, he would think and practice objectively.

But if he were to be called a sergeant, that would not be the right term. No matter what, he would not let down his guard.

"Sergeant!"

After a while, Jiang Liu smiled.

“It is important for a person to know himself. Only when he knows his position can he find the way to the future.”

The Taoist priest smiled.

Jiang Liu also smiled gently: "How many years have you been practicing here, old senior?"

"Living in the mountains for so long, I have forgotten spring and autumn."

"I only remember that I was born in the tenth year of Jiaqing."

The Taoist priest smiled.

Hearing this, Jiang Liu was shocked.

"That was a hundred years ago."

Hearing this, the old Taoist felt lost and said, "Have I wasted a hundred years?"

"But I haven't found any direction to become an immortal yet."

He slowly turned his head and looked at the raindrops in the yard.

"Look at the rain in the sky. It comes from the clouds, falls to the ground, gathers into underground rivers, and then flows into the sea through streams and rivers."

"Finally, it evaporates from the sunlight and returns to the sky as clouds."

“Is this also the case with life?”

"In the end, dust returns to dust, ashes returns to ashes."

The old Taoist muttered, his eyes moist.

"I still can't find it. This road is blocked, this road is blocked."

"If you can't escape the cycle of heaven and earth, you can't take the step that will lead you to heaven."

He turned his head slowly and stared at Jiang Liu.

"Can you see it, fellow Daoist?"

"The road ahead is blocked!!!"

Hearing this, Jiang Liu was shocked and speechless for a long time. He still couldn't understand what the old Taoist said, because his life cultivation was far from reaching that level.

"If you take the wrong path, you can never turn back!"

"The biggest illusion of spiritual practice in this world is to tell you that there is a way forward, but in fact it is already a dead end."

"The end of the art, the end of the art!"

The old Taoist looked desperate and sighed sadly.

Jiang Liu listened silently without interrupting.

Naturally, he could not understand the other party's despair, let alone the meaning of these words.

One could only vaguely sense that the other party might be like Zuo Rutong in the future, who would feel despair after seeing the scenery of the third level of rebirth.

There is a similarity between the two.

For a moment, Jiang Liu's heart couldn't help but become gloomy.

Is it true that there are no immortals in this world?
Why is it that in this whole world, there are only various magic techniques but no real way to reach the sky?

The Three Levels of Reverse Rebirth of the Sanyi Sect, the Golden Light Curse of the Longhu Mountain, the Thunder Method, the Eight Unusual Techniques of the Future, etc., are all the limits of the techniques; they only have power but no skills that can truly change the essence of the human body.

"At the end of my life, I can still meet the person I am destined to be with. This is also destiny."

“Although this technique cannot reach the sky, it does have some unique features.”

"Are you interested in learning it?"

The old man calmed down and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Jiang Liu was startled and hesitated a little: "I have already entered the Trinity School, do you mind, Senior?"

"When a person is about to die, what else does he care about?"

The old Taoist laughed.

Then, he took a step forward, his coarse Taoist robe fluttering, and he was already under the rain.

"I have practiced this Dragon Controlling Style all my life, but I have never used it."

"In this life, I only wish to be immortal."

“But until the end of my life, I still couldn’t see that path.”

The old Taoist spoke in a loud voice.

"Road to Road, very Avenue."

"It's famous, but it's very famous."

Laughing out loud, the old Taoist seemed to have let go of everything.

As he spread out his hands, the true energy in his body suddenly coiled up from his waist like a dragon, winding along his arms and roaring in the rain.

Suddenly, an inexplicable majesty swept across the entire Taoist temple.

In front of the tablet of the God of Qi, three incense sticks are emitting green smoke.

The old Taoist's true energy flowed throughout his body, and dragon-like energy coiled into a dragon formation. He opened his mouth and let out a low roar.

"Moo~~"

Profound, heavy, deep, and vicissitudes.

Jiang Liu was startled, and inexplicably remembered the sound of a cow he had heard before.

Then, he saw that as the old Taoist moved, the rain gathered into a giant dragon with fluttering beard and a ferocious face, which looked lifelike.

Only the two eyes were empty, and most of the dragon's spiritual energy was dissipated.

“I once thought that if I could light up this dragon eye and complete this path, would I be able to see another sky?”

“But, I still gave up in the end.”

"Whether this path is perfect or not, how can I not know after practicing to this point?"

Jiang Liu stared at it in a daze.

There was no rain in the courtyard. The old Taoist stood there quietly. A huge dragon stood behind him. It seemed as if the entire courtyard was shrouded and controlled by this man and the dragon.

Majestic, awe-inspiring, vast, magnificent, and solemn.

"Are there really dragons in this world?"

he asked in a murmur.

If there were no dragons, how could such an image of dragon-shaped true Qi be sketched out?

"Hahahaha!"

The old Taoist laughed loudly and the dragon energy behind him dissipated.

"Why don't you go check it out yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he extended a finger from his right hand and pointed towards the clouds.

"Boom!"

A dull thunderous sound roared.

(End of this chapter)