Dreams lead to ancient times? I am really not an ancient Taoist ancestor

In ancient Luoyang, palaces and palaces stood staggered, and pavilions and buildings were like forests.

To the east of the city, in a majestic and simple octagonal square building, Lu Xuan, who has a childish appearance but is extremely handsome, is concentrating on arranging the rolls of bamboo slips, sweeping away the dust from them carefully and meticulously.

Not far away, an old man and a middle-aged man were sitting opposite each other. The old man was wearing a simple long coat and looked full of knowledge. He was also like a bad old man next door, without any majesty.

The middle-aged man has a majestic face, but he has a playful smile and is quite frivolous.

"Teacher, it's not that I didn't lay a good foundation. If I didn't build the Jade Tower carefully, the Divine Staircase will be towering and the Heavenly Gate will be majestic."

"Okay!" The old man blew his beard and glared: "If you don't even understand the nature of [Innate Essence], you brat will suffer a big loss sooner or later!"

"Can you tell me more about it?" Zhang Ling chuckled, with a flattering smile on his face.

The old man was silent for a long time, feeling a little annoyed:

"Look at your senior brothers, then look at Xian Xing, and I'll tell you more!"

"Okay!" Zhang Ling smiled brightly, and then as if he remembered something, he greeted the young man who was sorting the books in the corner:

"Xiao Luxuan, come here and listen together, maybe it will be of some benefit to you in the future!"

"Oh, here it comes."

Lu Xuan put down the bamboo slips, responded honestly, walked over quickly, and made the following rituals:

"Grandpa Li, Brother Zhang."

"Sit down and listen!" Zhang Ling pressed Lu Xuan's shoulder and asked him to sit down, and said angrily: "There is no need to abide by those complicated etiquette. How many times have I told you, it is not necessary."

Lu Xuan nodded and shook his head honestly, neither refuting nor obeying.

"You little guy!"

"Okay." The old man surnamed Li said slowly and warmly: "Listen to my explanation."

Zhang Ling looked solemn, while Lu Xuan lowered his head, as if he was listening attentively.

"[Essence] is the root of the human body and the source of the body. The acquired essence exists in all things and has no definite value. However, the innate essence has a constant. If it is three or two or three during life, it will also exist in three or two or three at death. It does not increase or decrease. .”

Lu Xuan gradually became obsessed with it, and when he came back to his senses, the old man in front of him had disappeared, replaced by a dilapidated ceiling, with a dim electric lamp hanging from it, swaying gently and making a creaking sound.

wake up.

He had this dream for seven years.

Every two or three days, when he goes to sleep when his mind is stable, Lu Xuan will dream of the building full of books, Grandpa Li and Brother Zhang,

Not only that, this dream is still coherent, just like a TV series. Seven years have passed since the dream, and seven years have passed in the dream.

"The essence of nature is the essence of nurture." Recalling what the old man said in his dream, Lu Xuan stretched and felt refreshed.

Well, every time after listening to Grandpa Li speak something, after waking up, I always feel as if my whole body has been washed by the water of the Milky Way, from head to toe, from body to spirit.

He steamed the overnight steamed buns and carefully squeezed out a handful of mustard. After eating, Lu Xuan turned his ears and heard the sound of spring rain outside the house, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"It's raining, so there shouldn't be anyone on the street, so no one will compete with me."

After taking a glance at the small but neat and clean room to make sure that nothing was forgotten, Lu Xuan stuffed his snakeskin bag, held an old umbrella, and pushed out the door.

What comes into view is the usual dirty street with a sour smell. Even if the spring rain breaks the soil, there is no fragrance, only the sour smell is worse.

The long street outside the house and the small square inch inside the house are like two worlds, one is dilapidated and dirty, and the other is not stained by dust, just like light green lotus growing in the mud.

The young man was carrying a snakeskin bag and an old umbrella. He walked calmly and peacefully and soon reached the edge of the shantytown.

"Boy Lu, are you going out to pick up trash again??"

Butcher Zheng, who was pushing piles of pork and lived in the same slum, shouted:

"Are you going to the protest march tonight?"

"Protest march?" Lu Xuan was a little surprised: "Uncle Zheng, what happened?"

"You don't know yet?" Butcher Zheng spat: "What else could it be? Demolition, no one is willing to do it!"

Lu Xuan became even more confused and asked softly:

"Uncle Zheng, why don't you want to? Isn't this a good thing? Even if the developer is more shady and the money is less, at least everyone can find a better place to live."

"Who said they were demolishing the shanty town?" Butcher Zheng said angrily: "Those bastards are going to demolish the cemetery behind and the ancestral graves of every family in our house!"

Lu Xuan spoke like a conditioned reflex:

"no!"

"That's not possible!" Butcher Zheng said indignantly: "The main thing is to demolish the tombs and give them very little. To disturb the purity of our ancestors for three melons and two dates? Bah!"

After a pause, he said again:

"By the way, are you going to the protest tonight?"

Lu Xuan said without thinking:

"I will definitely go!"

"Okay, I knew you would go!" Butcher Zheng said with a smile: "You have a conscience, I guess you are the most unwilling to dismantle the grave. After all, old man Chu was buried not long ago."

Seven years ago, Lu Xuan, who had just turned nine years old, fled alone to Donghai City. If it hadn't been for the shelter of old man Chu in the shanty town, he would have starved to death on the street.

After all, the Federation has express regulations that no one is allowed to recruit minors to work. Even now, Lu Xuan can't find a way to survive and can only earn a small amount of money by selling scrap products.

At that time, Lu Xuan was adopted by Old Man Chu, and the two lived together for seven years. Until two months ago, the old man passed away peacefully in his sleep. It was considered a good death, and he left such a dilapidated house to Lu Xuan.

At that time, Lu Xuan was penniless, so he borrowed Butcher Zheng's shovel and dug for most of the night before burying Old Man Chu in the cemetery. He slept in the tomb for seven days and kept watch for seven days.

Perhaps there really was a spirit in heaven. During the twelfth lunar month of winter, Lu Xuan, who was sleeping on the ground in the cemetery, did not catch a cold. He was just severely cold, so he avoided a serious illness.

"Okay, I'm going to the vegetable market." Butcher Zheng looked at the clean young man in front of him and couldn't help but sigh, how could this kid look like he grew up in a slum? Too much kindness, too much purity.

It's a pity. If you were born into a wealthy family, you would definitely be able to go to a key high school and become a spiritual practitioner and a great master in the future.

Shaking his head, Butcher Zheng sighed for a moment, then hurried away with his cart.

Lu Xuan didn't stop at all. After walking out of the shanty town, he walked around in Xiacheng District. As expected, there were no people on the street because of the rain. There were no old ladies who used to grab cans with him.

Within a few hours, he collected a pocket full of crushed cans and exchanged them for a crumpled fifty-dollar bill at the scrap station.

After looking at his phone, Lu Xuan's eyes lit up slightly:

"It's almost time."

He ran all the way from Xiacheng District to Shangcheng District and all the way to Donghai High School.

Donghai High School is the best key high school in Donghai City and one of the few schools that offers spiritual training courses.

Although it’s only one session a week, parents in Donghai City flock to it because it’s a spiritual practice!

Stopping at the back door of Donghai High School, I went to a small shop and bought a pack of cigarettes for 40 yuan. I only had 10 yuan left of the 50 yuan I earned all morning.

Lu Xuan walked forward happily.

"grandfather!"

The guard trembled with fright and said angrily:

"I forgot that you brat is coming today. Go in. It's still the same old rules. If you get caught, don't say that I let you in!"

"Thank you, old man!" Lu Xuan put down his cigarette case and thanked him repeatedly.

"I told you no, you brat!" the guard cursed, "I've told that brat several times not to sell you cigarettes. If you do this again, I'll quit smoking!"

"Then I have to buy it for you!" Lu Xuan said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, hurry in!" The guard said angrily and opened the iron door a crack. Lu Xuan thanked him again, held his old umbrella and ran in quickly.

As he ran, he felt excited. After listening to the cultivation theory for a whole year, today, he was finally going to talk about the real cultivation method!