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

After returning to the shantytown and finding out that everyone was planning to protest together at 12 a.m., Lu Xuan went straight home.

I was going to follow the protest in the evening, but it seemed I couldn't sleep. It was too early at the moment, so I had to catch up on my nap.

After cooking a bowl of instant noodles and setting the alarm clock, Lu Xuan lay on the bed and performed the Jade Tower Breathing Technique, constantly moving the essence and tempering his body while breathing.

While carrying it, he unconsciously fell asleep, but he still followed the Jade Tower Breathing Method every time he breathed in and out, and the movement of essence did not stop.

The body is getting stronger bit by bit quietly.

"Luoyang City is so prosperous." Zhang Ling yawned and turned his head and said: "Teacher, when can I join the world? I have already thought about it. I want to assist Qi Xiaobai and unify the old mountains and rivers!"

The old man surnamed Li glanced at him:

"The Great Zhou Qi has not been exhausted, and there are still four thousand years of luck."

Zhang Ling curled his lips:

"Such vassal states have long been separated from each other. I'm afraid it won't be that long. Moreover, you often say that the sky is unpredictable and people are impermanent. How can you determine how much strength the dynasty has left now?"

“The future is uncertain, but the past is done.”

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ling was a little curious, and then he seemed to remember something and asked again:

"By the way, teacher, when will that little guy Lu Xuan come next time? Will it take another two or three days?"

"Here he is, right outside the door."

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the door open, and a young man walked in slowly.

"Grandpa Li, Brother Zhang." Lu Xuan bowed honestly, not being unscrupulous because this was his dream, he still followed the rules and etiquette.

In other words, follow your heart.

"The little guy is here?" Zhang Ling smiled and wanted to pat Lu Xuan on the head. After thinking about it, he felt a little regretful: "Oh, you are sixteen years old, you can't treat him like a child anymore."

With that said, he turned to pat Lu Xuan on the shoulder and whispered:

"Little guy, please advise the teacher. The teacher likes you. Let him let me out and let me into the world!"

Lu Xuan glanced at the collection of books in the room, then at the plainly dressed old man, and then said honestly:

"Brother Zhang, there must be a reason why Grandpa Li won't let you go out."

"Come on," Zhang Ling sighed, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly froze for a moment and let out a light sigh:

"Little guy, have you practiced?"

Lu Xuan was stunned for a moment, nodded and said:

"Well, I practiced a scripture called Yulou Tuna Technique."

"The Jade Tower Breathing Method?" Zhang Ling muttered in a low voice: "I have no impression. It sounds like it has something to do with the Jade Tower Scripture?"

Immediately, he said carelessly:

"If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. Although you haven't joined the teacher's disciples, it's okay for me to give you some pointers. Don't look at me. I follow the teacher here every day to collect books. If you really want to talk about my cultivation, I'm probably an immortal. of."

Lu Xuan nodded seriously. He didn't believe it, but he didn't believe it either. He just looked at the time as usual, then calmly boiled the water and cooked the meal. The smoke of fireworks lingered in the spacious study room. rise.

Even though he was in a dream, he was never arrogant or impetuous. On the first day he came here, he was responsible for cooking, sweeping books and removing ashes.

I had this dream for seven years, burned the fire for seven years, cooked for seven years, and organized the book collection for seven years.

"Grandpa Li, Brother Zhang, it's time to eat."

Lu Xuan placed the food on the low wooden table very carefully. The plainly dressed old man put down the bamboo slips, walked over slowly, and sat down.

"It smells good," the old man commented.

"As always." Zhang Ling took a bite of the food and said.

The young man smiled happily. Since the death of old man Chu, only here, only in this dream, has made him feel at home, as if he has a family.

After finishing the meal, Lu Xuan took out the dishes and washed them again. When he returned to the house, the old man suddenly said:

"Xiaoxuan."

"Grandpa Li." Lu Xuan quickly bowed.

"Although you are a foreigner, you have been with me, an old man, for seven years."

"And me!" Zhang Ling interrupted.

The old man glared at him angrily and continued to Lu Xuan:

"Although you and I are not destined to be masters and disciples, we are destined to be together for seven years. How about I give you a Taoist scripture?"

Lu Xuan cupped his hands and said seriously:

"No, all of this is what I am willing to do. Being with Grandpa Li and Brother Zhang, I feel like I have a family."

"You mean, we are your family?" Zhang Ling said amusedly: "If it is true, the cause and effect will be huge!"

Lu Xuan was silent for a moment, feeling a little disappointed, and then bowed again:

"Just for me."

"Okay, okay, you little guy, are you still wronged?" Zhang Ling stroked his forehead helplessly: "Teacher wants to give you a Taoist scripture, so just keep it. This is your fate, a great fate! "

He seemed to be afraid that Lu Xuan would not take him seriously, so his tone lost the frivolity of the past and became very serious.

Lu Xuan bowed again but said nothing.

The old man beside him laughed a little and said softly:

"My child, if I don't give you this Taoist scripture, I will owe you a share of seven years of karma. Just keep it."

Hearing this, Lu Xuan no longer dared to refuse:

"The younger generation doesn't dare, so I will accept it respectfully."

The old man stroked his beard and nodded:

"Can you ask for anything?"

Lu Xuan was stunned for a moment, thought for a long time, nodded, shook his head again, and said:

"Here, I just want to be able to cook and cook every day as before. Grandpa Li and Brother Zhang are always here. That is the best. Outside of this place, in another world, my wish is very big. "

"for example?"

It was because he was in a dream that Lu Xuan rarely opened his heart:

"Probably take revenge first, and then try to see it forever."

"What grudge?"

"The lives of people in a city are at odds with each other."

As Lu Xuan spoke, he couldn't help but recall that seven years ago, the entire city was blocked for no apparent reason, and mysterious people arrived one after another to carry out brutal and inhumane killings.

At that time, I was only nine years old when I was sent out of the city, only to find that my household registration was gone and I became a federal gangster. Fortunately, I caught a ride and escaped all the way to Donghai City.

"Why do you want to live forever?" The old man surnamed Li asked again at this time.

Lu Xuan came to his senses and said frankly:

"Because I don't want to die."

It was Grandpa Zhang who sent him out of that city with his life. He could not let him down and he could not die again.

The old man was silent at first, then chuckled:

"Since you have entered the spiritual realm and want to live forever, I will give you a magical power. If you can learn it, it can be your support on the road to eternal life."

While he was talking, he pulled out an ancient book from nowhere. It was not a bamboo slip, but a book made of paper that should not exist in this era.

Lu Xuan saluted and took it.

On the cover of the book, there are a few ordinary characters written: [Tiangang Thirty-six Methods]

"Three three are endless, six six are endless. This Dharma Sutra contains thousands of magical powers. You can choose one of them and I will teach you." The old man said.

Lu Xuan opened the thin ancient book. There was nothing in it, only thirty-six names were recorded.

Such as moving stars to change buckets, reversing yin and yang, spreading golden light on the ground, and holding the five thunders.

The young man was stunned for a long time, and then he laughed to himself.

Why did you really choose it?

It is a dream after all. Even if there is such a scripture, if you read it, you will forget it like the past when you wake up.

He pursed his lips and pointed lightly:

"That's it."

Zhang Ling poked his head out curiously. What the young man was referring to was "Mediating Good Fortune".

"You really dare to choose!" He exclaimed: "The first of the thirty-six Dharma, the first of the thirty-six great magical powers. Little guy, you have a good sense, but you'd better choose another one, you can't learn it."

After a pause, Zhang Ling said seriously:

"Even the immortals and Buddhas in the sky, and even the arrogant demon king, cannot learn it. Even the heavenly Buddha can't master this method. Even if he truly learns it, it will be difficult to use it without the power of pouring heaven!"

Lu Xuan blinked his eyes cutely.

And Zhang Ling is still chattering:

"Do you know, Nuwa, the Empress who mediates creation? She used this method to create the human race countless years ago! Mediating creation can evolve the heaven and earth and create all things!"

Lu Xuan seemed to understand, tilting his head:

"But I've already chosen."

Zhang Ling was choked and was speechless for a moment.

The old man who had been silent until now spoke calmly:

"Now that I've chosen, that's it, kid, let's see."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man tapped his finger lightly.

Mottled starlight fell on Lu Xuan's head, into his spiritual world and the ocean of his soul.

Immediately, the starlight suddenly expanded and evolved into an indescribable, mysterious and mysterious ancient scripture, accompanied by the sound of bells and drums, the sound of sacrifices, and the cry of the first baby since the beginning of the world!

After a long time, the old man took back his palm and asked softly:

"Remember?"

"Remember." Lu Xuan saluted.

"Then go ahead and practice. Although as Zhang Ling said, you can't really use this great magical power without the power of the sky, but understanding a little bit of it is enough to support you to reach the realm of immortality."

Lu Xuan nodded seriously, marveling at the terrifying and mysterious supreme scripture. After just thinking about it for a moment, he became mesmerized.

He was not sad because he would forget it after waking up. Hearing the Tao at this moment was enough.

Time passed and his vision suddenly darkened.

wake up.

Lu Xuan disappeared from the room out of thin air. Zhang Ling didn't seem to notice it, or maybe he was just not surprised.

He just asked:

"Teacher, do you really teach him how to mediate with nature? If he can't learn it, why don't you take him under your wing? I think that guy is pretty good, but I don't know what his qualifications are."

The old man glanced at him:

"The opportunity is not enough. There is no master-disciple relationship between me and that kid. Don't even think about accepting a disciple. He will probably come for the last time."

"Why?" Zhang Ling was stunned.

The old man replied:

"He doesn't belong here. He should go to another segment. Although I can let him come here all the time, I won't do it. My way is to do nothing."

Zhang Ling felt a little regretful:

"Isn't this the last time I can see Xiao Luxuan? I don't know if we can see each other again in the future!"

"Don't sigh, it's fate." The old man said calmly: "Leave your name."

"What?" Zhang Ling didn't react.

The old man surnamed Li stood up and spoke softly:

"I have a son, Lu Xuan, who has served me for seven years. He knows etiquette and practices morality. He has kept the Zhou Dynasty for ten thousand years and has made great achievements in collecting books. He should leave his name in history and serve as an official."

Zhang Ling simply nodded, hesitated, and asked for the last time:

"You really don't want to accept a disciple? How about taking a name like me? Maybe that child's qualifications are as good as his mind, and he is also the best choice?"

The old man shook his head:

"I have already said it before. Even if the child really understands the basics of mediating destiny, I will not accept a disciple. At most, I will give him three points of opportunity."

"Come on, if you really have that kind of talent, it's amazing that you can hold it back." Zhang Ling muttered in a low voice, casually took out a blank bamboo slip and engraved on it.

[In the room of the Great Zhou Shou Zang, there is a minor official named Lu Xuan. He has been with the 17th Shou Zangshi for more than seven years. He has worked conscientiously and made no mistakes. Li Er, the Shou Zangshi, praised him and said: "Knowing the etiquette and law, practicing morality, and guarding thousands of people in the Zhou Dynasty." Collecting books every year is a meritorious service. 】