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

Chapter 159 Wang Weiguo: Daoist Master, no, Immortal...

"唳~"

The clear and melodious cry of a crane echoed in the Wang family's mountain garden. The Wang couple, who were in the pavilion, looked up at the sky and saw a huge white crane flying in the air, its posture elegant and noble.

"Dad, Mom, I'm home."

On the back of the white crane, Wang Ye leaned out and waved to the two dumbfounded people below. His robes and hair were fluttering in the air currents, and from a distance, he really did look like a Taoist master, because the young Taoist in front of him looked more like an immortal.

"Wang Shanxin, how have you been?"

The young Taoist priest wore an ordinary dark blue Taoist robe, had a wooden hairpin in his hair, and carried a peach wood sword on his back, but his demeanor was truly unlike that of an ordinary person.

At first glance, the Taoist priest appeared handsome and extraordinary, descending with a white crane. Upon closer inspection, the priest seemed even more divine. His aura was clear and natural, and his speech was accompanied by a tranquil sound that calmed the mind.

"唳~"

The white crane flapped its wings and flew towards the pavilions and waterside terraces below. Its claws swept across the water, leaving a long ripple. As the crane approached, gusts of wind blew towards the Wang couple.

"This...this..."

As the white crane landed below the pavilion, the Wang couple stood up and looked at the two people on its back, unsure of what to say.

"唳~"

"Dad, Mom!"

Wang Ye jumped off the crane's back and walked towards the two with open arms, smiling. "It's been so many years since I last saw you, sons, I've missed you so much."

However, the couple ignored Wang Ye's enthusiasm. They brushed aside the arm blocking their way, walked past Wang Ye who was walking towards them, and looked at the extraordinary young Taoist.

For these wealthy people who no longer care about money, good health and longevity have become their greatest desires, which is why the so-called Taoist and Taoist sects have an extraordinary appeal.

Now that the two have arrived riding cranes, and the king is their son, he naturally understands that the king is no match for an immortal. Therefore, the extraordinary young Taoist priest behind him is the true cultivator.

"This humble Taoist priest, Xuan Yang of Wudang, greets you two devout believers."

Lü Qian smiled and dismounted from the crane's back. A gentle breeze swirled around him, straightening his hair and clothes. He stepped forward and performed a Taoist salute to the two of them.

"唳~"

Behind him, the white crane standing below also let out a long cry and spread its broad, white wings.

"Alright, alright, please, Taoist priest."

The Wang couple finally came to their senses and extended their arms to guide Lü Qian.

"Good heavens, you arrived riding a crane! This is the work of immortals. You must be a true cultivator. Please come in quickly."

"Wang Shanxin, you're too kind. I am the senior brother of Junior Brother Wang Ye, and we both cultivate under Master Yunlong. I am just an ordinary little Taoist."

Lü Qian nodded and, led by the two men, entered the pavilion.

The three walked past Wang Ye and, seeing the stunned Wang Ye, Wang Weiguo couldn't help but elbow him, saying angrily, "Why didn't you tell me that this is how people cultivate on Wudang Mountain? This isn't a Taoist priest, this is an immortal!"

Wang Ye pressed his chest and laughed twice at Wang Weiguo, "You didn't ask either."

"You little brat, just you wait."

Wang Weiguo pointed at Wang Ye, then turned to see Lü Qian, who had suppressed his anger and stepped forward with a smile. "Haha, so you're one of us. Don't be so polite, please have a seat!"

Everyone then took their seats. Madam Wang put her arm around Wang Ye and rubbed his face. "Look at you, you've gotten so thin. But the cultivation on Wudang Mountain is profound, you must work hard."

"Yeah, you better not slack off."

Wang Weiguo picked up the conversation and asked Lü Qian, "Master Xuanyang, how is my Wang Ye's cultivation on the mountain? Has he caused any trouble for you high-ranking cultivators?"

"How about this, I'll call the finance department later and donate some incense money to Wudang from my personal account as a small token of my appreciation."

"There's no need for that. I'm only here today to escort Junior Brother Wang Ye home. Wang Shanxin, there's no need for you to spend money."

Lü Qian smiled and waved to Wang Weiguo, "If I were to accept the incense money from the believers, wouldn't I be seen as a beggar coming to my door?"

"Junior Brother Wang Ye, don't you think so?"

Upon hearing Lü Qian's words, Wang Ye immediately understood what the other party wanted to do. He quickly chimed in, "Yes, Father, those on Wudang Mountain are all true cultivators who don't care about money. It's just that the temples and monasteries on Wudang Mountain are a bit dilapidated recently and need maintenance."

"You can help the Taoist priests resolve these worldly matters, so that they are not disturbed by worldly affairs and can better cultivate themselves."

Many of the palaces and temples on Wudang Mountain are ancient relics, and the restoration of these ancient buildings is no simple task.

This requires not only a lot of money and manpower, but also enough connections to collect the required materials and contact skilled craftsmen.

Otherwise, what is ultimately built will only be a superficial imitation, completely different from the original antique palaces and temples that concealed hidden secrets.

"Yeah, look at my brain."

Wang Weiguo slapped the table. "We've been in contact with the tourism bureau, and the renovation work on Wudang Mountain is almost finalized. I'll give the order later to increase investment. Not only should the temples be renovated, but several more should be built to provide shelter for the Taoist priests."

"Master Xuanyang, what is your opinion?"

"In that case, thank you very much, Wang Shanxin."

Lu Qian smiled and gave the Wang couple a Tai Chi bow, saying, "Junior Brother Wang Ye is exceptionally talented and has been highly regarded by the three Grand Masters who have been in seclusion. His cultivation over the years has yielded considerable results."

"A few days ago, we were invited by the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain to participate in the Luotian Grand Ritual. We arrived this morning on a crane, flying over rivers and mountains all the way. We've kept you two believers waiting for a long time."

"Soon, I heard from the Taoist priest that you haven't had lunch yet. I'll have someone prepare some right away."

Madam Wang waved her hand and said kindly, "Daoist, please don't be so polite. Since you are Xiao Ye's senior brother, we are all family. Please rest at my house tonight, and I will have Xiao Ye take you to the city for a stroll tonight."

"Thank you for your hospitality, both of you."

"Alright, Mom and Dad, let us wash up and change our clothes first."

Wang Ye yawned and got up from the stool. After returning home, his behavior was somewhat casual and lazy, with a naturalness he didn't usually display.

The world is a whirlwind of change, and everywhere is different. Since we are destined to experience this world, let us open our hearts to see, observe, and understand.

At this point, Wang also began to leave the mountains in his heart and officially began his travels.

The four of them walked out of the mountain garden and headed towards the villa.

As the sun began to set, its golden rays bathed the manor.

……

At this time in Beijing, Baiyun Temple

In the dimly lit room, two candles burned slowly, their flames flickering and casting shimmering shadows.

Fang Dongtian, with his eyes closed, sat cross-legged on the couch. His face was aged and his body was withered, surrounded by a faint aura of decay.

"Alas, the alchemical method is wonderful, it can make a rootless tree come back to life, but a tree without roots cannot complete its cultivation and will eventually decay."

Amidst the flickering light and shadow, Fang Dongtian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat clouded. "That kid should have arrived in Beijing by now."

"Huang Ting's enlightenment was truly extraordinary."

"Since that's the case, I, this withered piece of wood, should also see this young, ancient tree one last time, and see if the afterglow of my withered wood can illuminate a little of its darkness."

"The Way of Yang Shen, although that boy has already grasped it, can do even better, so let him do it."