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

Chapter 167 A Dream of Yellow Millet, Without a Certificate of Ordination

"The year of Gengwu? 1930?"

Upon receiving the result, Lü Qian suddenly opened his eyes. He turned around to look at the aura behind him, his eyes filled with fluctuating golden-red flames as he frowned, trying to comprehend the connection between himself and the heavens and earth.

A short while later, he seemed to sense something, relaxed his brow, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"So it was just a dream, Master Ziyang. Could you please give this junior a heads-up before you unleash your supernatural powers next time?"

"After going around in circles, I felt like I had really returned to more than eighty years ago."

"Also, you haven't sent me my crane yet."

As he said this, he took a step to re-enter the Qi Formation, but an invisible barrier seemed to appear on the previously unobstructed path, blocking Lü Qian's steps.

"Haha, you young man, your heart has been broken in a single day. Your youthful spirit is truly like that of a monkey."

The clear and distant voice echoed from the void. He smiled and said, "Back then, the Pure Yang Lu Zu had a dream of the Yellow Millet, which allowed him to sever his worldly ties and awaken his Dao heart. You, his junior, are determined to become a new Lu Zu. Then let me see how you will sever your ties and awaken your Dao heart."

At this point, the voice in the void seemed to remember something, and a breeze swept over Lü Qian, "Since you, as a junior, have returned to your youth, you must naturally have a corresponding appearance, otherwise you will repeat your old mistakes."

The breeze came and went quickly. Lü Qian looked at his own figure, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Master, if I remember correctly, this is what I looked like and looked like when I was 15 years old?"

"I was 26 years old before, and you've reduced that by eleven years. Isn't that a bit too big a leap?"

"And what's more, you didn't seal my supernatural powers and techniques?"

"Not too big, just right."

The voice in the void said with satisfaction, "You had just embarked on the right path when you were fifteen. Now that you are retracing your steps, it is only natural that you should return to your origins."

"As for supernatural powers and methods, these are things you gain on your path of enlightenment, so there's no need to be overly demanding of them."

"As for your white crane, I will look after it for you for now. After all, traveling is the most reliable way. There are countless roads in this world, but how can you know how far you've gone or where you're headed if you don't measure them with your own feet?"

"Go, traveler, now it is your turn to walk this path of the heart once more."

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura that had been circulating in Lü Qian's eyes suddenly disappeared, and the feng shui that had been flowing and evolving within it suddenly fell silent, turning this place back into an ordinary mountain forest.

With a wooden sword on his back and a whisk in his hand, Lü Qian straightened his clothes and bowed to the void, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Ancestor Ziyang."

After performing the ritual, Lü Qian turned and walked down the mountain. He was wearing a Taoist robe, and his demeanor no longer had the extraordinary, quiet, and proud feeling he had before. His eyes were now sparkling with the divine light of a young man.

But compared to the previous Lü Qian who seemed like an enlightened immortal, so lonely and serene, the Lü Qian at this moment is more real, so real that at first glance he looks like a young man wandering in the mortal world.

"When the heart is broken, one's true nature is revealed; it is the spirit of youth that arises."

"A fleeting dream of wealth and glory severs all ties, easing the uneasy feelings in my heart."

Lu Qian walked with light steps, exuding the spirit of youth. As he walked, he expressed the righteous indignation rising in his heart.

"color!"

He walked along, praising himself to himself without feeling ashamed; this is probably the demeanor of a young man.

Just as his figure disappeared into the forest, a cry of alarm suddenly rang out, "Oh no, I don't have my ordination certificate!"

Since ancient times, the identity of a Taoist priest has not been something that can be obtained simply by putting on a Taoist robe. It requires official certification, that is, a certificate of ordination that can prove one's identity.

When Lü Qian first descended the mountain, Zhou Meng gave him a blue cloth package containing a new era-certified ordination certificate, which was also Lü Qian's identity guarantee for traveling the world.

In times of peace, identity verification was not strict, because people could travel freely throughout China.

But things are different now. Lü Qian had a dream and returned to more than eighty years ago. This place was still a chaotic world. Without a certificate of ordination, Lü Qian could only be a refugee and could only take shortcuts when traveling.

As for why he didn't use supernatural powers to travel, it's because Lü Qian's journey was also an indispensable part of his travels!

All that Lü Qian saw and heard along the way were both tribulations and opportunities. Just like his first journey through the world, he chose to complete his journey on foot.

"Well, it seems I have to go back to Wudang first. I hope my grandmaster will recognize me at this time. Otherwise, I can only go to the Lü family to see if I can recognize a great-great-grandfather."

Lu Qian shook his head, changed direction again, and headed towards Wudang Mountain.

But what he didn't know was that the moment he stepped out of the Qinling Mountains, some people in this pipe dream suddenly had a sudden whim.

Wudang Mountain

An elderly Taoist priest, who was rather thin, was sitting cross-legged in the room. Suddenly, he frowned and began to calculate with his hands on his knees.

"Um?"

In an instant, the old Taoist priest came to an answer that he himself could not believe. He opened his eyes in shock and recalculated the results.

"Has a divine seedling been born in Wudang?"

The old Taoist priest immediately closed his eyes. The next moment, he opened them again, his face displaying a variety of expressions, from shock to astonishment, and then from astonishment to ecstasy.

"Hahaha......"

However, before he could finish laughing, the old Taoist priest seemed to have thought of something, and the ecstasy on his face suddenly turned into a look of extreme urgency.

"I almost forgot, a bunch of bandit-like Xuanmen sects are also eyeing it."

The old Taoist priest nimbly leaped up from the futon, the Tai Chi diagram beneath his feet spinning and changing, and in a flash, he rushed out of the gate.

"Zhou Sheng, Zhou Meng, Hong Yin, the three of you go to the Ancestral Master's Hall to see me!"

As the old Taoist priest ran wildly along the mountain path, he amplified his voice with his Qi, and for a moment, his loud and melodious voice could be heard throughout the entire back mountain.

"Junior Brother Hongyin, Master is calling us, so we won't be competing today."

Upon hearing the voice, Zhou Sheng shuddered, his lazy demeanor vanishing as he became extremely serious. He declined Hong Yin's enthusiastic response and turned to call out to the main hall behind him.

"Zhou Xiaohou, where are you? Hurry up and come over here to clear a landmine for your brother."

"Zhou Dahou, today's competition doesn't count. Let's compete again tomorrow."

The moment the old Taoist priest's voice rang out, even the spirited Hong Yin shrank back, but when he saw Zhou Sheng in front of him, his eyes flashed with resentment and anger once again.

"Stop it! Yesterday we had a divination contest, today we have a face reading contest. Junior Brother Hongyin, aren't you tired? Besides, we even drove away a big spender from Wudang Mountain yesterday."

Zhou Sheng, who hadn't been serious for long, became lazy again. "In this world, life is tough without a sugar daddy. Master probably wants to settle accounts with us this time."

"you......"

"Alright, you two, stop arguing. Master is in such a hurry, it must be something important."

A short, young Taoist priest emerged from the main hall. It was none other than the young Zhou Meng. He called out to the two of them, then his figure flashed as he rushed towards the direction of the old Taoist priest.

The two who had been entangled immediately breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Zhou Meng take the lead, and followed Zhou Meng's steps unsteadily toward the back mountain.

When the two arrived at the Ancestral Hall, they saw the old Taoist priest holding a seal and stamping it on a document.

"clatter!"

After affixing the seal, the old Taoist priest picked up the document, blew on it, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.

"Ordination certificate?"

Taking advantage of his tall stature, Zhou Sheng leaned out to look at the document in the old Taoist's hand. He raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "Master, haven't any disciples come up the mountain from Wudang recently? Why do we need to get a certificate of ordination?"

"Let me see, it's called... Lü Qian, and it's still registered under Zhou Meng's name?"

Zhou Sheng's voice suddenly rose, causing Hong Yin and Zhou Meng below to look at the old Taoist priest in surprise.

Zhou Meng's eyes flashed with confusion, but he quickly regained his composure. Hong Yin, however, looked at the old Taoist priest with some indignation.

"Stop babbling, you big monkey."

The old Taoist priest slapped Zhou Sheng's head aside, then picked up a document and clipped it together. After doing this, the old Taoist priest looked at his three disciples with a serious expression.

"I am now giving you three a task. Take this ordination certificate and go down the mountain immediately, heading towards the Qinling Mountains. Take the side paths, not the main roads, and deliver it to the person you think is most suitable."

The old Taoist priest handed the ordination certificate to the bewildered Zhou Sheng, picked it up, and patted him on the head to bring him back to his senses.

"Ouch!"

Zhou Sheng covered his head with his ordination certificate, stepped back between the two below, and asked in confusion, "Master, are you trying to make this complicated?"

"snort!"

Seeing Zhou Sheng's antics, the old Taoist snorted coldly, his expression becoming intriguing. "If you and Hong Yin succeed in this, I will forgive and forget the mistakes you made yesterday."

"Get out of here right now and leave immediately!"

"yes!"

Seeing the old Taoist priest's serious expression, the three of them not only did not neglect him, but also bowed to him and immediately slipped out of the temple.

After the three left, the old Taoist priest turned to look at the statue in the Ancestral Hall, and a smile returned to his face.

"Hehehe, it's only right that Wudang brings him back. Those bandit-like Xuanmen sect leaders can't take it from me."

"Hahaha......"

……

Just as the old Taoist priest was laughing, Zhang Jingqing, the current Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, walked out of the Ancestral Hall with a certificate of ordination in his hand.

"Hmph, Longhu Mountain is a bit far, but it's still closer than those bald monks."

Zhang Jingqing was tall and strong, with a bristling beard and hair. He moved with such speed that he seemed to create gusts of wind. He didn't look like a Taoist priest; he looked more like a general who had fought on the battlefield in ancient times.

He roared, and a thunderous sound erupted from his mouth.

"Zhang Zhiwei, Master Zhang, where the hell have you been?"

The next moment, a somewhat disheveled young Taoist priest came running over from a distance, waving his robe sleeves and wearing a flattering smile.

"Well then, Master, what brings you here?"

"snort!"

The old celestial master looked at Zhang Zhiwei, a flash of admiration crossing his eyes. He snorted coldly, "You beast, take this and get down the mountain. Head immediately towards Wudang."

"Then give this ordination certificate to the person you think is most suitable."

"Alright, Master, you haven't paid for the journey yet."

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out a large hand from his patched sleeve and opened it towards Zhang Jingqing, saying, "My speed on this journey depends on your support, Elder."

"I'll support you right away."

Zhang Jingqing sneered twice, and a large, fan-like hand slammed down on Zhang Zhiwei's face. "You wretch, catch this!"

"Whoosh—"

Zhang Zhiwei nimbly dodged to the side, then ran away without looking back. "Then this disciple will search under your bed, but if I find any books I shouldn't be looking at, don't blame this disciple."

"You wretched child, come back, and I'll give you travel expenses right away."

Zhang Jingqing chased after Zhang Zhiwei's retreating figure, "And you, you beast, how did you know about the books under my bed?"

The master and apprentice chased each other across the mountains and fields.

……

At the same time, Chongyang Wanshou Palace and Dachunyang Wanshou Palace also sent people to Wudang Mountain.

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Chapter One!

The author reorganized the timeline and found that the original timeline was too messy. After unremitting efforts, he finally made a reasonable timeline.

The Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei was not born in 1900; he was born about 16 years later, around 1916.

The first Lu family birthday banquet should have been in 1935!