Lin Yi had no idea where he was. After concealing his presence with the Illusionary Realm, he took to the air and flew eastward.
After arriving in a small city, they found a secluded corner to land in, then dispelled the illusion and went outside.
The streets were bustling with people and vehicles.
"What a long-lost sight!"
As Lin Yi walked and looked around, although he clearly understood that this was not his hometown, but only a parallel world, he still had an urge to go back to his hometown immediately, even if all he saw was a barren mountain.
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Chapter 266 One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones
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Zhongnan Mountain, with its thousands of peaks and verdant scenery, is known as the "Fairyland" and is considered the crown jewel of the grotto heavens.
The "Southern Mountain" in the saying "May your happiness be as boundless as the Eastern Sea and your longevity as enduring as the Southern Mountain's pine" refers to this mountain.
This is an ancestral temple of Taoism, the birthplace of the true Tao. In the south there is Zhengyi, and in the north there is Zhenyi. Every year, countless Taoists come here on pilgrimage.
The mountains are dotted with Taoist temples, with layer upon layer of peaks and deep, secluded valleys, giving people a feeling of returning to simplicity and nature.
Lin Yi walked side by side with a tall, slender old Taoist priest wearing a purple-gold crown and a Bagua robe.
The old Taoist priest, whose Taoist name was "Qiri," lived in seclusion in the Zhongnan Mountains to cultivate himself.
A few hours ago, Lin Yi flew all the way from Qinghai to Chang'an. Although the Taixu Illusionary Realm concealed his movements and did not attract the attention of ordinary people, it still made the nearby Qi Ri Daoist sense it.
After the two met, Daoist Qi Ri invited Lin Yi to visit the mountain. Lin Yi, who was eager to learn about the current state of the cultivation world on Earth, agreed.
The cave dwelling of the Daoist Qi Ri was very simple, with nothing but a stone bed, a stone table, and a stone chair.
The scenery outside is quite beautiful. It is located in a valley with towering ancient trees, dense vines, and a clear little lake where various rare and exotic animals roam.
In the distance, there are many Taoist temples, shrouded in mist, with cranes flying and monkeys leaping about, creating an atmosphere of extraordinary otherworldliness.
It is only hidden by an array that ordinary people can hardly see it.
After discussing the current state of the cultivation world, Daoist Qi Ri stated that due to the depletion of spiritual energy in the world, most cultivators in the Eastern cultivation world are hiding in blessed lands and caves, barely managing to survive and continue their lineage.
In the last ten years or so, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has recovered somewhat, and the lives of various sects and factions have become a little better, but it has not caused any major changes.
Western spiritual practitioners, who absorbed the power of faith and spiritual energy for cultivation, held a significant advantage before the revival of spiritual energy.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Yi and the old Taoist priest discussed Taoist practices and each gained something from it.
Lin Yi also learned about the thing he cared about most: five years ago, nine dragons pulled a coffin down from the sky, which was a major event that shook the cultivation world in the East and the West. It was because of this that Daoist Qi Ri came out of seclusion.
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The morning glow was brilliant, and the mist in the mountains and forests flowed, turning reddish-brown under the morning light, and then displaying a variety of colors, creating a peaceful scene.
"As expected of a sacred Taoist land, no wonder so many people come to worship here every year," Lin Yi exclaimed.
The ancestral mountain of Taoism is shrouded in mist and clouds, with an inexplicable divine glow. Walking here brings peace to the mind and body, and a strange power flows through the mountain.
Many people live in seclusion in the Zhongnan Mountains. When Lin Yi was on another Earth and his body was healthy, he often traveled to the Zhongnan Mountains and had encountered them before.
However, they mostly declined to be disturbed by tourists, so I didn't learn more about them.
Lin Yi scanned the area with his divine sense and also saw many reclusive people.
These people lived the way they did hundreds of years ago, living a secluded life. In order to find peace of mind by escaping the world, they were willing to live in seclusion in the mountains. They were all ordinary people.
Lin Yi arrived at the northern foot of Zhongnan Mountain, where a huge rock appeared in front of him with three ancient characters carved on it: Louguantai.
He adjusted his mindset and, with a sense of pilgrimage and inquiry, walked forward.
In a daze, Lin Yi heard the sound of chanting. He stopped in his tracks, stood still, and listened quietly to the ancient sounds of Tao.
"The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name..."
Lin Yi heard the ancient voice preaching and traveled through time to find an old man sitting cross-legged on a stone platform, preaching and expounding the Dharma.
He gazed at the blurry and hazy figure, an ancient Taoist being writing a book.
According to legend, Lao Tzu traveled west and entered Shaanxi, where he preached in the Zhongnan Mountains and left behind two copies of the Tao Te Ching. That place is Louguantai.
The ancestral home of Taoism is nestled against mountains and beside water, with lush forests and tall bamboos, their green shade covering the sky. Louguantai is also known as the Sutra-Speaking Platform. There, a vague Taoist figure, without joy or sorrow, detached from worldly affairs, chants scriptures, seemingly unrelated to himself.
Lin Yi listened quietly; this was precisely why he had come to Zhongnan Mountain.
Before long, the blurry figure on the platform finished preaching, took out another scripture, did not recite it, gave it to someone, and then disappeared.
Lin Yi sat down cross-legged on a blue stone and began to seriously comprehend and contemplate. The traces of the Dao that he had just seen around Lao Tzu's Dao body appeared and were imprinted in his heart.
For a day and a night, Lin Yi remained motionless. After another two days and two nights, he finally opened his eyes. A chaotic cloud of auspiciousness flew out from above his head, and three figures descended from it, their magical power and aura identical.
One Qi transforms into Three Pure Ones!
This is a secret technique that Lin Yi greatly admires. It allows one to create three additional selves, rather than simply creating external avatars. It has profound and mysterious uses.
"Difficult, difficult, difficult!" Lin Yi sighed softly. The two figures dissipated, leaving only his true body and an unyielding Dao body. This was all he could do for the time being.
After bowing towards the direction of the preaching platform, Lin Yi turned and left.
Lao Tzu was not the Supreme Dao Ancestor, nor was the Moral Celestial Venerable the Supreme Dao Ancestor.