Qi Wuhuo quietly looked at the misty rain in front of him, without doubting the truthfulness of his teacher's words.

Since many of his fellow brothers were lost in the affairs of this world, the teacher was just waiting for them to cultivate and enlighten themselves, waiting for them to recall the teachings of the past in order to find their true hearts. Then he would be no different. The old man and he walked to a slightly higher hillside, turned around, and saw the cenotaph covered by wind and rain.

The mist shrouds the cold mountain, stretching as far as the eye can see, as if heaven and earth are connected.

A sense of desolation arises spontaneously on the road.

The old man said gently, "Those who seek the lower level should cultivate to the point where the Three Flowers Gather at the Top of the Head, the Five Qis Return to the Origin, the Three Thousand Merits are fulfilled, and the Eight Hundred Practices are complete. Then they can become celestial beings and be called the Emperor or the Heavenly Venerable. Those who seek the middle level should follow the path pointed out by your teacher and move forward without being hindered along the way. After overcoming the Three Calamities, Seven Disasters, and Eight Tribulations, they can reach the level of Xuandu."

"But that is the path I pointed out to you after all. You cannot surpass me."

"If you take the path of excellence..."

The old man paused.

Then he said gently: "Perhaps you can see my back."

Seeing Qi Wuhuo seemed to be about to speak, the old man raised his hand to stop him and said with a gentle smile:

"But you don't have to give your answer now. Even if you do, I won't listen."

"You just need to keep your own choice in mind."

"When we are young, most of us are arrogant and have lofty ambitions."

"Having never experienced the world and seen countless sentient beings, these words cannot be taken seriously."

The old man suddenly teased and said, "Anyway, no matter which path you choose in the end, you are not qualified to make a choice until you reach the state of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head and Five Qis Returning to the Origin. As for the Three Immortal Avenues just now? That... I was just telling you about it."

The young Taoist couldn't help but freeze, and then looked at the old man's sleeves soaked by the rain, shook his head, raised his hand to help the old man straighten his clothes, and said:

"The teacher is really like a child."

The old man couldn't help laughing:

"You look like an old man, too."

The young Taoist in blue water cloud robe was helpless, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The old man smiled and sighed, stroking his beard and said, "Now it's time for you to know my name."

The old man looked gentle and said:

"You are my supreme descendant."

"Xuanmen is supreme and unsurpassed."

Qi Wuhuo said: "I know."

The old man was startled at first, then he smiled freely: "Yes, you could have guessed it long ago."

The young Taoist replied, "Although I don't know much about Taoism, the Three Pure Ones are worshipped by the common people, so I know that if someone can comment on all things and gods in such a tone and treat the two Taoist ancestors Shangqing and Yuqing equally, he must be a madman who is extremely arrogant, or he can only be from the Taishang lineage, who is also one of the Three Pure Ones."

The old man nodded gently, then looked at the scenery in the distance and said:

"However, after you leave your master, you must not reveal your lineage, nor reveal your Dao name."

"[Daoist Name] is the teacher's expectation for you, but it is not your own identity."

"Identity is something you have to [acquire] yourself, just like cultivation, which requires [self-cultivation]."

The old man's voice was gentle and calm, but his words were full of courage: "After all, if you tell us your identity, then everyone inside and outside the Three Realms will give in to you. We will give you whatever you want. If you encounter difficulties in your practice, the Buddhas of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths will help you, the Five Emperors will help you, and the Twenty-Eight Mansions will respect you."

"Your vision is biased, and your practice is going smoothly, so perhaps you can reach the realm of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head very quickly."

"But such practice is nothing more than the natural resources and treasures, simply accumulating mana."

"Your mind is immature, like a flower in a room. Although it blooms, it cannot withstand the frost and snow. It is just an object of appreciation, not my disciple."

"Even someone as doting on his disciple as Yuqing would never do this."

"Shangqing is easily influenced by others and has an open-minded personality. He chooses to do nothing. Since he does nothing, then there is nothing I cannot do. Although there is nothing I cannot do, his every move is in line with the Great Dao. If you meet him by chance in the future, talk a few more words and discuss human relationships. He may give you some help."

"However, a disciple trained in this way cannot even pass the Eight Tribulations, and cannot even hope to reach the realm of Earthly Immortals, let alone higher realms."

The old man rubbed the young Taoist's head with his palm and said with hope: "Only your own strength and status can make the practitioners of the world respect you, honor you, fear you, and worship you. You are your own Xuanwei Taoist, Wuhuo Daojun, and not that little disciple of the Taishang lineage. Do you understand, Wuhuo?"

"Yuyang's five hundred years of planning have been accomplished, and he is the teacher of the nation and the Heavenly Master."

"Yu Miao climbed up to the sky and became the enemy of the generals in the sky. She fought all the way to the Thunder Palace. It took one of the thirty-six thunder generals of the Yuxu Thunder Palace to personally take action to defeat them. They relied on themselves. They didn't even know my identity, and they never used their own Taoist names. Yu Miao only understood my identity after being rescued by Xuan Du. So if she is willing to let it go, I am willing to wait for her."

"Speaking of which, there is another senior brother you want to meet yourself."

The old man took out a jade slip and handed it to him, whispering a few words. The two looked into the distance and the young man took the jade slip.

The old man said gently: "Teacher will guide you to the beginning."

"What's it for? To create another troublemaker who bullies the Three Realms?"

"That's not my disciple."

"Since I am accepting disciples and preaching, I always hope that the disciples can come to my side."

"In fact, a master and a disciple are also a kind of fellow Taoists."

"You don't want to just have one more vassal. If you really reach the point where you are surrounded by immortals and gods, it will be me who destroyed your natural roots. I was wrong."

The young Taoist could hear the infinite expectations in these words.

The sky was dark, the wind and rain were strong, and the old man raised his hand and pointed at the road ahead.

My disciple has countless people to meet and tens of thousands of miles of worldly affairs to travel. Your master will wait for you in the farthest place.

This road was not straight, nor was it clean. It was full of mud and extended into the endless wind and rain. The old man wanted to let him walk alone, but in the end he said gently, "Wuhuo, let's walk together for a while."

Qi Wuhuo nodded: "Yeah."

The old man held an umbrella to protect him from the wind and rain. An old man and a young man, both wearing Taoist robes, walked forward.

"Speaking of which, Taoism still has its own rules and regulations. Only those who have accepted the rules can be considered as disciples of Taoism."

"There are three precepts, five precepts, ten precepts, twenty-seven precepts, one hundred and eighty precepts, three hundred major precepts, and one thousand two hundred true precepts."

"It is to stop evil and prevent wrongdoing, to protect good and to destroy evil."

"But this is an active precept. There is another kind of precept of inaction and no gain. The requirements for practitioners are still quite high. [If you know the Dharma, after all, it is empty and quiet, it is called the right precept]. Maybe you can keep this right precept in the future. It is originally inaction. If you don't keep it, you won't violate it. Only if you don't violate it can you not keep it. It's not possible now..."

"Finally, I still have to give you a commandment."

"This is my commandment to you, and also my expectation of you."

"It is the request of the disciples of the Supreme lineage."

"It is also your original intention, your obsession, and your calamity that cannot be dispelled even in a dream."

"So this is the Dharma precept that only you have to observe."

The old man held up an umbrella and looked at the boy next to him. He restrained his gentle smile, and said seriously with a tone that was faintly desolate and distant:

"My disciple Xuanwei practices the righteous Dharma."

"Every action you take should be in accordance with the will of Heaven, and you should always practice great compassion and save all from adversity."

"Can you keep it?"

After a long time, the boy answered, "Yes."

The old man laughed: "It's my disciple."

…

This torrential rain lasted for a very long time before the many spiritual beings in the mountains here realized that their vitality had returned to normal, no longer as drastic as before, like the collapse of heaven and earth. So they carefully came back and looked from afar, they saw someone walking with an umbrella in the wind and rain. They all subconsciously held their breath and saw the young Taoist wearing a blue water cloud suit with cloud sleeves hanging down, carrying a sword box on his back, walking slowly alone on the road.

At this time, you are holding the umbrella yourself to protect yourself from the wind and rain.

The young man stood straight.

The road is desolate.

I walk alone.