Chapter 412 If Line - Another World
Taixu Mountain.
The clouds are curling and the mountains are steep.
On a flat ground at the top of the mountain, a group of disciples with flowing hair and robes were practicing.
Almost every disciple was sitting.
Only the disciple at the front was lying down.
That was their leader, Taoist Wangji's direct disciple, Junior Brother Wuwei.
Wuwei was the last disciple to go up the mountain, but he was the one who made the fastest progress in cultivation.
They didn't know who Wuwei was before, they only knew that Wuwei came back with Qingyang three years ago.
Qingyang had been away from the mountains for more than ten years, and had spent ten of those years wandering and suffering. Everyone thought it was lucky for him to come back safely, but they didn't expect that he could bring back a gifted disciple to Taixu Mountain.
When they came back, they were followed by a few guards. The way those guards protected Wuwei was quite exaggerated, making people think that they were protecting some noble family.
However, your identity before going up the mountain is not important. Once you become a disciple of Taixu Mountain, you must abandon your past.
He even gave up his previous name and used only his Taoist name.
The name "Wuwei" was given by Qingyang.
Because Junior Brother Wuwei sleeps every day and goes with the flow, he is best at the art of inaction.
But not long after Wuwei went up Taixu Mountain, everyone was surprised to find that Wuwei was different from everyone else on the mountain.
He did not practice while he was awake during the day, but practiced in his dreams while he was sleeping!
He slept at least eight hours a day, and at most ten hours, leaving only two or three hours for him not to practice.
As a result, Wuwei became the most diligent disciple in the mountain because he insisted on sleeping every day.
In just one year after Wuwei went up the mountain, he broke through several levels.
Many times, he would just take a nap, and when he woke up, someone would congratulate him on his breakthrough.
Taoist Qingyang watched Wuwei break through the bottleneck that he had been unable to break through for years overnight.
From then on, Taoist Qingyang could no longer give Wuwei any advice.
Only the headmaster in the whole mountain can teach a disciple who is making such rapid progress.
So Wuwei slept next to the master every day.
The mountain breeze blows and the pines hum.
Taoist Wangji opened his eyes and looked at the disciples in front of him. He found that some of them were distracted, so he said:
"Practicing cultivation is as difficult as ascending to heaven, and one must have a clear mind. Look at Junior Brother Wuwei, he is wholeheartedly seeking the Tao and practicing day and night with full concentration."
The disciples' eyes turned to Wuwei, who was sleeping soundly on the grass.
Hmm...I slept very attentively indeed.
When the sky was filled with sunset glow and the day was almost over, everyone dispersed.
Still a mortal, still need to eat.
When everyone left, they looked back at Wuwei who was still sleeping.
I feel so impressed.
Although Junior Brother Wuwei did not neglect sleep, he definitely forgot to eat.
This is not sleepiness, but the will to practice!
It's getting dark.
All the disciples left.
Only Taoist Wangji and Wuwei were left.
The world outside was dark, but Wuwei's dream was still bright.
In the bright dream, there are hillsides, meadows, streams and bright sunshine.
Wuwei sat in the shade under a large tree, quietly listening to the wind blowing through the weeds.
For more than twenty years, he has always entered the same scene in his dreams.
Sometimes I sit under a tree to enjoy the cool breeze, sometimes I fetch water from a stream, sometimes I stroll along the hillside, sometimes I lie on the grass to bask in the sun...
He actually didn't do anything. Many times he felt that he had only been here for less than a minute, and when he woke up, people around him told him that eight hours had passed.
"Wuwei." The voice of Taoist Wangji sounded in the sky.
Wuwei looked up and saw the figure of the master floating down from the center of the sky.
The figure looked somewhat ethereal, like a cloud of mist that would disperse at any moment.
Taoist Wangji: "Wuwei, you have broken through again and can now enter the Danxiao Secret Realm."
Wuwei was shocked.
It’s not because he can enter some secret realm.
It was because he discovered that Taoist Wangji had actually entered his dream.
He had never seen anyone in this dream world before.
Wuwei stood up and walked out from the shade of the tree:
"The master is talking about the secret realm hidden in the universe?"
During his brief period of wakefulness every day, Wuwei would sometimes listen to his senior brothers talk about things, such as the Danxiao Secret Realm.
It is said that there are many secrets in the Danxiao Secret Realm, and only those with profound Taoism can enter.
"Exactly."
Taoist Wangji nodded.
"The universe is full of three thousand worlds, and we inhabit only one corner. Once you step into the secret realm, you will see countless layers of the universe."
Wuwei responded indifferently: "Oh, so. But Master, why should I enter the secret realm? Can I not enter?"
Taoist Wangji: ...
"Wuwei, you still have some unresolved issues in your heart, and you have doubts about the world. If you want to practice cultivation, you must resolve the confusion in your heart."
Wuwei's face changed slightly when he heard this.
Taoist Wangji flicked his finger, and the surrounding scene changed instantly.
The grass, the stream, the trees, the sunshine…all disappeared.
The surroundings were deep blue, with countless points of light suspended in the air.
The two of them seemed to be in a vast starry sky.
Wuwei looked around in amazement.
Taoist Wangji said: "Each of these points of light is a new world. If you can face the doubts in your heart, you will find the answers here."
Wuwei closed his eyes, sat cross-legged in the void, and finally asked the regret in his heart:
"I am a descendant of the royal family, but the previous emperor was incompetent, and the world was in chaos, leaving my family and country torn apart. My mother and sister also experienced hardships. The world says that the previous dynasty has run its course, but I still feel resentment in my heart."
"I often ponder this: if the previous dynasty had diligently governed and eliminated its accumulated abuses, perhaps this disaster could have been avoided. If the previous dynasty had not fallen, what would the world be like today?"
After Wuwei finished speaking, his brows furrowed, and he looked completely different from his usual indifferent expression.
Taoist Wangji waved his hand, and his fingertips touched a spot of light.
The light spot suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, which blinded Wuwei for a moment.
"The vast universe, with its rise and fall, is constantly changing. The answer you seek in your heart lies within this world..."
Taoist Wangji's voice became increasingly distant and fainter.
…
Dayu.
In the 15th year of Mingguang, the previous emperor passed away.
The empress dowager and the third prince Murong Yu, whom she raised, were found guilty of plotting to murder the late emperor and were executed on the spot by Prince Minghuai.
At the end of the year, Prince Minghuai ascended the throne.
The following year, the reign title was changed to Yongchang.
This was the first year of Yongchang.
Pei Mansion.
The sun is warm.
There was a straw mat in the yard, and many books were arranged on it in order.
Each book was open, its pages trembling in the sunlight.
People in the yard are drying books.
A young girl with delicate features carefully walked between the books, checking each one.
"It rained a lot recently. If I don't let the books dry out, I'm afraid they'll be so damp that I won't be able to read them next year."
"Xia'er, put this one a little higher..."
"And that one, that's the only copy my eldest brother gave me last year, so be careful—"
Before the girl finished her words, there was a whoosh and a fruit fell on the lonely book.
"Hey, Pei Jiaojiao, do you want to eat some fruit? The apricots on my tree are ripe!" A ostentatious figure emerged from the top of the wall.
The sweet and juicy fruit broke the skin when rubbed, and the juice seeped onto the pages of the rare book.
Thirteen-year-old Pei Shu picked up the rare copy distressedly and angrily said to the wall:
"Xue Yuzhuo, who wants to eat your apricots?"
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