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

Chapter 181 The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain and Encounters an Old Friend

"The Taoist priest carried his sword down the mountain, and rode out on a tiger, holding a whisk in his hand."

"The world is in turmoil, and the Demon-Slaying True Warrior has returned to the mortal realm."

"Hahaha......"

On the stone steps of Wudang Mountain, a young Taoist priest carrying a whisk, a wooden sword on his back, and a white tiger straddling his shoulder walked down the mountain.

This young Taoist priest was none other than Lü Qian, who had just returned to Wudang. He did not linger in Wudang, but instead, like a passerby on a journey, he once again set off on his northward journey with a carefree air.

On the mountaintop, the Wudang sect leader and his disciples watched the figures of the man and the tiger gradually disappear into the distance.

"Master, shouldn't we keep him here?"

Zhou Sheng placed his hand over his eyes, gazing at Lü Qian's retreating figure. His usual relaxed and carefree demeanor was gone, replaced by deep worry.

Although he was indifferent to worldly affairs, he had a keen mind and vaguely guessed that Lü Qian was no ordinary person.

When he saw Lü Qian, who was about the same age as him, not seeking the tranquility of the mountains but instead plunging into the chaotic world below, his feelings were complicated, a mixture of admiration and envy.

Zhou Sheng admired Lü Qian's clarity and ease, and also envied his unrestrained natural tranquility.

"No need, his path doesn't lie here."

The Wudang sect leader watched Lü Qian walk away with a calm expression, but his hand, hidden in his sleeve, gradually clenched.

"I think, therefore I am; if the mind is settled, why distinguish between truth and falsehood, reality and illusion, worldly dreams and illusions?"

After saying that, the old Taoist priest turned around and walked into the Ancestral Hall with his hands behind his back. "You may all take your places. I suddenly remembered that I have something to talk to the Ancestral Master about."

"yes!"

The disciples bowed to the back of the Wudang sect leader, watched him walk back into the Ancestral Hall, and then dispersed back to their original positions.

The course of nature is constant.

Everything in this world keeps moving forward and won't stop because of one person, but it might change because of one person's existence.

Lü Qian is like a pebble suddenly thrown into a rushing river, always creating its own waves. These waves gather and surge, forming a towering torrent that carries the sands of the times.

At the mountaintop, Zhou Sheng, Zhou Meng, and Hong Yin remained standing in the same spot until Lü Qian's figure disappeared down the mountain path.

Zhou Sheng seemed to have returned to his usual lazy self. He waved his sleeves, which had been torn to shreds by the dog, and said, "Alright, alright, I still need to mend my clothes."

Hong Yin, unusually, didn't argue with Zhou Sheng. He silently stepped aside and they were about to walk towards their residence together.

Before they had walked more than a few steps, Zhou Meng suddenly frowned, looked down the mountain, and asked, "Wait, is someone coming up the mountain path?"

"May I ask if Fellow Daoist Lü Qian is present?"

A loud and clear voice suddenly rang out on the mountain path. A somewhat disheveled young Taoist priest, carrying a white bundle on his back, darted up to the top of the mountain.

"I am Zhang Zhiwei from Longhu Mountain, and I have come here on my master's orders to deliver an ordination certificate to a fellow Daoist named Lü Qian."

The disheveled Taoist priest was none other than Zhang Zhiwei, who had traveled day and night to arrive. He stood in the mountaintop square and shouted loudly in his booming voice.

"Fellow Daoist Lü Qian, I have brought you the ordination certificate from the Celestial Master's Mansion."

Zhou Sheng, Zhou Meng, and Hong Yin frowned at Zhang Zhiwei's overly familiar manner. Before they could explain the cause and effect, the palace door, which had been closed, suddenly opened again.

The Wudang Sect Leader emerged from the main hall with a beaming smile, carrying two cups of tea.

"So it's Junior Nephew Zhang. I just happened to have brewed an extra cup of tea and was worried about having no one to share it with. Now that you've come, it's perfect."

The old Taoist priest walked briskly and handed a cup of tea to Zhang Zhiwei with a friendly expression. "Nephew, you must be thirsty after traveling all the way from the Celestial Master's Mansion. This cup of tea is just what you need."

"No need to be so polite, your master and I have a long-standing friendship."

"Thank you, Uncle-Master."

Seeing that the Wudang Sect Leader's every move was genuinely friendly, Zhang Zhiwei assumed that his master, Zhang Jingqing, had a good relationship with the Wudang Sect Leader, so he picked up his tea and started drinking.

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, not noticing the increasingly broad smile on the face of the Wudang sect leader.

"By the way, Uncle-Master, how did you and my master meet? I've never heard him mention it before."

After finishing his tea, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly felt a little tired for some reason, but he didn't think much of it and asked curiously, "Do you and my master both like to read the books under the bed?"

"Who cares about that stuff? We met at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony competition venue."

The Wudang sect leader's smile suddenly turned strange. "Your master, Zhang Jingqing, used underhanded tactics to make me lose face at the Taoist assembly."

"That friendship was formed from then on."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei immediately sensed something was wrong. He looked at the teacup in his hand, his weariness growing stronger. "This isn't friendship you've made, it's animosity, isn't it?"

"And this tea of ​​yours, why is it making me, your junior disciple, increasingly sleepy..."

"Thump!"

Before Zhang Zhiwei could finish speaking, he closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground, his limbs limp.

"Hmph, your master was hiding his true abilities in the competition, lying that he wasn't good at thunder magic, but he still gave this old Taoist a good beating."

The Wudang sect leader's smile vanished. He tossed another cup of tea onto the ground, saying, "Young Lu just left; I can't let you catch up."

"This special anesthetic from Wudang will surely keep you asleep for two days. Nephew, why don't you rest at Wudang for a while?"

After saying that, he turned around and walked back towards the main hall. "These three of you keep a close eye on him for me these next two days. Don't let him run away."

"Those who dare to scheme against my Wudang sect, no way."

"yes!"

The three silently witnessed this scene, then dragged the fast-sleeping Zhang Zhiwei to their residence on the back mountain.

……

On the other side, at the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, the old Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing, who had just enjoyed two days of peace and quiet, felt unwell all over.

As he flipped through his treasured manual, he scratched his head in thought, "Is something missing these past few days?"

"Zhiwei should have returned by himself once he reached Wudang. Judging by his journey, he should still have a few days left..."

"Oh no, I forgot to tell that brat, we can't go up Wudang Mountain!"

Zhang Jingqing had just turned a page in the book when a memory from the past suddenly surfaced: "Jingzhen, that petty person, I hope he doesn't run into trouble."

At the grand gatherings of the Taoist sects during the time of the Celestial Master, the younger generation from each lineage exchanged and learned from each other.

In his youth, he was somewhat arrogant. In order to ensure that he would win the championship, he secretly used some means to make the Wudang Sect Leader, Jingzhen Daoist, suffer an undignified end.

"Snapped!"

Thinking of this, the old master helplessly slapped his forehead, "Fine, this time I'll let that wretched child pay off my debt."

"It's good to let that beast suffer a bit. The world is dangerous, and we must be especially wary of the elderly, children, and women."

As he spoke, the old master turned his head and flipped through the manual again, "It's exactly like the one in the book, but this one is too small..."

"Splash splash splash..."

The sound of pages turning could be heard again in the old master's room, occasionally punctuated by a few comments.

……

After descending Wudang Mountain, Lü Qian rode the white tiger northeastward. Whenever he encountered a town along the way, he used his Double-Handed Technique to alter the white tiger's appearance and reduce its ferocity.

Seven days later, a man and a tiger arrived in Bianliang City.

Lu Qian rode a white tiger down the street. Ordinary people found it strange to see him, but dared not approach him.

Suddenly, he heard a somewhat familiar voice; the melodious and charming voice of a female opera singer came from a restaurant on the street.

"Since I followed the King on his campaigns, enduring wind and frost, and toil year after year..."

"Zhao Ji?"

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Chapter Two!

The protagonist encounters "old acquaintances" on the road. Can you guess who they will meet this time?

One more chapter! Let me see if I can write a longer one. Please give me a gift!