"Jiang Yu, come here," Jiang Wen called out with a smile.
The young Taoist, Jiang Yu, hearing someone call him, raised his head as if to look around, finally spotting Jiang Wen sitting in the corner.
A look of surprise and delight spread across his face as he hurried forward.
"Because they cultivate fame, while I cultivate the Dao," Jiang Wen said gently, his eyes fixed on the young Taoist, a mysterious smile on his face. "Is there something you need from me?"
"I'm looking for my senior brother. He said he was going to find an old friend, but he hasn't returned since he left. Master is calling for him, so I was asked to look for him.", Jiang Yu answered truthfully.
"I see. It's quite a fate that you should meet me here," Jiang Wen said. "In the future, do you want to cultivate fame and sit on the main platform, or cultivate the Dao and have no interest in the position on the main platform?"
"I, I definitely want to cultivate the Dao. Because Master said, 'A Taoist is one who follows the Dao.' As a disciple of the Taoist school, cultivating the Dao is definitely the most important thing.", Jiang Yu thought for a moment, biting his finger as he replied.
"Good," the young Taoist nodded.
"Actually, my master and I are from a branch of Qingcheng Mountain. Master said she picked me up from a garbage heap, so I've been following her to cultivate the Dao since I was little," Jiang Yu said shyly, always getting excited whenever he talked about his master. "Master is the best person in the world, and also the kindest."
As the conference drew to a close, after the heads of the various sects had finished speaking, it was time for the program stage.
Saying that, he faced the many leaders on the main platform, leaping forward like an arrow and standing before them, closing his eyes to watch their horrified expressions.
The young Taoist explained the basics of cultivation from easy to difficult. After he finished speaking, he put down the microphone and fainted on the Daoist field.
"Creation? What creation?" Jiang Yu was bewildered but still obediently walked up to Jiang Wen.
He closed his eyes and looked around, then spoke into the microphone: "There is a law in the world, called the Dao. All of you are cultivators of the Dao, but have you ever truly come into contact with it? What is the Dao, and what is cultivation? No one knows, no one understands."
Hearing this, the young Taoist said in a drawn-out voice: "I am Taoist Tai Xu, a Taoist from White Cloud Mountain."
That voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens, startling the entire venue.
"These two paths are equally valid, and both can lead to the Dao. I will use this conference to impart them to all living beings."
The camera focused on the young Taoist, stealing the limelight from the leaders on the main platform. The person who had been speaking official jargon came to an abrupt halt, unsure of how to continue. He looked at the leaders on the main platform and then at the young Taoist, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a sound from his throat.
He only saw Jiang Wen extend a finger and gently touch his brow, after which he lost consciousness.
The young Taoist leaped from the tens-of-meters-high stands with ease, as if walking on flat ground, defying gravity. He touched the ground with his toes, closed his eyes, and slowly walked in front of that person, taking the microphone from his dazed hand and gently scolding into it: "Wake up."
His eyes widened, staring fixedly at the young Taoist. Everyone else, like him, had their eyes glued to the young Taoist.
"What was that just now? Lightness skill?"
This young Taoist has delivered himself to my door, it would be a waste not to use him.
He looked up at the distance and said slowly: "I have two paths, one is the external body, cultivating muscles and bones, forging vital energy. The second is the inner core, gathering vital energy, condensing the golden elixir."
"Could it be a program effect added by the organizers? Could there really be someone who can fly?!"
Regardless of what everyone thought, Jiang Yu chanted the Qingjing Sutra, and the Taoists at the conference quieted down.
After the young Taoist wakes up, he will not remember what he did, nor will he remember who he met before.
Under the gazes of many Taoists, a young Taoist stood on the railing, looking down at everyone.
"You, who exactly are you?" Changyun Reverend, being older, regained his senses and pointed a trembling finger at the young Taoist, asking.
"What is the Dao? How to cultivate the Dao? The world is ignorant, and Taoists are foolish," The words, though childish, attracted the attention of countless people.
"Is it creation, or disaster? This fortune and misfortune will depend on how the world changes," Jiang Wen looked at Jiang Yu, a hint of interest on his face.
"Go back, go back. Let's see how this world changes in the future," Jiang Wen murmured, stepping out of the venue. The young Taoist standing in place walked forward blankly.
A wake-up call like a booming bell brought everyone present back to their senses.
Somewhere in the stands, the young Taoist's master was watching him nervously. She was a middle-aged female Taoist, her face old, but her features still present. One could see the former beauty and charm. Her fingers tightly gripped her Taoist robe, her eyes full of worry.
The official jargon made many Taoists drowsy, and it was at this moment that a loud voice came from the stands.
Everyone present listened intently, afraid of missing something.
"Yu'er, what's wrong with you?" the female Taoist whispered to herself.
The young Taoist spoke, slowly revealing the two methods of cultivation.
"I only observed the Dao discussion conference, but it was all empty talk. I lamented the decline of the Daoist tradition and could not bear it. So I wanted to discuss the Dao with everyone."
The young Taoist stood in place, a smile on his face.
But everyone present did not dare to be careless, the leap just now was too shocking, so that many people's minds were still buzzing.
"This is too ridiculous! I actually saw someone flying down from tens of meters high. Did I really not travel through time? Or am I having a mental breakdown?!"
"For thousands of years, the Daoist tradition has had the Dao in name, but not in reality. Hoping for longevity but not attaining it, all kinds of miscellaneous skills are illusions."
The young Taoist naturally would not be affected, he was just holding the microphone and chanting the Qingjing Sutra.
"You little Taoist are quite interesting, I wonder how your master cultivated you," Jiang Wen couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
"I see, your master is truly a person of character. If there is a chance, I would really like to meet your master," Jiang Wen said, then looked at Jiang Yu with a distant gaze. "Since I see that you have a connection with me, I will give you a creation, you should come closer."
"...So, so it's Reverend Tai Xu," Reverend Changyun respectfully bowed. "We are foolish and do not know what the Dao is, please enlighten us."
When he saw that Wudang had not taken any action, he felt that he needed to add something useful to the conference. What was the point of a conference that never changed? It would be better to have something special.
When he woke up, everyone looked at him with concern, asking him what he knew.
The young Taoist only shook his head, indicating that he couldn't remember anything.
The conference ended in this mysterious atmosphere, and overnight, the name of Superior Tai Xu spread throughout the Taoist community, and even leaked to the internet.
