Chapter 364: The Dao Is in the Ordinary! Innate Awakener

Chu Chaoran—the appearance of this name here was, for Zhang Fan, both unexpected and within reason.

"Transcendent True Person..."

Meng Qiwu curled her lips, trying hard to think of a suitable explanation.

"When the Transcendent True Person was young, he traveled the world, and his personality was quite lively and interesting."

Meng Qiwu's implication was that when Chu Chaoran left this line of words, he was still young and was just playing a joke on Mount Zhongnan. It belonged to a good story and had no other meaning.

"Don't you believe it? This is true, it's not that we deliberately smeared him..." Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan's expression and hurriedly explained, fearing he would have a misunderstanding.

Indeed, Chu Chaoran was the Pure Yang True Person, a living immortal of the current age, an existence standing at the peak of the Daoist Gate. Such a venerable and respected figure was simply worlds apart from the handwriting left on the stone pillar.

This could no longer be considered absurd; it was smearing, a thorough smearing.

Smearing the pillar of the Daoist Gate!

Smearing the living True Person of the current age!

Facing such a misunderstanding, Meng Qiwu naturally had to explain, fearing Zhang Fan would not believe it.

After all, this really didn't look like something a Pure Yang True Person would do.

"I believe, I believe!"

Zhang Fan nodded heavily, his eyes exceptionally firm.

"You... believe it?" Meng Qiwu was stunned for a moment.

"Hmm."

Zhang Fan gave a light grunt. He of course believed it. In the Three Corpses Nascent Pill, he had even seen Chu Chaoran as a child, who was truly both cunning and ruthless. He was captured alive by the Three Corpses Daoist and used as a hostage, yet he insisted on acting as a little mute, a little waste, and a little punching bag all the way, only suddenly launching an attack when the Three Corpses Daoist's calamity arose, punching the Yan King and threatening the Three Corpses—a living ancestor.

Additionally, Zhang Fan had vaguely heard that when Chu Chaoran was young, his reputation in the Daoist Gate was not good, even worse than it is now!

"Let's go!"

Meng Qiwu greeted, and after passing Seeking Immortal Valley, they were considered to have truly entered the territory of Mount Zhongnan, and human traces became sparse.

If Seeking Immortal Valley is the "esophagus" of people, then after passing through, it is the complex "coiled intestines," with small paths leading to different mountain peaks. Therefore, the real Mount Zhongnan has a quite complex and hidden terrain.

This is also the reason why many people like to come here for hidden cultivation.

After walking for half a day, besides feeling the quiet and strange beauty of Mount Zhongnan, Zhang Fan had no discoveries.

"The Tomb of the Living Dead is not so easy to find. Even for the Wang family, it is not something they can enter and exit at will." Meng Qiwu saw Zhang Fan's worry.

The Tomb of the Living Dead is the place where True Person Chongyang practiced the Profound Dao. Even for the descendants of the Wang family, if their fate is not enough, they may not be able to enter, let alone outsiders like them who have no connection!?

"Ahead is 【Taiyi Temple】. Let's go rest for a while." Meng Qiwu greeted.

Mount Zhongnan has set up temples on many mountain peaks, one to worship gods and incense, and two to take care of ordinary people entering the valley to prevent them from getting lost.

A moment later, a small temple appeared before their eyes. It was not large, and a statue of a god was worshipped inside the temple gate, with a fairy-like appearance, a robe dyed with stars, and incense burning endlessly around it.

"True Person Taiyi!?" Zhang Fan looked at the name on the god's position.

True Person Taiyi is not unfamiliar to ordinary people, especially 【Investiture of the Gods】 made this immortal widely known. He is the master of the famous Great God of the Santanhai Society, 【Nezha】, and one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect. Even among the Twelve Golden Immortals, his strength is top-notch.

In fact, this immortal is not completely fabricated. In ancient Tang Dynasty books, there are records about 【True Person Taiyi】, which say:

True Person Taiyi, Great Uncle Immortal. Setting the birth Dan register, falling into the dead North Feng. This means this is an immortal who manages the life, death, misfortune, and fortune of the human world.

However, it is generally believed that the prototype of True Person Taiyi is the ancient Taiyi God, or the Taiyi Heavenly Venerable of Suffering.

Because of this, his status among Daoist gods is extremely high.

The main peak of Mount Zhongnan is Taiyi Peak.

"Great Uncle Master..."

Just entering the temple gate, Meng Qiwu called out lightly. Zhang Fan heard this and was startled. The seniority is so high?

Before he could think more, an old man wearing a gray Daoist robe turned out from behind, swaying. He had gray hair, wore a pair of thick reading glasses, held a thermos cup in his right hand, and a newspaper in his left hand.

"Little Qiwu, how come you have time to come to me today."

"Greetings, Great Uncle Master." Meng Qiwu performed a Daoist salute.

Zhang Fan's face revealed a strange color, and he also followed with a salute.

Meng Qiwu's Great Uncle Master—how high must that seniority be? I'm afraid that if the current Abbot of Mount Zhongnan came, he would have to call him Uncle Master. With such high seniority, how strong must his strength be?

Mount Zhongnan is worthy of being Mount Zhongnan; the elders are still here, and the foundation is deep.

"Whose little doll is this? Not a disciple of our Mount Zhongnan, right."

Just at this moment, the gray-robed old man slanted his eyes and looked at Zhang Fan.

"Junior is..."

Zhang Fan just opened his mouth, and before he could speak, the gray-robed old man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "You must be thinking, this old man has such high seniority, how high must his cultivation be."

"Uh..."

Zhang Fan's thoughts were seen through by the old man, and he was speechless for a while, not knowing how to respond. At the same time, he could not help but secretly think that an expert is an expert; his divine intent is all-encompassing, actually being able to capture even his thoughts and ideas.

"You must also be thinking, this old man is really amazing, being able to see through even what I am thinking; how high must this cultivation be."

Speaking to this point, the gray-robed old man smiled even more brightly: "My cultivation is not high, but I understand human nature."

"Actually, I am not even Gao Gong."

"Ah!?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. He sensed slightly, and the gray-robed old man's aura was indeed weak, at most the Spirit Division Realm, still a long way from Gao Gong.

At first, Zhang Fan thought this old man's cultivation had reached the realm of returning to simplicity, the Dao being close to the ordinary.

Now hearing this meaning, he is purely weak.

"Little doll, who told you that being old and having high seniority must be an expert?" The gray-robed old man said with a smile.

"This..."

Zhang Fan curled his lips; it was indeed him who was biased first.

"People in this world are mostly mediocre. Daoist cultivation emphasizes innate talent, discusses comprehension, and seeks fate... Most people are mediocre all their lives, and in the end, they are all the same as me, with no achievements."

As he spoke, the gray-robed old man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if tracing his own life's past.

"Being mediocre and ordinary is the normal state of life."

"I have purely lived a long time."

Speaking to this point, the gray-robed old man's narrowed gaze was cast toward Meng Qiwu.

"Little Qiwu knows best. Those in the sect with high realms who seek longevity die early instead. Like me, with a low realm and no achievements, I live long..."

"The principles of this world are truly interesting. Perhaps the Dao is in the ordinary!" The gray-robed old man laughed at himself.

The principles of the world are indeed mystical.

Those who seek longevity have many calamities instead and find it difficult to live long.

Those who climb high often fall and die; those who are good at swimming often drown and die...

The principles of this world seem to be developing in the opposite direction.

Deep affection does not last, extreme wisdom must be hurt, extreme strength must be humiliated... All things in the world do not fail to conform to the Dao.

Zhang Fan remained silent. Perhaps it was because he had been advancing by leaps and bounds all the way, walking too fast, that the gray-robed old man's words made him realize that mediocrity is the normal state of life.

Especially on the path of cultivation, how many people are like this gray-robed old man, studying hard all their lives, pursuing all their lives, and in the end, even Gao Gong is out of reach, burying their bones in the deep mountains, buried in the years, without even leaving their names.

"Junior took it for granted." Zhang Fan whispered.

"Young man, don't be like this; one look and I can tell you are a good seedling." The gray-robed old man scanned Zhang Fan and whispered. ===== CHAPTER 365 =====