Chapter 148 Shifting Heart

Now, it was no longer the time of Mu Longcheng.

The world was undergoing tremendous changes. Spirit rice, potions, Bigu Pills (pinyin: bì gǔ dān, pills that negate the need for food), and chips were flourishing. The Wang Quan dreamscape offered ten times one's own lifespan for cultivation.

If a person had no path, giving up everything to seek the Dao might be acceptable. But with a path before them, why abandon everything?

Geng Chenglong felt a stirring in his heart, wanting to follow, but ultimately gave up, biting his pipe.

He didn't have that courage.

All the dragon heads of the Begging Dao Association were present. Chasing after him would be tantamount to severing ties with the association.

...

The setting sun cast its afterglow upon the God of War Square, a gentle breeze blowing.

Porter's arrival attracted attention. His physique was slender, his temperament outstanding. Even without deliberately displaying it, he was remarkably eye-catching.

But he didn't care about the gazes of others. As he stepped onto the square, his eyes fell upon An Qisheng, who was taking photos for the elderly couple.

In that instant, his mind went blank, like facing the starry sky. Because of its vastness, it was difficult to see its shape. But with just a daze, everything disappeared again. It seemed that he was just an ordinary young man in front of him.

This wasn't deliberate concealment, but rather his aura, or perhaps his state of mind, fluctuated like the heavens and the earth, sometimes windy, sometimes rainy.

Porter's mental cultivation was extremely high, and his feelings were even more profound. This was no longer the unity of heaven and man in the ordinary sense.

Because the fluctuations of his aura, or state of mind, didn't follow the veins of heaven. On the contrary, the fluctuations of his state of mind would affect heaven and earth.

"Such a realm..."

Porter's mind was filled with thoughts, but he didn't step forward.

He simply lowered his arms, his eyebrows slightly lowered, like a primary school student waiting for a scolding, quietly waiting.

"All done?"

An Jianzhong, who had been posing for a long time, was quite bored. Heaven knew how much these women liked to take pictures.

How many had he taken over the years?

"Qiqi's photography is getting better and better," An's mother said, fiddling with the camera, glancing at An Jianzhong with satisfaction. "Unlike some people, who are clumsy."

"It's getting late, we should go back."

An Jianzhong was nearly two meters tall, exceptionally robust, but he couldn't stand his wife's glare. He glanced at Porter, who was standing out in the distance.

"Someone is looking for Qiqi."

"Ah?"

Only then did An's mother notice Porter, who was waiting with his arms down by the side of the square. She glanced at her son with some reluctance.

Vaguely, she could sense that the peaceful days of the past few years were about to come to an end.

"It's okay, you go back to the hotel first, I'll be back in a while."

An Qisheng patted his mother's hand, comforted her, and then looked at Porter, who had been waiting for a long time, his expression calm.

"You're looking for me?"

An Qisheng's demeanor was calm and casual, but the transcendence on his body had been peeled away, or rather, had returned to simplicity. There was no compelling edge, nor the transcendence that once made people fear him.

Seven years of wandering in the mortal world, he may not have gained much, but he had become much more composed, digesting all kinds of emotions seen and heard in thousands of years of dreaming.

Porter bowed slightly, performing the Great Xuan ancient etiquette: "I woke up this morning and saw the vast purple qi covering the sky like a sea. Only then did I know that your realm has reached its pinnacle. After waiting for half a day, I couldn't suppress the throbbing in my heart. I hope the Sage doesn't blame me for my rudeness."

With this bow, Porter was sincerely convinced.

In his life, he was adopted by a Xuan couple as a child, learned Xuan texts at a young age, studied Taoist and Buddhist scriptures when he was young, and was already sixteen when he started learning martial arts, but he had reached the stage of Seeing the Gods Unbroken in just nine years.

Later, he traveled the world, seeking a path forward. After decades of searching, he finally felt a sense of seeing the Dao today.

This, however, couldn't be given by the dreamscape.

"Sage..."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "You compare yourself to Wen Shi (Lao Tzu's disciple), but I am not Lao Dan. It's more pleasing to call me Mr. An."

"Yes, Mr. An."

Porter followed suit, already treating him with the etiquette of a disciple.

"I roughly know your intentions, but how are you so sure that I will pass on the Dharma to you?"

An Qisheng looked at Porter with a smile that was not a smile.

The first time they met was when Tong Zhengyang broke into the Great Xuan border. At that time, this white man, who was wholeheartedly seeking the Dao and even willing to die, left a deep impression on him.

In a sense, the three leaders of the Begging Dao Association were all true seekers of the Dao.

Compared to Mu Longcheng and Yan Changsha, Porter was even purer. It seemed that there was nothing else outside of the Dao. There wasn't a trace of negative emotions in his spiritual world.

Not to mention seeking the Dao from someone 'younger' than himself, even if it was a pig, dog, or livestock, he wouldn't have any other emotions.

"Seeking the Dao depends on the heart. Whether I get it or not is not something I can control."

Porter's Great Xuan language was superb, with clear pronunciation. He was even adjusting, becoming more in tune with An Qisheng, as if what he said was true.

Acting accordingly.

The Dao wasn't just in words. One could comprehend it in every move.

"Only now do I understand that the support of the state of mind is not just strength, and sometimes it has nothing to do with strength."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, sighing slightly: "Your state of mind at this time is very similar to mine back then, but it is much purer than me."

In the Long Floating Realm, he suppressed an era, passing on the Dharma for three thousand years. An Qisheng gained a lot. His state of mind changed first, breaking out of the confused and unwilling state of mind in the face of a terminal illness.

Later, when he fought against the heavens in the Human Realm Dao, his state of mind changed again. His heart was like a mirror. Even if there was dust, he could wipe it away easily. All thoughts did not linger in his heart.

Before dreaming back to the Spring and Autumn period, he had already realized the problem he had.

Since awakening the Dao One Diagram, he had dreamed of countless people, even if it wasn't hundreds of millions, it was still tens of millions. The joys, sorrows, sorrows, and fears of tens of millions of people had ultimately had a great impact on him.

Even without Lao Dan's comment, he had sensed his problem.

Therefore, in the Myriad Yang Realm, he wanted to solve this problem, and after thousands of years of meditation, his state of mind had transformed again.

All kinds of distracting thoughts were difficult to rise in his heart, as if it was already dust-free and didn't need to be wiped again.

Similarly, what was difficult to arise was his original desire, his seven emotions and six desires. His nature was close to the Dao.

He also understood the truth that only by beheading the demons of desire could one form a divine fetus.

However, he wasn't willing to do it.

Until he returned to Xuanxing, he had a confusion in his heart that he had never had before crossing the realms. What was placed before him was the choice between a god and a man.

For seven years, he walked in the mortal world, no longer bound by distracting thoughts, wandering the world like an ordinary person, until now, he was truly able to do whatever he wanted.

"When I saw Mr. An a few years ago, I only felt that you were as ethereal as an immortal, as high as the sky, detached and unapproachable. Looking at you again at this time, it's still the same, but there's also some meaning that's difficult to fathom. It seems that the human heart is acting on behalf of the heavenly heart."

Porter responded softly, his expression humble, as if he had completely substituted himself into it, acting as soon as his mind moved.

"The sky is high and the ground is low. What's good is certainly good, but what's bad is not necessarily without its merits. Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are external manifestations of the heart, just as wind, rain, thunder, and lightning are external appearances of the sky. The human heart is the human heart, and the heavenly heart is the heavenly heart. Why can't we seek common ground while reserving differences?"

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the sky was changing, and the clouds were red. The dust in An Qisheng's heart faded. The seven years of travel were like a dream, settling at the bottom of his heart:

"Straying is the demon, and obtaining both is the Dao. Only now do I know Lao Dan's intention, to let nature take its course, what a wonderful thing to let nature take its course."

Wang Quan is me, Taiji is me, and Yuanyang is also me.

When the heart comes out of the dust, a clear light will rise.

"Hmm?"

Porter's heart moved. He looked intently and saw a pillar of clear light burst out from An Qisheng's body. At first, it was like a pillar, then like smoke, until finally, it condensed like a canopy.

Among them, five colors intertwined, and three clear light flowers seemed to be spinning around. Faintly, one could see figures flickering in the lotus-like petals.

But in the next instant, everything became a blur again, falling back into An Qisheng's body.

This scene happened extremely quickly. Apart from Porter noticing it, even the passing tourists seemed to be unaware, as if it had never happened.

"Is this your Three Flowers?" Porter was a little surprised. In that clear light, he seemed to sense a quite familiar aura.

That seemed to be the Wang Quan Dao...

Could it be that it was as the rumor once said, that Mr. An was a certain generation of Wang Quan Daoist in the Long Floating Realm, or even the peerless grandmaster who pioneered the Wang Quan Dao?

It should be known that although there is the saying of Five Qi朝元 (cháo yuán, Five Elements returning to their origin) and 三花聚顶 (sān huā jù dǐng, Three Flowers Gather on the Crown) in the Long Floating Realm, even the Seven Sons of Wang Quan and the Wang Quan Daoist of the past generations found it difficult to condense all three flowers.

Even in the three thousand years of history of the Long Floating Realm, only the first generation Wang Quan Daoist and the Taibai Patriarch had truly condensed the three flowers.

"To abstain from lust and not act recklessly without a name can condense the Essence Flower. Those who are without fear or worry, without anger or resentment, can open the Qi Flower. Those who are without attachment or attachment, who are always clear and always awake, can obtain the Spirit Flower. The Three Flowers Gathering on the Crown is not just about essence, qi, and spirit..."

An Qisheng was in a good mood and talked a lot more.

But before he finished speaking, he seemed to sense something in his heart and stopped talking.

For seven years, he walked in the mortal world, truly ignoring external matters. Even the Samsara Cave was handed over to the Three Hearted Blue Spirit Boy to control, without getting involved in anything.

At this time, his mind was clear, and all thoughts followed his heart. He immediately sensed the changes happening in the world.

Porter was originally chewing on An Qisheng's explanation of the Three Flowers, but at this time, he was also shocked. He concentrated on sensing it but gained nothing. He couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he saw the wreckage of the spaceship falling into the ocean: "Like a sieve, without any protection, no wonder there are unwelcome guests coming again..."

Again?

Porter was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the only ones who could be called 'unwelcome guests' by An Qisheng were probably the 'Serpent of Destruction' from seven years ago.

"Could it be that the 'Serpent of Destruction' has made a comeback?"

Porter's expression changed. He couldn't forget the battle seven years ago, and he didn't even have the qualifications to participate.

"Much more troublesome than that stupid snake..."

An Qisheng skillfully took out his phone and sent a message to his parents, then looked at the distant horizon with a deep gaze.

As if he saw beyond the endless distance.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate..."

Porter seemed to hear his murmur, but before he could hear it clearly, his heart jumped.

There was no sound of breaking through the air, no explosion of sound, and no ripples in the void. It disappeared without a trace as if it had teleported!

"This is?"

Porter was shocked. This wasn't An Qisheng moving at all, but rather that this step he took actually fit the trajectory of the planet's movement!

In other words, this Mr. An didn't even need to lift his feet. He could travel eighty thousand miles a day while sitting!

This kind of power...

He was shocked in his heart. He took a step forward and only felt that there was an invisible barrier around him that he had penetrated. In the next instant, the world flashed past him rapidly.

God of War Square, Ba City, Fasi Country...

In an instant, it seemed to have crossed two continents!

He raised his head slightly, and in front of him was an ordinary Taoist temple. In the Taoist temple, on an ancient and mottled Taoist platform, An Qisheng was sitting cross-legged.

Behind him, the clear light reappeared, but this time, the shining clear light didn't burst out from his body.

Rather, it flowed out from the temple behind him that housed the statues of the gods.

Buzz~

Faintly, Porter heard the sound of gurgling water, but the clear light was getting stronger and stronger, spreading like a celebratory cloud on the top of the mountain. Among them, five colors intertwined, and runes flowed.

It seemed that a world was slowly unfolding.