Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 108 The Old Heavenly Master's Cultivation Realm
After asking several disciples of Longhu Mountain, Mo Yu finally found the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei who was pushing Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair for a walk on a quiet path in the back mountain.

The moonlight filtered through the sparse pine branches, casting mottled shadows, which softened the old Taoist's weather-beaten face.

Tian Jinzhong sat in a wheelchair, wrapped in a thick blanket, looking quite energetic. The large Rong Shan followed silently behind him, his steps steady and composed. Two small Taoist children, one on each side, holding lanterns, followed him with their heads lowered and their eyes lowered.

Mo Yu walked straight over, stopped and casually bowed, his tone calm but respectful:

"Disciple Mo Yu, I pay my respects to the old Heavenly Master."

Zhang Zhiwei paused in pushing the wheelchair, and looked at the young Taoist priest in front of him with a calm and reserved gaze.

After noticing Mo Yu's arrival, he understood in his heart that Xiao Wang had really done his best to help him do what he asked him to do.

He even went so far as to self-destruct to help him deal with the tough Zhuge Qing, ensuring Zhang Chulan's successful advancement to the semi-finals. Now, he has even persuaded his junior brother Mo Yu, who has almost secured the championship, to win.

It can be said that all the consequences that should have been borne by Zhang Zhiwei were shouldered by Wang Ye.

But that brat didn't want anything, he just wanted to help Zhang Zhiwei out of trouble.

How would Zhang Zhiwei, an old man, feel about this?
The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and looked Mo Yu up and down for a moment, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes. This kid was also a good friend of Xiao Wang. Although he was lazy, his martial arts talent was truly strong. He even figured out some of the techniques of the Golden Light Curse on his own.

Maybe I can teach him a few more tricks later, which can be considered as repaying Wang Ye a favor.

"What are you doing wandering around here so late at night?" Zhang Zhiwei spoke slowly, his voice light and cheerful, revealing the lingering good mood. He didn't wait for Mo Yu to reply, but waved his hand again, grinning, "Alright, stop standing there like an idiot. Come on, come on, and chat with me, an old man."

"Yes."

Mo Yu responded respectfully, then withdrew his hand and straightened up.

With his hands tucked into his sleeves naturally in front of his stomach, he followed casually, his posture casual yet polite.

Rongshan glanced at him, his rugged face expressionless as he followed silently. Two young Taoist children, holding lanterns, lowered their heads in silence. The light from their lanterns swirled in the mist, casting shadows on the pine trees lining the path.

Zhang Zhiwei pushed the wheelchair slowly forward. Tian Jinzhong was wrapped in a blanket and occasionally coughed softly. The wind was a little chilly at night.

Mo Yu raised his eyelids slightly and took two steps forward, consciously positioning himself upwind to shield Master Tian from the wind. The zhenqi within him quietly flowed, emitting an invisible force of energy that blocked most of the cold wind, but not completely blocking it. Only a refreshing breeze caressed his face, delicate and just the right amount.

The old Taoist priest didn't even turn around and spoke calmly, "Is your visit to me related to that kid Zhang Chulan?"

"Old Heavenly Master, I will judge for you." Mo Yu's lips curled up slightly as he replied lazily, his tone cleverly circumventing the issue. "Zhang Chulan said that if I admit defeat, you'll teach me the Golden Light Curse. I promised him, so I came to you for confirmation, to prevent that thief from playing tricks on me."

A sly glint flashed in Mo Yu's eyes. He had clearly been the one who first proposed the conditions, but in his mouth, it became Zhang Chulan's. However, this wasn't really a lie; it simply omitted some of the "useless" precedent.

"Golden Light Mantra?" Zhang Zhiwei didn't stop walking, but chuckled when he heard it. He turned his head and glanced at Mo Yu: "Hasn't you figured it out on your own? Why do you need me to teach you?"

Mo Yu put his hands in his pockets and smiled apologetically: "What I have learned by myself is no match for the true teachings of the great masters of the Tianshi Mansion and you, the old Tianshi Master." His eyelids were half closed, but a hint of eagerness flashed in his eyes.

The complete Golden Light Mantra is important to him, but also unimportant.

What he really wanted was the insights of the great masters of the Tianshi Mansion on the practice of the Golden Light Mantra over the years, especially the experience of Zhang Zhiwei, the Tiantong master.

The same trick in the hands of different people can often produce two completely different effects.

The power is as different as heaven and earth!
The same set of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, can the one in Shi Huolong's hand be the same as the one in Guo Jing's hand, or even the one in Xiao Feng's hand?
For the same set of palm techniques from the Nine Yin Scriptures, some people practiced it as the Nine Yin Divine Claws, some practiced it as the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, and some practiced the quick version of the Nine Yin White Bone Claws.

For a martial arts genius like Mo Yu who can learn skills on his own, what he covets most is the practice notes of old masters like Lao Tianshi who have achieved great success in cultivation.

With these, and given some time, he would be able to create a magical skill of his own.

Zhang Zhiwei paused, squinting his eyes and looking at him for a moment, his mouth twitching slightly, but his eyes were filled with interest: "You have quite an appetite, kid."

"I hope you can give me some advice, old master." Mo Yu smiled shamelessly and bowed. His gesture was casual but showed sincerity.

The old Taoist priest's eyes twitched, and he thought to himself that if Zhang Lingyu had half the shamelessness of this kid, he wouldn't have to worry about the issue of succession. He stopped, and his hands on the wheelchair loosened slightly. He turned his head and pointed to a bunch of wild flowers on the side of the road. His tone was calm but with a hint of meaning: "Do you see the flowers on the roadside?"

Mo Yu looked in the direction of his finger. A few wildflowers swayed by the roadside in the moonlight, their petals drenched in dew, exuding a cool, refreshing air. He raised his eyelids slightly and replied respectfully, "I see."

"Do you know how to appreciate flowers?" the old Taoist priest asked again.

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Mo Yu stared at the wildflowers, his eyes thoughtful, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. His brows furrowed slightly, and his lips moved, but he didn't answer immediately.

Zhang Zhiwei ignored him and turned to look at the three disciples behind him, one big and two small, and asked, "What about you? Do you know how to look at flowers?"

The big Rongshan scratched his head and lowered it with an honest look on his face. The freckled little Yuzi lowered his head in thought, his eyes misty. But the other little Taoist boy rolled his eyes, puffed out his chest confidently and said, "How can you not appreciate flowers? Of course I can appreciate them!"

"Haha." The old Taoist priest glanced at the little Taoist boy's gleaming eyes and sneered, "You don't know how to see flowers!"

He turned to look at Mo Yu, who was still lost in thought, and said, "Taiyi Jinhua Sect Chapter 13."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu's mind suddenly flashed to the entire scripture. He quickly reviewed it in his mind, then began to recite a passage from the original text: "Once upon a time, the Master and Yan Zi climbed the top of Mount Tai and saw a white horse from Wumen. Yan Zi saw it as a streak of silk. He strained his eyes too much, and his divine light faded, leading to his early death. How can we not try to restore our divine light!"

"You've memorized the scriptures fluently," the old Taoist priest commented in a low, teasing voice. "But you don't know how to apply them. It makes no difference whether you've memorized them or not." Mo Yu's face was filled with shame, his lips drooping slightly, a flicker of introspection in his eyes. He cupped his hands and spoke sincerely, "I only have a passing understanding of the Heavenly Heart and the Primordial Spirit, and the Conscious Spirit chapters. I haven't been able to even begin to grasp the threshold of the Returning Light realm in the next five chapters."

The old Heavenly Master's mouth twitched upon hearing this, but a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes. Several of his disciples were still stuck at the first chapter of Tianxin, let alone Huiguang, yet this kid had already reached the edge of Huiguang. Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes, thinking that Mo Yu's talent and comprehension were indeed quite impressive.

The little Taoist boy, whose answer had been rejected before, listened to the conversation between the two and became even more puzzled. His face wrinkled like a bun and he asked directly, "How should we look at flowers?"

"When ordinary people look at flowers or anything else, it is the spirit of their eyes that runs outward to see." The old Taoist priest stopped talking midway and turned to look at Mo Yu. His eyes were calm but with a hint of expectation.

"I'm definitely wrong!" Mo Yu stared at the wildflowers by the roadside, a flash of enlightenment in his eyes, and he murmured softly, "I think I want the flowers to see me."

A glint of admiration flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes, and he was quite impressed by Mo Yu's understanding. But the little Taoist boy still didn't understand, and his brows furrowed even more tightly as he continued to ask, "But how did the flowers come to see me?"

Mo Yu casually pulled out his phone from his pocket, took a picture of the wildflowers on the roadside, and then showed the screen to the little Taoist boy, saying in a calm tone:

"The human eye is like a camera. Do you think it projects the spirit outward, or does it absorb the spirit of the flower into the heart?"

This explanation made Rongshan and Xiaoyuzi look as if they had suddenly understood. Rongshan paused scratching his head, a glint in his eyes. Xiaoyuzi looked up at Mo Yu, her face beneath her freckles growing more serious. The little Taoist boy, however, remained bewildered. He blinked, his mouth slightly open, unable to grasp what Mo Yu meant.

"That's the truth," the old Taoist priest stroked his beard and continued, his voice low but full of leisure. "When you look at scenery, you should let the scenery flow into your eyes. Don't focus your energy on the mountains, rivers, or flowers. That's useless and won't benefit you. Instead, it will damage your eyes and drain your mind. Why bother?"

He glanced at the three disciples lost in thought, snorted softly, and returned his gaze to Mo Yu. His tone was calm but contained a hint of admonition: "The same principle applies to swordsmanship. I watched you wield the sword today. Your divine will seemed to be restrained, but in reality, it was still externalized within the scabbard. This tells me that you haven't yet reached the state of returning to the light."

"If one day you can achieve the ability to see the spirit of flowers, grass, the earth, mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, and absorb them all into your eyes, your sword will reach a new level."

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Mo Yu remained silent, his eyes growing more pensive. He stood there, leaning slightly forward, his hands still tucked into his sleeves, his gaze fixed on the wildflowers by the roadside.

This brings us back to the classic question that the hero Mo Yu raised when he was seeking enlightenment.

What are two eyes? When you are born, you have two eyes; when you die, you lose your eyes first!
Generally speaking, two eyes refer to a person's two eyes.

But the two eyes in Taoism refer to the primordial spirit and the conscious spirit.

The Buddhists even have the saying that "Dipamkara Buddha is the light of his two eyes."

Both Buddhist and Taoist preaching likes to use such witty remarks.

Most modern people strongly detest this kind of behavior and wish all the riddlers would die!

Can't you just say what you want to say directly? Why are you beating around the bush?

It is really not possible to say it directly. "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao" and "Buddha said: It cannot be told."

What you figure out yourself is not the same as what others tell you.

It is easy to directly tell the truth to another person, it is just a matter of one sentence, but it is very difficult to guide a person to figure it out on his own, which requires a very high level of the teacher.

In terms of education level and teaching methods, the latter is actually better than the former. As for why it is not promoted
Throughout history, both in China and abroad, there are countless famous teachers and masters who can guide others to find answers on their own.

It is basically impossible to expect a big man of this level to carry out large-scale universal education.

This method is particularly selective about students. You can't offer universal education by removing all the talented students and leaving the mediocre ones behind, right? Oh, that's what elite education is all about, so that's fine.

"Disciple Mo Yu, I bow to thank the old Heavenly Master!"

After a while, Mo Yu came back to his senses and bowed deeply to the old Taoist priest with a sincere tone and gratitude in his eyes.

The old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei lived up to his title of Tiantong Daoist. 'The Way of Mankind Leads to Heaven' was a true reflection of his cultivation. In just a few words, he pointed out the way to the next realm for Mo Yu and guided him on this path.

If one day he could really absorb the essence of all things in nature, including mountains, rivers, earth, sun, moon and stars, and absorb them into his own soul, his sword intent would probably reach a level as high as the sky and as thick as the earth.

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and smiled. After receiving this salute, the smile in his eyes deepened.

Teaching a good student is a real pleasure for a teacher. Just a few casual suggestions and the student will be able to understand your profound meaning.

Compared to those stone-hearted idiots who scold you every day but still refuse to learn and make your blood pressure soar, teaching a genius like Mo Yu is really a wonderful thing that can make people happy and feel a sense of accomplishment.

"Do you understand?" Zhang Zhiwei turned to look at his disciples, his tone calm but with a hint of expectation.

"Hey, hey hey." Rong Shan scratched his head, grinned foolishly, with a blank look in his eyes. He rubbed his fingers on the back of his head, his movements so stiff that he seemed ready to switch from scratching his head to raising his arms to block at any time, and take a few blows from the old Taoist priest.

Xiao Yuzi lowered his head and remained silent, his face wrinkled as he continued to digest the thought. The little Taoist boy blinked and moved his mouth, wanting to say something but not daring to.

The old Taoist priest's smile froze instantly, and his eyes twitched. "Why the hell did I accept so many troublesome guys as my disciples? Not a single one of them is smart!"

Oh, Lingyu has been enlightened by Mo Yu today. Why don’t you let him beat them up one by one?
The moonlight shone down, and the path was as quiet as ever. Only the occasional cough from Tian Jinzhong and the rustling of Rong Shan scratching his head echoed in the night. The old Taoist priest sighed, "Forget it, Rong Shan, go and teach him the Golden Light Mantra. Remember, don't keep it to yourself."

(End of this chapter)