I cultivate the Purple Mansion Golden Elixir Dao on Earth

"...'The Questions and Answers in the Baiyang Temple'?"

The name made Jiang Songjing's gaze sharpen, then she smiled and exclaimed in praise:

"Great name! I'll go back to my room and write down everything Brother Lin said, whether it's the explanations when we first entered Baiyang Temple or the Daoist discourse just now—that way, I'll have the first and second chapters of 'Questions and Answers in Baiyang Temple,' haha!"

Having said that, his eyes lit up, and he walked excitedly toward the storeroom of Baiyang Temple, not wanting to wait even a moment longer.

Watching Jiang Songjing leave quickly and disappear into the warehouse doorway, Lin Yu gently shook her head, her smile gradually fading, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

"It was just a casual remark, but it sparked a sudden impulse in me... This feeling is quite mysterious."

Lin Yu murmured.

Although it was a momentary expression, his understanding of Daoist principles was formed naturally by combining his memories of two lifetimes.

The Dao is not constant and unchanging; its doctrines change with time. The Dao is not a single lineage across all ages; its doctrines change with the times.

In his view, the current achievements of the "scientific doctrines" of this world, whether in terms of destruction, defense, maintenance, or life extension, are far inferior to the "cultivation doctrines" of the previous life.

The most powerful nuclear weapon in the current arsenal, with a yield of one million units, is only comparable to a full-force attack from a cultivator at the Purple Mansion level.

Even if all the nuclear weapons in the world's stockpile were released at once, they wouldn't threaten a single hair on the True Lord's head.

As for its other benefits, needless to say.

Before the [Ganmu Tianyang Fengsheng Zhenjun] of the [Changqing Sect] attained enlightenment, the lifespan of a cultivator in the previous life was one hundred for fetal breathing, two hundred for refining qi, three hundred for foundation building, and five hundred for purple palace.

After attaining the [Ganmu] fruit position... the lifespan of cultivators in the four realms of Fetal Breathing, Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Purple Mansion increases by fifty, one hundred, two hundred, and three hundred respectively!

A cultivator at the Purple Mansion level can remain in the world for eight hundred years as long as their origin is not damaged!

On Earth... this is enough to leap from an agrarian civilization to the information age.

However, compared to the prominence of "cultivation theory" in the cultivation world of the previous life, the prospects of "scientific theory" in this life seem rather bleak.

In Lin Yu's eyes, it is still precious.

"Although its power is not readily apparent and its offensive capabilities are weak, the value of the 'Scientific Dao Theory' lies in the fact that it can operate without spiritual energy. Various scientific theories are also explorations of the rules of this universe—that is the 'manifested Dao' independent of spiritual energy and attainment!"

"Moreover, it grants mortals the power to potentially threaten Foundation Establishment cultivators or even Purple Mansion cultivators without any cultivation, even if it's just a possibility..."

You need to know, in the cultivation world of the previous life, what were mortals?

They are merely bait in the mouths of the demonic cultivation path!

It's a toy in Lianqi's palm!

It's material from the foundation furnace!

These are the ants that Zifu uses to create imagery!

Yet in this world, ordinary people have created their own great power.

Even though this power is weak, it is different from Taoist magic and supernatural powers, forming its own system.

"Scientific Taoism" and "Taoist Practice" are actually two trees on one tree, or two fruits from one tree.

In Lin Yu's view, its potential is far more than just the power that currently covers only the skies above the Earth and extends as far as the surface of the moon. It has infinite possibilities and can be used as a supplement to his own path of immortality.

"I use the metal element to catalyze spiritual energy, demonstrating to heaven and earth the path of embryonic breathing and energy cultivation leading to the attainment of Buddhahood. Meanwhile, the scientific theories of this world, with their four fundamental forces and elements such as particles and fields, complete my 'scientific Daoist theory'... The Dao has mutual mechanisms and interactions. This is a kind of mutual complementarity!"

"Moreover... the science that has evolved from humanity's exploration of phenomena over thousands of years is the greatest vision on Earth today! For seekers of the Tao, this is an unimaginable treasure! If I do not incorporate it into my Taoist teachings and make it part of my own foundation, wouldn't that be a waste of such a precious resource?"

Lin Yu gazed at the horizon, his eyes sparkling with a radiant light.

"Cultivation and science are both sufficient for me; I can embrace both and they can even be interconnected. Spiritual energy can pulse, can leap, and can be used for scientific experiments using accelerators and tokamak devices... So why can't the indicators of various scientific theories and phenomena be combined with cultivation and become the authority that cultivators can attain?"

"After all, in the previous life, Yin and Yang and the Five Elements could all lead to enlightenment, while Wind and Thunder, which released demons from the heavens, transformed into extraordinary results. So in this world, how can gravity, electromagnetism, the strong and weak forces... these forces that permeate the universe, not also become a kind of enlightenment!?"

In that instant, Lin Yu had no more doubts about his path.

But when Lin Yu thought of the book "Questions and Answers from Baiyang Temple", his heart stirred again.

Thinking of Jiang Songjing, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself:

"This person is quite fortunate. My first interpretation of Daoist doctrines in this life was in the book 'Questions and Answers from the White Sun Temple,' yet it gave him the opportunity to record it in the classics."

"If one day I reach that supreme pinnacle and achieve the accomplishments of an Immortal Lord or Dao Ancestor, then this book alone will be enough to establish my status as at least a Dao Embryo Immortal."

This is by no means an exaggeration, and it's even an understatement.

It should be understood that in Lin Yu's previous life, the words of the Dao Ancestor had a completely different meaning from what ordinary people said.

Especially when it comes to such a grand path.

So-called words are not ordinary words.

It was a prophecy!

……

Just as Jiang Songjing rushed back into the house in ecstasy and began writing furiously, Lin Yu stood under the pine tree, silently contemplating and pondering.

On the highway a dozen kilometers away from Baiyang Temple, a Mercedes-Benz GLS was driving steadily toward Baiyang Temple.

Leaves swirled and drifted onto the car, only to be tossed aside and fall to the ground, piling up into a patch of yellow moss on the forest path.

"How much longer until we reach that dilapidated Taoist temple!"

The woman sitting in the second row of seats on the left in the car shouted exaggeratedly.

The woman's face was heavily made up, with thick layers of makeup, resulting in an excessively yellowish-black color that clashed completely with her exposed, fair arms.

She scratched her left arm as if shooing away some unseen insect, frowning and saying fiercely:

"Leaving the city and the national highway is one thing... but after driving all that awful asphalt road, they tell me there's a forest trail here! When will this ever end?!"

Hearing the woman's heavy complaints, the man sitting in the driver's seat, his two strong, muscular arms gripping the steering wheel tightly, remained silent, his sharp gaze fixed ahead, clearly already accustomed to the woman's tone.

But the young man, dressed in a suit and looking like a handsome young man, who was sitting in the same row on the right as the woman, frowned.

His clearly groomed eyebrows twitched slightly, like a tiny insect flapping its wings, yet he patiently and slowly offered words of comfort:

"Sister, after all, this is a task assigned by Father. This time, you should still go see your brother, to give him face..."

"Face? Pshaw!"

The woman glanced at him sideways, her expression disdainful.

"What 'younger brother'?! He's just a bastard child that old geezer secretly kept outside!"

Upon hearing this, the young man's expression changed drastically.

"Yang Wanyi!"

"What are you saying? Show some respect to your father!"

"Pah! Yang Ruixing, stop pretending! I don't believe you really consider that old man's illegitimate son as some kind of 'brother'! You're just putting on a show!"

A woman named Yang Wanyi raised her head and shouted:

"Don't forget, the three of us share the surname Yang, the Yang of the Yang family! And that old bastard even changed his own surname to marry into the family... His original surname was Ying! And that bastard he secretly left outside, I think his surname is Jiang?"

"Tell me, why would we, brothers and sisters born of the same mother, acknowledge a bastard surnamed Jiang, the offspring of an old geezer surnamed Ying, as our brother? If you're so wild, why don't you go out and adopt some stray dogs?!"

Yang Ruixing gave a heavy "humph," his face showing anger.

However, a hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes, indicating that he did not completely disagree with Yang Wanyi's words.

However, he still had to make some show of it, so Yang Ruixing replied casually:

"No matter what, he's half like us in the blood. And your assessment of Dad is too harsh. Although Father married into the family, he built most of the current business empire. Even after Grandpa handed the company over to him, he said he might not be able to do as well as him... At least the company has weathered all the storms of the past few years, and its market value and revenue have continued to rise. The senior executives are also willing to support him as general manager and chairman."

"Even if you don't approve of your father, you shouldn't slander him. He hasn't cheated or socialized for so many years, and he hasn't been philandering. Now that he's old and bedridden, he's thinking about taking back the child of his fleeting romances from his youth... We should understand his feelings."

"He dares to do that!"

Yang Wanyi let out a sneer and turned her head to look out the window.

"Grandpa's assessment of him was just a polite gesture. Although Grandpa gave him the position, everyone knows who has been the real leader of the group all these years."

"Besides, you're trying to understand his feelings... Why didn't he bring this up five years ago when Mom was still alive so we could understand? Why didn't he think about asking Grandpa to understand two years ago when Grandpa was still alive?"

"When my mother and grandfather were still alive, he didn't dare to utter a word, acting like a virtuous husband and son, and he didn't even know where his illegitimate child was."

"Now that the two people are gone, the people he feared are no longer there, and he has the majority of the group's shares in his own hands, he's finally able to hold his head high in his old age, and only now has he started thinking about bringing back his illegitimate child who's been living abroad, haha..."

"Yang Ruixing! I'm telling you, if it weren't for the deep-rooted connections within and outside the Yang family, that old geezer would have been content to just be a member of the Yang family—he even dared to pull off a 'three generations returning to the clan,' do you believe me? Or do you just think the name Ying Ruixing sounds nice?"

Yang Wanyi's barrage of sarcasm finally ignited genuine anger in Yang Ruixing's eyes.

His brows furrowed, and he lowered his voice, coldly saying:

"Yang Wanyi! Watch your manners!"

"Since you don't understand normal language, I'll say something practical—don't forget what Father said. Besides the shares in the group, he also has foreign exchange accounts, stocks, and interest-bearing bonds in his personal name... He plans to distribute these assets in his will after we bring our younger brother back; otherwise, they'll go directly into overseas investment funds after he dies!"

"Dad's tone at the time was very clear, and sending us to pick up Jiang Songjing was also his way of testing our attitude—if you really want what's rightfully yours, at least pretend to put his mind at ease!"

Although everyone in the Mercedes-Benz GLS was someone he could completely trust, Yang Ruixing still subconsciously lowered his voice, but his tone was even more intense.

These words vaguely reached the driver's ears, but the man with muscles like cast iron didn't even raise an eyebrow. Yang Wanyi, however, curled her lip in disapproval.

"Tch... Only you, Mr. Yang, would care so much about this working capital. After all, the whole group will be under your management in the future, and without this money, you, as the chairman, won't be able to hold your position securely."

Yang Wanyi gave a cold smile.

"I'm different. I'm all alone overseas, without any company to tie me down. Whether I get billions in the future or just a few hundred million, I'll live a comfortable life. What do I have to be afraid of?"

The veiled meaning in those words made Yang Ruixing's brow twitch again. But he didn't respond, instead offering a cold laugh:

"Really not that much money? Heh, I heard that Ms. Wanyi has been sleeping with quite a few male models and celebrities during her years studying in Canada. It's all over the industry that the eldest daughter of the Yang family has the feat of 'sleeping with seven men in one night, spanning three different types,' which has brought a lot of glory to our family. Some people even joked that you're contributing to global peace... If Miss Yang wants to continue this extravagant lifestyle, she won't even be able to afford a big house if she doesn't have enough money. How will she throw parties then?"

Yang Ruixing was furious, and his words became increasingly malicious.

Yang Wanyi immediately gritted her teeth, but instead of flying into a rage, she coldly said through gritted teeth:

"So what?"

"That old geezer, a 'model of thirty years of reform' and a 'pioneer of economic opening up,' turned out to be nothing more than a reformist who married into a wealthy family and a promiscuous man who fathered children everywhere. And you, Yang Ruixing, do you think I don't know about your mistress in Australia and the various ways you go on yacht trips on the high seas? You men can indulge in debauchery and call yourselves free... What's wrong with me being a little more liberated?"

"……you!"

The two men were locked in a fierce battle of wits, exchanging insults and accusations. The atmosphere in the carriage was thick with the unsettling tension of their mutual torment, and the conflict seemed poised to escalate further.

But just then, a faint voice came from the last row of seats in the Mercedes-Benz GLS.

"...It's so noisy."

The two of them froze for a moment.

They all glanced back simultaneously. A girl, serene and beautiful, yet with an unyielding chill in her eyes, took off the headphones she had been wearing. Her exquisitely beautiful eyes curved upwards like a waning crescent moon.

The girl made no attempt to hide her disdainful frown, and coldly addressed the two embarrassed faces that were leaning towards her:

"I'm telling you two, even the sound of MOOCs can't drown out your low-level remarks."

"So... could you guys shut up a little and evolve your brain components? At least evolve from reptiles to be a little more like primates?"

Despite appearing to be the youngest, the girl's words instantly dissolved the previously heated argument. Yang Wanyi and Yang Ruixing exchanged a glance, then turned away sullenly, remaining silent.

Seeing this, the girl shook her head, but instead of putting her headphones back on, she asked softly:

"Uncle Shan, how much longer until we reach Baiyang Temple?"

The driver, whom she called "Uncle Shan," gripped the steering wheel and said in a deep voice:

"Miss Xiyi, it's just ahead... Look."

Before the words were finished, a Taoist temple, about an acre in size, with white bricks and black tiles, suddenly appeared, hidden in the shade of the trees.

The Mercedes-Benz GLS stopped directly on the road a few meters away from the Taoist temple. The doors opened, and several people filed out of the car.

Perhaps to cover up her embarrassment in the car, a somewhat ashamed Yang Wanyi was the first to rush to the front of the Baiyang Temple and banged on the temple gate several times.

Seeing that the temple gates were not open, she immediately frowned, looking impatient, and shouted into the temple:

"Are there any living people left in the temple? Come out and greet our guests!"