Discussing the Dao

"I would like to ask the Daoist for guidance."

Qin Yang said solemnly.

"I am merely a few decades older than you. Perhaps I should be the one seeking your guidance."

The old Daoist said modestly.

"Then let us discuss it together. What exactly is the Dao?"

Qin Yang said with a smile.

"Very well." The old Daoist readily agreed.

Amid the howling wind and torrential rain stood a small Daoist temple.

Qin Yang and the old Daoist sat upon separate meditation cushions and began their discussion of the Dao.

Each of them expounded upon their own understanding of the Dao.

The so-called Dao was also the rules of the universe.

Though the Dao between the two of them was entirely different.

It was precisely through such exchanges and mutual verification that they gained different insights.

And this discussion of the Dao lasted for a hundred years.

Over those hundred years, the old Daoist remained unchanged, as though the passage of time no longer had any effect on him.

These hundred years of discussion also benefited Qin Yang immensely, raising his understanding of the Yin-Yang Origin to a new level.

Rumble!!!

That day, wind and rain raged.

A bolt of lightning flashed.

Something stirred Qin Yang's mind, awakening him from his state of discussing the Dao.

The old Daoist sat across from him, smiling faintly.

"In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed."

"It seemed to have rained as well on the night a hundred years ago when this junior first came."

Qin Yang said softly.

"This moment is just like that moment."

The old Daoist nodded.

Then he rose from his meditation cushion, walked to the entrance of the hall, and shook his head as he looked at the sky. "Those things are about to arrive.