World Traveler

Chief Physician: Chen Tuan

[Introduction: When practicing Taoism, he took Laozi and Zhuangzi as his goal. He was known by his courtesy name Nantu and his pseudonym Fuyaozi. He witnessed the changes in the late Tang Dynasty and early Song Dynasty, and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms...]

Chen Tuan! The ancestor of dreams!

Wow, this is a real expert!

When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was a Tom cat in a white coat taking the pulse of a pretty little girl.

Tom Cat rubbed the little girl's hand for a while, meowed twice, and then realized that the other party didn't understand him, so he coughed twice.

"Ahem, it's nothing serious. Just drink more hot water and you'll be fine. But I'll also prescribe a prescription for you to calm your nerves."

Tom Cat grabbed the mouse and clicked it. After a while, the printer next to him spit out a list and handed it to the little girl.

"Thank you, Doctor Chen."

"Little things, little things."

"Goodbye, Doctor Chen."

Yanan slightly stepped aside to let the little girl walk out of the clinic. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the opposite side of Tom Cat.

"Number 18? Yanan?"

"exist."

Hearing Tom Cat's question, he nodded.

Tom Cat raised his paw and pointed at the chair.

"Sit down and tell me where you feel uncomfortable."

Yanan frowned, recalled his condition, thought for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"Junior, I don't know if I'm lost in a dream. For a moment... I can't tell what's real or what's fake. Or maybe I can tell, but I just don't want to wake up?"

Although there was some uncertainty in Yanan's words, he was very aware of his own situation.

The biggest impact was that he had gained ten years of extra memories and ten years of cultivation, making Yanan unable to tell whether it was a dream... or a reincarnation?

What I saw in the dream is still vivid in my mind, and what I learned in the dream is not forgotten at all.

After listening to Yanan's story, Tom Cat leaned back in his chair, picked up the thermos cup beside him and drank some tea.

"You're still young, and you care about too many things. Your heart in seeking the Tao isn't firm. That's not right. After all, you haven't been practicing Taoism for long, so it's normal that you haven't found your true heart yet."

"It's said that I'm sinking into a dream, but that's not the case."

"Dreams are not scary; what is scary is the blinding world."

"Family, friendship, and love."

"Duty, oath, family."

"Even though I know everything is Dharma, I am willing to sink into depravity for the sake of family, friendship, and love in the dream world.

"It's a tangled mess, and when you have too much to worry about and too much to bear, it's naturally hard to extricate yourself, and that's when you sink."

As the ancestor of dreams, Chen Tuan had experienced countless reincarnations in his dreams and could see Yanan's illness at a glance.

It is the memories of those ten years that make Yanan unable to let go of the beauty of the dream world.

Yanan himself can distinguish between reality and dreams, but ten years of memory is really too long, and they are not the same in reality as in dreams, which is why such errors occur.

"Doctor, was it a dream or reality?"

Hearing Yanan's question, Tom Cat waved his hand without thinking and gave an affirmative answer.

"Dream."

"Think carefully about this. With such limited abilities, you're still dreaming of reincarnation. I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet. Uh... No, this is already a dream."

"However, the art of dreams is full of taboos. It's destined that you were able to delve into it on your own. I'll prescribe you a prescription. Just take it on time every day."

He operated the mouse and clicked, and the machine spit out a list. After looking through it, he stamped it.

"Here, just go to the lobby on the first floor and get the medicine."

"Yes."

When Tom Cat started calling the next patient's number, Yanan stood up and walked out consciously, going down the stairs and reaching the first floor of the hall.

Along the way, Yanan didn't find anything wrong. It seemed as if everyone here was real and it was impossible to tell that this was a dream.

I found the place to pick up the medicine, stood obediently in line at the back, and scanned the QR code on the order.

【Ding! 】

[WeChat payment: 249 yuan.]

Crying, my WeChat balance is only one dollar, I will have to starve when I go back.

Soon it was Yanan's turn to get the medicine. He handed over the prescription, and the doctor in a white coat and mask placed the medicine basket in front of Yanan, muttering some precautions.

"People without blessings, longevity, luck, or destiny cannot learn. However, since you are a strong young man, I guess it will be no problem."

"Go home and study hard. Once you practice the true method, your symptoms will naturally go away."

"Thank you doctor."

The doctor replied, "You're welcome," and went back to his work.

Seeing this, Yanan chose not to disturb him. He walked out of the hospital gate, and the faint smell of disinfectant at the tip of his nose slowly dissipated.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene outside the door, he hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the bus stop not far away.

I scanned one dollar with WeChat and got on the bus.

On the bus, Yanan was like an ordinary person going home. He looked at the familiar scenery outside the window, secretly listened to the gossip of several people on the bus, or took out his mobile phone to watch some videos.

I arrived at the station very quickly. After walking for a while, I returned to the community I was familiar with. I met a few acquaintances on the way. I greeted them briefly, found the spare key at the door, opened the door and walked in.

The first thing he did when he got home was to throw himself onto the bed. Yanan was like a deflated balloon, completely powerless.

"Hu~~"

He picked up the medicine box beside him and shook it, and a piece of yellow paper fell out of it.

Pick up the yellow paper and take a look.

What caught my eye were four big characters on it.

Chen Zumeng's technique.

.....................

"Ugh~"

Kongtong Sect, Nanhua Hall, Yanan, who had just woken up from lying on the ground, stood up and stretched.

"Who will wake up first from the dream? I know it myself."

After spending three months, Yanan finally mastered the art of dreaming.

With the correct method, the memories generated in the dream were also differentiated, like a book stored in one's mind.

This is the advantage of orthodox cultivation magic. Unlike the dream magic studied by Yanan, it relies entirely on one's own energy and spirit. After waking up from the dream, people can't tell whether they are Yanan or the Yanan in the dream.

However, since I practiced the method of Chen Tuan Mengzu, I can naturally be considered his registered disciple.

"When the time comes, I'll find an opportunity to invite him to Nanhua Temple..."

He lit three incense sticks and bowed respectfully before the statue of the Nanhua Immortal.

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

After completing all the formalities, Yanan walked out of the Nanhua Palace feeling relaxed. His Taoism and magical powers had increased a lot, and his cultivation had also advanced a step further.

As I said, a thousand words cannot compare to a kind of ethical relationship.

Master, please have some tea.