Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 484 - 257: Brocade Fur Rat

The memories of the once tragic state of Lion Camel City flashed through their minds, and at once, they were left without words.

"Brother Lu Yu," a crisp voice called out from afar. It turned out to be Cui Cui, running over with her rag doll, her face full of joy.

Compared to the natural interactions with Tang Monk, everyone felt both fear and gratitude towards Lu Yu, but deliberately maintained their distance.

From Cui Cui's mouth, they learned that the person who gave them hope was the Scholar in the green robe before them, not to mention the vivid memory of Lu Yu drawing his Treasured Sword in the void to slay the Green Lion and Bai Xiang.

Therefore, everyone was extremely grateful to Lu Yu, but they intentionally kept their distance, always trembling with trepidation in front of him, for fear of angering Lu Yu.

Only Cui Cui was as eager as ever, perhaps in her naive heart, Lu Yu had always been the handsome young brother, the good person who saved her and made everyone happy, so she sincerely wished to be close to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu really liked this feeling, so when he saw Cui Cui rushing towards him with a blissful smile, he happily opened his arms and hugged the little girl who jumped up.

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Touching her slightly damp hair from running, Lu Yu asked with a smile, "Is it Xiao Cui Cui? Have you finished your chores for today?"

"Yes, yes. Today, Da Niu and the others helped everyone collect a lot of stones," Cui Cui said proudly.

She then told Lu Yu all about her actions for the day, sharing her happiness with him.

Lu Yu listened to Cui Cui's words with a beaming smile on his face, his heart filled with warmth. Only at moments like this could he truly feel that he was alive in this world.

With the gradual increase in strength, Lu Yu keenly felt his humanity slowly diminishing, while his divine nature gradually strengthened. If he continued to cultivate so single-mindedly, he would gradually lose his humanity and become an existence much like a Divine Spirit, acting only on instinct.

This was the so-called process of Shape-shifting into the Dao. Becoming one with the Dao was indeed powerful beyond measure, but losing all emotions and desires and becoming just an instrument of the Great Dao was no different than being dead.

For the many great beings of the Three Realms, they were invincible against countless calamities. However, their true opponent was often themselves, and maintaining their humanity while enhancing their power was the biggest challenge for each of these powerful beings.

In this regard, Laozi and Buddha did the best. They not only successfully maintained the balance themselves but also put forward feasible theoretical methods with minimal drawbacks. This is why Buddhism and the Taoist Sect are so widespread in the Three Realms.

Of course, not everyone would choose these two paths, and the many great beings of the Three Realms have developed different paths based on the methods of Buddhism and the Taoist Sect.

Lu Yu, on the other hand, chose to deeply engage with the mundane world and sincerely feel the vividness of life to keep his humanity intact.

Naturally, this approach also had its drawbacks. Becoming too entangled with the mundane world often led to being enveloped in karma. If one became too emotionally involved, there was a good chance of deviating from the original intent and taking a path against the heavens to change fate, an outcome that often meant becoming imprisoned like a bird, entwined in karma until one's body perished and Dao vanished.

Grasping the scale of it was the difficulty, Lu Yu, borrowing from the Taoist Sect's principle of inaction and acting accordantly with destiny, had done well up until now. The best portrayal of him was a blend of seeming both emotional and unemotional.

During the night, the sun had long since set, and darkness enveloped the earth. Tonight's sky was shrouded in dark clouds, the bright moonlight blocked by the clouds, and the dazzling Milky Way had vanished. Only the gentle breeze swept across the land, rustling through the thick woods, and in the still of the night, it made a whispering sound.

At this time, Lion Camel City had also fallen into silence. After the day's hard work, everyone had succumbed to deep sleep, save for a few bored individuals on night duty, guarding the camp's gate, yawning uncontrollably.

A white figure flitted by gently, like a bolt of lightning, unbeknownst to the guards who were already blurry with sleep.

When the white figure stopped, it turned out to be a spotlessly white small mouse.

Its fur was as white as jade, without a single impurity; a pair of round ears sat on its head, and two round eyes surveyed the surroundings. It looked rather adorable.

The small mouse cast a thief-like glance around and went to a deserted corner. It then suddenly spoke in human speech, "These three monsters of Lion Camel City have such methods, yet they were so easily slain here by that human Lu Yu; it's truly chilling, and who knows if that scourge has left yet." The voice was melodious and sweet, quite pleasing to hear, but coming from a small mouse's mouth, in the pitch-black, silent night, it seemed very eerie and frightening.

The scourge she referred to was naturally Lu Yu, who had held his treasured sword high and decapitated the Green Lion and Bai Xiang that day, a scene that still echoed in her mind, causing her to awaken in alarm from her sleep, dreaming that her own head had been chopped off by Lu Yu and blood had spilled everywhere.

Her tiny figure searched everywhere in the not-so-large camp, hoping to find out whether Lu Yu had already left.

When she entered a seemingly nice room, her eyes instantly lit up; she saw a familiar figure, someone she had yearned for over the years.

Golden Cicada, the second disciple under Buddha Ancestor, the odd one out on Mount Ling, synonymous with heresy in Buddhism.

But in her eyes, Golden Cicada was the gentlest being on all of Mount Ling, who never belittled her for her lowly status nor scorned her because of her identity.

She still remembered the first time she saw Golden Cicada. This Buddhist Disciple, like the sun in the sky, had actually slowed his pace and said to her, who was a mouse back then, "What a cute little mouse; if it transformed into a human form, she would be a beauty."

It was that phrase that made her unforgettable for a lifetime. From then on, she vowed to cultivate and transform into a true beauty to meet him. Throughout the many years, she practiced tirelessly, step by step towards her goal. But one day, she suddenly heard that he supposedly derided Buddhism and was demoted to the mortal world.

That news left her, who was already on the verge of shape-shifting, greatly dismayed, plummeting into a long period of depression, and it took her many years to recover and slowly stash that silhouette in her heart.

Unexpectedly, today she saw the person she had thought of day and night in this place. He was still the same as before, radiating Buddha Nature, like a sun illuminating the world, but he had matured more than before. The frivolous air about him had decreased a lot, replaced by an increase in steadiness.

The little mouse stared with wide eyes, feeling that no matter how she looked at him, he seemed very handsome, and her heart was filled with joy. She couldn't take her eyes off him, and in fact, had completely forgotten the purpose of her visit.