The Dream Intruder.

At the Master's order, I had to search for the soul of Emperor Quang-Trung because he was the key to victory and success in the current spiritual war. Even though his bones and graves had been destroyed, his spirit was believed to still exist in the land of the once glorious time of Tay-Son's heroes and was still powerful. The Master did not allow me to carry weapons because metal would make me visible when I was hidden. The only tool I had was a bamboo flute, which I used to call the White Eagle in urgent situations. The quest was dangerous because Atula was present in many places where I had to go. I had two days to prepare but needed to see Ha-Mi to say goodbye. We were spiritually connected, but she could not accompany me this time because she had to protect my body while I meditated and journeyed to the seventh sky zone. Protecting my body was crucial to ensure I returned alive and completed the task. "Nation at risk, men have a responsibility"; "Invaders come, women must also fight." Although she stayed behind, her duty was vital as Nam-Hoa agents could attack at any time if my identity were revealed. Our location had yet to be discovered at the time. I rented a small house from a distant person who did not have much time to take care of it, so he left it to me. Although small, it was advantageous because it had a discreet retreat, inadvertently left by an ancestor, which aligned with my intention. After moving in, I secretly reinforced the soundproofing materials to ensure no disturbance when meditating. The current war was brutal. The Russians had developed a tool to detect mobile energy sources that could differentiate between humans and spirits. This tool could display images of the subjects and immediately cause danger by directly attacking their souls with a high-wave energy field that could permanently destroy lives. We absorbed the hidden dharma that the Master had passed on, but we still had to rely on the White Eagle to capture us in extreme situations swiftly. Fortunately, that Russian tool was not fully optimized, as it needed to be displayed on the screen before deciding to attack. We had enough intuition to know when they decoded us and then escaped without leaving a trace. It may sound absurd to use superstitious activities against modern tools. But what happened in the middle of the 21st century was a repetition of a collapsed human civilization. Humanity was heading towards self-eradication, starting anew from the primitive period. The truth is that the knowledge and manipulation of spiritual culture persisted through many destructive cycles of humanity. The civilization we see today is merely a repetition of the past. Not only was spiritual culture not obsolete, but it had endured for countless millennia. The most recent impact was during Sakyamuni's reign. Whenever humanity approaches its end, the spiritual world goes to war to protect its remaining descendants. The ancestors cannot directly intervene, but they support the spirits of the descendants. However, conflicting interests always lead to races being in conflict, making maintaining peace in the high zone difficult. Sakyamuni has been observing human self-destruction, but spiritual war is inevitable due to the ancestors' inability to escape their egos. I prepared ample food, drink, and facilities for Ha-Mi, not for myself, but for when she stayed to watch over my body to prevent it from being attacked, as I wouldn't be able to return if it was destroyed. Ha-Mi and I share the same meditation practice, but she enjoys traveling and adventuring, observing charming countries without interfering in a life full of emptiness. During this time, I faced dangers and traps due to the war in the metaphysical world, invisible to human eyes. Ha-Mi and I shared a love for our homeland, filled with happy and sad memories. Some believe that meditation disciples should rid themselves of all emotions, which is also considered ego. However, the Master allowed it, believing that noble feelings help strengthen the spirit. Many people view love between men and women as a source of suffering, but sacred love without vile passion exists. It depends on whether our minds harbor evil thoughts. Living in society, we are often tainted by greed. Returning to our honest nature as children, abandoning the artificial materialistic passions of humanity, rids us of evil thoughts. Evil thoughts stem from human society, but human instincts are not wrong for nature. It was imperative that I remember the map leading to the entrance of Tay-Son barracks, a space that had existed nearly three hundred years ago. The terrain, the hills, the mountains, the rivers, remained unchanged, but all traces of the barracks had vanished. I had to find the right spot, the spot where I could deliver the Master's message, a message of the utmost importance, to the soul of Emperor Quang-Trung. That night, I needed to bathe in clean shower water and chose to wear the appropriate outfit when meeting the emperor. Perhaps he did not mind any distinction in appearance provided that I had a good state of mind. He was a great patriot, and I was anonymous, but I also had patriotism. I felt scared of my assigned duty, so I did not fear. Once, I was poured a glass of wine from a Lady General of a European resistance army; my soul drank and felt all warmth. She appreciated and encouraged my spirit of activity, and that dream conveyed the message of great patriotism to me. The day after, I had to pass the wolf-mouth cave to transmit the message of the Master. That is not only a messenger's but also a pioneer's mission. The Master himself could not know how the spirit of Sir Quang-Trung was. Through many changing times, even his bones were destroyed by the Nguyen Dynasty. Either he changed his mind. Therefore, he did not want to interfere in worldly affairs anymore. One thing the Master knew for sure was that he had not yet been able to reincarnate his life because his misery was so heroic. This was the historical context that shaped our present. He could not yet be judged because his soul was still waiting to complete a task. It was to help posterity overcome suffering. A mission was predicted several hundred years ago. After a restful night's sleep, I woke up with a rejuvenated spirit, ready to embark on the task. Ha-Mi had prepared a meditation spot for me. The meditation room was tidy and adjusted to be warm and pleasant, with a hint of incense to create a peaceful ambiance. This was the beginning of my spiritual awakening. I would be alone in the closed room, and she would be outside monitoring the camera system. When I closed the door, no small insects could enter, although there was still a ventilation system and filter to remove pollutant emissions to ensure an adequate air supply. I chose six o'clock, when the sun fully warmed the atmosphere after a cold night, starting with a cool, beautiful morning. Having practiced hard for many years, I entered meditation at ease, focusing on the halo of light before my eyes that changed from green to warm yellow. As the light formed a cylindrical tube, I began to fly into it and slowly increased the speed. The pipe was not completely straight, but I had to often bend and twist around the bends, sometimes as hard as a spiral. Because of my experience, I didn't panic like the first time. At the time, I had to go up to the seventh zone. It was not that I was flying, but I was being sucked in, accelerating faster, and eventually, I fainted in a coma without knowing anything. In a half-awake state, I heard vaguely from a distance the melodious music was sometimes soft, sometimes jubilant like the festival to my ears, making my soul bobble. Suddenly, a warm glow of the sun's rays shone on my eyes, startling me awake. I rubbed my eyes and saw a character crouching, pressing face to my face to observe. It was so abrupt that I swung my hand up to push away. The other character jumped up in shock, but she still watched me with utterly questioning eyes. When I recovered, I discovered that the other was a female. She was completely topless and wrapped in a Champa sarong with sparkling colors. With her dark face and beautiful eyes, the female continued to stare at me, with no hesitation or shyness. - Excuse me, could you tell me where I am? The woman shook her head slightly but suddenly flushed away, and I could barely realize that she had four more legs. My instinct told me something was about to go wrong. Using the stealth magic that the Master showed, I hurriedly removed all of my clothes, hid them on the rock, transferred the colors of my body to sepia, and hid myself on the cliff. Just in time, a swarm of Atula from afar pulled in. They raced across the ground and flew into the sky, looking awful and ferocious, all three heads, six arms, nine eyes. There was a big guy. The most muscular had a red body like a beetroot, and all over his body sprouted many arms that could rise to hundreds of meters long to rummage. Fortunately, I hid in the cliffs that he could not expect. The Atula female led him to the right place where I appeared, pointing to where I lay along with the marks on the grass. Luckily, I could fly quickly to the foot of the mountain. If not, the Atula herd would have discovered and caught me. They searched throughout the sky with sharp hawk eyes. If I had not turned a succession to the cliff color, there would have been no way I could escape. It was not until nightfall that the Atula herds retreated. I knew I could not stay here, so I hurriedly recovered my clothes and quickly left. I went through the forest and followed the streams from night to morning. Looking at the North Star, I went southeast to search for the Con River, which flowed through the places where the Tay-Son brothers once raised waves and storms.