Even if he is the leader of each sect, there is no real person alive who has the opportunity to set foot on this mountain gate.

On weekdays, people come and go to practice, and some of them have never heard of this Taoist's name when they went up the mountain, and they have never seen his face until they died, as if there was no such person in Tianzhu Peak.

"Who is that person?"

"Hahaha, good question, I want to know it too, old Taoist priest."

"Probably an immortal, right?"

The old man sighed and said with a smile: "I came to the mountain at your age, and it has been two hundred years now."

"That mountain is still like this."

"Perhaps when my life is over, this mountain will still be like that."

"Come, come, come, don't mention this matter, I will take you to see the first real person of this lineage."

The old Taoist took them to visit the real person. The real person had an ethereal temperament, was dignified and calm. Cui Yuanzhen looked solemn. When he was about to pay his respects, he saw the real person's expression stagnant. He raised his eyes slightly. In the sky, clouds were floating, vaguely visible.

Hearing the crisp sound of the jade chime, the real man's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly said: "You three, just wait, I have something to do, go now!"

Before the words could even reach the ground, the real person turned into a stream of light and flew away.

Everyone was shocked and looked up outside. They saw the yellow auspicious clouds were vast and thick, and streams of light flew away. They were either riding on the clouds and mist, or riding on the backs of cranes, straight into the highest Tianzhu Peak. It was so dazzling.

It was shocking. The old Taoist seemed to have thought of something. His eyes widened and he stepped forward and said: "This, this...could it be..."

Cui Yuanzhen said: "Did that Taoist priest come out of seclusion?"

Su Yuer'er and the boy from the Cui family sighed: "I don't know how important this is."

Many real people gathered in front of the simple Taoist temple on Tianzhu Peak.

The Taoist priest who didn't know how old he was had walked out of the Taoist temple.

At this moment, I hold a piece of paper in my hand, with poems written on it in new ink.

He was looking down at himself.

Many real people are extremely respectful.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the Taoist who had been meditating here for a thousand years put down the white paper in his hand and suddenly said:

"I was meditating just now, and it seemed like a dream but not a dream. I seemed to see a picture and woke up."

Many real people are curious.

When meditating in Taoism, you should cut off the four gates and converge the soul.

What kind of weight can this person wake up from while meditating?!

One person took a step forward and asked:

"May I ask, senior, what did you see?"

The Taoist put the white paper on the table, pondered for a long time, lowered his eyes to look at the world, and recalled the breath he felt while meditating. He had already controlled this world. The world was so big, and there was someone who could make him not notice it.

, at such a close distance, if the young man had not [deliberately] revealed his aura, he would not have been able to detect it...

I also recalled that the young man had a smile in his eyes, the old man was stroking his beard, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom. It seemed like an illusion, but when the white paper fell, it was extremely real.

He obviously has such a method, but he still shows his aura.

Too deliberate.

Could it be that you want to remind me that I cannot meditate here, as simply meditating and practicing is meaningless?

Immortals caress my head, knot my hair and receive immortality...

Is this poem self-proclaimed?

So I couldn't help but feel ups and downs in my heart. After a long time, with a few complicated emotions, I said lightly:

"Under the plum blossom tree, I saw a young man discussing Taoism with an old man."
Chapter completed!