Chapter 824 It will be unlucky to keep the concept of mythology open all the time, Kai Mingzai

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The white-haired Taoist happily watched his treasury increase slightly and sighed with satisfaction. The takeout box next to him was not so much for filling his stomach as it was for eating some human smoke, not to let himself slowly become

It is truly transcendent and does not eat the world.

In that case, Wei Yuan, as a human, would be dead.

But a better anchor point is, get married, get married, have five children, have five children!

Not composed yet...

Wei Yuan sighed, and when he swept his sleeves away, the remaining contents of the takeout turned into powder, completely returning to the original particles, with no possibility of contamination at all. He supported his chin with one hand and played with the white hair on his temples with the other.

The green Taoist robe he was wearing had long since turned into a black and red sportswear.

On her feet were a pair of off-brand Shenzhou sneakers.

After eating the fried beef river, I lazily heated up a cup of tea and took a nap. The Taoist sects all have a rule. Whether they are Shangqing, Longhu, or Wudangshan disciples, they all pay attention to the so-called innate purple energy, so their morning classes must be Tian

It's not bright yet, and it's dark when I get up.

After completing the morning class, visually observe the division of yin and yang, and absorb the innate purple energy to strengthen the inner breath.

However, this is actually a way to strengthen the Taoist mind through movement rituals and start daily practice. It does not even reach the state of having a hundred meridians. It is necessary to absorb the clear air flowing out of the yin and yang, not to mention inhaling.

If it doesn't come, if it can be sucked in, it would be a magical power at the level of the Great Wilderness.

He's a little sleepy now.

It's because he's mentally sleepy. Physically, he won't be tired even if he's been thrown under Jiuyou and cooked for a thousand years. But it's already this time and it's not good to go back to sleep. Wei Yuan stretched out his palm, and the brand mark appeared again.

emerge.

"The sky is clear and refreshing, and the tragic song is clear in the sky."

The Taoist sighed and closed the brand.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his energy returned to the Heavenly Talisman Array. When he returned here, the spirit body naturally connected with the [Yuan Shi] node. He was sitting cross-legged in that talisman node with a white robe and a dark wooden hairpin.

There are a lot of ideas.

It can be roughly said that in fact, in the real world, there is only "Tai Shang".

The other two are not humans themselves, but the ancestors of the Tao sect who personified the concept of "Tao".

So there is no Sanqing here.

But these thousands of years of prayer, morning prayers, and silent meditation in my heart are true.

Therefore, there is a large amount of pending files accumulated here, which is probably equivalent to finding out that there are about two thousand years of work accumulated here on the first day of work, and you have the urge to turn around and leave for a moment.

The white-haired Taoist yawned and was idle. He stretched out his hand and picked up a strand at random. His eyes blurred and he saw the image remaining in this strand of breath——

In troubled times, Taoists walk with swords and fight against the government for a village.

The one who betrayed him in the end was a child he saved.

But there were only three steamed buns coming out from the other side, so the kid told the Taoist priest his whereabouts.

Because the child also has a thirteen-year-old sister at home and a bedridden mother.

But in the end, the child attracted soldiers and horses, and the horses trampled through the village. He stabbed his mother to death on the bed with a spear, took his sister away, and even he was trampled to death. The Taoist who was about to be hanged finally looked at this

In the troubled times, there is no sadness or joy. I just said a word to Yuanshi Tianzun and saw the barbarians in front of me coming to kill.

There are also cases of ascetic cultivation in the mountains, where children are led back to the mountains by old Taoists.

Every day I farm, collect herbs, go down the mountain to treat diseases, and go up the mountain with some eggs and salt.

Then the old Taoist priest died.

The young Taoist priest turned into a young Taoist priest. When the young Taoist priest went down the mountain to do justice, he encountered a monster. Finally, he chose to follow the kind-hearted banshee to escape the world. The last young Taoist priest looked at the Taoist temple on the mountain with a complicated expression and said

With a sentence of Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, he turned and left.

The final screen changes.

The white-haired Taoist walked back into the mountains again.

His face still vaguely had the outline of his childhood, his eyes were quiet, and he had a broken arm.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord, Pindao is back..."

Either sad or happy, there are knights and common people, most of them are just Taoist priests who chant and practice, and their sadness and joy are contained in the restrained praises. For thousands of years, they have never dissipated and have surged forth in a mighty way.

Move up.

There are even evil thoughts among them. Some have committed illegal acts and killed people to get rich. They used their finances to build Taoist temples. There are also royal rewards and longing for immortality. The white-haired Taoist even saw a Taoist leading a good girl into the mountain. In these three

In front of the Qing Palace, there are clouds and rain, and the phoenixes are turned upside down. When the temper comes, they chant a song to offend the Heavenly Lord, offend.

Very rhythmic.

The white-haired Taoist subconsciously raised his hand, almost planning to hit it with a thunderbolt.

Then I realized that this was hundreds of years ago.

Stretching out his hand and pinching his forehead, countless emotions, desire, greed, longing, sadness, pain, and even heroic, penetrating emotions accompanied by chanting sounds have accumulated here for thousands of years. These things are extremely dangerous.

.

The anchor identifies the self.

But in other words, if you insist on accepting an anchor that does not belong to you.

Then there will be people who will be guided by these things, deviate from themselves, and turn into the "original" thoughts that all things desire, compassion, vastness, the power to change everything, but also magnanimous, and will let go of some mistakes. These things continue to corrode

Wei Yuan self.

Then, the white-haired Taoist faintly went crazy, seemed to have lost himself, and seemed to have transformed into another Yuanshi Tianzun that the people longed for. Immediately, a slender palm pressed between the white-haired Taoist's eyebrows, and the latter's movements froze.

, there was actually Wei Yuan in front of him.

"...Sure enough, this thing is not a good thing."

"Fortunately, I saved a hand."

Wei Yuan flicked his sleeves, his clone dissipated, and those desires instinctively surged to contaminate him, "The desires of the common people, so much misery, accumulated for more than two thousand years? It's really hard work..."

The white-haired Taoist lowered his eyes and whispered, stretched out his palm, pressed it on the desire, and said calmly:

"pity."

"It's nothing more than that."

The sleeves and robes shook, and thunder boomed thirty-six times, directly shaking away the desire.

The negative things that had been formed in these long years collided with the true spirit of Wei Yuan's own body and were directly knocked away. Five thousand years of troubled times were not wasted. The endless misery, Wei Yuan has seen too much

many.

If those distracting thoughts had self-awareness, I'm afraid they would be shocked.

Who is this, and why is he tougher than himself?

"Sure enough, if these negative things are kept together for too long, garbage will breed."

Wei Yuan held these accumulated things, thoroughly washed them hundreds of times with his own energy, and then shook his hands and turned them into a scroll.

Countless longing chants from the pre-Qin era to the present were arranged in front of Wei Yuan according to the timeline. Based on the past and desires of these countless people, he directly tried to use his own sensitivity to fate to transform them.

Made this scroll.

These illusions of living beings first began to spread according to the time when the concept of "Three Purities" was born.

Then, even the parts of [Lao Tzu] and [Tai Shang] spread forward.

With two eyes, you can basically see what happened in every year of these two thousand years.

It's just that it's not comprehensive enough, thorough enough, or real enough.

But it can still be regarded as more than two thousand years of time in the palm of his hand. Wei Yuan lost a ray of consciousness in it, visited these false years, and then gathered the true spirit. As he expected, relying on this thing, he grasped it in reverse

The long course of time.

Although it's just a wisp of ripples.

It was originally impossible to do.

However, after all, I was thrown into the years by that scumbag Fuxi, and the residual feeling is still there.

Wei Yuan still felt the ripples that were so weak and almost impossible to exist.

"really……"
To be continued...