Chapter 825 Mysterious old man, hear the word in a dream!
The voice just now clearly sounded in his ears, and the content of the voice was exactly the first sentence of the Tao Te Ching. Apart from this scroll of bamboo slips, Chen Jinyuan really couldn't think of anything else questionable in this stone chamber.
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"Is it really a treasure?"
Chen Jinyuan's heart suddenly thought, whether it was true or not, he would know if he tried again.
He put the bamboo slip of the Tao Te Ching aside, and instead of using it as a pillow this time, he took out an alarm clock from the space, set the time, and then lay on the table and fell asleep again.
It has been scientifically proven that sleep quality is excellent for careless people. Chen Jinyuan has a habit of sleeping on the left side. It is not easy to fall asleep, but as long as he sleeps on the right side, he will fall asleep in less than five minutes.
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Half an hour later, Chen Jinyuan was awakened again, but this time it was no longer the familiar voice, but the sound of the alarm clock.
Chen Jinyuan shivered, sat up, and rubbed his eyes. It took him a long time to remember what he had done before going to bed. The alarm clock next to him was still ringing. He quickly grabbed the alarm clock and saw that it was half the time he had set.
The hour limit is up.
"That voice didn't appear?" Chen Jinyuan's eyes showed surprise, and then he was extremely happy. The nightmarish voice did not appear in his dream again. In other words, the voice just now might actually be playing tricks on the bamboo slips of the Tao Te Ching.
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"Good guy, I can't tell, this thing of yours is really a treasure~" Chen Jinyuan picked up the bamboo slip next to him, his eyes glowed with a thick green light, but all this was just his own guess. Is it really a treasure?
, then we still need to do more experiments.
Full of expectation, Chen Jinyuan wrapped the bamboo slip and put it on the desk, and then used it as a pillow to sleep on it.
"Huhuhu~~"
Chen Jinyuan's slight snoring soon sounded in the stone chamber.
"The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be named, but it is not named. The nameless is the beginning of all things; the name is the mother of all things. Therefore, there is no desire. To observe its..."
The familiar voice sounded in Chen Jinyuan's dream again, but this time, the same voice sounded like the sound of heavenly music to Chen Jinyuan. The corners of Chen Jinyuan's mouth curved. He chirped twice, but he did not wake up.
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In a dream.
Chen Jinyuan suddenly found himself at the foot of a hill. The hill looked extremely desolate, like a small hill. The old voice came from the top of the hill.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Jinyuan raised his legs and ran towards the top of the mountain, eager to know who was on the top of the mountain.
Mountain top.
As soon as Chen Jinyuan climbed to the bare top of the mountain, he saw an old man in white Taoist clothing sitting cross-legged on a flat ground in front of him.
The old man held a fly whisk horizontally, his beard and hair were all white, his eyebrows and beards hung down long, and his mouth and nose were covered, giving him an decrepit appearance. It was hard to tell how old he was, and the old man's body seemed to blend into the surroundings.
The environment was ordinary. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chen Jinyuan would not have felt that there was anyone on the top of the mountain.
The old man's mouth kept opening and closing, and words that coincided with the great road came out of his mouth one by one. He seemed to be preaching to himself. He also seemed to be preaching to all things in the world.
Chen Jinyuan slowly walked over and saw a beige futon placed in front of the old man. Chen Jinyuan stood for a while and then sat cross-legged on it.
The old man seemed not to have seen Chen Jinyuan. Chen Jinyuan's appearance did not disturb his sermon, and Chen Jinyuan did not interrupt him. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes, and listened quietly.
"... Dao rushes, but when used, it is not full, Yuanha! It is like the origin of all things. File it, resolve its confusion, and its light, with its dust, Zhanha! It seems like or exists, I don't know who it is.
His son, the ancestor of Emperor Xiang..."
What the old man was reciting was the Tao Te Ching that Chen Jinyuan was familiar with. But when this sutra was recited from the old man's mouth, the feeling was completely different. It could be said that it was a world of difference. The sound seemed to contain endless meanings.
Chen Jinyuan can understand each of the principles of martial arts in detail, and each one of them allows Chen Jinyuan to have a deeper understanding of martial arts.
However, the more you understand, the more you don’t understand. Chen Jinyuan closed his eyes and listened quietly, with extremely rich expressions on his face. He smiled when he heard what he understood, but frowned when he heard what he didn’t understand.
He raised his brows, laughed and got angry, scratched his ears, and scratched his cheeks. His expressions alternated, which was really weird.
At first, he was somewhat understandable, but later on, Chen Jinyuan began to feel that it was obscure and difficult to understand. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he felt dizzy and dizzy. Finally, he fell asleep in his dream.
"...Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and regard all things as a humble dog; the saints are unkind, and regard their surnames as a humble dog. Between the heaven and the earth, is it like a chariot? It is empty and unyielding, and it rises when it moves. It is difficult to keep in mind the number of people who have heard a lot.
middle..."
Cranes are crowing, auspicious clouds are blooming, and flowers are falling from the sky. As the Tao Te Ching is recited from the old man's mouth, the desolate mountain top slowly turns green. If there are any bystanders, you can see the plants struggling to break through.
The dry soil bloomed with strong vitality and threw itself into the embrace of the blue sky with all its strength.
The old man's tongue was full of lotus flowers, and the lotus flowers condensed with spiritual energy fell from the auspicious clouds in the sky. They spread loudly on the top of the mountain and turned into pieces of spiritual mist. In an instant, the mountain top was enveloped.
The vegetation on the mountain grows at an almost unparalleled speed, turning into towering trees in the blink of an eye.
"...there are things mixed together, born in advance of heaven and earth. It is lonely and lonely, it never changes when it comes, and it moves around without dying. It can be the mother of heaven and earth. I don't know its name. Qiang calls it 'Tao', so Qiang gives it a name.
It's called 'big'..., man follows the earth, earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, and Tao follows nature."
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the avenue suddenly stopped. Chen Jinyuan suddenly opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and his aura suddenly increased. It was obvious that his level was much higher. At this moment, Chen Jinyuan woke up from his dream, but he didn't know.
I am still in a dream.
The surrounding environment has changed greatly. It is no longer the desolate mountain top. It is lined with green trees, the air is fragrant, the clouds and mist are lingering, and countless fairy birds are flying and singing in the clouds and mist, like the curling of fairy sounds, it feels like another world.
wonderland.
The old man had stopped reciting sutras, and was looking at himself without sadness or joy. If it weren't for the sound that was still ringing in his ears, Chen Jinyuan would almost have thought that this immortal old man was a stone statue.
"Young man Chen Jinyuan, do you dare to ask me your senior's surname?"
There is no doubt that this old man must have thought that he was a peerless master of martial arts. Just by reciting a sutra, his understanding of martial arts has deepened by more than one point. It is conceivable how terrifying his strength is. Chen Jinyuan stood hurriedly.
Stand up and bow to the old man. (You are welcome, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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