Following Huo Cun's instructions, Zhuo Yifan took the room card and entered the room of the manager of the fire room. The room was very clean. Although it was where the manager lived, the style was basically the same as other workshops, except that it was a little wider.
Until this moment, Zhuo Yifan still couldn't believe that the manager of Longkongxuan's fire room could actually have contact with the old woodcutter thousands of miles away. What surprised him even more was that the old woodcutter actually got married a few days ago.
Anticipating that he was coming, his mental calculation skills were simply superb.
If momentum is a reflection of the level of realm, then mental calculation can also be used as a reflection of the level of mental power. Today's soul cultivation is divided into eight stars. But this standard of soul cultivation is far from the ancient times. According to Xuan Meng
It is said that today's eight-star soul cultivators are not even as good as the two-star soul cultivators of the ancient times. Moreover, among today's eight-star soul cultivators, there are even fewer who know the art of mental calculation.
With Zhuo Yifan's current spiritual power, he can be regarded as a five-star soul cultivator in this world. However, he knows how to calculate spiritually. The reason is for no other reason than that he has mastered the most profound "Six Paths" soul skills in the ancient times.
There is absolutely no comparison between soul cultivators and him.
But who is this old woodcutter? This kind of terrifying mental calculation ability is much stronger than the current eight-star soul cultivator! How strong is his mental power? What is he practicing?
Soul power?
Zhuo Yifan felt more and more that this old woodcutter was from the same era as the old man from the holy tribe at the foot of Five Elements Mountain, Xuan Meng, and even the mysterious old man in the valley.
However, why would such a person target him? Do he want to treat him as a chess piece again?
"Not to mention what the old woodcutter thinks, but it is not yet clear whether he is an enemy or a friend, so it is better to be cautious." Zhuo Yifan muttered in his heart, and his vigilance suddenly rose.
Because he didn't know when the old woodcutter was coming, Zhuo Yifan could only wait in the room.
After waiting for three hours, a voice sounded in his mind: "Half a stick of incense, rush to Qingyu Mountain."
"..." Zhuo Yifan was disappointed in his heart. Although he didn't know why this person was hanging out in this mortal world, he was at least an ancient and unrivaled figure. Is it interesting to fool people like this?
However, God knows what this mysterious dragon is trying to do, but it cannot be judged by common sense.
Zhuo Yifan thought to himself that it would be better for him to be obedient. If the time passes and the other party says something like: Today you and I have run out of opportunities, we will definitely make him faint!
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Qingyu Mountain is ten miles away from Wangyue City. After leaving the city, Zhuo Yifan ran around desperately. When he arrived here, he calculated that it was exactly past the time of half a stick of incense, so he was not late.
At this moment, the sky is dark, the scenery is invisible, and there are stars in the sky.
It is very quiet here, but not as good as Xuan Village. If you listen carefully, you can still detect the low voices in the distance.
He swept away his mental energy and immediately noticed the movement. He quickly climbed to a higher place, only to see an old woodcutter standing there silently on a wide stone wall at the top of the cliff, with his eyes lowered and his hands behind his back.
Something seems to be brewing.
"Senior?" Zhuo Yifan tried to call.
The old woodcutter suddenly turned to the stone wall, pointed his knife like a knife, and carved on it with concentration. The stone chips flew flying, creating complex and wonderful gullies.
In the sky, the clouds and mist dispersed, and the bright light poured down. On the silent cliff top, there was only the sound of the yarn that was constantly being carved, and the exquisite ravines were densely connected, forming a mysterious picture.
Finally, the old woodcutter flicked his sleeves, and the ashes on the stone wall were blown away. In an instant, the "Reed Galaxy Diagram" in Tianyan's method emerged, vividly displayed in front of his eyes, the vastness, the
The endlessness, the profundity, the mystery, are all reflected vividly and almost perfectly!
Zhuo Yifan was dumbfounded. What kind of method was this? He remembered that his method of Tianyan only stayed in the hands of the old woodcutter for only a few seconds, and the other party actually memorized the painting completely, even the picture.
The entire eight thousand and six star points in it are also perfectly restored, occupying a position clearly visible on the stone wall.
Before he could wake up, the old woodcutter flicked his sleeves again. This time, the turtle shell Taoist on the reed changed. The Taoist's appearance changed and lost its charm, making the whole painting look much bleak.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't understand the old woodcutter's intention to make such a change with a good painting. It might not be anything in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of cultivators, it might become worthless.
However, when the old woodcutter swept away the ashes again, Zhuo Yifan was shocked again!
Because the old woodcutter actually replaced the Taoist's appearance with his own! It wasn't Lin Fan, it was his original face! Zhuo Yifan's face!
"Senior...you..." The other party actually knows his true identity? Who is he?
"Hahaha!" After the painting was completed, the old woodcutter looked up to the sky and laughed, talking nonsense to himself.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't hear exactly what was said, and could only vaguely make out a few sentences, which were probably singing the Taoist song: People in the world are searching for the palm of God, but they have tried hard to achieve nothing. But as time goes by, all the glory comes to nothing.
My heart is like the bright moon, dancing on the road to the sky, picking up the sun and the moon, grabbing the star spectrum, stepping on the clouds of the sky and the earth, thinking of me and becoming a god, and thinking of me, becoming a devil!
Stepping on the clouds of the sky and the earth, thinking of me becomes a god, thinking of me becomes a devil! Zhuo Yifan read these three sentences carefully. This time he heard the complete Taoist song, and the rhythm he tasted at the beginning was even more profound. He couldn't help but
Sighing: "I can become a god or a demon in one thought. Is there really such a person in the world..."
Hearing this, the old woodcutter smiled after being silent for a long time. He summoned a black bucket from nowhere, poured the black ink in the bucket onto the stone wall, and finally threw out a huge scroll, rubbing the entire painting on it.
Above.
As soon as he thought about the formula, he closed the scroll and gradually shrank it to the size of an ordinary book, and threw it to Zhuo Yifan: "This can be regarded as a meeting gift from me."
Zhuo Yifan took the scroll and woke up from his fugue state. He became extremely serious and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
"The person who enlightens you." The old woodcutter smiled meaningfully. His voice was as if it came from another dimension and was extremely profound: "You have lost everything now. I can help you regain it. No.
Okay?"
Zhuo Yifan was startled and looked at the old woodcutter. He had no doubt that the old woodcutter had this ability, but when he heard it with his own ears, he still couldn't believe it.
"Wild fires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates. This is the reincarnation of all things. It was in the midst of life and death that the Taoist Turtle Shell realized the method of natural evolution." The old woodcutter said profoundly.
"You mean, "The World of All Things" can help me get through reincarnation and retrieve everything from my past life?" Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly. He had already guessed about this. But it was full of historical data, and it would also be hidden invisibly.
It really makes him helpless to make people go crazy.
"Because you are missing something, you cannot see through the appearance to see the essence. Naturally, you will lose yourself in the appearance and eventually become possessed..." The old woodcutter seemed to be able to penetrate Zhuo Yifan's mind.
"What?"
The old woodcutter took a deep breath, calmed down, looked at Zhuo Yifan, and slowly uttered two words: "The meaning of the Tao." (To be continued.)