A green lamp, the breeze in ancient times, the sound of frogs and insects ringing may sound, which further highlights the silence of the night.
The dilapidated hall, with a figure sitting in the lotus position under the dim candlelight
"Puming Xiangyan Mountain, since I was adopted by an old Taoist priest ten years ago, I have practiced here. People all say that there are great opportunities here, and there were great people who stopped and left traces; but now it is mostly a fallacy." The figure is light and light.
sigh
The appearance highlighted under the dim candlelight, revealing an ordinary and simple face. Except for a pair of gentle eyes, there is no other magical appearance.
He was wearing a Taoist robe, not old, and was in the happy years of leisurely life in the world of swords, but he was alone in the ancient view of the mountains and seeking the Tao, which seemed particularly different.
Huh ~
It was the night breeze that cooled down, and it was already midnight, surrounded by the dilapidated ancient temple, and a low sob sound was heard.
"Qing·tian·Guan?" Someone whispered outside the door, and opened the door with a hint of surprise.
Chih!
In an instant, a golden cloud bloomed, and came from the darkness behind the door. The energy was calm and peaceful, and it rolled up a hundred feet of ripples, like looking at the sun
"This ancient view of the deep mountains is in the middle of the night. It is not a monster or a lonely ghost, but a half-large Taoist priest, interesting." The visitor did not hurry and half-open the door, and two cold lights suddenly appeared behind him.
clank!
The sound of the sermon of gold and iron echoed, but saw a sword and a sword turn into a cross, which was particularly eye-catching in the golden clouds, blocking the mighty energy.
"The ancient view of the deep mountains, in the middle of the night, the person knocking on the door was not a monster or a lonely ghost, but a reckless man, bored." The person inside looked at him, but he saw only a young man standing outside the door, one sword and one sword
The sword is strong and tight
The two of them tried each other, both of whom understood each other's identity, scattered some concerns, and stepped into the ancient view.
"After traveling through mountains and rivers, I heard that the Puming Xiangyan Mountain had great opportunities, which were related to the Supreme Emperor who was lying in infinite heights, so I went to it. But I didn't expect that there was only a ruined Taoist temple here, a Taoist priest, which was also a mortal fallacy.
Now.”
The young man with a sword on his back was regretful. He had an adventure. He had a wonderful idea of swords and swords in his nameless ancient cave. He worshipped the statue with a mysterious robe and a blue shirt that could not see clearly. He also learned an extraordinary magical skill and went out.
Go on
But I didn't expect that in this remote and desolate place, I could actually meet an unfathomable peer. It's really wonderful
"There is no chance. I came here ten years ago. I have been adopted by the old Taoist priest in the temple and practiced so far. After he became a feather, he took over this temple, but there was no incense. Even the immortal gods who have always worshipped.
It's a blur, and I can't tell the original appearance."
The young Taoist priest shook his head. There are many people who have entered Puming Xiangyan Mountain over the years. They all come to meet the immortal fate, but they have never seen anyone succeed.
From beginning to end, this dilapidated Taoist temple stood tall, and after the mysterious old Taoist priest became a feather, there was no one else.
The words fell, and there was another silence inside the view. The dim candlelight leaped, illuminating the faces of the two young people, as if interlaced light and shadow appeared, slightly distorted.
In the second half of the night, all the young people were talking, the Taoist priests were listening, understanding the world they had never been exposed to, the famous masters and masters, fighting against each other, and magnificent mountains and rivers; he also looked forward to it in his heart.
The next day, the morning sun rose, telling the story of a young man who had woken up all night, and the Taoist priests by his side had long disappeared.
He walked out of the view, raised his head and saw the figure on the roof, facing the rising sun, strands of purple air were hidden in his mouth and nose, bright and rich
"Hey, do you want to go out to the world with me? It's too boring to keep guarding this ancient temple. It's good to come back and repair it when you become successful. Incense will not be lacking at that time, and the old Taoist priest must be very pleased."
The young man narrowed his eyes and told him intuition that there would be many, many, many, many, many,
Under the rising sun, in the purple air
The young Taoist seemed to have heard it, but did not open his eyes, and said lightly, "I don't call him hey. When the old Taoist priest adopted me, he gave me a name and called me Zhang Bairen."
"Zhang Bairen? Good name, my name is Su Xuanfeng; the so-called "Shiguan Yuanshi" is like this." The young man smiled and also reported his name
In the purple clouds, the old Taoist temple standing on the top of the barren mountain also seems to be transcendent.
The plaque that was originally covered by the withered vines gradually revealed, the word "Blue Sky" is simple and profound
Deep in the palace, the statue of the god with a blurred face that could not be seen clearly shines slightly, as tall as the sky, as crystal clear as jade
Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace
In the Sanqing Hall, I saw a deep cloud bed surrounded by deep clouds, as if leading to other heavens and worlds.
Yuanshi Tianzun was sitting cross-legged on it, wearing a black Taoist robe and an ancient crown on his head. His face was blurred by the bright light of the perfect treasure light behind his head.
However, unlike usual, He was smiling and staring at the void before him, which was clearly empty, but He seemed to be talking to someone.
In fact, from the perspective of Yuanshi Tianzun Meng Qi, a familiar figure was also sitting cross-legged in the void.
He stood in the fireworks-like treasure light, and a fruit that contained all things and thought of the truth and transcendence on it was undesirable to describe shape and color in words. It was wrong when thinking about it, and it was wrong when thinking about it, and it was wrong when thinking about it.
"It seems that in the new era, you have made great progress, and you have a look at the reduction and empty space." Wang Teng withdrew his gaze to look at the barren mountain and joked about Meng Qilai.
"Master, don't laugh at me. I'll make the Taoist fruit silently and return with the Taoist Master, the Sanqing Teacher, which made me surprised. If those other shores know, they will probably be stunned."
Meng Qi looked at the inexplicable figure in front of him, and could clearly see the causal lines originating from the three realms extending, trying to entangle the figure.
But it is useless. Those things in their thoughts that exist in them are meaningless before Him. They are directly swallowed by the fire and turned into nutrients.
I think this is also the reason why He has transcended and has no fear of returning
"I'm back this time, I'm also meeting my old friend. In the new era, you only have the cause and effect of the Yuanshi, and you also have the hope of transcendence, which is enough to fight for the position of Taoist fruit." Wang Teng smiled and patted his head, revealing a touch of it.
The color of nostalgia
Although he became the Yuanshi Tianzun, his feel seemed to be unchanged from the little novice monks back then. He was still the Meng Qi and the raging Vajra.
Southern Wilderness, in the Red Star Academy
The little monk who followed the palace master raised his head and looked at the direction of Kunlun Mountain in confusion. It seemed that there was something just now looking at him, very familiar.
Jiangdong, above Jinjiang River, a small boat sways by
There is a white figure singing while singing, no wine or anyone in front of you, only a handful of calculation, a guqin, and two cups of tea
He hummed an inexplicable tune, the central guqin trembled without wind, as if someone was playing, the strings were squirming, and the sound of golden swords and iron horses echoed, swallowing hundreds of thousands of miles of energy.
Accompanied by white mist and waves, a cup of tea was slowly drunk, and a figure was vaguely outlined
The river goes east, the waves surging, the sound of the piano roars, the momentum is like a wolf and a tiger, the people are still the same