Jin Chi was stunned at first, and then the fire hit the top beam door. The blood in his body was gushing, and he almost cursed. When had he been despised like this?
Even if he didn't know the ancient divine writings, he wouldn't be scolded like that. But he didn't dare to get angry. Now he was picked up in the air by the golden war spear, his life was pinched in Ye Fan's hands, and he didn't dare to express his anger.
"You have the blood of the Ancient Kings flowing in your body. As their descendants, haven't you even learned those words?" Ye Fan was quite dissatisfied.
"Continuously intermarrying with the human race, we are almost turning into half humans. The ancient blood is getting thinner and thinner, and the mark of the ancestor king has long faded." Jin Chixiao explained.
He felt very uncomfortable in his heart. The descendants of the majestic Golden King were actually said to be illiterate. There was nothing worse and more ridiculous than this. He wanted to devour this evil enemy in one bite.
Ye Fan was very disappointed and had no good expression. He finally caught an ancient creature and wanted him to translate the Green and Golden Book of Immortal Tears, but he didn't even know a single word.
"Where's the Nine Heavens Biluo Bell King?"
"Sent to Beiyuan."
"That's nonsense, hand it over quickly!" Ye Fan glared.
Jin Chixiao was frightened for a while, and carefully explained, "The Biluo Bell is a weapon of a generation of invincible kings, but it has been contaminated. I have people send it back to the family to clean it..."
"The Golden Family has the Milk of the Earth?" Ye Fan was surprised.
"There are some that should be able to make the treasures shine with their former glory." Jin Chixiao responded cautiously.
"When will they bring it to you?" Ye Fan thought that with such a rare treasure as the Milk of the Earth, it would be able to cleanse the Biluo Bell.
"I don't know either..."
"Then what's the use of you?" Ye Fan shouted that it was unlucky to meet an ancient creature who didn't know how to write ancient texts, and even King Zhong sent him away. The more he looked at it, the more he felt it was an eyesore.
"As long as you spare my life, I am willing to pay any price." Jin Chixiao begged for mercy. He sensed the murderous intention of the other party.
"You have killed me three times and you still want to live?" Ye Fan didn't want to say anything more. He flicked the golden war spear and shattered it into a pulp, destroying both body and soul.
"No……"
In the distance, three supreme elders came to see this scene, and their livers and gallbladders were split. This was their young master, but he died like this. It was difficult to explain.
Ye Fan walked away without looking back, leaving only a faint afterimage that disappeared into the vast sky.
"Floating life can be as long as a dream, and there are many sorrows in floating life. No one can share the magic of immortality with me, and the spring day in the mountains will always sing..."
The forest is lush and lush, with thin vines wrapped around the old trees. The bluestone road leads step by step to the depths of the mountain. There are woodcutters singing loudly, which is quite an artistic conception.
Ye Fan came all the way west and chose this mountain range, which is more than a thousand miles away from Xiba City, wanting to sit here and achieve the fourth transformation of dragon.
This place cannot be said to be very beautiful, but it can be regarded as a place where mountains and rivers are interdependent. There are lakes dotted at the foot of the mountain and dilapidated Taoist temples in the mountains. It is not a paradise, but it has a return to nature.
Ye Fan saw the woodcutter walking down the mountain along the bluestone road from a distance, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back. He was strong and had a beard on his face.
"Brother, when I hear you singing, don't you think you are a cultivator?"
"This little brother misunderstood. I am just a white man. I am a practitioner there. I just listened to an old Taoist priest singing and memorized it."
Ye Fan was surprised and said: "I wonder where that expert is?"
"There is a Taoist temple in the mountains. There used to be an old Taoist priest, but he has declined over the years. The old Taoist priest is too old and may have been dead for several years."
Ye Fan's heart moved, he said goodbye to the woodcutter, walked along the bluestone road towards the mountains, climbed nine mountains in a row, looked at each other across the mountains, and finally saw a broken Taoist temple, located on a low mountain.
On that low mountain, there were no green bamboos and cypresses, let alone the elixir Yao grass. There was only a small vegetable patch, but it was deserted and overgrown with weeds.
"The Dharma, the Dharma, and the element are powerless, and they are empty, empty, and not empty. Silence, noise, speech, and silence are all the same. Dreams are never mentioned in dreams. There is no use in usefulness, and merit is in vain. If it is ripe, it will naturally turn red. Don't ask how to cultivate seeds...
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Two hunters walked out of the mountains. They were wearing animal skins and walking vigorously. They carried bows and arrows on their backs and carried a wild deer. They didn't sweat and were strong.
"These two elder brothers, what are you chanting?" Ye Fan stepped forward to ask.
"What you are talking about is that I often heard an old Taoist singing and memorized it unknowingly. Every time I pass by here after hunting, I can't help but sing when I think of him," replied a hunter.
This is an expert. Ye Fan can already confirm that the old Taoist on that low mountain is not simple and is definitely extraordinary.
"It's a pity. He's too old. He died two or three years ago," another person said.
Ye Fan asked a few more questions and learned that the old Taoist priest had also taught them some breathing techniques. It was very simple, but it could strengthen the muscles and bones, and was most suitable for ordinary mortals.
"Brother, do you want to seek immortality and visit the Tao? It's a pity that you are late..."
Obviously, the two hunters had a good impression of the veteran Taoist, and they talked a few more words as soon as they stopped.
The old Taoist is very old. Even their grandfather said that he remembered the existence of this old Taoist when he was very young. No one knows how many years he has lived alone in the mountains.
"Thank you two big brothers." Ye Fan left, and this time he followed the mountain road and finally climbed the short mountain.
A small Taoist temple, dilapidated and low, like a thatched cottage, had been abandoned for several years, no one came in or out, and it was deserted.
In front of the Taoist temple, there is an ancient pine tree with a hollow trunk. Many people hugged it. The branches are strong, but the leaves are sparse. The old tree is dying.
There is no medicinal field, only a ridge of vegetable fields, but it is deserted. In addition, there is a grape rack with two or three bunches of purple grapes hanging on the dry vines.
"This Taoist temple and ancient trees have existed for at least four thousand years..." Ye Fan's heart was shocked, and he felt the breath of time.
Did the old Taoist priest build this Taoist temple himself? Did he plant this ancient tree with his own hands? If so, he is definitely a terrifying master.
Ye Fan entered Po Tao Temple and searched carefully, hoping to find any clues. However, the dust inside was very thick and there were no ancient books or stone carvings at all.
It was very ordinary, no different from ordinary Taoist temples. There was a tattered futon, a few tattered Taoist robes, and a fly whisk that had been chewed up by insects. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
Ye Fan walked out and walked to the back of the Taoist temple. There was a small tomb there. There was no tombstone, no inscription, only a simple loess bag.
"This is his tomb. He died without leaving a word. I don't know who he was. He didn't even pass down his cultivation methods..."
He stood in front of the loess tomb, turned his divine eyes, and stared at the ground, trying to see what kind of person that withered skeleton was.
"Huh..." He was surprised. It was an empty tomb with no bones.
"No, there are tattered Taoist robes, hairpins, and shoes and socks..." His heart moved. Could this be a tomb?
"Transformation!" He was shocked, and finally confirmed that there should be a corpse, but he transformed himself before dying. This was definitely a master.
Generally speaking, only people above the peerless king can transform themselves into the Tao and return themselves to the nature of heaven, earth and nature. This is the real transformation rather than self-destruction.
"Sure enough, there are tigers and leopards crouching in the mountains and unicorns hidden in the fields. In such a small place, there is an old king, and it is very possible that he is even a saint!"
Ye Fan was very surprised. This person's name was unknown and no one knew it, so he died silently.
"It's not that there are no masters in the world, it's just that few people know about it. There is a peerless master here, probably no worse than the peerless God King Jiang Taixu, or even... a saint."
However, this person died just like that, leaving nothing behind, not even his name was known.
Ye Fan searched this place carefully, including futons, whisks, Taoist clothes, etc., but there was no treasure.
"It was too thorough. It really left nothing for future generations. Such an unimaginable existence, and the cessation of his inheritance is really an immeasurable loss."
Ye Fan settled down here. The place was very quiet, suitable for him to sit and learn the Tao without anyone disturbing him.
The low mountain and broken Taoist temple have an indescribable Taoist charm, which is very suitable for meditation and has a return to nature.
"That's right, how could his seclusion be in the mortal world? If he transforms into a Taoist here, this place will definitely become a sacred place for cultivation in the future."
Just because Ye Fan got the dragon marrow, it didn't mean that if he ate it, he would be able to enter the fourth transformation into a dragon. He had to rely on himself to realize everything.
There are fragments of the Great Law in the dragon marrow, which can help, but they are not the fundamental factor in breaking through the barriers. The first factor lies in the mind of the monk.
Late at night, everything was silent and the stars were dotted. Ye Fan sat cross-legged in front of the Taoist temple, with his five hearts facing the sky, and a big dragon rose up on his back, and finally took shape and danced around him.
"Occasionally, I come under the pine tree and sleep on the stone. There is no calendar day in the mountains, and I don't know the year when it is cold..."
Suddenly, a whisper woke up Ye Fan, and he opened his eyes.
At this time, a dark cloud passed by, blocking the stars and moon in the sky. The earth was dark, and the mountains were so dark that no one could see his fingers.
Right in front of the Taoist temple, in front of the ancient tree that many people couldn't hug, a man appeared out of thin air, and it was he who made the voice.
Ye Fan was shocked in his heart, who was this person? He could avoid his spiritual sense and appear directly at such a close distance. It was so scary.
He activated his senses and observed carefully. In an instant, his hair stood on end. The ancient Taoist robes were fluttering, and a skinny and short old Taoist priest appeared under the withered tree.
The old Taoist robes were very familiar to him. They were exactly the same as those in the Taoist temples, and there was no difference between them and the clothes under the loess tombs.
A chill ran down Ye Fan's spine. He looked between his hair and saw a broken wooden hairpin that looked familiar, no different from the one in the tomb.
"What the hell!"
Ye Fanteng suddenly stood up and took a few steps back. How could a person who had already transformed into a Taoist form appear again?
"The world has changed into a mulberry field several times. Although the mulberry field has changed into a beautiful painting, who can become an immortal by combining it with the beautiful painting..."
The thin old Taoist man was walking under the ancient trees, talking to himself, and blending in with the dark night.
"You..." Ye Fan stepped back.
A breeze blew by, carrying the fresh smell of grass and trees. The dark clouds in the sky drifted away. The breeze was still there in front of the Taoist temple, but the old Taoist was nowhere to be seen.
Ye Fan's scalp was numb, and his eyes didn't even move as he stared straight ahead, but the old Taoist priest seemed to have evaporated and disappeared.