Chapter 535 Re-exploring the cause from the beginning of the curtain
“I can’t wait for a long time!”
On the spot, the response to Mr. Zong was that after Lu Minghai was repeatedly dragged left and right and his emotions were constantly pulled away, he no longer had the calm and peaceful impatience he once had.
And if you look carefully, you can still see that what is placed in front of the young Lu Minghai is far more numerous than before, a mountain of Taoist books related to the magic of opening the sky and the talismans.
According to what Mr. Zong said, this is an ordinary Taoist book gathered from other similar veins, and it is meant to relieve Lu Minghai's boredom.
But in fact, this is a rubbing of the book passed down from the sects gathered by Lu Minghai by the leading monks of each sect with great purpose.
This can almost be said to be the summary and culmination of the visions of the most elite group of golden elixir realm monks in the human world.
Although these Taoist books only carry and describe ordinary magic spells and talismans, and rarely even involve the fundamental inheritance of each sect and the supreme Taoist principles, but in these Taoist books, Lu Minghai truly saw Kaitian
The exquisite and exquisite side of the Dharma, and the side of this ancient Taoist inheritance that is still radiating vitality and vitality to this day.
He began to truly feel what Zong Lao had said in the past, such as "one yin and one yang are called the Tao" and other words.
At least, as he read through one Taoist book after another, the matter of changing the Taoism and changing the Taoism was no longer a passing thought in Lu Minghai's mind. The matter itself began to resemble him.
It’s the same when I think of the winds of the Sumeru world, the cracks in the Sumeru world, and those weird existences.
As the thoughts themselves emerge, things begin to take on a complete outline in the mind, and begin to take on a real picture.
It was no longer even the thought itself, but turned into a thoroughfare shrouded in mist and haze, which was enough to find the direction.
Even without realizing it, he had firmly taken the first step on what seemed like a thoroughfare.
No one urged him, no one pushed him.
From beginning to end, this seemed to be Lu Minghai's own choice.
During this period, Uncle Shang opened and closed his eyes several times, glancing at the young man whose aura had unconsciously changed due to reading Taoist books.
The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and Uncle Shang didn't know how to speak.
In fact, this is some kind of emotional change that has no reason. Since arriving in this alien place, everything he has encountered and faced has made Uncle Shang's mood become a little depressed and depressed for no reason.
In the past, when he stood in the wind of Sumeru Realm for a long time and resisted the attacks from those strange beings in the air, Uncle Shang had never felt such a depressed mood.
But looking back carefully, it was extremely difficult for Uncle Shang to explain clearly the root cause of this emotional change.
At a certain moment, the changes in the charm of Lu Minghai's Taoism suddenly appeared in Uncle Shang's mind, and again, Uncle Shang was shocked and erased from his mind.
He is just a protector, not Lu Minghai's respected elder. He has no reason to dictate Lu Minghai's path choice.
If Lu Minghai hadn't taken the initiative to ask, Uncle Shang wouldn't have even planned to say anything.
But now it can be seen that Lu Minghai has been immersed in the mysterious realm woven and created by that Taoist book for a long time.
Therefore, Uncle Shang had no choice but to remain silent like this, feeling depressed for a long time in his increasingly depressed mood.
However, is choosing the Open Heaven method really the right path?
Uncle Shang asked himself this question, but he could never come up with a concrete answer.
At this time, following the young man's response, Mr. Zong chuckled and turned his head to look at Uncle Shang.
"Since your distinguished guest is in the same realm as us, several Taoist brothers who are located at the peak of Tianyuan also mentioned in the message that I should remember that I must invite fellow Taoists to go to Guandao Peak together.
During the banquet, you can witness the Chalcedony River, and you can also witness the trial field encompassed by the revolving Chalcedony River, and witness Lu Xiaoyou embark on the road to invincibility."
When he heard this, Uncle Shang's long-depressed mood was slightly revitalized. He seemed to squeeze out a slightly stiff smile, but the smile itself came from
In the heart.
"Good! You have your wish, but you don't dare to ask for help!"
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Half a day later, on the Taoist Peak, the door of the huge Taoist palace was opened. At this time, the cultivators were sitting in rows. Even though they were changing glasses and laughing, they could not hide the roar of the great river coming from outside the open door.
Roaring sound.
That sound is the only sound between heaven and earth, and it is the manifestation of the glorious power of heaven!
And in such an environment, in the huge Taoist palace, accompanied by cups and cups, accompanied by faint laughter, a group of great monks in the golden elixir realm sat on the same spot, each with a mirror wheel behind their head.
The light was shining, condensed with immeasurable divine energy. Inadvertently, their eyes moved, and then they looked at each other for an invisible flash and then moved away.
It's just that in this palace, when I look at it at a glance, I can see only one person whose figure seems to be incompatible with all the other cultivators.
That was Uncle Shang who looked worriedly at the Chalcedony River, and even at the trial ground formed by the intertwined mountains in the depths of the Chalcedony River.
Moreover, at this time, Uncle Shang looked at the trial field with a sense of unspeakable scrutiny.
He seemed to be looking for something, but looking at the cold and dull state from beginning to end, and the sad face that became more and more like an old farmer, it was obvious that Uncle Shang had not found what he was looking for.
thing.
At this moment, Elder Zong, who was sitting next to him, turned his head without any trace and glanced at the headmaster of Wu Jin Sect.
As a great monk of the Earth Master lineage with a dojo in Lingqiu Mountain, to be honest, Elder Zong's prestige among the great monks of the Yuan Sect is quite high.
At this time, almost at the same time that the elder Zong looked at the past, even if he did not say a word, but at the time, the head monk of the Wu Jin Sect seemed to be drunk, swaying as if
He wanted to get up but couldn't, so he simply lay down on his side, supporting himself on the desk with one hand, tilting his head, and looked at Uncle Shang with drunken eyes.
Perhaps because he was really drunk, the originally slightly harsh voice of the head monk of the Wujin Sect suddenly became as sharp as the friction of gold and stone. Even in the rumbling sound of the Chalcedony River, the Taoist priest said:
All the cultivators in the palace heard it clearly.
"Earlier, I saw a jade slip passed by a Taoist friend from Huanghua Mountain, saying that the distinguished guest came from the remote land of Zhongzhou and traveled thousands of miles to find the Chalcedony River and Shiquan Mountain...
No matter how good the Taoist fellow Taoist is, he knows that my lineage has guarded the Chalcedony River in this place where Tianyuan is at its peak, guarding the trial ground of generations of geniuses, and every plant and tree there is full of luck and aura!
But it is strange to say that despite the past generations of garrisoning, Pindao has never heard of the name of Shiquan Mountain, and similarly, Pindao has never heard of the name of Zhongzhou in the past!
For the sake of peace of mind, I have gone beyond the rudeness of today. Fellow Taoist, this fellow Taoist who came from Zhongzhou to find Shiquan Mountain, what can I teach you?"
These words were as harsh as the sharp voice of the head monk of the Witchcraft Sect, which was harsh to the ears.
But when he almost heard these words, Uncle Shang's brows furrowed tightly.
What he said was very disrespectful, but it was not too disrespectful.
The head monk of the Wu Jin Sect confessed his concerns, and then used the cover of being drunk to cover it up. Instead, he gave a direct blow. Uncle Shang had to deal with the Wu Jin Sect's head monk, or in other words, for such a big man. The cultivators sitting in meditation in the Taoist Palace responded.
So, after only thinking for a moment.
Uncle Shang spoke softly.
"Maybe it's an ancient name or something? I only have such a name in my hand, and only a few words recorded in the pile of old papers. If there is any complete and clear map guidance, this beautiful place and our Zhongzhou have long been connected to each other. The sound of horses and people came in an endless stream.
Therefore, maybe if you want to know the answer to this question, instead of asking me, it is better to look for it in the pile of old papers about your dharma lineage. Or maybe the record is really wrong, but it is included in my Zhongzhou, maybe... maybe it is related to what I said. It is not known that there is a connection between practicing Hunyuan Dharma.
So, if you really want to solve your doubts, why not... teach me to go into the mountains surrounded by the Chalcedony River, maybe you can gain something else!"
This was the first time that, under the influence of Baihualou's way of bewitching people's minds, Shang Bo instead threw the problem back to everyone.
It seems that he really doesn't know where Shiquan Mountain is, or maybe he wants to use this method to teach the cultivators how to advance and retreat.
However, in this flash of meditation among the cultivators, it is still inevitable that the eyes of some interested people will become brighter little by little.
Hunyuan method...
This was the first time that the cultivators heard Uncle Shang clearly name the names of the Tao and Dharma they practiced.
There is an inexplicable fit, and similarly, it inexplicably makes people feel that the practice of this legal system seems to be based on the opposite side of Kaitian Dharma, at least in some areas, it is opposite.
Therefore, because of such thoughts, as time passed, in the Dao Palace of Guan Dao Peak, the atmosphere where the cultivators were changing cups and changing cups, and filled with laughter, suddenly became more subtle.
And at this moment, suddenly, among the crowd, an old woman with white hair smiled kindly and kindly. In her gestures, you can still see the elegance of a person after the passage of time.
"Drunken talk cannot be taken seriously. Your honorable guest's proposal makes sense, but this is an important matter that affects the whole body. Let us think about it carefully... Look! The trial begins. Already."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, all practitioners looked toward the open door.
At this time, in the mountains surrounded by rumbling thunder, a spiritual light was coming from all directions, whistling and whistling, each shining on the cultivation energy of the elixir realm.
The next moment, suddenly, a ray of starlight fell from the sky. When he looked again, it was the chief Taoist disciple of Cexing Mountain. At this time, he was standing in mid-air and spoke loudly.
"I am a monk from Xingshan. Please give me some guidance on the wonderful ways and mysteries!"
When he heard these words, among the mountains, the only thing that responded to the monks of Cexing Mountain was the clear and gentle voice of the young Lu Minghai. It seemed that from this moment on, he became the leisurely young scholar again.