On a moonlit night, Taoist Qingyun came to the top of the mountain to breathe and practice according to the custom. He was the only one left on the huge square altar. The night wind blew across the bonfire, looking lonely and cold.

On this day, Taoist Qingyun rarely practiced as conscientiously as before, but stood in the center of the altar and wandered around aimlessly.

It seems like I am waiting for something, but it seems like I am making a decision, because the next time the gate of Shanhai Realm will be opened, it will be within these few days.

"Heaven and earth are unkind!"

"Take all things... as straw dogs!"

"The saint is unkind!"

"Take the people as straw dogs."

After Qingyun finished reciting the few sentences in the Tao Te Ching, his words changed, and his words became shrill and ferocious.

"If I am not kind, what should I do?"

"Hahahahaha!"

"If I'm not kind!"

"What if?"

Taoist Qingyun seemed to be questioning himself, as if he was asking about the heaven and earth, and even more so he was asking about his heart to seek the Tao.

Taoist Qingyun stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the mountains, cities, and lights in the distance.

He spread his hands and turned around. The wide feathered Taoist robe followed the dance. He looked at the peach forest at the foot of the mountain. Each tree was planted by him himself, and the Sanyang Lake, which was like a mirror. At this moment, the clouds and mist surround the mountains and lakes.

When you look up, you will see a waning moon reflecting the sky, rolling and unfolding, sinking and undulating.

Millions of years have passed, the world has changed, and the world has changed. Compared with the sun, moon and stars, human beings are like a small particle of dust, not easily erased by time.

At this time, Huangyang Mountain looks like a holy land on earth and a paradise of fairyland.

He lowered his head and looked at the Sanyang Temple near him, a place that had consumed his life, such as childhood, youth, youth, middle-aged, and old age.

Finally, on the day when he was old and about to step into the grave, the ancestor recognized himself and obtained the true teachings.

A magic pill will prolong life for a hundred years.

From then on, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and the road is expected.

"What a pity! The road to the great road is always fought for every second!"

"Even if you have more than a hundred years, it will be fleeting in the blink of an eye!"

"How can I find that avenue!"

"How can I achieve that immortal life!"

Taoist Qingyun stood in the middle of the spacious altar, looked up at the bright moon, and the clear light of the cold moon fell on him, making him look even more quiet.

At this moment, a sound came from the side of the stairs below. Taoist Qingyun immediately looked over and shouted loudly: "Who!"

I saw a middle-aged disciple wearing a dark white inner robe running up. He looked about the same age as Taoist Qingyun, but in fact, he was nearly forty years apart from Taoist Qingyun.

"It's me, master!"

It was the master disciple of Taoist Qingyun and the eldest disciple Huan Ming.

"So it's Huan Ming!"

"It's so late at night! What are you doing here?"

Taoist Qingyun turned his head, while Huan Ming ran up the stairs and followed the Taoist Qingyun. The middle-aged man was as honest as a child, following his father in a vain way.

"Master! The disciple has a doubt, I don't know if I should talk about it!" Huan Ming was silent for a long time. Taoist Qingyun seemed to be worried and did not pay attention to him. After hesitating, he finally spoke.

"What can I say? How can I stammer and shrink so timidly, how can I achieve the true Tao?" Taoist Qingyun scolded.

Huan Ming gritted his teeth and immediately asked, "Master! What I want to say is!"

"Why? Why is this true golden talisman seed devouring my power? It seems that it is not me who is cultivating this talisman into a great real talisman, but he is cultivating me into a great real talisman!"

"I also asked my brothers, but they did not cultivate spiritual power at all. Instead, the golden talisman was devouring their souls. After a day's soul was weaker, many brothers had problems and fell into sleepiness and deep sleep!"

"Master! Is this true teaching of the talisman that you have learned from the Yunhua Sutra,?..."

"Is there any imperfection?"

Taoist Qingyun suddenly turned around and looked at Huan Ming. His originally kind and kind face revealed some unknown expressions. His eyes were no longer as kind as before, but instead showed a hint of indifference.

Looking at Huan Ming's eyes, it was like the bright moon in the sky, sweeping across the dust on the ground.

Taoist Qingyun looked down at Huan Ming until he saw him trembling and trembling, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Huan Ming! You are indeed worthy of being my eldest disciple!"

"I discovered it...so fast!"

Huan Ming immediately asked, "Master! Is there really something wrong with it?"

Taoist Qingyun turned his head away and walked slowly along the edge of the Temple of Heaven. Through a railing, you could see the bottomless abyss below.

"No!"

"There is no imperfection, perfection is simply perfect!"

"The Yunhua Sutra passed down from the ancestors is simply a true scripture that points directly to the great way!"

"Will there be any loopholes?"

Taoist Qingyun said firmly.

Huan Ming opened his mouth wide, not sure why: "Why..."

Before Huan Ming could say it, Taoist Qingyun immediately interrupted him: "That's because! This golden talisman was originally to cultivate you into a talisman!"

As soon as he spoke this, Huan Ming was shocked and looked at his master Qingyun Taoist in disbelief.

"How could it be...Master..."

"Why do you do this!"

Huan Ming opened his mouth and trembled as he spoke. Looking at the back of Taoist Qingyun, he couldn't believe it. This was what his kind-hearted master said, with his noble character.

Taoist Qingyun stood on the top of the mountain, put his hand on the railing, looking into the distance, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Of course it is to cultivate the great way!"

"You are transformed into a true seed of golden talismans to help me break the path to enlightenment!"

Taoist Qingyun suddenly turned around, his eyes as cold as ice. At night, his face looked like an evil ghost.

Huan Chen was so scared that he collapsed to the ground and retreated repeatedly.

Huan Chen seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world, and his whole body was so scared that he was so scared that he was shattered.

"No! No!"

"Who are you!"

"You are not a master! Who are you?"

He couldn't believe that this was what his master said, and Taoist Qingyun, who had always admired his father, wanted to escape from here, but before he could finish his words, he saw a flash of light and Huan Ming was stunned.

"Puff!"

A sharp sword penetrated Huan Chen's chest. The sword was engraved with seal script talismans, and the light of magic weapons flashed on it. As the sword penetrated Huan Chen's chest, a touch of black spread along the skin.

The power of the Death Curse spreads along the long sword and spreads throughout the body.

Huan Chen grabbed the long sword tightly, letting the sword edge break through the flesh and blood, drill into the bones, and stared at Taoist Qingyun tightly.

"master!"

"Master!"

Huan Chen's shrill voice resounded on the Temple of Heaven, and blood kept flowing out from the corner of his mouth, roaring at Taoist Qingyun.

"What is this practice... what exactly is it?"

"Cultivate people into evil ghosts!"

"Cultivate into a rotten corpse that has lost all its feelings?"

As Huan Ming said, blood kept coming out of his mouth, and his Taoist robe was stained with blood. He looked at the young face of Taoist Qingyun and suddenly recalled the old face of Taoist Qingyun.

The face full of gullies and hands, holding my young self, walked on the dilapidated and muddy Sanyang Temple trail at that time.

At that time, there were only a few people and a few brothers in Sanyang Temple, and even eating was a problem.

Today, there is nothing left, but Huan Ming feels that he doesn't know anything at all. Everything makes him feel strange and makes him feel at a loss.

"What do you know?"

Taoist Qingyun stared at Huan Ming tightly. This disciple who was like his father and son, had no concessions or avoidance at all. His eyes were full of determination, just like the great way he yearned for, and he was moving forward without any concessions.

"If you were me, you would be like me!"

"Walking forward the road, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Tens of millions of people compete for the way of immortality!"
To be continued...