"On the 25th day of the fourth lunar month in 2018, Huangyang Mountain Sanyang Temple..."

"The above sacrifices to the ancestor of Sanyangguan, Chong Yunzi, the spiritual and miraculous real person, the next sacrifices to the real person of Qinghua..."

In a piece of classical vocal music, the ceremony hosted by the temple owner finally kicked off. You can see that there were hundreds of Taoist priests who presided over the ceremony. Needless to say, those who maintained the order were the ones. In addition to the Sanyang Temple, many people also came from other Taoist temples.

The entire Huangyang Mountain was crowded with people, and the viewing was full of people who came to watch the ceremony and came to see the melon-eating crowd. From the mountain to the foot of the mountain, there were people everywhere. Even in the hidden places, people from the abnormal affairs investigation team lurked among the crowd, observing the surroundings, looking forward to the scene they expected.

At this moment, all the Taoists of Sanyang Temple were also very excited. In the smoke of incense, everyone knelt down on the ground and invited a statue of several meters to the main hall to the sacred platform.

It was a Taoist wearing white clothes, with a childish face, a long sword behind his back, and holding a spiritual tree in his hand. He looked at the audience indifferently, and vividly reappeared the expression of the god above the clouds.

Lin Housheng, the master of the Sanyang Temple, is now in his sixties. At this age, he has reached the end of his life. The more he is, his desire for Taoist legends and immortals will be even more intense, especially when he saw such legends and mythological existences with his own eyes, appearing in his eyes.

Decades of piety, faith and doubt intertwined, instantly settled down and turned into complete belief.

He looked at the statue of the ancestor on the stage, his face was full of fanaticism, and he knelt down on the ground and shouted the name of the ancestor piously.

The ceremony was held for three days and three nights. Lin Housheng, the head of the Sanyang Temple, knelt down under the statue of the ancestor, prayed devoutly. Even his disciples and disciples could not hold on to such ascetic practice, but Lin Housheng insisted on it.

The worship ceremony of the ancestors in Sanyang Temple was held on the first day, and many people stood under the sun for a day, but still did not see any so-called magic of immortals. The next day, most of them dispersed directly.

On the third day, it became scattered and there were no few people left.

The cloud pattern carvings on the red pillars inside the hall, the dragon and phoenix are auspicious on the wooden window, the statue of the ancestor gods and many immortals and Buddhas are even placed in the center.

The blue lights were in a daze at night, and the statue of the god reflected a blurred and elongated shadow under the dim lights. Lin Housheng and his disciples wore gorgeous Taoist robes that were completely different from those of ordinary simple clothes.

Lin Housheng was wearing a robes with various Taoist auspicious patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads. The sun, moon, stars, Bagua and auspicious clouds set off each other. In addition, Lin Housheng's head full of crane hair and long white beards, it looked fairy-like.

But at this moment, the viewer Lin Housheng's face was pale. If it weren't for his belief and firm belief in the ancestor, he would probably have been unable to hold on.

In a daze, ripples suddenly appeared in front of the viewer Lin Housheng's eyes. Only in front of him could he see the statue of the ancestor god radiantly, and the blazing light shone the room with white light, just like a fairyland and holy land.

The light-thorned scepter Lin Housheng couldn't even open his eyes, so he turned his head desperately to cover his eyes.

But as he opened his eyes, he saw a dizzy turn, the whole world changed, and the world changed color and change easily. He seemed to fall from the endless void, clouds and strong winds passed by him, whirring.

"Ah!" Lin Housheng screamed with a strong sense of weightlessness, even the Taoist crown on his head was scattered, and all gray hair was scattered.

When it landed at the bottom, he felt something holding him. The dizziness made him lose his direction and he got up from the ground after a while.

When he stood up, he looked around and saw that he was no longer in the Taoist temple, but in front of a huge fairy mountain palace. The huge palace and the fairy mountain at his feet towered into the clouds, as if floating in the clouds.

In the distance, there was a vast ocean with no end. He stood in front of a ladder to the sky, looking up at the fairy palace pavilion, clouds and mist floated by his feet, and the breeze under the cold moon swept through his face. Everything was so real. When the clouds and mist passed through his body, it seemed as if he had comforted his soul, and his whole soul became pure and transparent.

Shock and surprise surged on his face. He moved his steps tremblingly, and his whole body was trembling and walking towards the front regardless of everything.

Step by step, he walked up the huge square, and looked up at the huge gate in front of the Immortal Palace.

"Qinghua Palace!"

The gate of the Immortal Palace opened heavily, and the strong wind swept through his body, pulling him through the square paved with white jade, through the hall of golden jade, through the ancient corridors, through the stack of houses, and on the cliff behind the palace.

I only saw two figures sitting cross-legged under a sacred tree with white leaves and full of fairy fruits. The fairy fruit emitted a spiritual light. Just one sniffed, I felt my soul floating. A spiritual baby sitting solemnly inside the fruit, and the sacred tree full of fairy fruits was radiating with a divine light.

The cold moon is in the sky, and the fairy mountain of Jianfeng.

On the cliff surrounded by clouds and mist, two immortals under the fairy tree were playing chess. The immortal tree emitted aura, like a fluorescent river rotating and flowing around it. The two immortals sat under the tree, as if sitting on the Milky Way.

A man with silver hair and a baby face, wearing a moon-white robe, was exactly what Lin Housheng thought of as the ancestor of Sanyang Temple Chong Yunzi.

One person looked like an eight or nine-year-old girl, but his face was calm and he was wearing a gorgeous colorful feathered dress. His clothes were as thin as cicadas' wings, and they were stacked together layer by layer, and they were automatically without wind under the moon.

When the two of them sat there, their bodies involuntarily emitted a faint light. Compared to the mountains and the sea, they were like dazzling stars, dancing with the silver moon.

The black and white inside the chessboard are clearly distinguished, but when you look closely, you feel that the inside is like a Milky Way. Every chess piece falls like a star swaying and falling.

When Lin Housheng saw the ancestor, tears filled his eyes with excitement, and the blue veins on his neck burst out, as if decades of faith had finally been recognized.

He knelt in front of the two of them all at once: "The 72nd generation of the disciple of the Three Yang Temple, Qingyun, is commonly known as Lin Housheng, and pays homage to Master Chongyunzi!"

But when he raised his head, he only saw the two of them seemingly turning a blind eye to him and were still playing chess under the moon. Lin Housheng knelt down again, kneeling three times and nine times.

"The 72nd generation of the disciple of the Three Yang Temple, Qingyun, is commonly known as Lin Housheng, and pays homage to Master Chongyunzi!"

He still did not receive any response. The two immortals seemed to be intoxicated by the chess game at this moment, and they could not care about the words and desires of an ordinary man like him.

Lin Housheng crawled step by step, kneeling step by step until he lay down at the foot of the ancestor Chong Yunzi, and under the immortal tree.

"Master!Master! The disciples come here devoutly and seek the Dharma!" Lin Housheng went further and became more excited, his whole body trembled like a sieve, and his voice was trembling hoarse.

"Please...please...the ancestor reopens the immortal gate and guides us into the immortal gate!" Lin Housheng crawled under the immortal tree, tears streaming down his head, and his head kept knocking on the stones under his feet, and his voice sobbed.

"Disciple... I have been dedicated to Taoism for more than 60 years. I entered Taoism when I was young and sincerely pursued the road of immortality. I have traveled thousands of mountains and rivers to find it but I cannot get it. Today I sincerely pray to the ancestors to pass on the Dharma and give me the great Dharma of immortality!" Lin Housheng's voice crawling on the ground and saying this sentence seemed to be filled with blood, so sad that even his saliva kept splashing out from his teeth.

No matter how he talked and shouted, the ancestor Chong Yunzi did not look away at him. His eyes contained the stars, sun and moon, the great way of heaven and earth, but did not contain him.

When he raised his head again, he saw the two immortals under the tree dissipated with the wind and turned into smoke and disappeared into the air.

The chessboard flows like a galaxy, swallowing all the pieces, and finally only three white pieces were left on it, transforming into three green pills.

"Master!Master!" Lin Housheng stood up excitedly, constantly looking back and forth, looking for the figure of the Master Chong Yunzi, but still received no response.

The scene just now was like the illusion of his dream. With a light poke, it instantly turned into a bubble!

"How could this happen! How could this happen!" Lin Housheng shouted at a loss, standing under the fairy tree emitting the light of fairy spirits and said desolately.

After a long time, he was in a state of dismay and noticed the chessboard.

He gently picked up the green pill of the third sister left on the chessboard. The pill emitted a faint light of inspiration, not looking like a pill, but like three beautiful jades.

When he picked up the pill, he saw a line of words appearing on the chessboard.

"The time has not come!"

The sky was spinning, the sea of ​​clouds changed color. In an instant, Lin Housheng opened his eyes. At this moment, he realized that he was still sitting in the hall of Sanyang Temple. Everything just now was like an illusory and ethereal dream, his fantasy under his desire and fatigue.
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