Now, it is no longer the time of Mulong City.

At this time, the world is in a state of great change. Spirit rice, potions, fasting pills, and chips are all flourishing, and the dream of the king has ten times the practice time that it will last ten times its own life.

If a person has no way, it may be okay to give up everything and seek the Tao, but there is a way in front of him, so why give up everything?

Geng Chenglong felt throbbing and wanted to keep up, but in the end he bit his pipe and gave up.

He doesn't have the courage.

At this time, all the leaders of the Beggar Association were there, and when they chased them out, they almost stopped themselves from the Beggar Association.

......

The afterglow of the sunset fell on the God of War Square, with a breeze blowing.

Porter's arrival attracted a lot of attention. He has a slender body and outstanding temperament. Even if he does not show it intentionally, it is also very eye-catching.

But he didn't care about the eyes of others. While stepping into the square, his eyes had already fallen on An Qisheng who was taking pictures of the old couple.

At this moment, his mind was blank, like a starry sky. Because of its vastness, it was hard to see its shape. But it was just a trance, everything disappeared again, as if there was only an ordinary young man in front of him.

This is not intentional concealment, but its breath or mood is rising and falling, just like the world, sometimes the wind rises and sometimes the rain falls.

Potter's spiritual practice is extremely high and his feelings are more profound. This is no longer the unity of man and nature in the ordinary sense.

Because his breath, or mood, does not follow the context of heaven, on the contrary, his mood will affect the heaven and earth.

"A state of this..."

Potter had thoughts in his mind, but he did not step forward again.

He just lowered his arms, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered, and he was waiting quietly like a primary school student waiting to scold him.

"alright?"

An Jianzhong put down his posture for a long time and felt quite boring. God knows how much these women like to take photos.

How many have you photographed over the years?

"Qiqi's shots are getting better and better." An's mother fiddled with the camera and glanced at An Jianzhong happily: "It's not like some people who have thick hands and thick feet."

"It's getting late, and it's time for us to go back."

An Jianzhong is nearly two meters tall and extremely burly, but he can't stand his wife's rolling eyes and glanced at Porter, who was extremely eye-catching in the distance:

"Someone is looking for Qiqi."

"ah?"

Only then did An's mother find that Potter was waiting with his hands hanging down by the square, and looked at her son reluctantly.

It was faintly possible that she could realize that the peaceful days of these years were gone forever.

"It's okay, you guys go back to the hotel first, I'll go back later."

An Qisheng patted his mother's hand, comforted her, and then looked at Porter who had been waiting for a long time, with a calm expression:

"Are you looking for me?"

An Qisheng's expression was calm and casual, but his transcendent aura was stripped away, or he returned to nature, without any force of others, nor did he fear the transcendent that people had seen before.

After seven years of wandering around the world, he may not have gained much, but he has condensed a lot. He has seen and heard in his dreams for thousands of years, and has digested all kinds of emotions.

Potter bowed slightly and gave Daxuan an ancient ritual: "I woke up from my dream this morning and saw that the purple air covered the sky like the sea. I realized that your realm was at its peak. I waited for half a day, but I couldn't help but feel thrilling in my heart. I hope the saint will not blame him for any rudeness."

This worship made Potter convinced.

In this life, he was adopted by Xuanren and his wife when he was young. He studied Xuanwen and Taoism and Buddhist scriptures at a young age. He had been practicing martial arts for sixteen years, but he had seen the gods in just nine years.

Later, he traveled around the world and sought a way forward, and searched hard for decades. Until today, he felt the feeling of seeing the truth.

This is not something that dreams can give.

"saint......"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "You have been comparing to Wenshi, but I am not Lao Dan, so it's better to call me Mr. An."

"Yes, Mr. An."

Potter was like a stream of good deeds and treated him with politeness.

"I roughly know what you are going to do, but how do you be sure that I will preach the Dharma to you?"

Anqisheng looked at Porter with a smile.

The first time the two met was when Tong Zhengyang broke through the Daxuan border. At that time, this white man who was determined to seek Taoism and even died even though he was willing to die was impressed by him.

In a sense, the three leaders of the Beggar Association are all real seekers.

Compared with Mulong City and Yan Changsha, Porter is more pure, as if nothing else is outside the Tao, and there is no negative emotions in his spiritual world.

Not to mention seeking the truth from a person who is "younger" than himself, even pigs, dogs, or livestock will not have any other emotions.

"Seeking the Tao depends on the heart, whether you get it or not, but it is not something I can control."

Porter's great and mysterious words are perfect, and he is even adjusting, which is more in line with An Qisheng, as if he said.

The scenery moves and stops.

The Tao is not only in words, but also inspires every move.

"It's only now that I realize that the support of my state of mind is not just strength, but sometimes it has nothing to do with strength."

An Qisheng nodded slightly and sighed a little: "Your state of mind is very similar to me back then, but it is much purer than me."

After a long time, the Dharma was passed down for three thousand years. An Qisheng gained a lot, his mood changed first, and he got out of the state of confusion and unwillingness in his once terminal illness.

Later, when he fought against the sky on earth, his state of mind changed again. His heart was like a mirror. Even if there was dust, he could wipe it with his hands, and his thoughts would not linger in his heart.

And before he dreamed of returning to the spring and autumn, he had already noticed the problem.

Since he awakened the Taoist map, even if there are not hundreds of millions of people who have fallen into his dreams, there are tens of millions of people. The joys, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, and fears of millions have ultimately had a great impact on him.

Even without Lao Dan's comments, he also felt his problem.

Therefore, he wanted to solve this problem in the Wanyang Realm, and after thousands of years of meditation practice, his state of mind has changed again.

All kinds of distracting thoughts are hard to arise in my heart, as if they are already dust-free and there is no need to wipe them anymore.

What is also difficult to arise is his original hope, his seven emotions and six desires, and his closeness to his mind.

I also realized the true meaning of the magic cube that can become a divine fetus.

However, he was not willing to do it.

Until he returned to Xuanxing, he felt a confusion in his heart that he had never experienced before in the world. What was placed before him was the choice of gods and man.

After seven years of walking in the world, he no longer restricted his distractions and wandered around the world like a mortal. Until this time, he was truly at his will.

"I met Mr. An a few years ago and I felt that you were like an immortal, like a sky hanging high, transcendent but inhumane. When I looked at it again, I still felt like this, but it was a bit difficult to understand. It seemed that the human heart replaced the heart of heaven."

Potter responded softly, with a humble expression, as if he had completely entered it, and he would do it if he thought about it.

"The sky is high and the earth is low. Good is good, but bad may not really have no advantages. Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are manifested outside the heart, just as wind, rain, thunder and lightning are appearances outside the sky. Human heart is human heart, and heavenly heart is heavenly heart, why can't we seek common ground while reserving differences?"

Under the afterglow of the sunset, the sky turns into red clouds, An Qisheng's heart fades, and the seven-year journey is like a dream, and it settles down in his heart:

"Only bypassing is the devil, and even by obtaining it is the way. Now I know what Lao Dan means, let it go, and let it go."

The royal family is me, Tai Chi is me, and Yuanyang is me.

When the mind emerges from the dust, clear light will rise.

"Um?"

Potter's heart moved, and he looked at it intently, and saw a pillar of clear light burst out from An Qisheng's body. At first, it was like a pillar, behind it was like a wolf smoke, until finally, it was like a canopy.

The five colors intertwined, as if three clear flowers were rotating drippingly. In a faintly, it seemed that there was a flash of figures among the petals like lotus platforms.

But the next moment, everything was already confused and fell into An Qisheng's body again.

This scene happened very quickly. Except for Potter's notice, even the tourists who came and took photos seemed to have not realized it, and it seemed that it had never happened.

"Are you three flowers?" Porter was a little surprised. In the clear light, he seemed to feel a familiar aura.

That seems to be the king's way...

Could it be that Zhenru used to be the rumor that Mr. An was the kingly Taoist of a certain generation of Jiufu Realm, or even the peerless master who opened up the kingly Taoist?

You should know that although there are five qi in the Jiufu Realm that converges to the Yuan Dynasty and three flowers gather together, even the seven sons of the royal family of the kings and Taoists of the kings could not condense the three flowers.

Even in the history of the long floating world for more than three thousand years, the only ones who truly condensed the three flowers are the first generation of the Taoist king and the ancestor Taibai.

"Avoid getting rid of the **, without being arbitrarily, without being called nameless, you can condense the essence and flowers, without being alarmed, without being angry or resentful, you can bloom the Qi flower, without being attached, and those who are always clear and awake can get the magic flower. The three flowers gather together, not just the essence, energy and spirit..."

An Qisheng was in a good mood and talked a lot more.

But before he finished speaking, he seemed to feel something in his heart and kept silent.

After seven years of walking in the world, he was the real external object to ignore it. Even if it was the Cave of Reincarnation, he would be left to the Sanxin Lan Lingtong to control it and would not be involved in everything.

At this time, my mind was clear and my thoughts were as clear as I could, and I immediately felt the changes in the world.

Porter was originally chewing on An Qisheng's narration of Sanhua, but he was also alarmed at this time, but he was concentrating on his senses but found nothing. He couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"
To be continued...