This sound was too familiar, but also too strange. It was often heard in the past, but now it has been several years since it was heard. Old Green Ox felt that the world around him had become blank in an instant, and the sounds and colors of all things were getting farther and farther away from him, as if there was another world.
He turned around and saw the Daoist wearing Blue Daoist Robe.
The Human World's wife retired and wore a black robe.
The Kunlun jade crown, which represents the earthly world, a man's crown, is placed on one side. He wears Blue Daoist Robe again, as if he has picked up the past again, but he still has only gray hair and many wrinkles on his face and hands.
Only those eyes were still clear and gentle, making Old Green Ox feel in a trance that the person standing in front of him was the young man from back then. But at this moment, the feeling was like flowing white light. The white feeling dispersed, and everything in the world of mortals poured into his sight enthusiastically. He saw that it was still old man.
The master's breath became weaker and weaker, almost as if he was about to die.
He was just a mortal who was freezing in the house, so he walked out to bask in the warm sun and warm himself up. Old Green Ox looked at it and felt an indescribable majesty in the Qi machine that seemed to have transformed into an old mortal, like an abyss, like a river or a sea, like a mountain.
The abyss is endless, the rivers and seas are reversed, and the mountains collapse.
A majestic and immeasurable view.
That seems to be the case!
At the moment before the raging endless energy erupted, I didn't know when it would collapse, but I only knew that the collapse would inevitably bring huge waves. Old Green Ox couldn't help but jump at the corners of his eyes. He looked at Qi WuHuo, then looked at the sky, and subconsciously blurted out:
"Wuhuo, are you going to solve the calamity?!"
"Measuring calamities... Measuring calamities of people should also be solved by people. This is inevitable, but it shouldn't be now." The old Daoist smiled. He looked ahead, his eyes were clear and peaceful, and said, "I still have some problems that need to be solved."
"What's the problem?"
"Some friends are coming."
The gray-haired old Daoist replied, "I gave them sixty years to think clearly about one thing, their obsessions and turning back, but they finally chose to walk in. From the perspective of cause and effect, this is the cause I planted sixty years ago, and they should reap the fruits now more than sixty years later."
He fluttered his sleeves and stood up with his hands on his knees, carrying the Human Dao Destiny and decades of calamity on his back. His body had already been corroded by the Human Dao Destiny backlash. He seemed overwhelmed, seemed to be old, and his steps were slow.
Qi WuHuo's cultivation level seems to be extremely low.
The realm seems to be extremely high.
There are still five Qi, Heaven, Earth, Man, God, Ghost, circulating and changing in his body. These five Qi have been transformed before, and all of them have climbed to the top of the supreme state of perfection. Over the years, Daoists have not taken the initiative to promote the circulation and combination of these five Qi, but just allowed them to change naturally in their bodies.
These five energies flow through this body.
While sitting still, the accumulation has already reached its limit.
There is even a vague level beyond the Qi of perfection. If a practitioner is compared to a container, Qi WuHuo has already contained water and Qi that exceeds its own limit. When it usually does not move, the water can barely maintain stability, but now, it only moves slightly.
Qi then went berserk!
When the energy is full, it overflows.
But the Daoist realm is too high.
The overflowing Qi is still changing in the body, flowing between the inside and outside, lingering in the traces of Celestial Person. There is obviously no strange phenomenon in the surroundings that is as violent as wind and thunder, and it is still natural. However, Old Green Ox does not know why, but feels that the sky in that area is about to collapse and be pressed down.
Everything is vast, the sky and the earth are low!
It was as if the world had become narrow and cramped. The Daoist stood there, with all natural things surrounding him so peacefully. His head was in the sky, his feet were on the ground, and he was straddling the three realms of humans, gods, and ghosts. The underworld and the red dust were entwining his body, making this Daoist even more prominent.
But if you look closely, you will see that it is just an ordinary person standing in the world.
It's just old Daoist who seems to be unable to walk!
What kind of state is this?!
What kind of personality is this?!
Old Green Ox Watched the real and illusory scenes constantly intertwining in front of him, and couldn't help but sink into it. Unknowingly, his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He saw the white-haired Daoist take a few steps forward again, and the Spirit Charm surrounding him became more and more majestic.
The energy of breath rises in the sky.
Faintly transformed into purple qi, this purple qi is looming, luxurious and extraordinary.
Old Green Ox saw that the Daoist in front of him was on a path that was too high in his own realm and had too much foundation. He came into being and took action in response to the calamity. He took only one step and came out with majestic momentum. It was naturally earth-shattering. However, there was some loss along the way. He once saw the Daoist preaching and watched Primordial Heroes. His eyesight was extraordinary. At this moment, he was blessed in his soul and said:
"Wuhuo, where are you going?"
The gray-haired old man turned sideways and looked back slightly, with a calm look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Old Green Ox to speak.
Old Green Ox said, "I'll take you there!"
He took a few steps forward and transformed into a very handsome and tall green bull. He was covered in thick fur and could withstand wind and thunder. His two horns pointed at the sky like two war spears. His four hooves were as black as ink jade and his eyes were filled with energy. He immediately pulsated with his steps, stepped forward, and leaned down.
The white-haired old man said gently, "Thank you Uncle Niu."
He stood up and sat on Old Green Ox's back.
Boom!!!
Old Green Ox's body suddenly sank downwards. In an instant, there seemed to be an unparalleled weight pressing down on him. Old Green Ox's face became solemn and his pupils shrank. At that moment, he almost felt that the world was collapsing. It was darkened, and the white-haired old man, who seemed to have reached the end of his life, seemed to be countless times heavier than Mount Tai, Kunlun Mountain, and Mount Sumeru combined!
He seemed--
Carrying the whole world!
Tangtang has been practicing since ancient times, following the Supreme Master Dao Ancestor. Over the past few years, Old Green Ox, who has taken countless miraculous medicines and consumed a lot of flat peach wine, feels that his True Lord peak cultivation level seems to be empty.
Not even one person can carry it!
My legs are shaking!
The white-haired old man seemed to be aware of Old Green Ox's difficulty. He lowered his eyes and said gently, "Is it heavy? If it's too heavy, do you want me to come down and walk by myself?"
"No, it's okay."
Old Green Ox's legs were trembling, but he clenched his teeth and held on. I don't know why, after so many years of practice, Primordial Era was almost True Lord. And until now, for several eons and countless years, my cultivation has not improved at all, but at this time, I feel a kind of echo in the Unseen.
Opportunity!
Unparalleled, perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Here it comes!
Old Green Ox His eyes were burning, and he walked through this the Human World step by step, carrying the old Daoist on his back.
Xi Men Da Chong, who has turned white at the temples, is talking about his understanding of the great road. He is surrounded by a dozen young people, all of whom look solemn and serious, and are listening in rapt attention. After all, the Xi Men Da Chong in front of him is one of Legalist School's wives. Of course, he is not an extraordinary person and does not have extraordinary talents.
I practiced seriously when I was young, caught up with the good times when the Master was preaching, worked hard, achieved something, and broke through to Primordial Prenatal Qi. Then I got to know my childhood sweetheart, got married and had children, and grew old together. This was already an extremely happy and fulfilling life.
A higher level of realm, due to one's own talent and the wrong path that has been taken, is ultimately as elusive as the flower in the mirror or the moon in the water. Xi Men Da Chong is now over sixty years old. He is no longer a young and immature boy, nor a high-spirited youth. In this era, the life expectancy can be 120 years old, which can also be considered to be close to the state of an elderly person.
His beard and hair are gray.
Here the sermon is taught to the young people and the basics are taught, just like before.
He looked calm and unsmiling, so these young disciples were actually a little in awe of him. But today, when Xi Men Da Chong was describing Daoist rhyme that had reached a very profound and subtle level, he suddenly heard bursts of shouting on the road not far away.
You might not care about it at first, but the sound never stops.
It kept coming.
Xi Men Da Chong frowned slightly and said to the disciples listening next to him, "Let's go and see how the pure land of Nine Monuments can be so noisy? Let's persuade them first."
"Yes."
After the disciple bowed, he went to see it.
Xi Men Da Chong continues the story.
But just after a while, the disciple's eyes lit up and he rushed over with a shout. The joy on his face could not be controlled. He scolded Xi Men Da Chong and said, "You are a person who practices the Legalist School way. Everything in the world must have laws. Why do you act like this?!"
The disciple gasped for breath. In the past, when faced with the Master's scolding, he would have turned pale and would not dare to refute. But now his eyes lit up and he said, "Master, Master!"
Xi Men Da Chong said, "I'm here."
"No, I don't mean Master Ximen!"
The disciple took a deep breath and then stood up.
He turned around, bowed deeply in the direction of Nine Stone Tablets, and said, "It's that Master."
Snap!
The surrounding disciples all heard a messy sound, like something falling to the ground. They turned around and saw Jade Slip of Teacher had fallen to the ground. The white-haired Xi Men Da Chong, who was already a decade old, rushed forward as if he was young. The white hair on his temples raised up and pushed away the crowd in front of him.
His eyes were wide open and his heart was beating rapidly. He stepped forward and walked quickly forward. In a trance, he seemed to be back to his youth. Back to that day when he was young, he walked through the deserted streets and saw the moat flowing slowly in a remote place of Capital City. River lanterns floated on the river one by one, as if it reached the sky.
That night when he was young was always in his dreams.
He finally knocked through the crowd in front of him, just like that time he turned around when he was young.
The wind of his youth blew on his face, and the sounds around him seemed to have left him.
Seeing the Master, the huge and handsome green bull walked step by step on the road.
The once high-spirited master had aged, his white hair had fallen, and it was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his expression was gentle. Xi Men Da Chong looked at the white hair of old man, and his eyes were blank. Only then did he realize that in his own eyes, in the Hundred Schools of Thought's eyes, the master of that year had never aged.
He will always have a jade crown and black hair under the stone monument, a handsome appearance, and he will always be young.
Always leading the way for them.
It turns out that the master is already so old.
It turns out,
The figure that once paved the way in front of me and shielded me from the wind and rain has become so old and frail that I am about to leave.
Xi Men Da Chong was stunned for a long time, suppressing the rolling sadness in his heart, he bowed his hands and said softly:
"Master."
The sound was slight, but it was like a huge wave.
Because it's not just one person.
The wind blew through the world, and on both sides of this road, there were people like Xi Men Da Chong, the white-haired old man. The disciples looked at the masters who were either majestic or fierce and saluted. They saw a look of sadness and reverence on the faces of Teacher. They looked at the old figure.
This is the Master's Master.
Both sides of this road are filled with people giving each other a hand.
Silence, speechless.
They raised their heads and looked at the back of old man, suddenly feeling a strange feeling.
This may be the last time they see the Master.
Master, that man who is like a dragon and a god, will eventually leave.
Xi Men Da Chong said subconsciously, "Master!"
The green bull stopped, old man lowered his eyes.
Everything in the world is stagnant and there is no sound at all.
Xi Men Da Chong said, "Master, can we still listen to your sermon?"
At this time, he seemed to be still the young man he was back then, with longing in his eyes, and in front of him, it seemed that he was still the master who was as rich as jade as the stars were ringing in the world that night.
old man smiled gently and replied:
"It will happen once."
And the last time.
Xi Men Da Chong was filled with sorrow and joy. In the end, the joy that could still be heard of the great road was swallowed up by unparalleled sadness. As Qingniu walked forward, he met Daoist Mingxin who came out of the palace. It was as if cause and effect were like fate. He came out from here, and the old man came from the other side, and they met at the end of the road. It was just right.
Mingxin raised her head, looked at the old man, and said, "Martial Uncle..."
The old man looked at the grieving junior and said gently, "Come with me."
"Yes."
Daoist Mingxin, who had experienced the severe pain of losing his best friend, bowed gently and stood aside, holding the green bull, while the handsome man [Yin] stared at the old Daoist. At this time, his forehead was beating, and there was a faint feeling of severe pain, as if a picture was about to emerge from his mind.
This is...?!!
[Yin] held his forehead and groaned because of the severe pain. He immediately understood and stared at the old man.
He seemed to sense some kind of opportunity, so he subconsciously took steps to follow the old man.
Qingniu walked steadily away from the world. Xi Men Da Chong couldn't contain the sadness in his heart. He took half a step forward, then finally stopped, shook his sleeves, bowed deeply, and said, "Send me off to you, Master!"
People who had witnessed this Jiazi naturally saluted, and soon came the disciples. They all opened their mouths and said those three words, but it was as if the whole world was bidding farewell to old man, who brought the legend of this Jiazi, and said -
"Send it to my wife!"
This is a gift from this world.
old man has gray hair and has never looked back.
Qingniu's speed became faster and faster, and finally left the capital.
Outside the customs--
Sixteen Buddhas knocked on the barrier continuously and broke through it. When there was no obstruction, no one on this side of the barrier could resist the Buddha. The power of these sixteen-channel Buddhas is extremely majestic and vast. Now there are two ways. One is to escape from a remote and hidden place into the human world. The other option is naturally to take the main road and enter in a dignified manner.
[Namo Joyful Sound and Light Tathagata] said, "We were humiliated outside the pass before, but now it is natural for us to go through the pass! Enter the human world in an upright manner to announce the arrival of my Buddha!"
"This level was originally guarded by tens of thousands of soldiers, but now they are all gone, and neither is King Wei Wu Li Zhai. Who can stop me?"
"Buddhism is walking in the world, who can stop it?!"
"Who can beat me?!"
"This pass is majestic and unique. It is named because it is in the valley and as deep and dangerous as a letter. It stretches from Xiaoshan in the east to Tongjin in the west. It is commonly known as Han Valley and is known as a natural danger. Its number is--Hangu Pass!"
A Sixteen Buddhas knocks on the door!
The arrogance is like a rainbow, Buddha light shows it.
Hangu Pass The door was broken, as narrow as a dragon. As far as the road ahead could be seen, there was no fighting, but there was a slight pause. I heard the subtle sound of bells coming along with the sound of the wind. I had broken through the border and entered the country all the way. The steps of the majestic Buddhas paused for unknown reasons. Buddha light, which had almost filled the whole world, froze for a moment.
You can't move forward even half an inch.
Then all the Buddhas were shocked, and all their eyes fell down.
The sound of the bell gradually got closer.
At the end of their sight, they saw a green cow with a old Daoist sitting on its back.
That's all,
So Buddha light all stopped.
The final ending of this volume is difficult to write. I estimate that the remaining two updates today will be a little late. You can go to bed early and read it in the morning.