It's just this simple word "Tao".

It actually contains a hint of Taoist rhyme.

Although there is only a trace of it, Wan Faxing, Liang Farong and others still feel it.

What is Tao Yun?

Using brushstrokes as a medium, condense a trace of Taoism and pour it into it.

Whether it is a written word or a picture scroll, it can contain a trace of rhyme.

Of course, there is another way.

It is said that someone can write with a pen, and the words below it have a rhyme.

That stroke is all in line with the meaning of heaven.

It's just that such people are really rare.

The disciples below found that Chen Yang was no longer chanting.

I couldn't help but be curious, and finally I couldn't wait, and when I walked up, I saw many Taoist leaders, all looking at the wall of the scripture platform.

There's a black font on the wall, and that's the Tao.

Their eyes fell on the Dao word, and their bodies shook slightly.

There is an indescribable flavor in this word.

They can't help but want to find out, and the more they explore, the more they feel that they will have endless aftertastes.

Every time Chen Yang writes a word, it takes three or four minutes.

Every stroke, every stroke, is extremely serious.

He writes seriously, and everyone reads it seriously.

This is more shocking than Chen Yang's pure chanting.

Under the heavy snowfall, a Taoist priest, holding a wolf's hair, on the platform of Lao Tzu's scriptures, splashed ink, word by word, it was natural.

It's like it's supposed to be here.

There is not the slightest sense of disobedience.

Time passed slowly and unconsciously.

The sky was bright, but the snow was still heavy.

The entire Qinchuan is wrapped in a layer of silver makeup, which is not beautiful.

And the Taoist priests of the entire Louguan platform have been staying here since last night and have never moved.

As if fascinated, they stared intently at the wall.

At the foot of the mountain.

The staff of Zhongnan Mountain Tourist Attraction set up a sign in time to prohibit going up the mountain today.

When it was dawn, several staff members walked up the mountain, intending to inform the mountain chiefs.

It would have been enough to call.

But the phone couldn't get through.

This trip up the mountain is also to see if something is going on on the mountain.

If not, why can't the phone get through?

The mountain road is less than 600 meters, and it usually takes an hour to get there.

Today I climbed for two hours.

"Hey, why is it snowing so early this year?"

"yes, it's going to fall before December, it's really painful. ”

The six people crossed the Xiandu Yi Gate and came to the outside of the Qixuan Palace.

Looking inside, there was no one.

"That's wrong, why don't you even have a stick of incense?"

"Where have all the people gone?"

They knew that this group of Dao Masters was working harder than themselves.

Waking up early every day and sleeping late is absolutely impossible.

But now, what about people?

Not a single one.

It's so weird.

They ran inside and out for more than an hour, but they still didn't see anyone.

Finally, he ran to the prayer platform, and one of them pointed to the prayer platform: "It's all over there." ”

"What are they doing?"

"What sound?"

"What's the sound?"

"Knock~"

The sound of the wooden fish.

Liang Farong knocked all night, and his hands didn't feel sore, so he kept knocking.

The Taoist priests listened to the sound of the wooden fish and looked at the dense big characters on the wall, and they were very engaged.

"Hell, why don't there be any snowflakes on the scripture platform?"

"It stopped snow here last night?"

"Stop farting, except for the prayer platform, where is not snow?"

In the blink of an eye, this is really the case.

The prayer platform was surrounded by heavy snowfall.

It's weird.

Could it be that these Taoist elders haven't slept all night, and they are all clearing the snow here?

They knew that the scripture platform was very important to the Louguan platform, but they didn't expect it to be so important.

It's terrifying.

"Go over and ask. ”

They walked over, and halfway through, the sound of the wooden fish became louder and louder.

Their pace is getting slower.

There was an urge in my heart to stop and listen to the sound of the wooden fish.

What are you doing up there?

It's definitely more important to wait and listen to it.

Eventually, it went up.

But it was crowded with people, and they were all huddled together.

Chen Yang has to write, and he always has to set aside a space.

Six people stood on the edge of the steps, and no one paid attention when they came up.

No one even looked at them.

They were very unhappy, we came to see you, and you didn't even look at us?

It's so sad.

By the time they saw the words on the wall, the jumbled thoughts were gone.

Yes, what is there to see about people.

It must be the words on the wall that look better.

A hook and a stroke, a skimm, how to look good.

No matter how you look at it, you don't get tired of it.

Suddenly, the six of them were also immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

Chen Yang continued to write on the wall, pausing occasionally.

It's so tiring.

The mental drain is really serious.

But he still had to write.

It's not just to let the real people of Louguantai understand that they do have the strength to be real people.

is even more because his mood is extremely transparent at the moment.

He felt that it was the best he had ever written.

The inscription of the Tao Te Ching appeared in front of me, and all the artistic conception and rhyme were all contained in this font.

5,000 words, Chen Yang wrote it overnight and didn't finish it.

The snow is falling, but the prayer platform is not affected.

Even real people like Liang Farong didn't notice it.

Time was slow, and in the blink of an eye, it was already ten o'clock in the afternoon.

In addition to these six people who went up the mountain, many others came.

The staff of the scenic spot at the foot of the mountain couldn't contact these six people for half a day.

I continued to contact the Taoist chief in the mountains, but I couldn't get in touch.

They were nervous, thinking they were in danger when they went up the mountain.

So they hurriedly contacted the Taoist Association.

As a result, the tragedy was discovered, and the office of the Taoist Association was also on the Louguantai.

That's a.

No way, contact the government.

While making contact, I sent someone to the mountains to see what the situation was.

As a result, two hours later, the second group of people who went up the mountain could not be contacted.

They were completely dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Could it be that a tiger is coming down the mountain?

But aren't those Taoist chiefs in the mountains awesome, can they overturn tigers with their bare hands?

They were really panicking.

I didn't dare to send people up the mountain anymore, so I immediately contacted the government to report the latest situation.

The government also contacted the local military headquarters and transferred two helicopters.

Twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Chen Yang's eyes were attentive, looking at the wall in front of him.

A circle of walls, all of which are written by him from last night to today.

Every word is like a charm, as if it is alive.

At this moment, two helicopters are flying towards the observation deck.

The government also organized hundreds of people to rush to the mountain.

At this moment, Chen Yang has already written the last paragraph of the Tao Te Ching.

Faith is not beautiful, good words are not believed.

The good do not argue, and the debater is not good.

Those who know are not knowledgeable, and those who are knowledgeable do not know.

The saint does not accumulate, because he thinks that he has more and more,

and with others more and more.

The way of heaven is beneficial but not harmful

The way of the saint is indisputable.

When the last word "fight" was written, Chen Yang waved the wolf in his hand and let out a long breath.

It was also at this time that the walls of the prayer platform were surrounded by golden light.

These golden rays of light emanate from every font, like holy light.

All of a sudden, hundreds of Taoist priests were wrapped in this golden light.

They looked at the suddenly glowing scriptures and opened their mouths in amazement.

"Buzz!"

A wave of unevenness has risen again and again.

Behind Chen Yang, Lao Tzu's golden body, which was dozens of meters high, suddenly had a golden light blooming.

Liang Farong, Fu Enpu, and Wan Faxing stood up from the ground in an instant.

They looked at this golden statue of Lao Tzu in shock, and they could hardly believe their eyes.

"Saint... Manifested!"