The palace is in a group, red bricks and gold tiles, flying dragons swimming on the wall, and phoenixes and green curtains.

The fairy mist was shrouded, and in the haze, the palaces appeared vaguely in the eyes. The verdant fairy trees, exuding the breath of infinite life, stand quietly in the courtyard. Fairy birds, perched on them.

In the palace, it is rare to find a human figure. Consciousness flashed from the palace complex, and before he could fully see it, the appearance of these palaces had already drifted into the distance. In their consciousness, there was a voice telling these refugees that this was the fairy realm, the divine realm, and the immortal realm......

It is inhabited by immortals, immortal. Live with heaven and earth, and shine with the sun and the moon.

The consciousness changed again, and the consciousness of the refugees appeared in a valley. It is surrounded by towering cliffs, and some grass clings tenaciously to it. Some beasts are singing in the valley, and some fairy birds are flying in the sky.

"Roaring ......"

The tigers with these two heads raised their heads in unison and roared. A python with three heads coiled around a giant tree.

A waterfall fell from the sky, without a source, and strangely from the sky, like a crack, wide and rapid water, impacting the water surface for miles below, stirring up bursts of mist.

Looking up along the waterfall, I realized that faintly, above the clouds, from a cliff, the water was pouring down.

A cloud of white clouds floated from the sky, against the wind, into the distance. Thoughts fluttered slowly with this white cloud, and above the cloud was an old Taoist priest wearing a wide white robe, holding a dusty hand, and smiling crane-haired and childish face.

The auspicious clouds are fluttering, and the mind wanders. One by one, the immortals rode through the clouds, or flew through the air, or rode strange beasts, flying in one direction.

The scenery in front of me will change again. The idea came to an isolated island in the water, and the island was not high, only more than 300 meters. A staircase, winding up, leads to the top of the mountain. In front of the Taoist temple, a giant python about the size of a bucket coiled into a snake formation, with a pair of fist-sized eyes, looked directly at the foot of the mountain. Two majestic eagles, as big as a roof, like a small airplane, landed in the courtyard and on the roof of the Taoist temple.

The thought drifted into the yard, and a gray wolf the size of a calf lazily basked in the sun.

In the yard, there are a few ginkgo trees, but the bowl mouth is thick. An old peach tree with three people hugging each other, bearing some fruit on it. The fruit is white and reddish, and it is clearly ripe. Under the old peach tree, there is a stone table. There was a man sitting next to the stone table, who was reciting scriptures.

When the refugees saw this young Taoist, they were a little stunned in their instinctive thoughts. Isn't this the young Taoist priest sitting on a boulder in their homeland? He is not thousands of miles away, how can he appear here?

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs, and saints are unkind, and people are dogs. Between heaven and earth, it is still empty and unyielding, moving and out. It is better to stay in the middle ......"

Strangely, in this strange mood, the voice of this Taoist was exactly the same as the content of the scriptures heard in their homeland. This kind of Chinese aesthetic language, even if it is a Chinese people, with their own understanding, it is impossible to understand the content of the scriptures in the whole text.

Strangely, however, when these verses came out of the mouths of the young Taoists, the refugees instantly understood. Every word, every sentence, every word heard, will be understood thoroughly.

"The god of grains is immortal, it is called Xuanyi. The gate of Xuanqi is the root of heaven and earth. If it exists, it will not be used...... The days are long, the earth is long. The reason why heaven and earth can last long is because they do not generate themselves, so they can live forever. It is not because of the selflessness of the saint that he precedes his body, and he exists outside his body, so he can become his selfishness...... Good is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than the Tao. Dwelling, good land, heart, good abyss, harmony, good benevolence, speech, good faith, government, good governance, good work, good energy, movement, good time. The husband is indisputable, so there is no special ......"

Verses and verses travel throughout the body with mysterious power. Not only does it make these refugees feel clear and thorough in their thinking, but they also feel that this kind of scripture gives people a kind of inspiration that they have the courage to fight and are not afraid of heaven and earth.

If you want to live forever, you must cultivate.

Condense the soul, open up the mystery, open the door of heaven and earth, and pour the aura into the body. Open up the meridians, store the dantian, nourish the primordial spirit, comprehend the truth of heaven and earth, and comprehend the laws of heaven and earth. Compared to their native sects, they felt that this was the true scripture that guided people's practice.

Compared with the native scriptures, which seek to contribute to the believer everything, faith, heart, body, soul, all belong to the gods, the judgment is superior.

"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 with himself. The way of heaven is beneficial but not harmful. The way of the saint is indisputable. ”

Suddenly, the voice of the sermon echoed in his mind with the last word, and everything in front of him was distorted and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Isolated islands, mountains, Taoist temples, and Taoists are like a puff of smoke, and then drift away.

When they opened their eyes in confusion, these refugees found out. They were still sitting where they were, and before they knew it, they were sitting cross-legged on their knees. The Quran that he was holding in his hand was thrown to the ground at some point.

When I raised my head, I saw that on the boulder, Zhang Daoran, a young Taoist priest, was still sitting cross-legged on the boulder. It's just Zhang Daoran, looking around at this time, there seems to be a look of disappointment.

"Was it a dream?"

The refugees felt a little unreal and surprised.

saw the Immortal Realm and witnessed Zhang Daoran appear on the isolated island. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Daoran returned to the boulder as if he hadn't left at all. Looking at Long Yun in front of him, his body exuded an aura that made people palpitate and fear. Fortunately, this kind of breath disappeared again as soon as it appeared.

Ai Hao and Karkel beside Long Yun, one of the two people is physically disabled, and the other is a normal person. At this time, the two of them, like rocks, let the wind and rain blow, sitting in place without moving. It seems to fall into a wonderful artistic conception, which makes them refuse to wake up for a long time.

Thinking back to the time of the sermon, that wonderful feeling made these refugees, the moment they opened their eyes, the faith in their hearts was slowly collapsing.

Standing up silently, these refugees did not leave immediately.

Waiting quietly, I don't know when, Ai Haoer helped Kakel and woke up with Long Yun. didn't turn around, didn't choose to leave, but looked at the boulder and bowed deeply: "Thank you for the real person!"

Giving the law?

Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged on the boulder, raising his head to look at the sky in the distance. I felt a trace of powerful aura, and it was approaching here at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, the sermon became a boulder.

"The sermon has ended, if you want to know more about the Daomen, you can ask Long Yun for advice. Zhang Daoran didn't blink his eyelids, suddenly looked into the distance, and muttered: "I'm still here, in order to keep the faith here, you won't give up...... Still, it's too slow......"

Zhang Daoran's expression fell in the eyes of Ai Hao and Kakel. An extremely familiar aura, approaching here at a terrifying speed. Before he saw anyone coming, Ai Haoer's face changed drastically: "Bishop......"