The opportunity has been obtained, and I have no intention of nostalgia for the red dust.

Huolin was seriously injured, and everyone went to the island in the middle of the lake as fast as they could.

But in half a day, everyone saw the vague shadow of the island in the middle of the lake. Except for You Yixiu, it was the first time for everyone to see the island in the middle of the lake from such a high altitude.

As they got closer and closer to the island in the middle of the lake, a dreamy and mysterious feeling surged into everyone's hearts.

If it was a few years ago, tell them that there would be cultivators with the power of heaven and earth on such a lonely island that towers over the lake, ordinary and can no longer be ordinary?

"Fellow Daoists, take the first step, and the poor Dao will come later."

Qing Illusion Dao Leader inexplicably felt his heart shake, and his speed slowed down, and everyone slowed down with the traction of her qi. A hint of apology appeared on the face of the Qing Illusion Dao Chief: "There are some things that need to be dealt with in the Poor Dao. ”

You Yixiu and the others were just stunned, and then they used their speed to the extreme. Huolin is extremely injured and needs medical attention. The Hengkong Dao Leader even injured the Yang God and also needed treatment.

Except for the Qing Illusion Dao Chief, who was unharmed, the rest of the people were more or less injured. These injuries all originated from the Shura Demon Heads, and they were mutually restrictive with their cultivation, and it was difficult to deal with them themselves.

Qing Illusion Dao Leader lagged behind, and her speed was not very fast. Since the condensation of the Yuan Shen, the Qing Illusion Dao Master used the Yuan Shen to sense the heaven and earth for the first time, and then sighed: "The Heavenly Dao, as expected, has been obscure in the past Yang God Realm, and it can sense the Heavenly Dao, but now in the Poor Dao Yuan Shen Realm, the Heavenly Dao has also begun to blur. ”

Looking at the island in the middle of the lake, the face of the Qing Illusion Dao Chang kept changing, and finally his eyes dimmed.

With a flicker of his figure, the Qinghuan Daoist came to the Qingzhai Dao Nunnery in the northeast of Huxin Island: "Calculate the time, Poor Dao hasn't been here for a year."

Qingzhai Daoan, the scenery is still the same, but it has not been here for a year, and the island is a little deserted. Among the Taoist temples, some trees have also grown a lot.

The stone tables in the courtyard of the Taoist temple are spotless, and it should be that someone often comes to clean them.

Push open the door and everything is the same. As if I had lived here yesterday, a familiar feeling came to my heart, but the Pure Illusion Dao Chang felt very unfamiliar.

Since I came to the island in the middle of the lake a few years ago, I have lived here since then, and I have a familiar teacher and a familiar sister. Now the master Lu Jing has passed away, and now the Qingzhai Dao Nunnery, the senior sister is not there.

Looking at the bronze bell in the bell hall, the Qinghuan Dao chief was stunned.

How long has it been since the wake-up bell has been ringing three times a day?

Wash the palms of your hands and twist incense to worship the gods. The Pure Illusion Daoist bowed down reverently and respectfully.

Walking out of the shrine again, looking at the courtyard, there was a feeling of desolation. The formations here have not been removed, but they have all been hidden. The aura is thin, and the scenery that should be restored here for all seasons of the year is restored.

Walk out of the yard, stand in front of the door, and look up at the island in the middle of the lake. The Pure Illusion Dao Leader was once again distracted, and it seemed that he saw a glimmer of light in his eyes, which crossed the sky.

I don't know how many times, I just looked up at the island in the middle of the lake, looked at that blurred figure, and arranged a formation around the island in the middle of the lake.

Turning his head, he looked at the other islands, there were boats and boats to figure it out, but at this time, the original waterway had been covered by lotus flowers, and the only waterway was completely disappeared at this time.

It is clear that it has been here for a long time and no one has come.

As soon as his mind moved, the figure of the Qing Illusion Dao Chief fluttered, like a nine-day fairy. The original god is formed, and the wind is gone. Without the help of a flying sword, it is possible to control the sky at short distances.

Although the speed is not fast, it has a little more freedom and a more freewheeling control.

Fly around the island in the middle of the lake and finally land at the island pier in the middle of the lake. The wharf in the middle of the lake, except for the cement paving, is a little old, and the rest of the place, under the scorching summer sun, the grass is luxuriant, and it stretches all the way to the climbing stairs, which is knee-high grass. To the east and south of the island in the middle of the lake, the lotus leaves are green and the lotus flowers are blooming.

Taking a deep breath and standing in front of the climbing steps, the Qing Illusion Daoist felt a little trance.

A few years ago, it used to be very lively. Zhang Daoran preached, all over the world, north and south of the great river, and even overseas islands, some cultivators rushed here to listen to the sermon.

Now, this climbing staircase, exposed to the wind and sun, has less human tracks and more of a dilapidated appearance. In the cracks of the boulders, even some grass grows. "It's not that the glory is no more, it's that the glory has shifted"

At the beginning, it was a holy place of monasticism, and few people cared about it at this time. Even Zhang Daoran has lived on the island in the middle of the lake for several years and has not gone out, and he has not preached again. There may still be a name for Zhang Daoran in the cultivation world, but more people choose to forget.

Qinghuan Daoist was a little confused: "Whether it is Laoshan Mountain or Longhu Mountain, they are all competing for the orthodox status of the Daomen, but you have chosen to open up the world and choose to fade out of everyone's sight, is this a detached state of mind, Hongchen fame and fortune do not linger, or is it some other reason?"

Zhang Daoran's cultivation realm, once he comes out of the mountain, not to mention fame and fortune, at least Zhang Daoran can easily grasp the power of Taoism, and the world's Taoism will bow down.

But in the past few years, Zhang Daoran seems to have no intention of doing this at all.

Whether the Daomen is prosperous or not, whether it is fame, fortune and power, does not stay in his eyes.

Slowly, step by step, halfway up the mountain, the Qinghuan Daoist suddenly smiled: "Back then, there were many formations here, and you can't climb the mountain unless you have a fate." At that time, people of the Taoist world forcibly climbed the mountain. Now that the formation has been removed, it is not as lively as before."

Suddenly, the Pure Illusion Dao Chief's heart was shocked: "Could it be that this is your reason, this is what you are pursuing?"

The Pure Illusion Dao Master has been crawling in the red dust for more than 20 years, and knows the temptation of the red dust for cultivators.

If it weren't for the Wengu earthquake, the Pure Illusion Dao Chief's state of mind would not have come to cultivate.

Over the past few years, the Pure Illusion Daoist has felt like a dream. She suddenly found that since she cultivated the Tao, she seemed to have been drifting with the flow, and she didn't seem to have her own pursuits.

"What is the original meaning of my monasticism?"

Qing Illusion Dao Chang's face was dazed, she felt her Yuan Shen beating, and she felt that her state of mind was gradually broken.

"What did I dodge in the first place? What did I need to dodge? What was I dodging?"

Qinghuan Daoist felt a pain in his heart, his parents were gone, and the hostel he had worked so hard to run was gone

"In the first place, you just wanted to find a secluded place?"

Thinking about it, when I saw Zhang Daoran for the first time, I was a little disgusted. Later, Zhang Daoran's disciple You Yixiu, his words came true. The Wengu earthquake really came

"How did it feel at that time?"

Qing Illusion Dao Chief's face was complicated, and then she came to the island in the middle of the lake and threw herself into Lu Jing Dao Chang's door. For two years, Zhang Daoran fell asleep. Then the entry into the Tao was successful, and Lu Jingdao was long feathered.

Everything was successful at the beginning, but the feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger.

"Whew"

When I opened my eyes, I was already standing in front of the Sanqingguan Gate.

Qinghuan Daochang's face was full of bitterness: "The original spirit is dim, and the mood is broken"

In the past few years of cultivation, the Pure Illusion Dao Master has been smooth sailing, and at this time, the waves in his heart are surging, shattering the state of mind that he has maintained for many years. The Yuan Shen that had just been condensed, in this fluctuation of heart, was dim, and it was as if a candle was extinguishing at any time

"That familiar feeling, that unfamiliar feeling, is that the passage of time has caused my realm to be unstable. It seems that I still need to go through this red dust before I can regain my state of mind."

Turning around and going down the mountain, the figure of the Qing Illusion Dao Chief flashed and disappeared without a trace.