"Zhang Zhenren won't show up..."

Standing in front of the door of Sanqingguan, as if the Sanqingguan in front of you, the space was distorted, and there were thousands of figures in the Sanqingguan.

In front of the Sanqingguan Gate, a giant wolf was on the left, lying lazily on the ground, a pair of eyes seemed to have no breath of life, but the undulating belly told everyone that this giant wolf was still alive... The next moment, the strange giant wolf's eyes turned black and white, like two whirlpools, and heaven and earth seemed to be sucked into them.

On the right side of the gate of Sanqingguan, a giant python coiled into a snake array, the letter swallowed, and the head was raised.

The snort stirred, the wind and clouds changed color, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be sucked into the belly by it.

In the Sanqing Temple, thousands of people don't care about these at this time, thousands of people sit cross-legged, these people have monks and Taoists, and there are ordinary guests... In front of these thousand people, a high platform was raised. On the high platform, a figure sat cross-legged.

This person seems to be in a thick fog, and he can only see the figure vaguely, but he can't see what he looks like.

Thousands of people sat on the futon, each with their eyes closed, like statues.

"The Tao is very good, the name is very good, the name is famous, the name is not very famous.

Nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth, famous, the mother of all things.

Therefore, there is often no desire, to see its wonder, and there is often desire, to observe its subtlety.

These two are the same and have different names, the same name is the mystery, the mystery is mysterious, and the door of all wonders. ”

Suddenly, a loud voice came into the ears as if traveling through endless time and space. This voice is ethereal, but it is clear to hear.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and the originally cloudless sky was like a big net falling, enveloping the Sanqingguan, floating less than ten meters above the Sanqingguan. This large net brings an endless atmosphere of ancient desolation.

On the earth, it seems that the earth is cracked, and colorful lights form another large net, wrapping the entire island in the middle of the lake. Different from the big net in the sky, this big net seems to carry the kind atmosphere of a mother. It's like a baby in swaddling clothes, held in the arms of its mother, which is reassuring and makes people forget all their troubles...

Suddenly, in the big net above the Sanqingguan, a burst of smoke swirled, and in all directions, thousands of households, and even the whole world, endless fine smoke converged here. The smoke is formed, and the three figures are transformed...

The three men were dressed in different ways, one of them was barefoot, wearing shabby clothes, carrying a medicine shovel in his hand, and the other was a snake with a magnificent breath. And the other person, wearing a yellow robe and a crown, is a majestic emperor who exudes a murderous aura on his body...

As if the space was condensed, at the moment when these three figures appeared, another king wearing an imperial robe, even more majestic, as if every move, heaven and earth were under its control...

The sound of the sermon is like the spring breeze after winter, bathing the earth and exuding vitality.

"Everyone knows that beauty is beauty, evil is evil, everyone knows good, and not good." There is no mutual birth, difficulty and ease are also mutually beneficial, the length of the punishment is also the same, the superior and the inferior are also the same, the sound of the phase is also harmonious, the successive are with each other, and the constant is also. It is a saint who does nothing, teaches without words, and all things are done and the Buddha begins, and the Buddha lives for the sake of success. The husband is the one who lives in the Ephesus, and the one who goes to the Ephesus. ”

The voice of the sermon continued, and in the Sanqing Temple, the old peach tree shook its branches and leaves, and there seemed to be a burst of smoke gathered around the trunk of the old peach tree, and on the trunk of the old peach tree, a blurred face was conjured...

On the roof of Sanqingguan, two eagles, fanning their wings, their eyes flashing with thunder and lightning...

In the south of the island in the middle of the lake, at the wharf, the lake seems to be boiling, and endless swimming fish come from all directions, lurking in the water.

Yuantong and Huijing were like being struck by lightning, and the whole person was completely stunned. It seems that their souls are separated from the body at this moment, and the changes within the viewer's Sanqing View seem to be carried to another time and space by a mysterious power.

The air is fresh, the grasslands are endless, and a forest is just behind you.

Here are herds of cattle and sheep, and this is a paradise.

The clouds are fluttering, as if the fairy is stepping on the clouds and fluttering, and the wind is soft, as if the wind god is passing by.

"The way of heaven is like a bow and the high one is suppressed, the lower one is lifted, the surplus is lost, and the insufficient one is made up. The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than is lost. The way of man, otherwise, the loss is not enough to give more than enough. Who can have more than enough to serve the world, only the Taoist. It is not afraid of the saint, and it is not necessary to be successful, and it does not want to see the virtuous.

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. ”

The voice of the sermon seems to be in the ear, and it seems to be on the horizon... The sound is illusory but not real, condensed but not dispersed.

The voice of the sermon slowly faded, everything around him, slowly unreal, everything in front of him, like ice and snow melting, ceased to exist. It's like a time and space shift, and in the blink of an eye, I have arrived in another world...

In front of the Sanqing Temple, Yuantong and Huijing are like stone statues, the sun rises and shines on the two people.

The wind is slow, and the smell of plants and trees is condensed.

The faint water of the lake laps against the shore of the island in the middle of the lake, and the sound of the sound and the birds chirping in the forest make it seem like a paradise.

"Bell ......"

In the distance, coal ships sailed by, and some people knocked on the metal, not knowing what they were doing. The cargo ship motor breaks the tranquility of the early morning.

"Uncle Shi......"

Hui Jing was the first to come back to his senses, his face was full of horror, and there was even a kind of disbelief in his eyes. His eyes scanned the Sanqingguan in front of him and the environment around the Sanqingguan, trying to find out the difference.

At that moment just now, he felt that he was out of control, and his mind was not in control at that moment. The sound of the avenue hit the heart directly, and before I knew it, I fell into a kind of illusion.

In another world, immortals are flying, fairy beasts are hordes... The small river water, that world, is like an illusory world, which is not real. And everything, it's blurry, it's hard to see clearly.

In the real world, they are in front of Sanqingguan, and the roads around them are already overgrown with weeds, and Sanqingguan also seems to have experienced wind and rain, which looks a little dilapidated.

This is Zhang Daoran's dojo, and it is rumored that the entire island in the middle of the lake seems to be like a fairyland, and now, the entire island in the middle of the lake has a dilapidated atmosphere, which is a hundred times worse than the ordinary beautiful mountain scenery?

It's like a ruined ruin, and at some point, the Sanqingguan no longer exists...

"Hui Jing..."

Hui Jing was distracted, and her round voice carried a hint of unreality: "Do you feel it?"

Hui Jing didn't hide it, he still had an indescribable shock in his heart at this time, it was this dilapidated Sanqingguan, as if it was about to collapse at any time in the wind and rain, but just now, it brought a vision that he couldn't even dream of...

"I felt it, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect it... A human being can still have such a skill, even if it is a Nine Heavens Immortal God, I am afraid that he does not have this ability..."

Yuantong's face still has a kind of aftertaste in the illusion just now, and there is also the shock brought by the illusion.

He suddenly became depressed, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and he also wanted to find the answer: "It's a pity...... It's a shame... Wrong, right?"

"Uncle Shi..."

At this time, Hui Jing no longer had the trace of arrogance before, and he was even a little confused: "Just now, what is that?"