"This is the island in the middle of the lake?"

When the boat approached the dock of the island in the middle of the lake, the two monks stepped on the pier, not caring about the small fishing boat that was slowly leaving. The fishermen only hesitated and left.

"It seems..."

Looking at the wharf, the weeds around the wharf were barren, Hui Jing frowned: "Here, it seems that no one has been here for a long time..."

Weeds are everywhere, except for a few footprints on the dock, there are traces of human overpower, but outside the dock, no footprints have been found.

Yuantong's half-squinted eyes opened, and his face was full of surprise.

After looking around carefully, Yuantong was also a little incredulous: "Sanqingguan on the island in the middle of the lake, is it completely isolated from the outside world?"

If it's not completely isolated, why is it so deserted?

No one goes up the mountain, and in this era, the theory of ghosts and gods has been scientifically precipitated, and not many people believe it. It's their teacher, who has such a great influence, but it has also been commercialized...

Longhu Mountain, Laoshan Mountain, the world's Taoist people who hold the bull's ear, how many pilgrims and believers should there be?

The island in the middle of the lake has indeed had glory, and cultivators from all over the world gathered to listen to Zhang Daoran's preaching, but the island in the center of the lake has not spread in the world, but has a legend in the monastic world. Maybe the villagers on the east bank have some understanding of this place, and when they go out of Fenghuan Town, or Beisi Lake, many people have not heard of the name of Sanqingguan... Along the way, they have seen a lot of Taoist incense, which is okay, but here...

There are no pilgrims and believers, at least all the daily necessities of the audience cultivators, and there are also disciples who go down the mountain to buy them...

However, there are no traces of humanity here at all!

It's like a barren mountain that has been barren for an unknown number of years, and there are no traces of human beings except for the artificially excavated climbing stairs.

"Let's go..."

Yuantong took the lead and started to go up the mountain, and when he walked to the stairs, Yuantong was also stunned for a moment.

The stairs are right in front of you, but there are a lot of stone crevices, overgrown with weeds... Yes, weeds, weeds in the cracks of the stones, obscuring almost all the stairs.

"This..."

Yuantong had a bad premonition: "Zhang Zhenren, shouldn't it be relocated..."

Since the day when the second dragon raised its head in February, the world has cultivated the truth, and the three Qingguan have been destroyed, and the Sanqingguan seems to have gone to all the information.

Yuantong looked up in surprise: "I hope there is nothing wrong with the poor monk's induction..."

One step, two steps...

When he reached the halfway point of the mountain, Yuantong stopped: "Huijing, you go up again..."

Hui Jing didn't know why, he walked quickly up the mountain, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the corner, his eyes opened, and his face was full of loneliness: "Perhaps, we're late..."

"Uncle Shi..."

Seeing the skin like the dead tree bark, full of lost uncles and ancestors, Huijing was startled. Shi Shuzu has always been in the ancient well, and when he visits the ancient temple, there is rarely anything that can affect the mood of Shi Shuzu...

But now, Shi Shuzu is like a child who has lost his favorite toy, and his face is full of loss... This kind of look, placed in Songshan, should have many people feel incredible...

Hui Jing was surprised and a little confused.

He didn't know why Uncle Shi was so lost, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi, the Taoist friends of Sanqingguan, you are really lazy... It's all deserted, and I don't sweep, weed, or cultivate the way..."

Maybe she had realized something at this time, and Hui Jing smiled, a little nervous.

"Huijing, do you also see it?"

Yuantong was a little depressed, and it seemed that he had suddenly aged a few years.

"Uncle Shi..."

Hui Jing was a little unbearable, and barely squeezed out a smile: "Just now, the disciple also saw a streamer falling on Sanqingguan..."

"That doesn't mean anything..."Yuantong raised his head, looked up at the top of the mountain, and looked at the top of the mountain from this angle, and couldn't see anything: "In ancient times, there were immortal cultivators who pulled out the house and flew up, and the poor monks didn't believe it before, but now they believe it." Zhang Zhenren has vast magical powers, and the Tao is mysterious. The cultivation of truth in the world is more or less like an immortal god, you and I have been taught, but in the end, when I came to Sanqingguan, I disappeared for no reason and never appeared again. Being able to resist the cultivation of the entire world with the power of one person, this kind of ability, only immortals can do it... Zhang Zhenren may have been a god, passing by here and staying here for a short time. Now, if you pull out the house and fly up, the cultivation world will ...... in the future."

In the future, in the cultivation world, there will be no such opportunity...

In the past, when Sanqingguan preached, Yuantong never took it seriously, and even had no interest in coming to listen to the sermon. In his opinion, several times he listened to the sermon, but no one was able to enter the Tao. Sanqingguan preached, rumors from the outside world, maybe it was false...

It wasn't until the world cultivated Zhenqi to the island in the middle of the lake that Yuantong understood...

In the island in the middle of the lake, there are great supernatural powers!

Now that Zhang Daoran is leaving, will there be a chance to listen to the Tao in the future?

What's more...

Now Buddhism is in trouble...

"Uncle Shi, haven't you recently realized the opportunity to enter the Dao?"

Hui Jing was a little puzzled: "You were originally in retreat, you have been cultivating for decades, and you are about to succeed, why do you want to give up? There are so many senior brothers in Songshan, which one is not famous in the cultivation world?"

"Initiation?"

Yuantong shook his head, his face full of bitterness: "How can it be so easy... After decades of cultivation, the poor monk is still far behind..."

"And..."

Yuantong frowned: "Huijing, you are prejudiced against the island in the middle of the lake, and the poor monk is still clear about this." It's nothing more than a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism... Not to mention that a fairy-like character like Zhang Zhenren will not pay attention to the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, and only seek enlightenment and immortality, regardless of Hongchen. What's more, the reason for the cultivators, Songshan's reputation..."

Think about that period of time and recently, after the disappearance of the cultivators, how many people who had been bullied by the cultivators gathered in Songshan, and the pure land of Buddhism became a vegetable market......

"After all, we are Buddhism, even if Zhang Zhenren is still here, how can he help my Buddhism?"

Hui Jing was a little resentful and a little helpless: "In fact, when the ancient cultivators came to the earth, there were some masters who did have different paths of cultivation, but there were still many people who were advanced in Buddhism. If I had been able to stay longer... Alas, the fate of Buddhism was completely destroyed in the Sanqingguan..."

"Huijing, you shouldn't say these things..."

Yuantong didn't know what came to mind, so he didn't continue the topic, but asked, "You just got to the corner, what did you feel?"

Hui Jing was a little dazed, and then her face changed: "No formation?"

Yuantong's face was a little unsightly: "It is said that the formation of the island in the middle of the lake is isolated, and you can't enter unless you have a fate... Thousands of people climb the mountain, and it is already a fluke to have a fate. How many seekers are isolated by a formation. In fact, from the beginning, the poor monk was very strange, the fisherman benefactor, had already said that a few months ago, he could not enter within a kilometer radius of the island in the middle of the lake, but now he can enter at will... It's just that I'm afraid of disturbing Zhang Zhenren's Qingxiu, there's nothing to do, no one goes up the mountain..."

"Now..."

Yuantong's eyes were a little uncertain, even a little difficult to accept, and he said in a low tone: "If you and I are not destined to do so, then I am afraid that the formation on the island in the middle of the lake has also been removed." Huijing, under what circumstances, as a land, all defensive measures will be removed?"

Hui Jing's face also changed, his pupils shrank slightly, but then, a smile appeared on his face. He is not stupid, although the cultivation time is not as good as Yuantong, but he often treats people and things, and at this time he already has a spirit dragon heart: "Disciple understands!"