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In a blink of an eye, Tu Yuan has been in this world for nearly twenty years.

Looking at this snowflake, for some reason, Tu Yuan's memory of the original earth suddenly became clear. In the orphanage where I used to be, when it snowed in winter, it was often the time of the Chinese New Year, and the atmosphere in the orphanage at that time was also the most enthusiastic.

"Boy, go get pen and paper. ”

"What. ”

"As a teacher, I want to write a Taoist couplet today to add some joy. ”

Fan Xuanzi reluctantly went to get a pen and paper and put it on the table in the wooden house, and then returned to the wooden house and squatted on the ground to talk to the ant.

Tu Yuan had recently finally understood a method of communicating with animal spirits, which she had originally learned from Yao Yao, who had a method of communicating with insects.

And Tu Yuan is a step further on this basis, Fan Xuanzi is now practicing, and he can't find any birds and beasts for a while, so he takes the ants on the ground to practice.

Tu Yuan held a brush and was about to write, but stopped, if he wanted to write festive, he could write a lot of them at will, there were too many Spring Festival couplets in his previous life, but he thought in his heart that as a monk, a person who had read so many Taoist books and had a very high ideological realm, he should write more unfathomable and more in line with his identity.

So he had to put the pen down again and paced to see the snow fall.

Over there, Fan Xuanzi dialed the ants that were originally spending the winter, looked back at Tu Yuan standing there and didn't write, and asked curiously, "Master, why don't you write." ”

Tu Yuan ignored her, thinking in his heart that it was all those jerky Taoist scriptures, and if he wanted to rhyme with the atmosphere, there was always a flower and a Bodhi on the earth in his mind. One leaf and one world, or a famous immortal mansion, and the same longevity as the sky.

And yet it all seemed to him. It's those who can use it, not what they want.

Flakes of snow are falling. The Kunyu Mansion not far away is very lively, and there are constantly people visiting him, although Tu Yuan will also have some people here on weekdays, but now on the last day of the year, he is particularly deserted here.

After thinking about it for a while, I really couldn't think of anything, so I wrote: "At the end of the year, count the black ants in front of the disciple's door." At the end of the year, Master Xue Xia thought about Taoism. ”

After writing it, Fan Xuanzi was not allowed to hang it. It's really because it's not a word.

I can't force it, and my heart is already in turmoil.

But when a cultivator is only disturbed, he understands more and more that he is not an immortal, but only a person.

In Tu Yuan's heart, immortal is a realm, not a person.

Is immortality for immortals?

Is the supernatural power for immortals?

Acting chivalrous between heaven and earth, is it for immortals?

Wandering the world, doing it casually, accumulating virtue and doing good is it for immortals?

Get carried away. The world is independent, watching the world change color, I sit alone in the mountains is for the immortals?

When these are all combined. Appearing in a person is an immortal?

In Tu Yuan's view, they are neither, they are just different people, if they are not people, then they are just different beings. Immortals are just the most beautiful image in everyone's heart, and everyone is different due to circumstances, so the things they yearn for in their hearts are also different. Memories that disappear in another world

Tu Yuan didn't want to be an immortal, he just wanted to keep practicing and be strong in this world. Then you go wherever you want. Do whatever you want. There is no need to worry about this scruples, he cultivates at ease, great ease. There are also many people who think the same as Tu Yuan, so some people think that immortals and demons are only in a thought.

In the fourth year on Wansheng Mountain, it was still Tu Yuan and his only apprentice, Fan Xuanzi.

This year, there was a woman in a blue dress who was called an insect demon thousands of miles away, asking people everywhere if they had seen a person named Tu Yuan.

There is another dog-headed half-demon named Inusheng who turns to the world and challenges everywhere, sometimes crazy, sometimes silent and weird.

Tu Yuan recorded all the things he often realized by accident in the book, forming a book called "Shangqing Dongyuan Yuanhua Mantra", and it continued to increase, the early stage was superficial, and the later became more and more profound.

Fan Xuanzi often goes to look through it, and sees that he can't understand the back, and it is foggy.

It was very quiet in the Wanshengshan Library, only a woman in a thick black robe sat there, her face was pale, probably under the thick and solemn black robe, her face looked even whiter.

Tu Yuan came in, she just glanced up, and then lowered her head to read the book again. Tu Yuan came to the row of bookshelves in the old days of the Borneo script.

On the shelves, there are wire-bound paper books, bamboo books, and wood carved books one by one, or bone books, stone books, and iron books. Row by row, the position of the book is constantly changing, because people often read it, and then put it back after reading it.

I searched again, but I didn't find it, and I searched again, but I still didn't find it.

"Who borrowed it?" There are very few cases of borrowing books, because if you want to borrow books in this library, you must be a monk who has lived here for at least fifty years to be eligible, and Tu Yuan has only been here for four years.

The Brahmina script is very secluded, generally not many people read it, the most read is the Nine Shades Script, the Nine Shadows is an extremely chaotic and evil place, where there are all kinds of evil and powerful evil spirits, and demon gods. There are so many beings that people don't know about yet, and there are often powerful humans who go there, some who never return, some who come back covered in wounds, but there are also those who kill some powerful beings and come back, bringing back their corpses, bringing back their words and words.

For human beings, the words in the Nine Shadows are different everywhere, just as there are dialects everywhere in the human world. It's just that compared to humans, the Nine Shadows text has a strange magic, and humans read it like a mantra, and when read in sentences, it is a spell.

Therefore, among the human monks, the most learned is the Nine Whispers.

And the language of a small god like Borneo is something that very few people can learn, and there are not many books on it.

Tu Yuan came to the pale black-robed woman at the entrance of the library.

"Excuse me, has anyone borrowed the Brahmani Script. Tu Yuan asked in a low voice.

The woman raised her eyebrows, her eyebrows were very slender, and if you looked closely, her hair was dark green, and she was as slender as the collarbone under her neck, which was very distinct and white.

The woman did not reply, but turned the thick book in her hand and looked at it, and on the cover was written "The General Interpretation of the Borneo Script" in the common language of mankind.

"This one?" the woman said inquiringly, and Tu Yuan found that her eyes were dark green like her hair. (To be continued)

ps: I'm sorry, there was no update yesterday, and I can't come back after being stuck in the countryside. There are two more chapters today, updated from ten to twelve o'clock.