An ancient book that looks a little shabby in it, when it appears in the hand, there is a refreshing smell of books, which smells very good.

The cover of the book is written in a small seal "Lingbao Immeasurable Human Superior Wonderful Sutra".

"Lingbao has no measure of people's superior quality scriptures... Is this the "Duren Sutra"?" Li Yun recalled, this scripture is the core classic of the Zhengyi Sect, the author is unknown, and it is annotated by Chen Jingyuan, Li Shaowei, Cheng Xuanying, and Xue Youqi in the Northern Song Dynasty.

This is the original of the "Sutra of Salvation", written by Lingbao Tianzun, the Shangqing High Sage Taishang Daojun, to preach to the world, and it must be recited in accordance with strict rituals. The system said lightly.

Li Yun suddenly realized, it turned out that this "Duren Sutra" was written by one of the three Qings, Lingbao Tianzun, no wonder there is no original author who has been handed down, only the annotations of Taoist powers.

At this time, Li Yun really wanted to open this scripture and read it again, as a Taoist priest, it was definitely a great blessing to be able to recite the original Taoist scriptures, but as the system said, it takes a strict process to read this Sutra of Humans, even within the modern Taoist temple, the recitation of such classics must follow a strict process, not to mention that this is still the original of the Sutra of Salvation.

"I'll go take a shower first..."

Li Yunzhen put the Sutra on the bedside, and then went to the bathroom to start bathing, changing, and incense. Kneeling facing east, incense case sitting west facing east.

Recite the Eight Great Mantras.

Recite the Three Qing Treasures.

After burning incense, continue the incense, and sit cross-legged facing the east.

After the pre-ceremony was completed, the worn-out cover was automatically opened, and the text inside made people feel a little dizzy at a glance.

"Whew..."

Li Yun took a deep breath, his face was solemn, and he began to recite the scriptures.

"In the past, in the blue sky, the blue fell into the empty song, and the big floating Li soil. Received by the beginning of the people, immeasurable quality, the beginning of the heavens, when said to be the scriptures. Ten times around the week, in order to summon the ten directions, the beginning of the seat. The innocent god, the saint and the high-honored, the wonderful real person, the number of martingale, came in the air. ”

Each time a paragraph is recited, the handwriting on the Sutra disappears.

Each time a page is recited, the old book will automatically turn the page.

The colorful golden light was magnificent, and the white mist gushed out from the scriptures, enveloping the entire Taoist temple.

For a time, Sanqingguan was like a fairyland on earth.

...

At the same time, two Taoist priests dressed in blue Taoist robes were climbing Elephant Head Mountain and walking in the direction of Sanqingguan.

"Xuanhui, you... Wait for me, this mountain road is difficult to walk, you are going to be tired of walking so fast. One of the fat Taoist priests with sweaty heads panted.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, Xuanshan, you usually lack exercise, now let you climb the mountain and lose weight, maybe there will be girls who will be blind to you in the future, if you keep going like this, I'm afraid you will be blind." The Taoist known as Xuanhui said with a look of disdain.

"But you... You can't go that fast, slow down, slow down, you know... My body, whirring. Xuanshan really couldn't hold it anymore, and sat on the Yellowstone with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Only the tired know that sometimes a resting place can make people happy to ascend to heaven.

"Hey, the master must be so angry that he jumped up from the grave and punched you twice when he saw your lazy appearance. Xuanhui glanced at Xuanshan and found a place to sit down.

"Don't say it, this broken place is really too high, our Taoist temples in Luofu Mountain are all at the foot of the mountain, and his three Qingguan are actually built on the middle of the mountain, what kind of big tail wolf. Xuanshan complained, and at the same time took out the pu fan he carried with him and began to fan the wind.

Xuan Hui took out the water bag, took a sip of water and said: "This deep mountain Taoist temple is quiet and deep, in fact, I like it a lot, but it's much better than ours, there are tourists everywhere, every day I chatter and buzz non-stop, and when I get up in the morning to brush my teeth, there are fans and boyfriends taking selfies on the side of the road, which is simply humiliating." ”

"If we don't have tourists there, what will we eat, what will we use to promote the Daomen? Now that the Daomen is in decline, what can we do, in order to promote the Daomen, we should be patient and patient." Xuanshan snorted, just kidding, now you can eat and drink spicy food every day, isn't it the blessing of tourists, if there are no tourists, the fat road chief will become a thin road chief.

Xuan Hui shook his head, and he didn't intend to argue with him about these things.

"Promoting Taoism does not have to be in this way, such as these three Qingguan, there are urban legends that are circulating here to pray for God is very effective, and many people believe in Taoism because of this, isn't this promoting my Taoism?"

"Hey, isn't this the reason why Uncle Shi asked us to come, invite this master of the Three Qingguan to go to our Luofu Mountain to participate in our [Three Meetings], and by the way, exchange experiences with this Taoist chief and so on. "Xuanshan Road.

Xuanhui nodded to show that he understood, Sanhui Day is a traditional program of Taoism, in the past, it was the day when the three officials assessed the merits of the Taoist people, and it was initiated from the early Zhengyi, and now, it has become a day for exchanging experiences on Taoism.

Today, it was Luofu Mountain who heard that this little-known small Taoist temple seemed to have spread a little fame, so it was invited to talk about the Tao.

On these three days, the surrounding Taoist temples of all sizes are within the scope of invitation.

"Let's go, fat Daoist, I'm done resting, and I'm a good man again! Let's go, let's go and meet this old view of the deep mountains for a while. Xuanshan stood up, slapping the dust on his buttocks.

Xuan Hui stood up, and the two continued to move forward.

Not long after walking, Xuan Hui noticed that something was wrong, and wondered: "Strange, why is there a white fog here... And why is the bird song so long?"

The mountains are full of white mist, kingfishers are singing in unison, and from time to time there are white cranes flying by, giving people a feeling like a fairyland.

"What's going on? It's noon, where did the white fog come from? And the scene of all kinds of beasts rushing to each other is really not ordinary magic. Xuanhui was a little unsure why, the scorching sun and the foggy day were really a bit surprising, and the scene of kingfishers singing and white cranes flying all made him feel surprised.

Xuanshan also felt a little strange, but he didn't take it to heart, and just said casually: "It's just a coincidence, it should be a climate problem or something." ”

Xuanhui glanced at Xuanshan, where did the climate problem come from in the summer.

Soon the two came to the halfway up the mountain, only a few dozen steps away from the Sanqingguan, and the two faintly heard the sound of chanting the Taoist scriptures.

"Is this the Sutra of Salvation? Is the Lord reciting the Sutra of Salvation? Xuan Hui muttered.

Then I saw a shocking scene in front of me.

"It's... What the hell is this?"

Birds and beasts gather in the mountains, and white cranes hover and chirp.

Flowers are in full bloom, and living beings are stopping!