The extreme cold in the north, the scorching heat in the west, the warm spring in the east, the humidity in the south, the impermanence of the four seasons in the middle, the change of solar terms never seems to be there, the mainland has not changed for thousands of years, even those monks who go against the sky are helpless against this force of nature, maybe what can be changed is only the human heart, just the pattern, that's all.

At this moment, located in the south, the expansion of the land gradually formed the trend of the dynasty in the Zhang Kingdom, in the main city, in a mansion surrounded by mountains and rivers, there are two people sitting in the red sandalwood as the bottom, jade as the face of the extremely exquisite square table in front of the soft talk and drink tea, so leisurely, fast.

I saw that the person with his back to the east and the west was Zhang Guozhi, who was arrogant and his mood was improved by breaking the Western Qi country, and he was still a big man, and his palm was holding a delicate teacup and drinking it all in one go.

To tell you the truth, I haven't been in my stomach for a hundred years, and now I am really not used to it, Zhang Mang drank the tea in the cup and smiled heartily, slightly fiddling with the teacup in his hand like a rare object, looking at the opposite side and speaking.

As far as the eye could see, it was just the opposite of Zhang Mang's back to the west and east, and there was only a vague figure around his body, as if he was shrouded in a layer of inexplicable water vapor, which made people look like seeing flowers in the fog, which was unrealistic.

The fuzzy figure did not make a sound immediately, but slowly raised the teacup on the table, soothed it and placed it on the lips that the same vague others could only vaguely distinguish, and carefully tasted the first astringency and then the fragrance, the aftertaste was endless, everything was so calm and elegant, flowing smoothly.

Then he slowly spoke: the monk has many envies that ordinary people cannot get, but which monk was not a layman before he set foot on the meditation?

In my opinion, what is the cultivation of cultivation? In my opinion, there is only the word "cultivation of the heart" in the end, cultivating the heart and cultivating the heart, cultivating an ordinary heart, returning to the beginning, just like a wanderer returning to his hometown, returning to the basics, and the sky is great. Ground Big.. People are also big......

From the beginning of my self-cultivation to this time, I have never forgotten three meals a day, Zhang Guozhu, this may also be your realm, the root of stagnation.

The long sound came from the mouth of the vague figure, and the sound was so hazy that it was impossible to distinguish between men and women, although this kind of rhetoric felt a bit nonsense, but it was so, as if someone had opened his mouth from the water, so unreal, and the aftermath was endless.

Zhang Mang laughed heartily when he heard this: It seems that listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years, it is true, Murong Guozhu has benefited greatly from Zhang's cultivation insights, and at this time, this biao man glanced at his vague voice and said: It seems that the mirror of Murong Guozhu Hua Shuiyue has reached a higher level, and Zhang is here to congratulate the country.

Then this veritable man reached out and touched his head and said with a smile: Before I met the lord of Murong Country, how could I have thought that there was such a rare Taoist meaning between heaven and earth, it was really eye-opening.

Zhang Guozhu was too modest, and a hazy voice came out of the blurred figure again, echoing it.

Zhang Mang restrained his hippie smile, and suddenly said seriously: Now that the lord of Murong has come to our country in person, is it the best time to send troops to Beiji and Dongli?

What is Zhang Guozhu's national strength now? The vague figure did not answer the rhetorical question, and a voice came out.

This sudden question obviously stunned this great man, who was about to ask, but seemed to suddenly think of something, and after a few breaths, he replied: After breaking the Western Qi, the monk army has reached more than one million.

After saying for a long time, the vague figure did not respond, Zhang Mang was a little restless in his heart, and after hesitating for a moment, he cautiously spoke: I don't know the lord of Murong Country... What do you mean?

Zhang Guozhu will temporarily collect your dynasty's heart, and from now on, he will order your million "male lions" to take a drop of essence blood every day.

At the same time, in this drop of essence blood, except for you, all those who enter the Tao need to inject a touch of Dao meaning and divine consciousness into it, and those who have enlightened the Tao enter a touch of Dao meaning, if the spiritual platform has found the Dao mark in their heart, they will enter the sense of Dao mark, if there is no Dao mark, they will be injected with half of the spiritual power, and the sublimated person will be injected with a body of spiritual power, and the one who has entered the spirit will be injected with one body of spiritual power.

And in the process, you need to have no distractions, and you must be pious and willing, and you must not complain at all.

A hazy voice slowly came out from the vague figure, word by word, soothing and long, as if it were gushing.

At the same time, there is still thunder in the words, enough to shock the world, Zhang Mang gradually turned from the clouds and fog at the beginning to the sweat behind his back, his heart was pounding, and he said in fear: Murong... Lord of the Nation, this.. This is?

Zhang Guozhu didn't understand? or ?... A hazy voice came out of the question.

Zhang Mang paused for a moment, did not speak immediately, but frowned and thought for a long time, then looked at the blurred figure opposite and said slowly: Zhang is afraid that this matter is......

I'm afraid that there will be no words after that, but as long as you are not stupid, you will understand the deep meaning.

It seems that Zhang Guozhu really didn't understand, what I said just now is not that I need you to do this, but that I ask you to do this, and the hazy voice immediately echoed in bursts.

At the same time, Zhang Mang, who was speculating in his heart, only felt that the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and then his body seemed to be deep in a hundred zhang waterhole for some reason, everything was too fast, lightning and flint, in a trance, Zhang Mang was stunned for a moment, and he did not return to his senses for a long time.

However, it would be fine if it was just like this, but in the next moment, this great man seemed to have lost his soul, and his eyes widened, just because he was trapped in a pool, he could no longer breathe......

Those who enter the cultivation of the realm, with the cultivation of the realm are getting longer and longer, and they are not afraid of some things that ordinary people think of that they dare not think of.

And at this moment, a strong man who has entered the realm of the Dao cannot breathe in a waterhole that I don't know if it's an illusion or a real one, and when this matter came out, Mo talked about the uproar, and no one even believed it.

Zhang Mang wanted to speak, but every time he opened his mouth, he felt that there was an endless stream of water pouring into his chest, making it like a mortal who was about to drown, and it was miserable.

However, when his vision became darker and darker, and it seemed that he was going to "say goodbye" in the next moment, his suffocating feeling suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, the scene around Zhang Mang changed again, and he felt that it was very different from the suffocation he had just suffocated, but the burning sensation of pain on his body swept over.

Zhang Mang's body trembled suddenly, and his limbs seemed to be restrained by iron chains at some point, and he couldn't move the slightest.

Then dark red magma gushed out in the billowing black smoke, and pressed down on the surrounding layers in a huge roar like lightning and thunder, and Zhang Mang suddenly felt like a heartbreak.

Because he felt a wave of qi that shouldn't have been, burning enough to melt his skin, just as he seemed to be suffocating in the water tank before......

Zhang Mang trembled in horror and shouted: Lord Murong ..... Men... Be merciful, Zhang knows his mistake!

The exclamation was heard in an instant, and everything vanished.

No more pools, no more lava, no more suffocation, no more burning pain.

Still in the mansion surrounded by mountains, Zhang Mang was frightened, gasping for breath, and sweating from his head kept dripping, illusion?

Mirror flowers, good mirrors.