Between the kiosks, the atmosphere is heavy. The old man surnamed Mei had a look of horror on his face, this was the first time he had heard about this from the old man's mouth, and he was a little difficult to accept for a while.

Although there are also various problems, and some social contradictions are also more acute, but going back decades and hundreds of years, it can undoubtedly be regarded as the peace of the country.

However, he learned from the mouths of these two rare masters in the Xuanmen that there would be a humanitarian catastrophe soon, so he was not surprised.

I have been friends with the old Taoist priest Xu Xinyou for decades, and I know him very well. Although this old guy is only a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, he is not the top in the entire Xuanmen, and he is not as good as Guo Daozhen, the old master of Baiyun Temple in Jinghua City, and he is not as good as Zhang Yuzheng, the little heavenly master of Longhu Mountain's Heavenly Master Mansion.

But it can be regarded as a leader in the Xuanmen. Especially in divination, it is even more superb, with unpredictable opportunities. The old man surnamed Mei is quite clear and agrees with this.

And the young man in front of him with a handsome appearance and a dusty temperament is the only master of the Yuanying Realm in Taoism today, and he is also the reincarnation of the disciple of the famous Tiantai Mountain Daoyin Zhenren thousands of years ago.

Now, hearing this shocking statement from their mouths, the old man surnamed Mei can't help but be shocked in his heart.

"Brother Xu, Mo Daoyou, is there a way to resolve it?"

After the astonishment, the elegant and indifferent old man quickly regained his composure and asked the most urgent and direct questions.

The old Taoist priest Xu Xinyou sighed: "Brother Mei, my Taoism is shallow, but I can't do anything. ”

"Namo Daoyou"

"At this time, I can only wait and see what it has changed, this is a heavenly opportunity, it is difficult to measure, that is, at that time, my ancestor Pan Zhenren was still eaten by the Heavenly Dao, not to mention us." Murphy whispered.

Looking at the dense bamboo forest outside the small pavilion, the flowing water is murmuring, passing around the stream, sometimes there are colorful butterflies fluttering, and kingfishers are singing. The mood that had been a little depressed suddenly became calm.

Nature is so magical, when you look at the silence, all kinds of irritability in your heart will be washed away by the long-lasting charm contained in nature, and spontaneously give birth to dilution and ethereal.

Mo Fei, who was silently distracted, couldn't help but smile a little. This smile is like the warm sun of three springs, and the originally slightly depressed atmosphere in the pavilion suddenly dissipates in this smile, like snow under the scorching sun, leaving no trace.

The two little boys who were waiting for everyone on the side breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, the two of them were frightened by the heavy atmosphere in the small pavilion, and stood quietly aside, not daring to make the slightest movement.

At this moment, this atmosphere of urgency disappeared before it relaxed. Before I knew it, my back was already soaked with sweat.

The old Taoist priest Xu Xinyou was the least affected person in the pavilion. After all, as a foundation building monk, his Dao heart is firm and unshakable. But all those who embark on the path of immortality and have achieved success in cultivation all have great perseverance, great perseverance, and great courage, and naturally they will not be easily intimidated by the momentum of others.

However, even so, it is also to keep to the heart, which can withstand the suppressed feeling caused by Mo Fei's momentary emotional outpouring, and will not be swayed by his emotions.

Others don't understand the subtlety, but the old Taoist, as one of the few foundation-building monks in the Xuanmen today, knows the power of it, if he doesn't have a certain understanding of the rules of heaven and the luck, he will definitely not reach this level.

For a moment, I was amazed in my heart, and it was indeed the reincarnation of a powerful person from my predecessors, which was far from being comparable to ordinary monks.

From the mountains and forests, Mo Fei felt the ethereal silence, the eternal beauty of nature. In this fresh, tranquil and vibrant natural landscape, I feel the endless joy of life, and a little of my own spirit blends with it, sublimating to the realm of emptiness and no stagnation.

The beauty of nature and the beauty of the state of mind are completely integrated, and for a while, the distance is blurred, the smoke and clouds change, and the heart of the Tao is more and more firm, pure and dust-free. The divine consciousness seems to have become more pure, full, and condensed, and there is a faint tendency to transform into the primordial spirit.

This is Mo Fei from the clear scenery, comprehend a little bit of nature, once an epiphany, is the sea and the sky, since then, this world in Mo Fei's eyes is completely different from just now, more vivid and vivid.

The original depression and boredom in the heart were all dissolved by the natural ethereal energy, and the heart was clear, and the feelings were born by quietly observing the mountains and rivers, and the Taoist heart was born, which was the only way to realize this. The heart and the Tao are combined, and a leisurely Taoist rhyme slowly spreads out and spreads all over the small pavilion.

At this time, whether it is the old Taoist priest Xu Xinyou, or the old man surnamed Mei, or the two little Taoist children standing on the side, they are all pure in body and mind, empty in mind, immersed in this subtle and profound Taoist rhyme.

The leisurely Taoist heart without fiber dust is integrated into the natural tranquility of all the silence, and in the front yard of the Sanqing Palace, the melodious sound of the bell chime shows the movement in the stillness, conveying the ethereal charm of vitality far away.

In the bamboo forest, three handsome children play in front of the meandering stream, the water is murmuring, the distance is endless, and the quiet beauty of the deep mountains is more and more apparent.

Bi Tao was fluttering butterflies in front of the stream, and suddenly let out a light sound, turned his head and looked at the small pavilion, and went to see the small pavilion at some point, he was surrounded by a layer of cloud-like mist and mist mountains, hazy, with Bi Tao's way, it was actually impenetrable.

I was puzzled, and I was about to call Qingliu, who was about to tread water in the stream, to see Qingliu raised his index finger and sighed softly: "Senior brother seems to have understood, that cloud and mist is the biochemistry of the power of rules." ”

The three little ones suddenly fell silent and sat quietly on the pebbles in front of the stream, for fear of disturbing Mo Fei's enlightenment. For a while, the whole bamboo forest was silent (to be continued......