When Mu Ziliang returned to his room, Nanshan Dao had completely woken up from the night, and those cultivators had already gotten up early to start welcoming the new day.

But after experiencing the strange things last night, Mu Ziliang felt unusually sleepy at this time.

When he returned to his residence, he pushed the door and lay down on his bed and began to sleep.

Because there are usually few people from Nanshan Gate who will look for him, and there are many elders in the door, plus Senior Brother Guan Mo presides over everything on behalf of Master Shiyin, and he is also idle when he is a half-hung uncle.

By the time he reopened his eyes, it was already noon, and the sun shone through the window into the room, making it a little more calm at dusk.

only felt a feeling of hunger hit his heart, and Mu Ziliang realized that he had not eaten a drop of water since yesterday afternoon.

He shook his head, seeing that it was already past the time to eat, he could only go to the kitchen to find something to eat, fortunately, a few disciples in the kitchen knew that they were Guan Mo's junior disciples, and they had to shout when they saw themselves on weekdays, at least on the surface, they also respected themselves.

But in the end, Mu Ziliang only found a few steamed buns that were already cold, scooped a bowl of water, and after eating in a hurry, he suddenly remembered something, and patted his head vigorously, he almost forgot that today was the day of Nanshan's preaching.

"How did I forget this stubble!"

Seeing that it was not early, Mu Ziliang gritted his teeth again and quickly ran out of the kitchen on Nanshan Road.

There is a rule in Nanshan Dao that every fifteen months, the door will preside over a preaching event, and all Nanshan Gate people will be taught the introductory mental method of Nanshan Dao "Purple Cloud Technique" when they worship Nanshan Dao.

This technique is the foundation of the practice of the Nanshan people, and it is derived from the Nanshan predecessors from the Nanshan inheritance "Purple Cloud Sutra".

Although the Purple Cloud Technique only simplifies many things in the "Purple Cloud Sutra", it is always difficult for ordinary Nanshan disciples to understand the truth.

In the words of the elders in the sect, it all depends on whether the disciple has the spiritual root of cultivation.

But even if a person is smart, in the face of the obscure and profound part, he is often discouraged, the so-called hearing the Tao has a sequence, at this time, if you have the guidance of the elders of the seniors, it would be better.

Therefore, the monthly preaching event is a grand event that should not be missed for every disciple of Nanshan Dao.

And this time, the teacher of the sermon turned out to be Guan Mo, the master of the Nanshan Dao, which is even more rare, and it makes the heart moved.

Perhaps because he was often by the side of Senior Brother Guan Mo, Mu Ziliang gradually began to understand the meaning of the titles Guan Mo and Guru in the entire Nanshan Dao, but the more this was the case, the more anxious his heart became.

Over the years, although Senior Brother Guan Mo has taught on behalf of his master, he always feels that there is always something missing between him and Shiyin, and Mu Ziliang always has an inexplicable awe in his heart every time he sees Guan Mo, and he is a little less close and easy-going.

Along the way, Mu Ziliang didn't meet other Tsing Yi people, and it is not difficult to guess that everyone has probably gone to the teaching place of Nanshan Road early, and there are few people like him.

After a long time, when Mu Ziliang arrived, the preaching ceremony had already begun for a long time, and on the Taoist square, all the disciples sat cross-legged, quietly listening to the elder's sermon.

At this time, at the front of all the people who heard it, several elders who were highly respected in the Nanshan Road also appeared, and some of them may have been the teachers of the sermons in the past, but this time, they also became the hearrs.

As a guru, Guan Mo definitely has an unshakable position in the hearts of everyone in Nanshan Dao, except for the real Master Shiyin, the master of Nanshan Dao, and it has been nearly a year since he last preached!

Mu Ziliang cautiously came behind all the disciples in Tsing Yi, no one noticed him, and he didn't want to be seen by others, after all, he was the only one who would miss out on such an important occasion.

So he found a corner of the crowd and sat down cross-legged, he was still a teenager, and his body was thin, and the whole person was even more blocked.

Mu Ziliang, who had just entered, didn't know that the sermon meeting at this time seemed to have reached a critical moment, everyone was bowing their heads and pondering, even the old men at the front had a thoughtful look on their faces, as if they couldn't figure out what kind of problem they couldn't solve.

Looking at the entire dojo, only Guan Mo, who was the guru at the front of everyone, still looked calm.

"Ziliang ......"

Just when Mu Ziliang was secretly glad that no one had found him, suddenly a familiar voice sounded that made him stunned, and when this voice sounded, almost in that instant, everyone's contemplation was broken, and everyone also looked towards the direction where Mu Ziliang was.

"Division...... Senior Brother ......"

Suddenly being gathered by the eyes of so many people, Mu Ziliang suddenly fell into an ice cellar, and had to reply stiffly, he didn't expect that so many people had already ignored him, but he didn't avoid the eyes of Senior Brother Guan Mo.

"What is the Tao?"

Just when Mu Ziliang lowered his head and tried his best to avoid everyone's eyes in his own way, Guan Mo's voice came from his ears again.

He was startled, and then looked up at his senior brother at Shangshi Guan Mo, and at this time, everyone's eyes were still looking at him, including the elders who often met in the Nanshan Dao, who also squinted at him.

"Dao...... What is the Tao?"

Mu Ziliang muttered, but when his gaze met that of Senior Brother Guanmo, he suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, Senior Brother Guanmo always seemed to be kind and kind, which was very similar to Master Shiyin.

But in Mu Ziliang's eyes at this time, when Senior Brother Guan Mo suddenly asked him this strange question, Master Guan Mo's expression seemed to change a little.

"Division...... Brother...... What is the Tao?"

Without answering the rhetorical question, it is enough to see that Mu Ziliang at this time is indeed a little confused.

When everyone looked at him, especially those Nanshan disciples with whom he had often interacted in the past, they stared at him intently, as if they wanted to get an answer from him.

But soon someone shook their heads, as if they were a little disappointed with Mu Ziliang's appearance.

After all, he Mu Ziliang is the second disciple of Master Shiyin, and he is the junior disciple of Master Guan Mo, and they still have to say a little uncle in front of him, but no one thought that Mu Ziliang's answer was like this!

There was still that eerie silence in this dojo, and his answer was beyond everyone's expectations, and the old men in the Nanshan Dao were shaking their heads silently.

Maybe after so many years, they can also see that this Mu Ziliang is not different at all, and why he was able to become a disciple of Master Shiyin, who has been trained for many years, has become a question in everyone's hearts, and some people may even have begun to despise it in their hearts.

At this time, Mu Ziliang observed everyone's expressions a little timidly, today may be the first time since he came to Nanshan Dao that he felt a feeling of even shame, because he didn't know what the "Dao" that Senior Brother Guan Mo asked him was, but the stupidest thing was that rhetorical question.

Seeing that Mu Ziliang didn't continue to speak at this moment, he only remembered that the sermon that day had already ended when he asked Senior Brother Guan Mo "What is the Tao".

For this sermon, which had been longed for a year by the elders and disciples of the entire Nanshan Dao, it was broken in such a way by a person who was late, and it ended early because of him.

Guan Mo was noncommittal about Mu Ziliang's reaction, he just got up and looked at everyone present, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment as a teacher.

No one knows that ten years ago, when Master Shiyin asked his disciples what the Tao was, he was also listening and thinking, what is the Tao, but what he was thinking about was what was the Tao of Nanshan?