Chapter 697: Kunpeng Language
Kunpeng is silent, which can be called the law of death in the Northern Underworld.
The lifelong pursuit of every Taoist is to make Kunpeng speakβthe Kunpeng language is the ultimate avenue in the world.
Those who listen to Kunpeng will be like Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, and get the supreme avenue, but who can make Kunpeng speak?
The Northern Immortal Daoists have lived here for thousands of years, how can anyone ever make Kunpeng speak? How can outsiders do that?
Therefore, Ye Fan said that he could make Kunpeng speak, which was simply whimsical.
"You are really presumptuous, I serve the Taoist clan and never kill, but if you are so rude, don't care if I am a Taoist and you are welcome!" The strong and feminine man scolded.
Ye Fan's words offended the people of the Daoist and also offended Kunpeng, it seemed that Kunpeng was like an ordinary creature, the kind that would speak when he touched it.
"You'll know in two days if I'm presumptuous, why don't you let me try?" Ye Fan smiled lightly, remaining polite, but also proud.
The strong man was on fire, and at this time, more and more people gathered together, and the common people also came to watch and chatter.
They are all curious about outsiders.
"How? Strong girls, don't you dare to let my cub try? Are you cowardly? "Kill Zi is timely and excited, she actually doesn't know where Ye Fan got the confidence, but now she must support Ye Fan unconditionally.
The big man was even more angry, he was called a strong girl by Kill Zi.
Seeing that he was about to go crazy, a respected old man suddenly stepped forward from behind. He wears a white robe and has a big beard, a bit like a magician.
Everyone called him the village chief.
The strong girls also regained their anger and complained angrily: "Village chief, these two outsiders broke into the North Underworld and wanted to participate in the sacrifice, and they also said that they could make Kunpeng speak, which is simply too presumptuous!" β
The village chief signaled to be calm, and he looked at Ye Fan: "How do you make Kunpeng speak?" β
"Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou." Ye Fan said a word.
Everyone was stunned, and the village chief touched his beard and nodded: "You seem to have a deeper understanding of the getaway, the Taoist has been seeking the Tao for thousands of years, but the concept is deeply rooted, so it's okay for you to try." β
The village chief actually recognized Ye Fan.
Everyone was very surprised, and the strong girls were even more dissatisfied: "Village chief, how can you be like this?" He offended Kun! β
"Don't be angry, every Taoist has their own unique opinions." The village chief waved his hand and motioned for everyone to disperse.
The strong girls had no choice but to let Ye Fan go.
Soon, everyone dispersed, and no one greeted Ye Fan and Lu Zi.
But they don't care, the four seas are their home, and they sleep wherever they go.
The two walked all over the village, just like a tour, and then sat and waited for Kunpeng to offer sacrifices.
The village is also lively, and the Kunpeng Festival is a big festival once every three years, and every resident has to sacrifice food to serve the Kun.
The so-called food is actually the Tao.
For example, a steamed bun looks like a steamed bun, but it is essentially Daoqi, and the people salvaged Daoqi in the sea and made it into a bun.
I have to say that the inhabitants of the Northern Underworld are very peculiar, and they have become a race that relies on Dao Qi to survive.
Finally, the Kunpeng sacrifice arrived.
Early in the morning, all the inhabitants entered the wooden tower, occupying positions layer by layer, as if they were about to enlighten the heavens.
Ye Fan and Lu Zi were arranged by the village chief to the highest level, just at Chaotiankou, where they stopped, and they looked up to the sky.
A group of Daoists such as Zhuang Niang are also here, they have changed into new clothes, and they will try to make Kunpeng open his mouth today.
"Hey, are you really sure you can let Kunpeng speak? I don't want to be ashamed. Lu Zi poked Ye Fan, she is not spicy now.
Ye Fan nodded calmly: "There are ten thousand ways in the world, as long as you figure it out, it's simple, everything here is the way, and it's all in my control." β
"Pretending to be forced, I can't understand it!" Lu Zi complained, Ye Fan coughed: "It's me who is a thief, you wait." β
By this time, the food had been delivered, to the mouth of the sky, and placed on the altar.
The altar was made in the shape of a palanquin, carried by several devotees, with steps for kneeling and a stove for lighting incense.
The chief of the village went up first, he lit the incense, knelt and chanted the words, and when he had finished muttering, all the inhabitants of the West sounded the horn.
The sound of the horn was desolate and atmospheric, as if it came from ancient times, and for a while Ye Fan and Lu Zi were shocked.
The sound of the horn was endless, and the whole North Hells was echoing.
In the distant sky, the call of Kun also sounded, and Kun responded.
After a while, a huge kun swam in from a distance. It swung its big tail like a fan and swam from high in the air, breaking through the fog.
The devotees hurriedly went up to the altar and held the food high to serve the kun.
The kun ate it in one bite and did not swim away immediately, but wandered around the neighborhood to express its gratitude.
This kind of festival is quite shocking, a Taishan-like kun is swimming ten meters away from Ye Fan, and its breathing can be heard clearly.
Beautiful and great.
This is the Word.
"Kun, please tell me where the Tao is." At this time, the strong ladies who had finished serving reached out and stroked Kun's chin.
He was so small compared to Kun, but Kun still let him pet him.
Kun doesn't go, but he doesn't talk either.
In the end, the strong girls gave up and withdrew their hands. The kun swam away, and more kun appeared.
Head after head, swimming out of the thick fog, to receive food from the Northern Underworld.
In the wooden tower, tens of thousands of people from the Northern Underworld successively transported food to feed the kun.
The strong girls asked Kun again and again, but none of them spoke.
Lu Zi couldn't stand it anymore, she felt that the strong girls were really miserable.
"Ye Fan, if you make a move, the Kun is going to run out." Kill purple poke Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was silent, and stepped onto the altar in one step.
He suddenly walked up, causing a little commotion among the Northern Underworld, afraid that he would disturb Kun.
The strong girls whispered: "Go down, the village chief is joking with you." β
"Go down, I see your hand is going to be broken, I'll touch it." Ye Fan lifted the food.
A giant kun swam over and ate Ye Fan's food.
It swam beside Ye Fan, and because the altar was too small, many Kun were colliding, and the scene was rather chaotic.
Ye Fan simply left the altar and floated in the air, touching Kun's head with his hand.
One Kun and one man were far away from the altar and rose and fell in the sky.
The people of the Northern Hell were stunned when they saw this, and even the village chief changed his face.
"People from the outside world are crazy, how can they leave the altar, Kun is an altar of recognition, not a person of recognition!"
"Come back, the Kun will eat you!"
Many people shouted, and the strong girls couldn't help but worry, why are outsiders so stupid?
However, there is no.
Ye Fan left the altar just to make room. He even stared at Kun.
"Kun, tell me, where is the Tao." Ye Fan spoke, and his voice was clear and audible.
The Northern Underworld quieted down and looked at Ye Fan closely.
The kun that Ye Fan stroked swung its tail and flew around Ye Fan, but did not speak.
"You fool, come back quickly." The strong girls screamed, and Ye Fan looked stupid.
Ye Fan still didn't go back, his body and mind were ethereal, and he was incarnated as a Tao.
It's not the Three Thousand Avenue, it's the Easy Road.
The Tao of Freedom is a "technique" that every Taoist will know, and it is the Tao handed down by Zhuangzi.
When the Northern Underworld saw Ye Fanhua Dao, he had a headache when he saw the blue light on his body: "What a fool, there are Dao everywhere here, will Kun still take a special fancy to your Dao?" β
Indeed, the kun already wanted to leave.
But the next moment, it suddenly became quiet and looked at Ye Fan quietly.
Ye Fan was completely relaxed, he was not thinking about Xiaoyao Dao at the moment, but thinking about butterflies.
Everyone says that Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, but they don't know that butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou.
In essence, people refuse to forget themselves and firmly believe that they are Zhuang Zhou, not butterflies.
But actually, butterflies think so too.
Ye Fan doesn't think so, I am Zhuang Zhou, and I am also a butterfly.
Ye Fan completely turned into a cyan Dao, and from a distance, he seemed to be a spread of seawater, floating in the air, nourishing Kun.
The Northern Underworld was stunned, what kind of way is this?
"Kun, tell me, where is the Dao?" Ye Fan spoke again.
Kun raised his head and screamed, and the sound was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, shaking the northern underworld.
All the kun chirped in unison.
Everyone was shocked, and the village chief's face turned red: "Kunpeng is speaking, Kunpeng is speaking!" β
A sound of Kunpeng words poured into Ye Fan's ears, and he traveled all over the world, feeling that he was completely integrated with the Northern Underworld.
The huge North Underworld is its own Danhai, and Kun is the Yuanying.
Ye Fan's body trembled, and he saw Kun with water hitting three thousand miles, and Peng soaring to ninety thousand miles.
It is not as good as this for people to be free.
At this moment, Ye Fan's Dao reached the realm.
When he came back to his senses, the Kun had disappeared, and in the quiet North Hell, only the people on the wooden tower were looking at themselves stupidly. ()
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