"Dao?"

Jiang Xiaobai was taken aback.

It is understandable that the old turtle has gained the Tao, after all, it is an animal that has lived for hundreds of years, has a thinking dimension, and has a brain domain.

Trees, a simple organism made up of ductal fibers, are unimaginable and can become contrived.

This peach wood is only a few decades old, and the aura has only been revived for a few months, how did he suddenly attain the Tao?

Jiang Xiaobai was surprised, and there were more questions in his mind.

Lao Dao was also suspicious, ordinary people need to accumulate for decades to achieve a small success, but as far as he could see, the body of the old peach tree was covered with a little bit of turquoise.

And it can be seen that the old peach tree is swallowing these blue-green aura points around its body, although the movement is very small, but there is nothing to hide under the eyes of the innate heart.

Therefore, he knew that this old peach already had a breathing method.

Surprised in his heart, Lao Dao looked at the peach tree, and his eyebrows showed a thoughtful look.

In the middle of the day, he stretched out his hand and broke a branch in the peach tree.

At the same time, he opened his eyes and felt how the old peach fluctuated.

However, he didn't sense the slightest mental fluctuation coming from the old peach tree.

"This peach tree has not yet developed consciousness, it is not yet enlightened, it has just begun to breathe the aura in the air on its own, but over time, it may independently produce ideology, but everything depends on creation. ”

After some probing, Lao Dao thoughtfully came to such a conclusion.

This conclusion is not an exaggeration.

"Then why is it the case?"

Jiang Xiaobai had another question.

"Stinky boy, you and I are a jack of all trades, you ask it. ”

Lao Dao was also thinking about the reason, and Jiang Xiaobai blew his beard and glared angrily, and pointed to the old peach tree in front of him.

"I only know that the ancient legend says that my father died of exhaustion day by day, and the cane in his hand fell to the ground and turned into a peach forest. Peach wood is a spiritual wood, which can ward off evil spirits, old man, do you say it has anything to do with this?"

Jiang Xiaobai said what he thought in his heart and discussed it with Lao Dao.

"What about the peach grove down the hill?"

The old way stopped Jiang Xiaobai's words with one sentence.

"The peach wood is a spiritual wood, but if something happens, there must be other reasons, the old way I think about it a little now, a little ethereal, but the three thousand ways are recorded, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, and I don't know if it's true. ”

According to legend, during the Southern Song Dynasty, there was a group of people who recited scriptures day and night under a peach tree, or talked about the scriptures and Taoism with Taoist friends under the tree. ”

Lao Dao told a strange tale recorded in the Three Thousand Dao Collections, which had the meaning of consideration.

"The old man means this...."

Jiang Xiaobai was a little stunned, pointed at Lao Tao, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"As the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, this peach tree has been transplanted from your grandfather for decades, and you have been taught exercises by my old friend under this peach tree since you were a child, reciting 3,000 Taoist collections. Your grandfather and I used to talk under the tree from time to time. If this record is true, then this old peach has a law, and there is a saying. ”

Lao Dao's eyes gradually brightened, as if he was happy, and said with a smile.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't speak silently, just looked at the old peach tree thoughtfully.

"The beginning of this great world has shown its creation, and it is really fascinating. ”

Lao Dao laughed loudly, and then turned around and went back to the house in the fog.

...................

Eleven o'clock in the evening, late at night.

On the edge of the west cliff, Jiang Xiaobai worked diligently as usual, sitting cross-legged and cultivating.

At this time, his eyes were closed tightly, his breathing was weak, and he was not practicing the method of breathing, but watching dreams in the Mud Pill Palace.

In the white dream, Jiang Xiaobai was sitting on a chair, like last night, "tasting tea".

With last night's experience, now he can't visualize living things, he can only visualize dead things, and it's not a way to visualize indiscriminately, so it's better to just put his heart in one place and visualize the "tea taste" that failed before.

Step by step, only then can it be steady and steady, and the foundation will be solid, he still understands this.

After about half an hour of dreaming, the tea he visualized gradually tasted like he wanted, and when he was gathering to gather his mind, the white mist around him suddenly moved and tumbled.

He was stunned for a moment, and in the midst of the white qi, a person came in.

It's the old way.

"Old man, you haven't slept yet?"

Jiang Xiaobai saw the old way and subconsciously blurted out.

However, he quickly realized that something was wrong, and his expression was shocked, this was his Mud Pill Palace Consciousness Dream, how could Lao Dao appear here.

"Haha, look at what scared you kid, isn't it a surprise that I appeared here. ”

Lao Dao laughed, flicked his sleeves, and said unceremoniously:

"Boy, I've come in to check your homework, and I'm here to help Lao Dao change the chair out. ”

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Lao Dao in shock and took a closer look.

"Stinky boy, look at it, I don't have any flowers on my face. ”

Lao Dao glared at him.

"The Book of Dao Dreams says that practicing the exercises and going crazy will give birth to illusions, which will confuse the mind at least and destroy the soul at worst. ”

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Lao Dao seriously.

"You are an old way, and you are a demonic obstacle born from your practice?"

Lao Dao smiled dumbly, and his eyes widened.

"I need to make sure, old man, how long has it been since you bathed?"

Jiang Xiaobai's face was flat.

"Say it again, you stinky boy?"

Lao Dao's face turned rare red, he had always been outside the world, and he looked down on life and death, but he actually blushed.

It seems, a little inexplicably "cute"!

"Haha"

Jiang Xiaobai's face instantly couldn't hold back, and he laughed like a teenager.

"You kid, looking for a fight, you have the courage to dare to tease the old man. ”

Lao Dao understood, immediately blew his beard and glared, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Hey, old man, dissipate your anger, who told you to suddenly appear and startle me. ”

Jiang Xiaobai hurriedly waved his hand, squinted and smiled.

has always been an old man who joked and teased him, but today he seized the opportunity, got playful, and teased the old man.

However, he was really taken aback by Lao Dao just now.

As he spoke, he visualized a chair and pulled Lao Dao to sit down.

"Old man, if I weren't too familiar with your temperament, I would really think that I had made a mistake in my practice, my consciousness was unstable, and I had illusions. ”

Jiang Xiaobai sat down, poured Lao Dao a cup of tea he had imagined, and complained a little.

"Also, how did you end up in my conscious dreams?"

He was puzzled.

Lao Dao didn't answer, first took a sip of tea, and then smashed his mouth, "Lao Dao is not used to drinking tea, and the tea you visualize tastes weird, and you can't work at home." ”

"That's the limit of what I can do at the moment. Jiang Xiaobai asked him the question just now.

"The old way has stepped into the innate and can go out of the body, and it is not difficult to enter your Mud Pill Palace when you are defenseless. ”

(The second watch is sent, today's third watch is gone, the talent feels unbearable, and I haven't eaten yet, I owe the next watch first, and I will pay it back!)