"In 2018, on the 25th day of the fourth month of the lunar calendar, the three sheep of Huangyang Mountain ......"

"The upper sacrifice of the ancestor of the Three Sheep View Chong Yunzi, the psychic and the true Qinghua real person, the lower sacrifice ......"

In a classical vocal music, the ceremony presided over by the Guan Zhu finally kicked off, and it can be seen that the Taoist priests who presided over the ceremony have hundreds of people, not to mention the people who maintain order, in addition to the Sanyang Temple, there are also many people from other Taoist temples.

The entire Huangyang Mountain was crowded with people, and the temple was full of people who came to watch the ceremony and came to admire the melon-eating crowd, from the mountain to the foot of the mountain, there were people everywhere, and even in the hidden places, they also saw the people of the anomalous affairs investigation team lurking in the crowd, observing the surroundings, expecting what they expected.

At this moment, all the Taoist priests of Sanyangguan were also excited, and in the smoke of incense, everyone knelt on the ground and invited a statue of a god several meters high to the altar of the main hall.

It was a Taoist dressed in white, carrying a long sword behind his back, holding a spirit tree in his hand, looking at the audience indifferently, vividly reproducing the demeanor of the original immortal on the cloud.

Lin Housheng, the master of Sanyang Temple, is now more than sixty years old, and at this age, he has reached the end stage of his life, and the more this time, his desire for Taoist legends and immortals is more intense, especially when he sees the existence of such legends and myths with his own eyes, and appears in his eyes.

Decades of piety, faith, and skepticism intertwined and instantly settled into outright belief.

He looked at the statue of the patriarch on the stage, his face was full of fanaticism, and he knelt on the ground and reverently chanted the name of the patriarch.

The ceremony was held for a total of three days and three nights, and Lin Housheng, the master of the Sanyang Temple, was so old that he knelt down under the statue of the patriarch and prayed sincerely, and even his apprentices and disciples could not insist on such an asceticism, but Lin Housheng insisted on it.

The ancestor worship ceremony of Sanyang Temple, on the first day, there were a sea of people under the mountain, many people stood under the sun for a day, and still did not see any so-called immortal miracles, and most of them dispersed directly the next day.

By the third day, it was scattered and there were few people left.

In the main hall, the red pillar is carved with cloud pattern, the dragon and phoenix are auspicious on the wooden window, and the statue of the ancestor and many immortals and Buddhas are juxtaposed, and even placed in the center.

At night, the green lights were in a trance, and the idol reflected a vague and elongated shadow under the dim light, and Lin Housheng led his disciples to wear gorgeous Taoist robes that were completely different from their usual plain clothes.

Lin Housheng is wearing a French robe, with various Taoist auspicious patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads, the sun, moon and stars, gossip and auspicious clouds set off each other, plus Lin Housheng's crane hair and white long beard, it looks fairy.

But at this moment, the face of the Lord Lin Housheng turned pale, if it weren't for his belief and belief in the ancestor, I am afraid that he would have been unable to hold on to it.

In a trance, the eyes of the master Lin Housheng suddenly rippled, and he only saw the statue of the ancestor in front of him, and the blazing white light illuminated the room white, like a fairyland holy land.

Lin Housheng, the stinging viewer of the light, couldn't open his eyes, and desperately turned his head to cover his eyes.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the heavens spinning, the whole world turning upside down, the heavens and the earth changing color, as if he had fallen from the endless void, and the clouds and the wind passed by him, whirring.

"Ah!" The strong sense of weightlessness frightened Lin Housheng to scream, and even the Dao crown on his head was scattered, and all the gray hair on his head was scattered.

When he reached the bottom, he felt as if something was holding him, and the dizziness made him lose his way, and it took him half a day to get up from the ground.

When he stood up, he looked around, only to see that he was no longer in the Taoist temple at this moment, but in front of a huge immortal mountain palace, the huge palace and the immortal mountain at his feet towered into the clouds, as if floating in the clouds.

In the distance was a vast ocean with no end in sight, and he stood in front of a ladder to heaven, looking up at the pavilion of the fairy palace, the clouds drifted under his feet, the breeze under the cold moon swept his face, everything was so real, when the clouds passed through his body, it seemed to soothe his soul, and the whole soul became pure and transparent.

Shock and surprise welled up on his face, and he trembled his steps, and the whole person walked forward desperately under the constant trembling.

Step by step, he walked up the stairs and walked up to the huge square, looking up at the huge gate in front of the Asgard.

"Qinghua Palace!"

The gates of the Asgard Palace slammed open, and the wind swept through his body, pulling him through the white jade paved square, spinning and flying over the golden and jade halls, across the antique cloisters, and the overlapping painted paper doors swept past him, and finally reached the cliffside behind the palace.

I only saw a tree with white leaves, under the sacred tree full of fairy fruits, two figures sat cross-legged, the fairy fruit exuded spiritual light, just a sniff, I felt the soul fluttering, a spirit baby treasure in the fruit solemnly sat inside, the sacred tree full of fairy fruits, glowing with divine light.

When the cold moon is in the sky, the sword peak immortal mountain.

On the edge of the cliff in the middle of the clouds, two immortals under the fairy tree are playing against each other, the fairy tree exudes spiritual light, like a fluorescent river swirling around it, and the two immortals sit under the tree, as if sitting on the Milky Way.

A silver-haired childish person, wearing a moon-white robe, is exactly what Lin Housheng thinks is the ancestor of the Three Sheep Temple, Chong Yunzi.

One person looks like an eight- or nine-year-old girl, but her face is indifferent and indifferent, cold like a fairy in the clouds, wearing a gorgeous neon dress and feather coat, the clothes are as thin as cicada wings, layer upon layer I don't know how many layers are overlapped together, and there is no wind under the moon.

The two of them just sat there, and their bodies involuntarily exuded a faint light, compared to the mountains and the sea, they were like dazzling stars, dancing with the silver moon.

The inside of the chessboard is black and white, but if you look closely, you feel that the inside is like the Milky Way, and each chess piece falls, like a star swaying and falling.

When Lin Housheng saw Master Zu at this moment, tears of excitement welled up in his eyes, and the green tendons on his neck burst out, as if decades of faith had finally been recognized.

Knelt down in front of the two of them at once: "Disciple Sanyang Guan 72nd generation master Qingyun, commonly known as Lin Housheng, meet Patriarch Chongyunzi!"

But when he raised his head, he only saw that the two of them seemed to ignore him, still playing under the moon, Lin Housheng knelt down again, kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

"Disciple Sanyang Guan 72nd generation master Qingyun, commonly known as Lin Housheng, meet Patriarch Chongyunzi!"

He still didn't get any response, and the two immortals seemed to be intoxicated with the game at the moment, where could they care about the words and desires of a mortal man like him.

Lin Housheng crawled step by step, kneeling step by step, until he lay under the feet of his ancestor Chong Yunzi and lay under the immortal tree.

"Master Zu! Master Zu! The disciple came here with devotion and devoted himself to seeking the Fa!" Lin Housheng took a step forward, the more excited the whole person became, his body trembled like chaff, and his voice trembled hoarsely.

"Please...... Please...... Master Zu reopened the Immortal Gate and guided me to enter the Gate of the Immortal Dao!" Lin Housheng prostrated under the immortal tree, his old tears were crissling, his head kept knocking on the stones under his feet, and his voice sobbed.

"Disciple...... I have been dedicated to the Tao for more than 60 years, entered the Tao at an early age, sincerely pursued the road of eternal life, walked through thousands of mountains and rivers and asked for but could not get it, today I sincerely pray for the patriarch to pass on the Dharma and give me the Dafa of immortality!" Lin Housheng prostrate on the ground and said this sentence, as if the words were bloody, and even saliva continued to splash out from between his teeth.

No matter how he poured out and shouted, Master Zu didn't take his eyes off Yunzi to look at him, that eye contained the stars, the sun and the moon, and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, but it did not contain him.

When he looked up again, he saw that the two immortals under the tree had dispersed with the wind, turning into smoke and disappearing into the air.

The chessboard swirled like a river of stars, devouring all the chess pieces, and finally leaving only three white pieces on it, transforming into three cyan pills.

"Master Zu, Master Zu!" Lin Housheng stood up excitedly, constantly looking forward and backward, left and right, looking for the figure of Master Zu Chong Yunzi, but still did not get any response.

The scene just now was like an illusory dream in his imagination, and with a light poke, it turned into a bubble and disappeared in an instant!

"How can this be!" Lin Housheng shouted at a loss, standing under the immortal tree that exuded the light of the fairy, and said desolately.

It was a long time before he noticed the chessboard.

He gently picked up the three cyan pills left on the chessboard, the pills exuded a faint aura, and they didn't look like pills, but like three beautiful jade.

When he picked up the elixir, he saw a line of vertical words appear on the chessboard, flowing like dew and condensing like clouds.

"The time has not come!"

The sky swirled, the sea of clouds changed color, and in an instant, Lin Housheng opened his eyes, and at this moment he realized that he was still sitting in the hall of Sanyangguan, and everything just now was like an illusory and ethereal dream, which was his fantasy under longing and exhaustion.

It's just that at this moment, he let go of his hand, and he saw that there were three cyan pills in the palm of the old man's hand.