I heard that he was a fellow believer, and the host of the Seven Stars Temple did not slack off, but Sun Yang's request made him blind all of a sudden.

A Taoist priest he had never heard of at all, who had died nearly twenty years earlier, who knew what he had left behind? And who knows if he has taught any apprentices?

Sun Yang is actually sick and rushed to the doctor, and his family actually knew a long time ago that the Seven Stars Temple was presided over by a group of fake Taoist priests who had no magic power, but after all, this rune book came from here, and Sun Yang was full of hope that he could find some clues here.

But the transfer of this rune book has been more than ten years, and the Taoist temple has been renovated several times, becoming more and more magnificent, and the houses of that year have all been demolished. The Taoist priests in the Taoist temple came and went several times, and there were more and more of them, and none of the presiding, superintendents, and the eight deacons knew who Sun Yang was looking for, let alone what he was talking about. In the end, he remembered that an old Taoist priest who had been in the temple for nearly 20 years did have such a person, but he couldn't remember what he left behind and who he had a good relationship with in the Taoist temple.

Sun Yang was very disappointed, but he still donated a large amount of money to the temple, and at the same time told the host that as long as it was related to the old Taoist priest, no matter what it was, he would donate a sum of incense money to the Seven Stars Temple according to the price of the antiques.

These words made the host, the prison and the head of the treasury hurriedly rummage in the warehouse in Guanli for a while, and even the scripture hall turned upside down, but it was a pity that this old Taoist priest did not even leave his Taoist number except for the runic book that had been handed over to Sun Yang.

"If you have any clues, call me this number." Sun Yang said to the host, who thanked him for the incense money he donated, and also promised that he would seriously sort out the things in the view.

"Senior brother, what do you really want to give to him if you find something?" The prison asked reluctantly.

"Are you stupid?" The host replied with hatred of iron. "Of course, take it to an antique store and see if it can be sold for a price, and then think about who to give it to! Do you want me to teach you? ”

Putting aside the chaos of the Seven Stars Temple, Sun Yang went to Nancheng Temple again.

The old Taoist priest who had once been possessed was gone, the tattered gate was haphazardly locked with a copper lock, and the ground was covered with thick fallen leaves and dust, and it looked like no one had been here for a long time.

He walked straight to the ruins behind him, to the stone platform on which he had meditated and found something extraordinary.

The surroundings are very clean, and in such a rare sunny day, the stone platform is shaded by many large trees, which makes people feel just the right amount of comfort, and it seems that they can naturally calm people's minds.

He sat down on the stone platform, and just by settling down slightly, he could feel a steady stream of tiny and warm things gathering from the surroundings, entering his body, mixing with the slowly flowing Qi in his body, and then infusing the sea of qi. It was exactly the same feeling he had at home the previous night, but it was many times stronger.

Sun Yang had no doubt about this, this must be a rare blessed land, which had great benefits for cultivation, the only inconvenience was its distance from the distant mountains.

But Sun Yang didn't come here to look for a suitable place to cultivate, he took out the talisman paper, cinnabar and millipen in his backpack, spread them out on the stone platform, and then closed his eyes, just like last night, he abandoned his eyes, and felt everything here with his heart.

The sound of car horns, bargaining, children's laughter in the bazaar below, the chirping of insects and birds in the mountains, the howling of the mountain wind through the branches, and beyond that, the roar of the machinery in the workshop, he struggled to banish these things from his consciousness, and gently recited the Tao Te Ching.

It's very good......

Each generation of monks had a different understanding of the Tao Te Ching, which was no more than 5,000 words, and a thousand different ways of using it were derived. But Sun Yang had a feeling at the moment, why did he have to try to explain it? Thousands of years ago, the truth in Lao Tzu's 5,000 words can really be interpreted with thinking in different times, different states and different backgrounds, can we really understand the true meaning?

Why can't we give up the distortion of them, and simply appreciate and appreciate the beauty and artistic conception of these words themselves?

In the chanting on the side, those noisy voices disappeared unconsciously, and it seemed that only he was left in heaven and earth.

Unprecedentedly, in such an environment, he suddenly had an unusually sacred feeling.

In front of it should be the Sanqing Palace, behind it may be the Jade Emperor Pavilion, and on both sides, it should be an ear room for Taoist priests to live and cultivate. Closing his eyes and forgetting the ruins in front of him, he seemed to be able to feel the old appearance of Nancheng Temple before it was completely destroyed.

Buildings with carved beams suddenly appeared in his mind, and the breeze gently brushed the pine waves, as if someone was whispering scriptures.

He seemed to be able to meditate, practice, play the harp, or practice the sword, play chess in Panasonic, and discuss the Tao in front of the house not far from him, and he was like one of these people, sitting upright in a quiet room, burning incense and calming his mind, preparing to draw a charm.

He picked up the pen that he had set aside, dipped it in cinnabar just right, and dropped it on the rune paper without pause.

The pen seemed to have a strong suction force suddenly, guiding him to smoothly pour the true qi in his body into the end of the pen and blend it into the faint cinnabar. It didn't seem like he was drawing a talisman, but like pranayama meditation, and the real qi flowed from the end of his pen and poured into his body from the other end of the talisman paper he was holding, like a trickling river, flowing happily, and the seal containing aura and will was engraved on the talisman paper along with the cinnabar.

He still didn't open his eyes, but he could feel every tiny fiber on the paper, the twisting and relaxation of every hair on the pen, and the flow of every drop of cinnabar on the paper.

The cinnabar on the pen just flowed all over the paper at the last stroke, and the true qi in his body also happened to flow all the time on the paper at that moment. I felt like I had never felt distracted, engrossed, all in one go, but more tired than any time I drew a spell. When he put aside the pen, which had become as heavy as a mountain, his mind suddenly emptied, and he almost fell headlong on the stone slab in front of him.

He finally opened his eyes, it was still three o'clock in the afternoon when he put the talisman paper on the stone platform, but now, the surroundings were completely dark, and even the small market under the mountain had no lights, and he looked at his watch, and before he knew it, this talisman that he had drawn countless times had taken more than eight hours!

But the talisman in his eyes was completely different from the ones he had spent twenty minutes drawing before, it faintly glowed with a soft light in the darkness, and just looking at it seemed to dispel the darkness and the coolness of the night.

Closing his eyes again, Sun Yang could clearly feel a faint gravitational force centered around it to attract the energy-filled particles around him, like a miniature version of the Milky Way, slowly rotating.

It worked!

He couldn't help but stand up in surprise, and then he realized that with the place where he was sitting as the center of the circle, the dust on the ground around him had turned into two intertwined yin and yang fish.