The door of consciousness was warm and slightly cool, making Fang Xuan's spirit body in the sea of consciousness feel like he was in the middle of a rain, and he couldn't help but be intoxicated, and Fang Xuan, who had experienced a lot of wind and rain and was a little tired, seemed to have returned to his hometown, that small village in the south.

How many years, I haven't had that sense of tranquility, I vaguely remember that the intention to open my mouth in those years was deeply hidden, but I was satisfied when I saw the green silk flying freely in the afterglow.

In order to make himself have enough ability to be worthy of her, he continued to overcome major archaeological propositions and solved many so-called "unsolved mysteries".

At night, looking at the shadows under the starry sky, playing a serenade of a person, closing his eyes, hoping for a parallel world, the two understood each other's minds after some casual contact, and this underworld plane destroyed everything, everything......

Thinking of this, the calm emotions were no longer suppressed, and sadness and anger kept surging into my heart, "Only by becoming stronger, can the ghosts and gods pay the price." "The will to transform emotions continues to strengthen the Dao heart, and the Dao heart becomes stronger and stronger.

During this period, the door was opened, and with the belief of becoming stronger, Fang Xuan walked into the door.

There is a fresh breath on the face, bringing fragments about the rain, the intersection of the rain in the past, and the ups and downs of the mood that passes by in the rain.

This is a large hall, and what brings that feeling is a plaque with three words written on it: Temple of Rain.

There is not too much decoration in the hall, but it has carved a powerful artistic conception in the simplicity: a kind of broadness that embraces all things, and a kind of mind that moistens all things.

In addition to a plaque, the rest of the hall is some poems. Although it does not have the sense of inclusiveness of the artistic conception of the plaque, it also has its own deep meaning.

The moment he saw the poems, Fang Xuan had a title for those characters in his heart: Taoist poems.

Tao is a kind of law, a kind of law that has not yet been concretized, and Taoist poetry is the embodiment of that kind of concretization, so Taoist poetry can be regarded as a law, but it is more than that.

Poetry is the transfer of people's will into words, so it is the carrier of cultural transmission, and Taoist poetry is also the carrier of disseminating will and artistic conception.

Rubbing a pair of Taoist poems, there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if it was originally engraved in his mind, more of a poignant meaning, a kind of sadness that is very consistent with him at this time.

"The autumn rain on the ancient road is a little cold, and the wind is broken,

The lonely grave has nowhere to talk about desolation, and the widower sighs in the twilight rain. ”

The moment he looked at the poem on the post, he couldn't help but sigh, how could he not be a widower at this moment? If you don't give birth to a Dao heart and understand your goal, how can you not be like a fellow corpse? To whom can you confide in the sorrow and sorrow of your heart?

The mind and the Taoist poems reached the same fluctuation, the Taoist poems trembled slightly, and the artistic conception of the words poured into Fang Xuan's spirit body like an empowerment.

In addition to this pair of Taoist poems, although the other scripts have spread good fluctuations, they are obviously inferior.

The heart is slightly cold, the love is getting cold, the lone hesitation, and the soul is broken.

Silently choked his wrists, frowned, danced with swords, and lost his spirit.

This poem is different from the previous one, with the arrogance of Ling Shi and the spirit of Zhengzheng.

After learning all the Taoist poems, Fang Xuan walked to the plaque of the rain hall, although he could feel the vast artistic conception before, but he lacked the artistic conception of the contrast to imitate.

The spirit body is integrated into the plaque, as if stepping into a world, a world sealed with the artistic conception of thousands of rains, and the plaque is the origin of the rain in the entire rain temple.

The wind and rain are shaky, like a flat boat in the ocean; The spring rain is dripping, as if moistening all things; The autumn rain is bleak, like a long pavilion parting.

It was the infinite perception of his previous life, Fang Xuan didn't know what kind of realm he was in his previous life, but he must not be a simple person.

"You're finally here." A hoarse voice rang out in the hall.

"Who is it?" Fang Xuan was immersed in his understanding, and was interrupted by the voice, so he asked.

"I am the spirit of the Rain Hall in this Ten Intentions Temple." The sound seemed to come from all over the hall, everywhere.

The brilliance of the entire hall condensed on the plaque and projected onto the ground, forming a human figure.

The figure walked up to Fang Xuan and saluted, and then said, "Master, back then, you built the Ten Intentions Hall in the Sea of Consciousness with ten artistic conceptions, so that you could protect yourself if you accidentally lost your strength. ”

"However, before the reincarnation, the Ten Intentions Hall was sealed to avoid the destruction of the power of the six realms of reincarnation, and now it is the next life." The temple spirit sighed.

"In this way, it seems that there is really a past life and this life, and I hope that Lei can not forget this life in reincarnation."

The temple spirit looked around and frowned, "It seems that the seal has not been completely unsealed, and the artistic conception in the plaque has not been fully reflected. ”

"In the past, what was this place like?" Fang Xuan asked.

"At present, there is not one in ten of the power here, if it is ten percent of the power, before the energy is exhausted, it can basically be fearless of the threat of most of the monks in the world" The palace spirit's answer made Fang Xuan stunned, Fang Xuan had considered the degree of strength before, but he really didn't expect it to be so powerful.

"It's not surprising that in your previous life, you were also quite powerful among the monks, not to mention the artistic conception and endless energy that you have gathered for a lifetime." The temple spirit didn't care about Fang Xuan's incomprehension.

"I'll gather my own strength first, and if I can unblock it, I can help you." After receiving the approval, the temple spirit returned to the plaque, and the temple returned to its previous calm.

After trying to push down the door to no avail, Fang Xuan withdrew from the Sea of Consciousness, and the Sea of Consciousness became much wider and deeper at the same time.

At the center of the Sea of Consciousness is the door to the Ten Meanings Temple, and above the door is a cloud, a cloud that contains the artistic conception of rain.

After the success of the search for the method in the Sea of Consciousness, Fang Xuan's spirit body returned to his physical body, and looked at the watch brought by the world, it was clear that only an hour had passed, and the huge harvest was indeed not calculated in the Dao, if he cultivated by himself, he was afraid that it would be difficult to get started for a few decades, and this kind of experience was quite a dream of yellow sorghum.

"Brother Fang, I guess you haven't cooked dinner yet, right? Why don't you come to my house and make do with it? Although Lin Mengyan no longer thought about the things that had been entangled with her before, she thought that it was okay to just have a meal, so she was busy for a long time, and saw Fang Xuan coming to see Fang Xuan enlightening the law in the bamboo forest.

Fang Xuan smiled slightly, thanked him, and left with Lin Mengyan. At the dinner table, Lin Mengyan looked back frequently, Fang Xuan was as if he hadn't seen it, and his heart was full of things from this time.

Lin Mengyan asked Fang Xuan about seeking the Tao, not only was she curious, but the wisdom and strength of the Hong Daoist were also obvious to all, in this stable and uncertain environment, who wouldn't want to be able to have a self-preservation?

"The Tao Dharma originates from the heart of the Dao, and the Dharma is born from the Dao. You can try to seek your own way, and use it to understand and derive the most suitable Fa for you. Fang Xuan had no reservations about these, after all, if they were all powerful, why hide their secrets? In the past, no one sought the Tao from Hong Daochang, and it was only that people generally regarded the Tao as too lofty.

"Is there any place here that is suitable for cultivating the Fa?" Fang Xuan thought about the artistic conception of rain and the corresponding method, and he should try its power, so he asked.

After long-term contact with Daoist Hong, Lin Mengyan and others also knew that the method of cultivation needed to be practiced from time to time, and they did pay attention to those places on weekdays.

"There is a wasteland in the east of the village, which is quite strange and the stone is hard, and Hong Daochang practices here on weekdays, so it must be able to meet Brother Fang's needs."

"Thank you, Miss Lin." Fang Xuan raised his glass and saluted.