"The Immortal Immortal Mansion, the same longevity as the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Xiniu Hezhou, a quaint Taoist temple, Wu Ming turned into golden light and fell from the sky.

Looking up, the eye is full of style couplet, although I haven't seen Zhenyuan Daxian yet, but to hang such a proud couplet outside the door, you can imagine how rebellious this ancestor of the earth immortal, the means are against the sky.

"Senior brother, if your life is good, this is your place of nirvana. If your life is not good, then there is no way for the junior brother, everything is left to fate. Wu Ming carried the senior brother, just like a dead dog, walked to the door of the Taoist temple and began to knock.

Bang bang bang ...

There was a knock on the door, and after about seven or eight minutes, the door of the Taoist temple opened from the inside, and a Taoist boy poked his head out of it.

This Taoist boy looked twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a milky white Taoist robe, tied in a cloud bun, and his little face was very cute.

"Who are you looking for?" Xiao Daotong didn't go out, just poked his head out and asked.

Wu Ming had a smile on his face, and he could see that Xiao Daotong was a little scared, so he said softly: "Xiao Dao Chief, are you Qingfeng or Mingyue, is your master here?" ”

"I'm Qingfeng, do you know me?" Xiao Daotong was even more strange, and looked Wu Ming up and down for a while before he continued: "My master went to the Ancient Temple of Burning Lamp and went to lecture with the Buddha in the past, and it is estimated that it will take some time to come back." By the way, before the master left, he told me that someone would bring a monkey and let me entertain me, is that person you? ”

"Bring a monkey?" Wu Ming subconsciously looked at the senior brother who was lifted in his hand, and asked, "When did your master leave?" ”

"I've been walking for sixteen or seventeen days, why are you asking this?" Qingfeng's answer shocked Wu Ming.

Sixteen or seventeen days ago, they were still cultivating in Huaguo Mountain, and they didn't even know the black bear spirit.

Could it be that at this time, even if Zhenyuan Daxian is a senior brother, he will walk out of Huaguo Mountain and encounter a catastrophe.

Thinking of this possibility, Wu Ming had an intuitive impression of the unmasked Zhenyuan Daxian. This Zhenyuan Daxian is not only strong, but also proficient in the art of calculation and deduction, and even what happens in the future is under his control, and he deserves to be a famous supernatural power.

"Qingfeng Xiaodao Chief, I am the person your master said, does he have anything to say for me?" As soon as Wu Ming asked, Qingfeng made a difficulty.

Qingfeng tugged at his sleeve in distress, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "It seems to be, but I can't remember..."

"I can't remember!" Wu Ming had a feeling of being pitted, how could he not remember such an important matter, did he want to use the deception to remember.

As soon as this idea appeared, Wu Ming forced himself to forget.

After all, Qingfeng is a disciple of Zhenyuan Daxian, although he is still young, he is just a Taoist boy in the audience, doing some chores within his ability on weekdays, but his identity is still a disciple of Wuzhuang Guan.

If Zhenyuan Daxian knew that someone would probe his disciple's memory, it would be strange if he didn't go violent. To know. Wu Ming came to ask for someone this time, not to kick the hall, and he couldn't do anything to offend people.

"It's all my fault, I forgot everything the master explained, and the master will definitely punish me when he comes back." didn't need Wu Ming to scare, Qingfeng himself was about to cry, his two sleeves kept wiping his tears, and sobbed: "Why don't you come in first, I'll pour you a cup of tea, and I'll tell you when I think about it." ”

Wu Ming nodded lightly, this is also not a way.

Qingfeng led the way in front, and Wu Ming followed behind, walking towards the main hall of the Taoist temple.

Wuzhuang View is built on the mountain, backed by Wanshou Mountain, and the location of the main hall is in the middle of the mountain.

Entering the main hall of the Taoist temple, an incense burner, a futon, and a stone tablet with the words heaven and earth appeared in Wu Ming's eyes.

The furnishings here are very quaint, there are not so many bells and whistles, and the most conspicuous thing is the stone tablet of the word earth and sky.

Zhenyuan Daxian, known as the same king as the sky, although he is a Taoist lineage, but his generation is very large.

I remember that in Journey to the West, Sun Wukong once asked Daotong, why doesn't this Taoist temple worship Sanqing.

At that time, Dao Tong replied that Sanqing was a friend of the family teacher, the Sifang Emperor was the old man of the family teacher, Jiuyao Xingjun was the younger generation of the family teacher, and Yuanchen was the guest of the family teacher.

Now, looking at the two-character stele of heaven and earth worshiped by Zhenyuan Daxian, Wu Ming also followed the customs of the villagers and walked up to worship three times.

During the worship, he was still thinking wildly, the level of Zhenyuan Daxian was almost the substitute of the three Qings, and the follow-up appearance of the saint.

I am also like him, standing in front of this two-character monument of heaven and earth to worship, is it a lot more stylish.

"I don't know who wrote the word heaven and earth, it's so well written, and it makes people fascinated when they look at it!" Every time Wu Ming worshipped, he would take a look at the stone stele, and after worshipping three times, he didn't know if it was an illusion, and he always felt that the word heaven and earth was the same as being alive.

"Alive?" Wu Ming shook his head vigorously and raised his eyes to look at the stone tablet again.

On the stele, the word heaven and earth are wandering, going up and down again, as if chasing and fighting.

Wu Ming had already seen the mystery, and he couldn't even notice that Qingfeng ran over and shook his body.

In a trance, he seemed to feel that the heavens and the earth had changed, and this was no longer Wuzhuang Temple, let alone Wanshou Mountain in Xiniu Hezhou, but returned to the time when the world first opened.

At the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, there was a Hongmeng, and there was a crack in the sky, running through the entire sky.

At the first glance of the crack, Wu Ming subconsciously knew that this was the slash mark of Pangu when he opened the sky, and the Dao rhyme left by the Pangu axe would not disperse for a long time.

It's a wonderful feeling, and you don't have to ask why you know, as if you should know it.

Born to know, this is the style of the ancient sage, Wu Ming feels that he is in such a state.

He quietly admired the sky, admired everything in the beginning of the world, and had forgotten the change of time.

I don't know how long it took for him to feel bored and wanted to go somewhere else.

In the next second, just when he wanted to move, Wu Ming suddenly found that he couldn't move, as if he didn't have feet.

"Where's my feet?" Wu Ming hurriedly looked down and saw the earth.

Just glanced at it, Wu Ming was stunned, because looking down at it is more than ten thousand miles, could it be said that this is heaven.

"Rustle, rustle..."

I don't know how long it took, a faint rustling sound rose from Wu Ming's ears.

Wu Ming searched for the source of the sound, and after a lot of hard work, he found that the existence of the sound was actually a small sapling in the valley.

The little sapling, struggling to emerge from the rock, shook its leaves and made a rustling sound.

And more importantly, Wu Ming felt the signs of life in him, and a muddy consciousness.

"Hello..."Wu Ming tried to use his spiritual power to make contact with the little sapling.

But this method is not very useful, the sky is too far away from the earth, and the consciousness of the little sapling is also very vague.

Maybe a thousand years, maybe 10,000 years, maybe 100,000 years.

Time was meaningless, until Wu Ming was physically and mentally exhausted and wanted to give up, when an echo finally came from his ears: "Yuan, Yuan, Yuan..."

The little sapling's consciousness was very confused, and the voice that came was only one word, a simple yuan word.

Wu Ming was very encouraged by this, and continued to try to communicate with the little sapling and cultivate the ability of the little sapling to speak.

Slowly, countless more years have passed, the cracks in the sky are slowly fading, and the desolate land has more life.

Finally, one day, the little sapling had the ability to speak and began to think for the first time.

"We should have names, but what are the names? I can't figure it out, I decided, since the first word I said is Yuan, then I'll call Yuan Daxian. Hey, what is Daxian, I don't know, forget it, just call it that. ”

On this day, the little sapling got a name, called Yuan Taixian.

Wu Ming felt very magical, he knew that when he came here, he should have seen the special situation caused by the word heaven and earth.

At this time, hearing the name of the little sapling, Wu Ming also spoke: "Then I should also have a name, my body is a red cloud, then I will be called a red cloud..."

As soon as the words came out, Wu Ming was stunned.

That sentence was definitely not what he wanted to say, he originally wanted to say that his name was Wu Ming, but the word red cloud was the exit.

Red Cloud, Yuan Taixian...

Wu Ming had long ago found that he was a cloud, so when he looked down, he could only see so far.

But he never thought that he was actually Hongyun, so the question is, who is this little sapling who calls himself Yuan Daxian.

"Yuan Daxian, Zhen Yuan Daxian. Red Cloud, Red Cloud Ancestor! Wu Ming looked at the small saplings on the ground that were already 10,000 feet high, and exclaimed: "I have become a good friend of Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of Hongyun?" ”