In the land of China, in the territory of Qi County, there is a magical and magnificent mountain range, called Yunwu Mountain, the mountain is magical, and the weather is thousands! It is the place where a generation of holy Guiguzi disciples are taught!!

Twenty miles of cloudy mountains, the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the cloudy mountain, between the cloud-shrouded peaks of a rugged mountain, there was a young man standing at this time, at this time, he was leaning on a winding and thick maple tree, looking at the mountains in the distance in front of him.

The remnant sun is like blood, reflecting an autumn sunset, swaying on the lonely peak in front of you, the old maple red leaves, and the thin clouds and shallow mist blown by the wind, making the picture look slightly desolate.

The young man, who looked eighteen or nineteen years old, was dressed like an old peasant in his sixties and seventies, wearing a pair of gray cloth shoes on his feet, and a slightly whitish Zhongshan suit washed in navy blue, which was loosely worn on his body, but he could not erase his heroic face.

He wore a crescent-shaped jade pendant worn with black hemp rope around his neck, a palm-sized emerald green jade gourd tied around his waist, and a two-foot green jade bamboo cane in his hand.

At this time, he looked at the mountains, and a trace of tears gradually welled up in his eyes, blurring his eyes, full of a trace of reluctance.

The autumn breeze blows the melancholy of parting.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the depths of the dense forest covered by the mountains, and saw the dilapidated small Taoist temple that had been stored in his heart for a long time, and saw that in the small Taoist temple, an old man was sitting on a rattan chair with a bamboo scroll in his hand、、、

"Master、、、" he said softly, his voice choked, "You old man should take care of 、、、"

His name is Lin Mo.

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Lin Mo is nineteen years old this year, and he was carried up the mountain from an orphanage by his master since he was a child.

At that time, there was a fire in the orphanage, and there were few survivors, Lin Mo was pulled out of the fire by his master when he passed by here, and he was only one breath left, but he was miraculously saved by his master.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Lin Mo has followed his master in a dilapidated small Taoist temple on the mountain, spending fifteen years.

Lin Mo's master is an old Taoist priest, and the Taoist name: Huayun Zhenren.

Huayun Zhenren accepted three apprentices, of which the eldest apprentice Zhang Daoyuan and the second apprentice Wang Daoming were registered disciples.

Only the youngest Lin Mo is his true biography, and he is given the name Lin Daozi, number: asking, taking the extreme way into truth, and asking the meaning of the sky!

The old Taoist crane has a childish face and a kind face, and according to his own words, he is more than two hundred years old.

He is erudite and knowledgeable, and in Lin Mo's heart, Shizun is a person who knows astronomy and geography! Mountain, medicine, life, physiognomy, divination, but also the study of the superb, through the past and the present!

The so-called mountain, medicine, life, phase, divination, is the title of the Taoist five arts, the mountain, the way of cultivation, which includes the magic charms, etc., the doctor, the way to save people, there are acupuncture, medicine, spiritual healing, etc., life is fortune telling, including numerology, life number, etc., phase for the look, there are phase of the sky, the earth, the phase of the person, the diviner, is divination, separate 啩, word measurement.

In the fifteen years of following Lao Dao, Lin Mo has learned a lot, especially the mountain art in the five Taoist techniques, and he has obtained the true inheritance of Lao Dao, so that Lao Dao often praises him for his high talent and intelligence.

However, what he practiced the most was a Taoist cultivation method called the 'Eternal Life Sutra', and the realm in this exercise was divided into ten layers.

These ten realms are divided according to the eight trigrams of yin and yang, namely: innate, yin and yang, three talents, four images, five elements, six combinations, seven stars, eight trigrams, nine poles, and ten uniques!

Every time you break through a realm, your body will be much lighter, which can delay aging and increase longevity, which is the way to cultivate the truth!

According to the old Tao, this method is the Taoist ancestor Lao Tzu, combined with the era of the ancient law, melted ten thousand laws, visited several ancient gods, and realized the Tao outside the Hangu Pass for 9981 days, before it was deduced!

Dao Ancestor once said that this exercise is cultivated to the extreme, and after breaking through, you may be able to obtain the legendary immortality!

And when he cultivated to the realm of the Nine Extremes, he had to be feathered because of the expiration of his lifespan, so he passed it on to future generations, hoping that some disciples could break through the realm of the Ten Extremes and realize the origin of the Dao.

At this moment, Lin Mo looked at the direction of the Taoist temple with hazy teary eyes, got up, faced the mountain, bowed his head three times with his fists, wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, turned away, and his expression gradually became firm, and he never looked back!

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At the same time, in the direction that Lin Mo looked at just now, in the depths of a dense forest covered by mountains, a small Taoist temple wrapped in gray mist.

A kind-faced old Taoist dressed in a gray Taoist robe suddenly got up from the rattan chair, and then his body slowly rose into the air out of thin air, until it rose to a height of more than ten zhang above the ground before stopping.

Looking at Lin Mo's departing back from a distance, a variety of emotions appeared in Lao Dao's eyes, reluctance, pity, and expectation、、、、

"Master, Mo'er is gone," the old Taoist whispered.

As soon as Lao Dao's voice fell, a sigh was made, and then a vicissitudes of life voice came from the Taoist temple below, "I saw it"

After the sound was finished, in the courtyard of the small Taoist temple, a white mist flashed, and the figure of a cyan bipedal giant beast slowly appeared, and then shook its body, turning into a middle-aged scribe in a green shirt and a gentle and elegant appearance.

I saw that his hands were also rising into the air with his hands behind his back, standing at the same height as Lao Dao, and watching the direction of Lin Mo's departure together.

"Master, Mo'er, he," the old man bowed his head slightly and clenched his fists, and gave a junior salute.

"It's okay, this kid is your uncle, the person who was determined by Xuanwei Zhenren Guiguzi thousands of years ago, and there will be nothing wrong," the middle-aged scribe in the green shirt waved his hand and said.

"However, more than a thousand years have passed since then, and time has changed, and the dragons and tigers have changed, and the arithmetic may also change accordingly.

As he spoke, he was suddenly interrupted by the middle-aged scribe.

"Song'er, why have you become gentle now? Well? Besides, your Guigu Master Bozu is a unique person in the world with divine calculations, and he is also a person who blends his skills with divine calculations and integrates the trail! How could it be a mistake? ”

"As far as his divine arithmetic, even the Qingyan Zhenren Laozi Shizun, who is the ancestor of our first-line creation school, claims that his eldest disciple Guigu Wang Chan's divine arithmetic has surpassed his old man's, and the blue is better than the blue!!"

After the middle-aged scribe interrupted the old words, he said slowly with a serious expression.

"What the master taught is that Yun Song understands"

Seeing the middle-aged man's serious expression, Lao Dao immediately bowed and said respectfully.

"It's okay, you are also concerned about it, in fact, why don't you worry about being a teacher, Mo'er is a good seedling, and it is also our inheritance, and even the hope of stepping into that unknown world! How could the teacher watch him care about nothing? Otherwise, when the teacher arrives in that realm, how can he explain to the teacher. ”

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Lao Dao, sighed, raised his head with his hands behind his back and looked at the sky slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"Hey, that's fine! Since you and I, the master and apprentice, can't figure out Mo'er's fate, we can only choose to believe in the calculation of the Guigu Master Bozu, and hope that Mo'er and he can really survive the catastrophe that befell him safely! ”

The old Taoist sighed and said helplessly.

"However, Master, have you really decided to feather your body and reach that realm?"

Lao Dao seemed to react suddenly, and asked with a tight face.

"Well, I think that the life limit of the teacher is calculated, at most he can stay here for thirty years, and then the teacher must be feathered to that realm, otherwise、、、 well, of course, in these thirty years, if Mo'er can really reach the kind of realm that your Guigu Master Bozu said, there will be no need to feather as a teacher."

The middle-aged scribe looked at the sky with a complicated face and replied vaguely.

"I don't know what happened to my senior brother Changfang, he has been there for more than a hundred years, and there has been no message!"

"It's okay, he will be taken care of by all the masters in that realm, before he feathered, I burned the talisman and reported it to your ancestor Xuanqingzhen, and your ancestor will take care of him"

The master and apprentice chatted a few more words, until they could no longer feel Lin Mo's breath, and then slowly disappeared into the small Taoist temple.

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In the Qixian bus station, which is more than ten miles away from Yunmeng Mountain, a large country in China and in the territory of HN Province in central China, at more than six o'clock in the afternoon, a young man dressed in a Zhongshan suit from the sixties and seventies and dressed as an old farmer walked out of a small bus.

He was Lin Mo who came over from Yunmeng Mountain, but the green jade bamboo cane he was holding and the small jasper gourd hanging from his waist were gone, and the whole person walked to a supermarket at the bus stop empty-handed.

Before going to the supermarket counter, he took out a piece of paper with a string of numbers written on it from his arms, and several pieces of RMB with a face value, and said to the supermarket owner: "Hello boss, I want to make a call, do you have a public phone?" ”

There was a middle-aged man sitting behind the counter, who was playing QQ with the computer to fight the landlord, raised his head when he heard the words, first glanced at Lin Mo, and then the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he smiled:

"Hehe, it's the first time the young man has come out, it's 2014 now, and they all use mobile phones, which one still has a public phone, hehe"

"That's it, I'm sorry to disturb the boss" Lin Mo heard this, smiled bitterly, turned around and wanted to leave, he had been to many supermarkets since he went down the mountain, he thought that there would be a public phone in the larger supermarkets in the county, but 、、、

"Wait, young man, are you in a hurry to make a call?" Seeing that Lin Mo was leaving, the supermarket owner called out to him and asked with a smile.

"Well, I want to make a phone call to determine where to take the car," Lin Mo replied with a slightly lower expression.

"Hehe, I don't think it's easy for you guy, so let's do it, you tell me the phone number, and I'll use my mobile phone to dial you" The boss said, picked up a mobile phone from the table, and said to Lin Mo.

When Lin Mo heard this, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly thanked the supermarket owner, and then read out the string of numbers written on the paper in his hand to the supermarket owner.

The supermarket owner took the mobile phone, pressed the number Lin Mo said and entered, clicked the dial button and dialed it out, casually put the mobile phone to his ear, and after seeing that it was opened, he handed the mobile phone to Lin Mo.

SH City is the premier big city in China, known as the Pearl of the Orient and one of the several municipalities directly under the central government in China.

At this time, on the second floor of a business office building located on the Huangpu River, in the central business district, in a bustling commercial street, there is a modern company called 'Pearl Humanities Consulting Company'.

An unusually beautiful young girl in professional attire sat at her desk, heard the phone ringing at another desk, walked over, reached out and picked up the phone, and said in a professional tone:

"Hello, Pearl Humanities Consulting Company, do you need any help?" The sound is mellow and crisp and pleasant.

Hearing that it was a woman's voice, Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Hello, I want to find Zhang Daoyuan, is he there?" ”

"Well, Mr. Zhang has just come back, may I ask who you are?" The girl asked.

"My name is Lin Mo, and I am his junior brother, can you let my senior brother answer the phone?"

"Okay, please wait" After the girl finished speaking, she put down the phone and looked not far to the left, two old men who were drinking tea at a small coffee table, one of them said:

"Grandpa Zhang, your phone call is from someone claiming to be your junior brother Lin Mo."

"Oh, it's the little brother calling?"

Hearing this, an old man in a well-dressed Tang costume stood up and asked himself as he walked to the desk.