Inside the main hall, the statue of Sanqing is condescending, looking down on all beings. The plaque above hangs high, saying: Sanqing Daozun.

Mo Li looked at the statue of Sanqing, the two dragon pillars on the left and right were carved with gilded characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, "Yuyu has no dust and moon and three thousand realms in the void, and the divine grace should be sincere and worthy of the Nine Heavens." ”

Mo Li bowed respectfully, and looked up at the roof of the inner hall, auspicious clouds, purple qi coming from the east, and the heavenly soldiers and gods would be majestic. Along the passage to the left of the idol, Youruo followed Mo Li, pacing and carefully looking at the words on the flag.

"Towering at hand, the heavens are in charge of yin and yang, giving birth to all things, and the vast gods are watching the good and evil easy to distinguish. ”

"Enter the true door, sincerely understand the true mystery, and come to the wonderful realm to unfold the wonderful way. ”

"One thought of innocence and gold can be transformed, and three hearts are difficult to dissipate. ”

"A pillow of yellow beams breaks through the dream of a thousand years, and the Nine Turns Pill Trick is practiced to become a true immortal of ten thousand tribulations. ”

"Heavenly officials, earth officials, and water officials give blessings and forgiveness of sins, and good and evil are divided, and the upper yuan, the middle yuan, the lower yuan, the three realms and the ten directions of the network are more meritorious"

“......”

Mo Li watched from the sidelines, his mood has undergone earth-shaking changes, and for some reason, many questions that he didn't think about before are now clear like Daigo empowerment coefficients. In that cloud cave sky, his mind was quiet, but he couldn't understand the root cause, and now he is also quiet, but enlightenment is so natural.

He finally understood why cultivators should experience red dust, and only when they enter the dust can they get out of the dust.

Youruo stood beside Mo Li, feeling a breeze blowing on her face, between the green silk dances, she saw the slight rise of the corners of Mo Li's mouth, she saw a shallow layer of golden light on the surface of Mo Li's body, she felt that Mo Li became more elegant, she felt the pure breath on Mo Li's body, the kind of nature that made her obsessed and stunned.

"Youruo, you're you. ”

Mo Li's voice came from his ears, and he came to his senses, and his cheeks flushed, "Ahh ”

Mo Li smiled, stretched out his finger and dabbled water on Youruo's forehead, "Why are you stunned." ”

"No, nothing. Yuruo was shy and tight, and the roots of his face and ears became redder.

At this moment, the two of them had already brought to the door leading to the apse of Baiyun Temple, and saw that there was a wooden sign in front of the door that said "Idlers Stop", and finally put down the raised foot, and asked Youruo: "Childe, why stop." ”

"The idlers stopped, thinking that this apse should be a place for Taoist monks to practice and live, and it is not convenient for outsiders to enter. Let's go. ”

As he spoke, Mo Li and Youruo were about to walk to the front hall, when they heard a deep voice from behind: "Little friend, stay." ”

Mo Li turned around and saw a white-eyed Taoist priest walking out of the door, although his hair was gray, his face was no different from that of a man in his prime.

Mo Li clasped his fists and asked, "But you're calling me?"

The white-eyed Taoist priest smiled and nodded, waved his hand, stroked his beard and said, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

"I don't know what happened to me, senior?"

Lao Dao laughed, stroked his beard, and said: "Poor Dao is practicing today, and suddenly I felt that the nobles were here, so I came to greet him. ”

"Oh, what did you say about that, senior?" Mo Li asked curiously.

Lao Dao smiled and said, "Little friend, don't you enter the story?"

Mo Li nodded, followed the old road into the inner courtyard of the apse, along the corridor past rockeries and clear water, pine, bamboo and green willows, winding paths through the secluded, passing by the moon appreciation building, ascending the lotus pavilion, passing through the cloud gate, and entering a fragrant elegant hall.

Sitting on the couch, Mo Li and Baimei Daoist sat opposite each other, and the tea soup on the small table was clear and fragrant.

Mo Li picked up the teacup, sniffed it gently, then drank the tea soup, nodded and said, "Well, good tea." ”

"It turns out that Xiaoyou is also a person who understands tea. ”

"The tea soup is clear, the aroma is rich, the teeth are circulating, the aftertaste is endless, it is really a good tea. ”

"Hehe, it's just some coarse tea from the mountains, which is difficult to get into the eyes of the law, but it makes Xiaoyou smile. ”

Seeing that the white-eyed Taoist priest was polite, Mo Li was no longer polite, he thought in his heart that a polite sentence or two was a courtesy, and if it was a blind politeness, it would be hypocrisy. So he asked straightforwardly: "Real person, but the viewer of this White Cloud Temple?"

Lao Dao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Little friendly eyesight, not bad, poor Dao Dao number white eyebrows." ”

Mo Li looked at Youruo who was standing beside him, and then looked at Lao Dao and asked, "It turned out to be a real person with white eyebrows, I don't know why the real person stopped the two of us." ”

After the little Taoist priest beside him added tea soup, the white-eyed old Taoist took a sip of the teacup and said, "It's the old way that is abrupt, in fact, what the poor Taoist said is true." Today, the poor Dao did the meditation and practice, and suddenly his heart moved, so he went out of the house, and saw the purple air in the east, and the crape myrtle star moved in the middle of the night, so the poor Dao knew that there would be nobles passing by the temple in the near future, but he didn't expect to meet Xiaoyou today. ”

"Oh, I don't know how the real person can conclude that the noble man is below?"

"Xiaoyou, I see that you have an extraordinary bearing, between your eyebrows, heroic, your eyes are like the sun and the moon, and the golden light is possessed, which is really the appearance of an emperor. The white-eyed Taoist priest looked at Mo Li with deep meaning and said: "Xiaoyou is probably also a cultivator, although I can't look at you, but your free and easy gestures are not owned by ordinary people." ”

Mo Li almost laughed out loud, thinking that this old way could really be said, but he thought of some of Ziyun Zhenren's words, and he couldn't deny it, and said: "The real person is really a lift, and he doesn't dare to be ashamed." ”

Seeing that Mo Li did not deny that he was a cultivator, the old man continued to ask: "Xiaoyou, have you traveled here, or have you seen the disintegration of this mortal world and want to plan for the country? ”

Mo Li thought, how can this old way become more and more outrageous, but it is not easy to show it, so he said: "I am traveling here, and I have no royal power. If a real person is a master outside the mountain, why would he be willing to give up his cultivation for the sake of that throne?"

"Little friend, this is the difference. Lao Dao put down the teacup and continued: "What is the Tao? Isolation from the world, despair and desperation are the Tao? This is just a small way, and I know it selfishly. Only by keeping the world in mind and supporting the community is the way of the world and the avenue. Now that cholera is everywhere, the court is not doing anything, the king is unknown, the chicken is in the morning, and the traitor is in charge, let me ask what the cultivators should want?"

"Naturally, it is to save the people of Li from fire and water, kill evil spirits, and punish villains. Mo Li said without hesitation.

"Sure enough, I am not mistaken, Xiaoyou has the world in his heart, why don't you want to fight for the throne of the king?" Bai Mei Daoist was very satisfied with Mo Li's answer, and the whole person became excited.

"This ......" Mo Li was speechless for a moment.

"The life of Emperor Ziwei, Xiaoyou, is a cultivator, and he should live up to the destiny of the sky, sit on the throne of the king, support the country, and return the people of Li to a peaceful and prosperous world. ”

“......”

"Real person, there is no need to persuade you in this matter. Even if you want to fight for the throne of kingship, how can you and I succeed alone. Besides, the avenue is invisible, everyone has their own way, and everything has a fixed number. As a cultivator, I should take it as my responsibility to slay demons and save the people from fire and water, but I don't necessarily have to be the kingship that everyone covets. People who have their own destiny in this world respond to every call, make every effort to govern the country, and give the people a peaceful and prosperous world. ”

Mo Li was so firm that Bai Mei Dao was depressed, and he didn't give up and persuaded: "Little friend, since the poor Dao has proposed, naturally be prepared......