"Disciple understands, I don't know what rules can be followed when I go to enlightenment?" Ye Cang replied respectfully. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"There is no rule to follow when you attain enlightenment, as long as you keep your mind, meditate and contemplate your mind, and observe it sincerely, as for whether you can get the inheritance thereof, it depends on your creation. Qingsang Daoist said softly.

"Nothing else, you just go back first. That's all there is to it about Qingxuan Pavilion's enlightenment, the enlightenment time is tomorrow night, you only have a chance for one night, but you have to cherish it. ”

"Thank you for the mentions, the disciple will keep it in mind. Ye Cang bowed down again and thanked him before slowly exiting the main hall.

"One night, I hope he can get something out of it. At the feast, the Qingsang Daoist sat cross-legged for a long time before muttering, and then picked up the ancient book with both hands and continued to read.

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On the second day, about entering the Qingxuan Pavilion to participate in enlightenment, it lingered in Ye Cang's mind all day long, lingering, Ye Cang simply entered the Mountain Sea Cave and cultivated for a while, and then gradually suppressed this matter.

In the evening, when the twilight was thick, a thin figure came to Tiandu Peak again, looking at the high platform where a gust of cold wind blew from time to time in front of him, Ye Cang felt a little chill, and continued to wait respectfully in front of the main hall, waiting for the arrival of the head of Yisang.

"Wow!" suddenly there was a clear crane cry in the distance, and I saw a white giant crane flying in the clouds high in the sky, and the white wings danced, quite fairy. After a short time, he came to the sky above the main hall at the top of the peak, and the strong wind brought up by the wind shook Ye Cang's clothes.

A Sang Dao person sat upright on the back of the white crane, his figure flashed, and he appeared directly beside Ye Cang, glanced back at the white crane, his eyes were soft, and he said softly, "Go back." ”

The white crane screamed softly again, flapped its wings slightly, and flew upward, quickly disappearing into the clouds. A Sang Daoist turned around, looked at Ye Cang, and said softly, "You can also come with me." ”

A white cloud suddenly appeared under his feet, and as soon as Ye Cang had time to nod, he slowly rose along with a Sang Dao person. On the white clouds, a Sangdao person commanded, "Sit tight." Then with a finger, the white clouds flew towards the back mountain as if they had been summoned by some kind of summons.

This is the first time Ye Cang has experienced the feeling of soaring clouds and fog. The white clouds under your feet are extremely stable and soft, and there is a comfortable feeling to step on. After slowly getting used to it, Ye Cang dared to lean out and look down curiously. Tiandu Peak has disappeared from view, and the undulating mountains of the back mountain pass by one at the foot. Occasionally, some fierce mountain winds blew in the air, but they were all blocked from the shield that a Sang Dao man waved his hand to, and the two people on the white clouds were unaffected.

At the time of a cup of tea, the white clouds carried the two of them down on a platform in a valley. A short distance ahead of the mountainside is an attic, quietly seated there, connected by a stone staircase, glowing with a silver cyan glow in the faint starlight of the night.

"That's Qingxuan Pavilion, you will be in it tonight, and someone will come to pick you up tomorrow morning. A Sangdao man said softly, "The rest of the way, you have to walk it yourself." ”

"Thank you Master Ancestor," Ye Cang bowed, turned to look at the attic, and after a little hesitation, took a firm step, and a gust of night wind hit, blowing Ye Cang's clothes and making a hunting sound.

The stone steps are wide, each step can accommodate the footsteps of two adults, there are no railings and no ropes on both sides, slowly extending up along the valley, Ye Cang took nearly a quarter of an hour to step through the more than 1,000 stone steps one by one. Turning to look at the platform where he landed, the figure of a Sandao man was long gone.

With a slight sigh of relief, Ye Cang came to the attic and looked carefully, this is a building made of special wooden beams, there are no extremely high eaves corners, only one story high, and it sits on a wide platform. At this time, the moonlight and starlight sprinkled down, covering the attic with a faint silver veil.

The wooden door in front of the attic was not locked, Ye Cang took a few steps forward, and with a slight push, the wooden door creaked open.

A few soft rays of light instantly floated over, and Ye Cang subconsciously stood for a while, and only after seeing the furnishings inside clearly did he cross the threshold and walked in. The wooden door behind him closed again after his feet were steady, isolating everything from the outside world, and there was a quiet peace inside the room.

There are no chairs or beds in the spacious hall, only the portraits of Leofoos standing at a special angle, each preceded by a futon. Four bright night pearls are inlaid in the four corners of the hall, and the soft light emitted by them illuminates the room brightly but not dazzling.

Ye Cang settled down, continued to walk forward, came to the first portrait, bowed and saluted, and sat down quietly cross-legged on the futon, only then raised his eyes to look at the painting.

In the painting, a middle-aged man in his forties has a crown like jade, two strands of white hair hanging down on his sideburns, thick black eyebrows, and two eyes that are particularly focused, revealing a vigorous and heroic spirit between his eyebrows, looking straight ahead. The man holds a stalk of floating dust in his hand, standing on the top of a rock, and the inscription below the portrait is the word "Lingshu".

Ye Cang remembered that the Qingsang Daoist said that the most important thing when visiting the portrait is to let go of the mind and have no distracting thoughts, so he concentrated and watched carefully, but until the time of sitting on a stick of incense, there was still no difference in the portrait, Ye Cang had to shake his head and give up, it seems that his fate with this spiritual Taoist is still shallow.

The second portrait is signed with the word "Lingxuan", in which an elegant young Taoist priest holds a cyan long sword, doing a sword dance, before the futon of the portrait, Ye Cang sat for a long time, and still had no gain.

Finally came to the third portrait, Ye Cang still bowed respectfully. However, before he could sit down, a strong thought suddenly came to his face.

In the painting is a young man holding a jade ruler with an indifferent face. It's just that when Ye Cang looked into his eyes, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, a huge furnace ding appeared in front of him, the young man sat in front, his hands pinched quickly, and only saw his hands turning into vague shadows in the picture, blindly smelling different elixirs and spiritual fruits flying into the furnace ding...... The picture continued to change, the furnace was opened, and several golden pills flew out, and with a one-handed move by the young man, they fell into his hand, and the man showed a satisfied smile on his face...... The picture dissipated, and a burst of redundant information suddenly entered Ye Cang's mind, and his head buzzed and hurt.

"The way of alchemy, conquer heaven and earth, and strengthen creation. All spiritual people are born in heaven and earth, and they are lost in the years, and the people of my generation practice the Dharma and accumulate merits, all of them change their lives against the sky, and the way of alchemy is the way of immortality......"

"Lingji Daoist, Yuanyang Alchemy!" Ye Cang stood quietly in place, and after a long while, he opened his eyes and muttered. In the third portrait, there is a portrait of the third disciple "Lingji Daoren", which contains an alchemy method called "Yuanyang Alchemy". The picture that flashed in his mind in just a moment, its subtlety and artistic conception were already beyond Ye Cang's current comprehension, and he could only vaguely sense that he should be able to successfully cultivate this alchemy.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Ye Cang once again reviewed the information in his mind several times, and only after making sure that he had written down all the contents of the "Yuanyang Alchemy" did he get up and continue to look at the next painting.

The fourth portrait is signed with the word "Lingquan", a mighty man holding a large knife, with round tiger eyes and a murderous aura. Ye Cang had been enlightened for a long time in front of this portrait, but he found nothing. When he came to the fifth portrait, Ye Cang was obviously flustered, because the inscription at the bottom of the portrait was the word "Yuheng".

"The one-armed old man?"

Ye Cang couldn't help but think of the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him when he was talking about the Tao in the dojo and stopped the terrifying blow of the Imperial God Protector, but he didn't expect that he would be the personal disciple of the Aoba Daoist. The Yuheng Daoist in the painting was a handsome young man who held a jade flute and played it softly at the side of his mouth.

It is difficult for Ye Cang to connect the old man with wrinkles on his face and the handsome man in the painting in front of him, and now Yuheng Dao is still alive, but he has a broken arm, Qingsang Master Ancestor said that Qingye Guan encountered a great enemy back then, but what happened back then?

Ye Cang shook his head and stopped thinking about this. Continuing to look at the painting, there was still no vision after a long time, and then he paced to the next futon.

However, in front of the sixth futon, the place where the portrait should have been hung was empty, and only one futon was still alive.

"How could there be one less pair?"