God is the root of man. If people have no gods, they are like walking corpses, and if people have gods, they can understand heaven and earth and benefit themselves.

The wise person has a clear and transparent mind, and his wisdom is complete.

Taking cultivators as an example, since the cultivators of the Xuanmen Gate enter the Xuan Level, the magic powers they learn will involve the application of divine thoughts, intentionally or unintentionally; if they want to enter the earth level, they must communicate with the heavens and the earth, understand them, and understand the Dao Law; why is this? Cover their cultivation, cultivate longevity, and cultivate gods to become immortals!

God hides, and the body nourishes God. God has yin and yang, if separated from the body, the yin god is like a ghost, and the yang god is like a fairy. Ghosts, ghosts, spirits, wandering spirits, immortals, beyond the mortal world, the spirit of the sun and the moon, the spirit of heaven and earth.

Those who are gods are called gods.

The inherent heaven and earth are bells, and those who are shackled and given rules are the ghosts and gods of the underworld and the immortals and gods of the heavenly court.

Of course, today's Wuzhou land is not prosperous, whether it is ghosts or gods, or immortals, there is no trace of half of it, leaving only a few words mixed with some legends. But even so, the people still offered incense for various purposes.

This Lord of Yama is the real power controller of the legendary underworld, and there are as many as ten, if what Miss Pearl said is correct, then she must have really met Lord Yama, but it is difficult to say whether this Lord of Yama is true or false.

Thinking of this, Mei Daoren couldn't help but bask in the sun, if she met the real Lord of Yama, then she didn't dare to wade into this troubled water for anything, I was obedient, that is the super god of the legend "let you die three more, you won't live to the dawn", not to mention yourself, even if you tie all the cultivators in the land of Wuzhou together and throw them over, it is estimated that it is not enough for people to pull a pen.

What about cultivators? They have not jumped out of the Three Realms, but are still in the Five Elements, and all living beings are not under his control?

Otherwise, everyone in the world says that the gods are good, and the sleeves are clear and the clouds are colorful.

Or is it possible that Miss Mingzhu only encountered a trace of divine will hidden in the statue of God? This is possible, the divine will is unintentional, it doesn't care that you are a good person or a bad person, if you dare to collide with it, you will have to shed your skin if you don't die.

In fact, as far as Mei Daoren himself is concerned, he hopes that Miss Mingzhu is because of the collision with the divine will, because this at least proves that there are ghosts and gods in this world, and he is more sure to wake up Miss Mingzhu, after all, if there are ghosts and gods, then the ghost and god techniques of their vein should not be deceiving, and the method of saving people in danger with the help of ghosts and gods mentioned in it is also not wrong!

Old Man Zhao stepped forward and held his trembling baby granddaughter in his arms, stroked her pale face distressedly, looked at Mei Daoren, and asked, "Mei Daochang, what can you see? What happened to my Mingzhu?"

At this time, Zhao Zhengming still has the demeanor of the head of the Zhao family, he is completely an ordinary little old man who is worried about the safety of his relatives, of course, this also shows that Zhao Zhengming really loves this granddaughter, and it is estimated that he will not be so concerned if he is replaced by his son or grandson.

Mei Daoren didn't make a sound, leaned over and stretched out his hand to pick aside the green silk scattered on Miss Mingzhu's forehead, and there seemed to be a piece of green gas floating up and down between her eyebrows, fluctuating. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he quietly glanced at Ling Chunqiu behind him with his spare eyes, and saw that he was also a little stunned, knowing that he had not lost his eyes.

Then he stood up and muttered, "Miss Mingzhu is frightened by the ghosts and gods, and she is in a trance. I have a way to condense Miss Miss's soul and calm her mind. Ask the head of the Zhao family if he dares to give it a try?"

Mei Daoren's words are equivalent to defining what happened to Miss Mingzhu, which was caused by the collision with the "ghosts and gods".

Zhao Zhengming was pleasantly surprised: "Please also ask the Taoist to save him, Zhao will not forget his great kindness!"

And Ling Chunqiu, who was watching from the sidelines, stopped talking, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

sighed imperceptibly, no matter how difficult it was to do what he promised, he had to do it. Mei Daoren took out a dark green seal from his arms, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of hot blood on the carved pattern.

There was no way, he thought that he was really drinking tea when he came out with Ling Chunqiu, and he didn't bring many magic weapons, who knew that his original intention was not tea, but himself.

Fortunately, they always carried the seal of this vein with them, otherwise it would have been quite a struggle.

Mei Daoren raised the big seal and smashed it into his head under the horrified gaze of Zhao Zhengming and Ling Chunqiu.

"This!"

"Old friend!"

The big seal fell, faintly glowing, and suddenly stood still when it was inches away from Mei Daoren's forehead, as if the scene that had been smashed over just now was an illusion, and the big seal had always been in that position.

At the same time, the figure of the Mei Dao people swayed. Ling Chunqiu was about to step forward to help him, but found that Mei Daoren had stood up straight again, and on his face, a mark glowed red, flowing along the lines of the handwriting.

Mei Daoren shook again, as if he finally couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground.

Ling Chunqiu, who had been prepared, hurriedly put his hands on the ground, intending to catch his old friend, but found that his old friend's figure had actually passed through him! But what made him even more unbelievable was that there was clearly a Mei Dao man standing in front of him, holding a big seal in front of his forehead!

Zhao Zhengming was also dumbfounded, his own collection of books was very large, he had also read a lot of miscellaneous records of wild history, and he felt that he still had a little understanding of fantasy things, but today's scene broke his cognition, how could there be two living people?

The Mei Dao man who fell to the ground stood up with difficulty, his movements heavy and slow, and walked towards Zhao Zhengming, or Zhao Mingzhu in Zhao Zhengming's arms.

Of course, there can't be two people who are exactly the same, Ling Chunqiu Ling Daru is very knowledgeable, well-read and memorized, and because his old friend is a cultivator, he is quite interested in some rumors, and he finally realized that the state of Mei Dao people at this time is exactly the realm that cultivators dream of, and he is out of his body!

But when he looked closely, he also found that his old friend's out-of-body was a little different from the rumors, not only was he not as smart as a fairy, but as clumsy as a clock, and he did not have the magical characteristics of making people turn a blind eye to hearing and not hearing, and his body was even more red like a tattoo on his face.

I saw the second "Mei Daoren" walking to Zhao Mingzhu's bed with difficulty, and in Zhao Zhengming's frightened gaze, his right hand slowly but firmly reached into Zhao Mingzhu's forehead, and half of his arm was amputated.

"Ahh

As soon as Zhao Zhengming shouted, the figure of this "Mei Daoren" was shaken for a while, and then Ling Chunqiu, who reacted quickly, stopped it with his palm. The two exchanged glances, knowing that this kind of supernatural magic was extraordinary, extremely dangerous, and could not be easily disturbed, so they had to hold their breath and wait for the spell to be completed.

The moonlight outside the window was gradually rising, and the sweat on the bodies of the two Meidao people was like rain, especially the one with a red light, the figure was getting lighter and lighter, and only the last mark on the face was left, which was about to disappear. Ling Chunqiu felt guilty, what about an ancient book? If an old friend had three longs and two shorts because of this, he would be accompanied by death, and all ancient books would be ashes together.

Fortunately, God blessed, the "Mei Daoren" who was emitting red light was overjoyed, and the hand that probed into Zhao Mingzhu's head was pulled out like a long dragon absorbing water, and before the imprint disappeared, the body turned into a red light and threw it at the real body.

"Ugh!"

With a muffled snort, Mei Daoren fell to the sky, but fortunately he was held in time by Ling Chunqiu, who was temporarily acting as a helper.

"Fortunately, I don't disgrace my life!" Mei Daoren, supported by his old friend, trembled and took the letter back into his arms, seeing Zhao Zhengming's eyes showing surprise, he couldn't help but ask with a strange expression: "Miss Mingzhu's soul is fine, but it is not yet known whether she will return to normal, and the Zhao family will take care of her life." ”

Seeing the demeanor of his old friend, Ling Chunqiu also had some guesses in his heart, and immediately said: "Now that the matter has been completed, Daochang Mei and I will leave by ourselves, and my nephew will retire!"

The corners of Zhao Zhengming's eyes trembled slightly, but he still said with a smile: "Work hard Mei Daochang, and when Mingzhu'er gets better, there will be a generous gift!" and then said to Ling Chunqiu: "There is a nephew of Lao Shi to send me a gift to Mei Daochang, I am worried about Mingzhu, so I won't go out." ”

Ling Chunqiu didn't dare to say anything, so he walked down the attic with Mei Daoren in his arms, and walked back to the door of the mansion along the way he came.

At the gate of the huge mansion, only four lanterns were lit, and the old man was waiting next to a fragrant horse carving car under the lanterns.

"Brain Night... Night brew me... I'm on the side... Give me a sample!"

The dizzy Mei Dao people felt even darker when they heard this voice, and they almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, they were supported by Ling Chunqiu.

Ling Chunqiu was a scholar after all, and he was already out of breath when he walked the way with Mei Daoren, and hurriedly helped him into the carriage with the help of the coachman, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the old man: "Thank you, Uncle Shi, I'll wait here and leave." ”

Jumping into the carriage with his legs raised, and into the carriage, the groom waved his whip and the horse's hooves clattered away.

Through the faint light leaking from the lantern outside the carriage, Ling Chunqiu saw his old friend Mei Daoren leaning on the carriage, his eyes slightly closed, his face flickering brightly and darkly, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly: "I have wronged my old friend, I didn't expect the Zhao family to be so strange today..."

Before he finished speaking, seeing Mei Daoren's left hand raised lightly and his index finger pointing out of the carriage, Ling Chunqiu's heart sank, and he quickly closed his mouth.

For a moment, only the sound of horses' hooves and the squeaky of carriages were the only ones.

Less leaning, a voice came from outside the carriage: "The two guests forgive their sins, recently the lord is often angry because of the matter of the young lady, so everyone in the house is in danger, hiding in the room to avoid being implicated, so that the greeting is not thoughtful, and the two are neglected." ”

But it turned out that it was the driver who took the initiative to talk.

Ling Chunqiu glanced at Mei Daoren, and saw that his eyes were still closed, so he didn't bother to deal with the coachman's loopholes.

When will a mere chauffeur be able to represent Zhao Sanfen's Zhao family? I don't know which way it is a spy. Ling Chunqiu couldn't help but sneer, and then followed the appearance of Mei Daoren, leaned on the carriage, closed his eyes and recuperated.

"I don't know what is wrong with Miss Mingzhu, Miss is the most kind to our group of subordinates on weekdays, and we are very concerned about seeing her suffer recently, can the two guests tell me?"

The driver seemed to have good intentions, but the carriage was silent, and no one paid any attention to him.

The carriage drove to the outer city, and the coachman was chatty and talked non-stop, but the two people in the carriage seemed to have fallen asleep, and no one answered.

The carriage was neither fast nor slow, but it finally arrived in front of a Taoist temple. There is no plaque above the mountain gate of this Taoist temple, and I don't know what the name is, and there are a lot of sand and gravel broken wood piled up in front of the mountain gate.

"Woohoo, woohoo..."

As soon as the carriage was served, Ling Chunqiu and Mei Daoren opened their eyes at the same time, and without waiting for the coachman to speak, they both left the carriage with their arms.

When the coachman saw that the two of them ignored him, he had no choice but to drive away in the carriage, not daring to say a word.

The moonlight is like water, Mei Daoren looked at the door of his Taoist temple, and said with a wry smile: "Sure enough, where are there any ghosts and gods in this world!"

"So it's really man-made?" Ling Chunqiu asked.

"Don't you see that? That pearl has smooth eyebrows, and it is no longer a perfect body. No matter how the ghosts and gods say they are, they are also gods, how can they act like this?" Mei Daoren asked Ling Chunqiu rhetorically.

Ling Chunqiu nodded, then shook his head again and asked, "What do you think of the Zhao family master..."

Although the words are not finished, the meaning has arrived. Mei Daoren was dissatisfied: "Are you taking the school for me?, he naturally saw it a long time ago." This time I went to look for you and me, first, to save his granddaughter, and secondly, to leave an innocent body for him with the mouth of you and me. ”

"I see that your complexion has recovered well along the way, and you don't need me to hold you when you walk. Ling Chunqiu said suddenly.

Mei Daoren smiled: "I didn't want to hide it from you, but I was just angry that Zhao Zhengming calculated you and me and scared him." A soul that has not entered the grade is captured. ”

Ling Chunqiu looked like he had known this, but sighed again: "There are many unsatisfactory things in life, and there are countless rivers full of stars. ”

Mei Daoren was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Life has to be all the best? Everything is just half satisfied!