"Dead?"

"Not dead yet! It seems that there is still one last breath left..."

"Since he is not dead, let's wait until he is dead. Remember! This matter is top secret, otherwise once it is leaked, you and I will die without a place to be buried! ”

"Don't worry, I'll save it! Guaranteed nothing to go wrong..."

A whisper came from Chen Wenqing's ear, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a blue-gray mist. There are no fingers in this space, and there is no one in sight. Odorless and tasteless, touchless and insensible; There is a dead silence, no life!

"Where is this?"

Chen Wenqing's surroundings are like chaos, and even his body is in an ethereal and illusory state, and there is no physical existence.

"Am I dead?" Chen Wenqing opened his hands and clenched his fists, but he couldn't feel the real touch of his palm.

"If you live like you're dead, half dead and half alive, you can still hear the outside world. Could this be the bardo body that the Daomen said? ”

It is recorded in the "Daozang": "The process from the time the deceased loses his breath, the eighth consciousness is out of the body, and before reincarnation, is called the bardo body." ”

Those who have a bardo body, the so-called front yin has been thanked, the back yin has not arrived, and the bardo has appeared!

The front yin has gone, which means that the life span has ended; The latter yin has not yet arrived, which means that it has not yet been reincarnated. And this state of the soul in the middle is called the "bardo body".

Just when Chen Wenqing was confused, suddenly a white light shot down from the vast dome, shining on his soul, like the melting of ice and snow on the glorious sun.

Suddenly, wisps of white smoke came out of Chen Wenqing's soul, making a "zizizi" sound. After a stinging pain, Chen Wenqing's eyes turned white, and his soul body turned into nothingness and threw himself into a colorful whirlpool.

......

"Ahh

A long cry of pain suddenly came from the dilapidated grass hall in the back mountain, breaking the silence and startling a few chickadees on the willow branches in front of the courtyard. The "fluttered" its wings in mid-air, and its red spiky beak chirped as if to curse something.

After the cry of pain, there was no movement in the cottage.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the rotten wooden door in front of the hall made a "babbling" sound, and a teenager came out of the dilapidated grass hall.

The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and his body was relatively thin, his face was pale, and his eyes were hollow. There was a little confusion in his expression, but he lacked the look that should be at this age.

The young man was dressed in a plain robe, and the robe was made of thick linen with crooked and slanted patches, crawling on the hem like a centipede, which was very ugly. Perhaps, because the boy was too thin, the robe looked a little wide and ill-fitting, and the robe was a little whitish, so I think it should have been worn for some years.

The boy rubbed his pinprick head vigorously and walked out of the grass hall groggily.

At this time, the bright sunlight slanted on his face, reflecting a green and pale face, the young man slowly raised his palm, covering the dazzling sun, and then walked to the crooked neck willow tree with one foot and one foot at a time, and sat down slowly on a wooden pier.

The mountain breeze blew slowly, and the young man looked at the clouds rolling in the sky, and was silent to the green mountains in the distance. It wasn't until the sun was already setting in the west and the remnant sun was like blood that the young man's empty eyes gradually gained focus and brilliance. I saw him sigh before he slowly stood up from the stake......

This teenager is Chen Wenqing.

As a traverser, Chen Wenqing was actually an archaeological expert before this.

Among the newly unearthed cultural relics in Sanxingdui, Chen Wenqing found a broken book of heaven. This book of heaven is neither gold nor stone, and even with the most sophisticated modern instruments, it is impossible to detect what kind of material it is.

The shattered book of heaven is engraved with the sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers, outlining mysterious runes and Taoist rhymes, which are dazzling and fascinating. And these mysterious runes are the "Dao Patterns", but no one in the world can know the meaning of them.

In order to unravel the secret of the Book of Heaven, Chen Wenqing spent more than two years studying Daomen scriptures, runes, spells, and spells, and even visited the masters of Daomen Holy Land, such as Qiyun Mountain, Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain, etc., but found nothing.

In order to continue to pursue the trail, Chen Wenqing tried to splice the broken heavenly book day and night. It's just that the Book of Heaven is like auspicious light and feathers, and there is no trace of it.

Finally, the hard work paid off, and Chen Wenqing finally spelled out the Book of Heaven. However, due to overwork, he died suddenly on the Book of Heaven, but the spirit was brought over by the Book of Heaven and crossed over to this little Taoist priest.

The sun sets and the sun sets.

Chen Wenqing looked at the smoke all over the mountain, and sprinkled a golden yellow in the afterglow of the sunset. From the Taoist temple in the distance, the sound of bells echoing in the mountains, he understood that the evening class time of Zixia Temple had arrived.

However, the little Taoist priest does not have to do evening classes.

From the remaining memories in my mind, I learned that I was now in a place called Zixia Temple. Chen Wenqing's original body was just a miscellaneous little Taoist priest in Zixia Temple.

And the handyman is not qualified to do his homework!

Zixia Temple is located in Wulingyuan Tianmen Mountain, whenever the sun sets, the mountain will be steaming purple clouds, it is a Zixia Temple. Zixia Temple is a famous cultivation blessed place of Taoism, not only there are thousands of peaks competing for show, ten thousand ravines competing for the stream, but also waterfalls flying obliquely, vines hanging upside down.

There are more than 2,000 disciples in the temple, including the pro-lineage, the core, the outer sect and the miscellaneous disciples.

The number of disciples is very small, and they are regarded as the mainstay and enjoy an extremely revered position in the view. Disciples can not only receive personal guidance from the Lord and the Theravada, but also a steady stream of elixirs, spells, and magic tools for practice.

The core disciples are a little worse, but they also have the careful cultivation of Jianzhai and mages on weekdays, and they will not be stingy with cultivation resources.

The outer disciples are mainly taught by the Daomen one by one, and the number of them is also the largest, and the cultivation resources are also limited. Therefore, it is necessary to make some contribution to the Taoist temple in exchange for spiritual resources.

As for the miscellaneous disciples, they are not qualified to practice, and they cannot enjoy any cultivation resources in the Taoist temple. Miscellaneous servants, who are considered to be the lowest-ranking people in the Taoist temple.

Unfortunately, Chen Wenqing was crossing over a miscellaneous disciple.

However, at this time, Chen Wenqing not only did not feel lost, but felt that it was a great opportunity from heaven to send him down.

"I can be regarded as seeking kindness, how fortunate I am!"

Chen Wenqing looked at the purple clouds all over the mountain, a faint smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth, and he said silently in his heart.

In the chaotic memory, Chen Wenqing found that this was not an ordinary world, but a splendid world full of Taoist magic powers and talisman spells.

In order to chase all this, Chen Wenqing spent nearly three years, and it was not until the end of his life that the secret was solved.

Chen Wenqing slowly stretched out his palm, as if unintentionally brushing it lightly on the tree with his crooked neck beside him, and there was a muffled sound of "bang" on the willow tree. The willow tree shuddered, and shed willow leaves, but there was a shallow palm print on the hard willow bark.

"Sure enough, this is a real book from heaven!"

"This is the real way!"

Chen Wenqing stared at his slowly raised palm, shocked in his heart, and muttered in his mouth: "Isn't this the legendary Qi Refining Realm?" I really didn't expect to have a day of cultivation! ”