The night is always deep, and the moon is like silk, like light yarn.

In the boundless illusory world illuminated by the flames, it was the various faces of all living beings whose joys, sorrows, and sorrows were revealed, and it was the middle-aged Taoist holding the bronze cup in his hand, and there was a peaceful voice constantly resounding.

Then, with a certain moment, these endless illusions that emerged one after another continued in the transpiration of the flame light, in the successive manifestations, constantly overlapped, and continued to expand.

Under the darkness of the night, which was still so permanent, a voice sounded a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times.

It is the voice of thousands of ordinary voices, as if it is mixed with some strange magic, mixed in one place, and turned into the sound of the eternal Tao in the infinite fantasy world.

And under the sound of such a Dao sound, it is the night that is torn apart, and the immeasurable moon is all hidden.

Behind the Taoist, there is a glimmer of stars in the mountains and fields, like the reflection of the primeval star sea, at this moment, the lights of ten thousand homes are especially better than the nine heavens and moons.

But it is precisely in this process.

Chu Weiyang seemed to have seen a thousand paradoxical scenes of people in an instant, different red dust faces, at the request of the Taoist, turned around, returned to the hall, or took out the fire fold, and "lent" the fire to the lamp in the hand of the Taoist.

As far as the eye can see, it is the most common fireworks in the world.

But when you look closely, along with the fireworks being "lent" to the lanterns that actually lit the bean flame seedlings from beginning to end, in the process of ignoring the red dust beings, these fireworks fused one after another, and gradually, in the mundane, there was a completely extraordinary aura revealed.

That is the light of ten thousand homes, the real light of ten thousand lights at the level of Tao and Dharma.

And it was precisely with this flame in the bronze lamp in the hand of the Taoist that in an instant, the scene of the thousands of lights behind him was faintly fluttering, and in an instant, it rose up with the flame of the lamp, using the red dust gas as firewood, burning out the bright sky and burning the moonlight.

But in this flash of moment, it seems that it is precisely because of the night and the moonlight that have been shattered one after another.

When I looked at it again, the scene in the boundless world was completely different, and the red dust scene of the lights of thousands of lights that I had just seen was all gone in an instant.

The Taoist still stood there quietly, the flame in his hand became more and more faint and dim, but from beginning to end, it was the lights of ten thousand homes, and it was the constant and difficult red dust Dao fire!

And no matter how faint it was, under the illumination of this ray of light, in an instant, the glow of the Dao Law still tore apart the original night and the illusory appearance illuminated under the moonlight.

The group of beings standing in front of the Taoists, regardless of men, women, children, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, their expressions and countenances all looked very treacherous, cold, and evil under the light of that lamp.

When you look closely, even the illusion of its body is gone, and the person standing in front of the Taoist is actually a monk, a Taoist, a wizard, a widow, a demon boy, a mountain ghost, a spirit, and a white bone skeleton......

Behind the Taoist, the tombs stood on the rolling barren hills, accompanied by the steaming of the faint flame of the lamp, and wisps of oily green and blue ghost fire evaporated.

Raising the flame to burn the sky, what came into view, among the rolling clouds in the sky, was the immeasurable gods and Buddhas sitting high in the clouds, indifferently looking at the thin figure of the Taoist, and looking at the bean-sized flame seedlings in the lamp.

In the next moment, with the breeze gently blowing through the boundless world, all these strange scenes disappeared.

When I look at it again, it is still the lights of thousands of homes, and it is still the red dust of all beings.

It's just that the scene itself is no longer ordinary, the glow and charm of the Tao and the Dharma all run through the heavens and the earth, and the red dust is constant in the world with all things, and such a fire is floating in it.

And it was precisely this moment that the manifestation of the true supreme Dao Fa charm shocked Chu Weiyang's heart in an instant, and the Taoist was no longer overly immersed in the manifestation of the fireworks.

For no reason, Chu Weiyang only felt that the old Taoist who was sitting on top of the green lion seemed to be carrying a period of time in the red dust and turbid world, and all living beings in the red and turbid world.

It was the brightest and most dazzling glow of the great sun shining in Vientiane.

Then, as Chu Weiyang's mind wavered, the illusory world itself that was shining in the flame light suddenly collapsed.

Moreover, in such a process of disillusionment, Chu Weiyang once again saw some complicated and messy silhouettes.

In the turbid world, the middle-aged Taoist and the fierce beast fought bloodily, the raging fireworks fell into the dusk and yellow ocean, and the red lotus flowers bloomed in the sea of fire, smelting the fierce beast's anger away, showing the appearance of the green lion beast.

In the red and blood-colored battlefield, the elderly Taoist sits on the green lion, the lamp in his hand is shining, and the Taoist method is on a higher level and changes strangely, no longer there are fireworks to shine, but to absorb the flame of human life to live, "borrow" to fill in the lamp.

There is more empty and boundless, in the clear and dim ocean where there is no fog at all, the old man sits on the green lion, stained with blood in the bloody battle, the old man holds the lamp in his hand, the whole body is full of energy, and the life of the god is turned into firewood to fill it.

It's just that without waiting for the Xuanqi to shine, in the flamelight, a page of silk silk book seems to depict the appearance of the old way, and the moment it is revealed between the rotation of the virtual and the real, the copper nails condensed by the seven supernatural powers break through the air.

In the end, it is the slight figure of a man and a lion falling into the dusk ocean.

In the next moment, Chu Weiyang was in a trance, and from the cave light of the flame light, he cleared up all his minds.

He looked at the old man who was sitting on top of the green lion in disbelief, the shriveled body that was both a skeleton and a refined corpse.

It turns out that there are really people who have applied the Tao to such an extreme, struggling, and can withstand the trials and tribulations of the years like this.

If it is said that in the past, Chu Weiyang faced three lions and performed the "forbidden method", which was to awaken the old man's words of the gods who truly belonged to people and monks.

Then, with the struggle towards death and life that day began, as for this moment, the old Taoist has already rejuvenated more of the Tao and Dharma that he had mastered in the past.

Moreover, what really touched Chu Weiyang was the boundless illusory world hanging in the flames of the lights, the illusory world where the lights of thousands of homes were fluttering and tearing apart the night.

It was a truly strange Hongchen realm, but Chu Weiyang understood that the scene that had both the virtual and the real was the dojo of the old man, which was similar to the "Spiritual Void Ten Thousand Wonderful Dao Sutra" that Chu Weiyang had understood.

Come to think of it, perhaps it is the unprecedented smelting of the dojo with one's own body that is the root cause of the old man's ability to survive the long time even if he is dying.

And at this time, the old man sat on top of the green lion and gently raised the lamp in his hand towards Chu Weiyang again.

"Old man...... A lamp of life...... Can...... Borrow a fire? ”

It was as if Chu Weiyang Cave had seen the glow of the magnificent Dao Dharma in the mundane world earlier.

At this moment, when the ordinary voice of the past fell into Chu Weiyang's ears in this instant, it was also full of the breath of Taoism, which was not an ordinary invitation, but a kind of strange ritual that was close to witchcraft, almost ritual, and almost to Zhaijiao.

And it was precisely this feeling that Chu Weiyang was shocked in an instant.

Because of this Dao rhyme, Gai easily broke through the mysterious cover and reflected in the mist of the metaphysical realm, but in an instant, the aura of the Dao was anchored, but it was not Chu Weiyang.

When the Taoist subconsciously turned around.

Almost at the same time, it was Chun Yuzhi's figure who sensed the anchoring of some kind of Taoist aura and pushed open the window of the guest room.

Unexpected, but reasonable.

On top of this entire Hundred Realms Cloud Boat, the one who holds the highest level of table fire is Chu Weiyang's witch sacrificial fire of the god realm level held by Xuanhuang Baobing.

However, if it comes to the strength of the Dharma Flame Dao and the legal doctrine, then it is necessary to first recommend the Tao with the "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" rune array, and smelt the Nine Dao Supreme Dharma Flames in the Jindan realm, and then master the Chun Yuzhi of the "Qingyang Danhai Avenue Sutra".

Come to think of it, with the experience of the old man, such a Taoist heritage, what he means is not the grade of a wisp of fireworks, but the profound foundation of Taoism contained in the fireworks.

Moreover, considering it again, the true natal flame mastered by Chun Yuzhi is evolving towards the Dao Fire, and it is the Phoenix Heavenly Fire that is full of Nirvana charm.

The old Taoist at this moment of partial life, half alive and half dead, what he lacks most is the power of the cycle of death and life.

And in the process of Chu Weiyang's thinking, Chun Yuzhi was wearing a crimson robe, and slowly walked to Chu Weiyang's side, also standing on the bow of the boat.

At the same time, the old Taoist who was looking directly at him from afar, his empty and dead eyes, there was still not the slightest emotional fluctuation, but between the flash of the flames, gradually, in the uncertain eyes, a volume of red jade was condensed from the virtual to the real.

On the jade book, the words of the pearl are carved with the ancient seal pattern, and the words are traced and outlined with a certain supreme spiritual ink full of constant and difficult charm.

Perhaps the ink that should have been gilded in the past has finally precipitated into a dark gold color in the washing of the years.

However, the Dao charm of the upper level above it was undisguised, and almost instantly, it attracted the aura of the Dao of Chun Yuzhi.

"Wan Yan Patriarch Yuan Said True Yang Pudu Vientiane Immeasurable Avenue Sutra"

Almost instantly, the moment he saw the jade scroll carrying the True Yang Immeasurable Dao Sutra hanging from the flames, Chu Weiyang's tense thoughts dissipated in an instant.

And looking at this moment, Chun Yuzhi, who was slightly unable to help herself because of the touch of the Tao and the Fa, was turning his head to look at Chu Weiyang.

At this moment, the Taoist didn't say a word, but gently bowed his head towards Chun Yuzhi quite calmly, signaling that everything was decided by her mind.

So, in the next moment, he took a heavy breath, and when Chun Yuzhi's wrist flipped, he immediately grasped the golden red banner and handed it to Chu Weiyang.

(End of chapter)