When Qin Chuan penetrated the clouds of incense, the Taiqing statue with white hair, white beard and white eyebrows appeared in Qin Chuan's eyes, holding scriptures, and a black and white Tai Chi Dao phase evolved behind him.

Tai Chi Dao Xiang continued to rotate in Qin Chuan's eyes.

Call!

The wind is blowing.

Qin Chuan only felt a gust of wind blowing from the position of the Taiqing statue, but the main hall, statue, and clouds and smoke in front of him appeared in the wind, which made him extremely frightened.

Tai Chi Dao Xiang rendered the world he saw into white paper and black ink.

The brush and ink swept towards Qin Chuan with the breeze, and at a certain moment, everything suddenly stopped, including Qin Chuan himself, and everything turned into a splash of ink painting.

All the people and objects in the painting have been reduced to nothingness, including Qin Chuan.

He couldn't feel his own presence anymore.

And the consciousness remains, as if frozen frame, seeing a scroll of ink splashed Taiji diagram. Black and white are distinct.

Obviously it seems to be stuck in the stillness of time and space, but the black and white in the splashed ink painting is still circulating and spreading, spreading layer by layer, as if to attribute the earth, fire, water and wind of the outside world to the black and white splashed ink scroll, turning into nothingness.

Qin Chuan's consciousness took everything in his eyes.

"The Tao is the way, the very way; It's famous, it's not famous...... There is a mixture of things...... I don't know its name, but the strong word says......"

I don't know if it is the sound of the scriptures originally recited in the main hall, or the sound of the Taoist scriptures from the depths of Qin Chuan's memory. Five thousand words of morality resounded in Qin Chuan's consciousness and continued to expand.

The five thousand moral mantras seem to be drilled into the ...... of Qinchuan's past life and past life, and it seems to occupy Qinchuan's past, trace its roots, and move towards the source of the long river of time, Qinchuan's life and life.

However, at the source of Qin Chuan's life, the ever-expanding moral mantra suddenly began to subside, and the black-and-white Taiji scroll began to eclipse.

Black and white are no longer distinct, circulating, and diffusing layer by layer.

Instead, it gradually merges and turns into a calm gray.

At the source of the long river of time, the appearance of the Yuan Shi Dao with a vague face appeared, the momentum was deep and chaotic, and the pen and ink were difficult to describe.

It is He who calms down the moral mantra.

The scroll of the Tai Chi diagram drawn by splashing ink began to shrink, turning into a gray-white Tai Chi sigil that was constantly rotating and distorting.

He can vaguely distinguish black and white, but he is as blurry as the face of the Yuan Shi Daoxiang.

Fell into Qin Chuan's consciousness.

Rumble!

In his consciousness, Qin Chuan's Jade Void Method for cultivating the Yuan Shen underwent some kind of change, and it seemed that there was no change at all.

He finally withdrew from the strange and terrifying silence, and the gray Tai Chi pattern in his eyes flashed away.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang from underground.

The earth dragon turned over, and the gods shook.

In the main hall, the statue of Taiqing slowly cracked from the center.

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…

Outside Lao Jun's view, Huang Meng still regretted and said: "Brother Qin, why are we so unlucky, just about to give incense to Dao Ancestor, but we met the earth dragon and turned over." ”

Qin Chuan was a little absent-minded, and replied casually: "Daozu once said that blessings and misfortunes depend on them, and misfortunes and blessings lie in waiting. Brother Huang doesn't have to be annoyed. ”

Huang Meng: "What Brother Qin said is that I still can't be as calm as Brother Qin. Whether you are practicing or studying, you must have a fixed state. Speaking of which, how could the Dao Ancestor statue crack so easily. Although it was the earth dragon turned over, the movement was not very large, and the surrounding houses did not collapse and crack. It stands to reason that the materials used in the ancestral statue must be extraordinary, could it be that the Ministry of Industry is cutting corners? ”

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Maybe." Brother Huang, I'm a little tired, so I'll go back to the inn to rest first. Let's recharge our energy and get ready for the spring exam. ”

"Okay, now is the critical moment, after the spring test, I'll bother you again." Huang Meng and Qin Chuan waved goodbye.

He was a little restless, and he always felt that it was not so simple for the Dao Ancestor statue to crack. Could it be that someone was secretly making trouble, calculating the time when the earth dragon turned over, and took the opportunity to damage the statue of Daozu and set off waves in the court......

But what's the good of that?

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…

In the west of the Shendu City, Qin Chuan rented a quiet courtyard at a high price.

He first asked Qingqing and Ying Ning to clean up the room and sit quietly and alone. Lao Junguan's encounter made him re-examine the relationship between Sanqing and himself.

There was a bit of a joke in my heart before.

That is actually a way to relax the heart, and you can't mess up your normal mind just because of the cause and effect with the beginning.

Now he is very sure that his relationship with Sanqing is very deep.

At least he has undoubtedly been infected with Yuqing and Taiqing, who are very close to him.

The moral mantra traces back to the source of his own time, and the origin of the Tao is at the source.

The symbol of nothingness, the beginning of symbolizing the opening, and the morality of interpreting the avenue, the two have intersected in the past time of Qinchuan itself.

The gray and calm Tai Chi sigil now silently appeared in Qin Chuan's Yuan Shen, to be exact, the position of the Yuan Shen's eyebrows, fell into a dead silence, and there was no reaction at all.

And when he was running the Eight or Nine Xuangong, when the Jingyuan Acupoint he opened up absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, there was a trace of calm charm than before.

In the past, when the essence of heaven and earth entered the essence of the body, there was always some restlessness, and Qin Chuan needed to spend his mind to calm down that restlessness, and then transform the essence into himself.

Now that agitation is gone.

This must have something to do with the Tai Chi sigil.

He recalled his encounter in the Laojunguan Palace, and still has some lingering palpitations, although this is an adventure, but the sense of powerlessness in the face of the invasion of the Splashed Ink Taiji Diagram made Qin Chuan deeply feel how vulnerable he is now.

In front of the kind of black and white Tai Chi that rotates, calms the earth's fire and water winds, and turns the living world into a black and white splashed ink painting, Qin Chuan's Yuan Shen cannot play the slightest role in resisting.

Because that is the power of the Great Dao, the supernatural power of the human world, under that power, it becomes worthless.

That's not even power.

He is just as the Tao Te Ching says, the strong word is called power, no, it is the strong word is big.

Big is unstoppable, so reluctantly describing his powerlessness.

"I was still vulnerable." Qin Chuan laughed at himself.

Instead of being discouraged, he re-faced his own practice, which was by no means a blow, but a different world that he had never experienced before.

Since you want to climb a mountain, the higher the better.

The joy of mountaineering lies in the process of climbing, and the moment you reach your destination, all the fun will pour out in an instant.

In the Three Qings, there are Yuqing and Taiqing, and he has already intersected, I don't know where the fate of Shangqing is?

Maybe there already is.

Qin Chuan thought of Shenxiao refining magic techniques.

Could this have something to do with the supernatant?

He vaguely felt, maybe so.

Since he has already memorized the cause and effect of Taiqing and Yuqing, Qin Chuan would rather carry Shangqing's again. It's not that there are more debts, but that the triangular relationship is definitely more stable than the two-dollar relationship.

He needs a balance of cause and effect in his body.

If you need to struggle with it in the future, this may be the only chance.

Or maybe there is no chance at all.

Now he definitely can't figure out these things, and he can't tell whether Taiqing and Yuqing are benevolent or malicious, or the supreme being sneezes at will.

Maybe they didn't care about him at all, but when Qin Chuan was a speck of dust in the air, if it got into his eyes, he would blow at most. At the end of the day, I don't care.

But Qin Chuan cares about himself.

As long as he has worked hard for this, even if he fails in the future and falls into a catastrophe, he at least does not have to regret it.

Of course, if he could know the truth now, and he couldn't make any changes, he would definitely choose to lie down.

However, it has not reached that point at the moment.

If you have to do what you have to do, you have to do it.

Qin Chuan put aside all his thoughts and looked for a trace of spiritual light from the memory in his mind, which could comfort him in a somewhat dazed and confused state of mind now.

No matter how he extricates himself, he is always a little unsteady in his heart.

I hope to be enlightened and enlightened from the experiences or scriptures of the sages or others.

This can be thought of as chicken soup for the soul.

It seems to be useless, but it actually has a somewhat comforting effect.

Just like a terminally ill patient who cannot be cured by modern medicine, most doctors will eventually ask the patient to try Chinese medicine. Sometimes it's okay to find an excuse to deceive yourself.

What if a miracle happens?

Qin Chuan looked back on his past memories, and from the depths of his heart, a text emerged, which may be able to answer his current situation.

The evil pen is attached to the wolf's hair, urging the original god, and writing a text in his heart.

"I have often heard that it is not people who are diligent in seeking knowledge, but those who know who are diligent in seeking others. But I know it's wrong. Those who know it do not seek others, but they go out and chase people away. Its carving is deep and ruthless, like an eagle and a dog chasing a rabbit. ”

These are the words of the Seven Chapters of Xuanjun's Secret Sutra.

It is to the effect that "I have heard that it is not people who are constantly pursuing knowledge, but knowledge who is constantly pursuing people." But I know, that's wrong. Knowledge is not about chasing people, but about chasing people. Its chase is brutal and emotionless, like a falcon and a hound catching a rabbit. ”

This text, written with a pen, does not have the usual tone or righteousness.

Qin Chuanfa looked at the words on the white paper, and his handwriting was not as upright as before, and it was a little weirdly distorted, indicating that the state of mind in his heart when he wrote this text was not calm.

The words glowed with black gas, and then black gas rolled in, enveloping the white paper like a black cloud.

"Luck?" A word came to Qin Chuan's mind.

He realized the origin of the black gas in the text.

This is the spirit of bad luck.

Symbolizes sin, killing.

It is as if this text is a blasphemy against the truth and the avenue, and should not exist in the world. Therefore, the spirit of misfortune is generated, and they want to destroy it.

The qi of calamity and the heavens have an induction, and the black qi is rolling, which seems to communicate with the heavens.

The sword spirits of the Qingxuan Sword all had a trembling emotion of fear.

A bolt of lightning struck.

The sound of rolling thunder exploded from the sky and fell down the gods.

Black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it!

This Shendu City, which has gone through tens of thousands of years of wind and frost, ushered in the first spring thunder of the new year.

The spring rain accompanied the spring thunder to descend on the Shendu and moisten the imperial capital.

It's nightfall.

Families are closed doors, and thunderstorms are not suitable for wandering.

No one noticed that a bolt of lightning struck an independent and quiet courtyard in the west of the city.

Qin Chuan felt something when the lightning struck.

His expression was calm and calm, he raised his eyes as if penetrating the roof, looked at the ruthless sky, and said softly: "Come on." ”

But......

The results were beyond his expectations.

(End of chapter)