Zhang Qing sat cross-legged on the top of the mountains, and on the dozens of peaks around him, countless plants and trees grew wildly, and then withered at the moment when the liquid arrived.

When dawn came, a large number of plants and trees appeared again on the rotten mountain peaks.

In one day, twelve hours, they went through their lives.

The Tao is invisible, but it is embodied in these plants and trees at this moment.

No living creature dares to approach this place, and they can walk through the life of plants and trees in one day, and if they enter, they will not be able to carry it for too long.

Day after day, after a month, these dozens of peaks have long been different.

The trees are lush and delicately arranged on each peak, and when you look from beyond the group, you can clearly feel that the greenery of this world is even stronger.

Everything exudes vitality, Zhang Qing slowly opened his eyes and looked at everything around him.

This was not caused by him on his own initiative, but a picture that naturally formed after the end of the struggle for his own Dao.

He called his own way to save the heavens, and if he can save the heavens, he will have the power to make the heavens fall.

However, with the invisible improvement of the Taoist system, Zhang Qing couldn't say why.

He took a certain belief as his way, but this way was gradually becoming something he did not know.

Strength, he can wield, but the essence of power is the Tao within him.

That......

"What is the Tao?" Zhang Qing couldn't help but make a sound, looking at the world in all directions.

The breeze came slowly, blowing strong winds and torrential rain, which seemed to be the response of this world to Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing was bathed in the wind and rain, thinking about the so-called Tao.

The boundless question of what is Tao and what is a human being made Zhang Qing confused.

In the past, cultivation seemed to be all about longevity and strength, but now, with lifespan and strength for the time being, the pursuit has become different.

Zhang Qing didn't understand what the Tao was, he had been sitting here for several years, and he still hadn't found anything.

No one can help him, no one can, Sendai can't, the Great Sage can't, and the Lie Immortals can't do it.

This is his word, and if you hear the answer from someone else's mouth, then it is someone else's word.

Zhang Qing stood up and disappeared in place, and then, as a completely unfamiliar identity, appeared in a scattered cultivation city.

He was a young man who was testing the spiritual root, looking forward to it, nervously watching the spiritual pillar stone emit colorful light in joy, and also silent in sadness.

When it was his turn, the aqua blue light lit up, causing a burst of embarrassment and a friendly gaze from many people.

He became a practitioner, and from this time on, the neighbors around him became kind.

He embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, fighting for resources, but he did not join any force, and as a casual cultivator, he broke through countless difficulties and succeeded in building a foundation.

In the years that followed, the limitation of resources made it difficult for him to cultivate an inch, and in just thirty years, he fell into the point of being besieged by more than a dozen people because of a pill.

This identity died, and he stayed in the cultivation of the third layer of the foundation.

Zhang Qing disappeared again and appeared in another city far away, and it seemed that the detection of the spiritual root had become a scene that this world must face in addition to life and death.

This time, the stone of the soul measurement did not light up, and Zhang Qing's back left lonely in a mocking voice.

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He left this city that had survived for more than ten years, walked out with his bags on his back, tested the spiritual root again and again, and failed again and again.

Eventually, he became an old man in the twilight of his life, and fell on top of the wilderness.

When he was dying, he recalled that in this life, too many regrets could not be made up, and at the same time, he also had a deep unwillingness, he longed, even if he had an insignificant inferior spiritual root, it was good.

As the sun set, the dry palm tried to touch the sun, and the moment the two overlapped, the old man finally felt that there was a flame lit at his fingertips.

"Chaowen said, Xi can die."

The old man laughed and let go of everything.

"What is the Tao?" Between life and death, he heard a voice asking.

"How do I know what the Tao is, what I've been chasing all my life, I got it before I die, and it's enough."

The old man was hastily buried in the dilapidated Taoist temple, and Zhang Qing continued to go away, this time, he became a village boy.

This time, no one came to test the spirit root, and the people in the village had nothing more than to hear the legend of the immortals like chasing after the wind and shadows.

They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, their wives and children are hot on the kang, and they are in sorrow and sorrow in life and death.

The boy became a young man, the youth became middle-aged, and the diseases accumulated over the years gradually broke out, and he lay on the bed, taking care of his wife and offspring.

Eventually, on a stormy night, he chose to end himself.

After all, he couldn't suffocate himself, and after being preached, he was miraculously able to walk.

"Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and he is at ease in the wine."

The drunken man began to be enthusiastic about being intoxicated, but he still didn't understand why the filial juniors were disgusted by the enlightened self.

"But so what, Lao Tzu has struggled all his life, and he can't enjoy it?"

Finally, he died, in a small town liquor store.

Zhang Qing didn't ask out loud, he knew that the old man couldn't give any answer.

"What is the Tao?"

In the search again and again, Zhang Qing became a disciple of a Taoist.

Among mortals, there are also people who are oriented to the Tao, and this is how the Taoist temple appeared.

Facing the huge orange Dao character, Zhang Qing knelt in the main hall and listened to the morning drum and twilight bell in his ears.

What is the Tao? Some people say that the Tao is the goal to pursue in this life, some people say that the Tao is to ask for it but not to be able to get it, some people say that the Tao is the desire of the heart, and some people say that the Tao is the disease of lovesickness. ”

"So, what is the way?"

"Someone said......" Zhang Qing did not continue, and the Taoist next to him did not say much, but left directly.

It was another day without food, and rumors had gradually appeared in the outside world, and a woman's crying came, which made Zhang Qing's heart fluctuate.

One day, in the morning bell and dusk, the Taoist came to the main hall again, knelt in front of the huge Taoist character and kowtowed a few times, then stood up and said to Zhang Qing.

"You can be vulgar."

Zhang Qing just like that, became a husband and a father.

Many years later, he once again walked up to the Taoist temple, and his face was withered, and he knelt in front of the huge word again.

In this life, he didn't do well when he was a Taoist, he didn't do well when he was a husband, and he was just as bad when he was an elder, he seemed to be unable to do anything.

He still couldn't answer the question he had asked back then.

The old man died, and Zhang Qing stood in front of the huge Dao character, just like that, and stood for a long, long time.