The boy's exclamation alarmed everyone in the Lying Grass Hall.

An old man himself was reading with relish in his bedroom with a yellowed medical book in his hand, and his cloudy eyes had to be close to the books because of the loss of vision. The tireless helper of the medicine box put down the twitching action and leaned against the bar to do nothing.

When the boy's voice resounded in the grass hall, the old man and the helper put down everything in their hands and hurried to the room where the young man was healed.

The young man on the bed was still holding the boy's hand tightly with one hand, very hard, causing the little boy with red lips and white teeth to be in pain and teary eyes.

The doctor was benevolent, and although the pain was unbearable, the boy was still happy, and finally pulled the person back from the line of life and death.

In fact, the young man in the bed had been in a coma for seven days, and Wo Caotang once thought that he would not be able to survive. With the medication, he used his strong will and good physical fitness to survive. The last time the old man used the golden thread to call his pulse, he had already concluded that he would wake up soon, but he didn't expect to wake up so soon.

The boy's voice was full of surprise and surprise. It was unexpected!

It didn't take long for the old man's panting footsteps to be heard outside the door, and he actually entered the rest room with an old man.

The old man looked shocked and bluntly said that it was too unexpected. Earlier than expected!

Hurriedly ordered the boy to bring the chair, pressed it before he could stabilize his buttocks, took out the golden silk thread wrapped around his arm, wrapped it around the young man's arm, and then closed his eyes and felt it patiently.

After a deep sigh, the old man let go of the golden silk thread and said after breathing a sigh of relief.

"There is no major problem, the pulse is stable, no different from ordinary people. Let's go out, let him rest well, and remember to take his medicine on time. ”

After collecting the silk thread, the old man withdrew from the room with the boy, and the helper in the store was late, stretched his neck to look into the room, his heart was full of curiosity, but he was stopped by the old man and took it down.

Inside the room, the young man's hands were strained and slowly relaxed to return to their normal appearance. The round eyes regained their vigor little by little. It's just sluggish, dazed, as if I'm adapting to the environment in the room. The eyeballs rolled from side to side, regaining their luster over time.

"Where is this?"

Emperor Han Qing frowned tightly, raised his head weakly, his heart was full of doubts, and he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him blankly, and this look was even more confused.

A small room, with no furnishings, except for a bed on which he was lying, only a stool was lonely on the side of the bed. Only the smell of medicine lingered in the air, lingering, and he smelled it.

Emperor Han Qing racked his brains and didn't find a trace of familiarity, as for how he came here, and why he was lying on this bed, he didn't know anything.

With a soft snort, accompanied by a tingling pain on his forehead, Emperor Han Qing had to stop thinking and lay on the bed staring straight at the ceiling in a daze.

By the way, why did my forehead suddenly hurt and touched the soothing forehead Emperor Han Qing was not only asking.

Just woke up, Emperor Han Qing felt that his thoughts were like a mess of paste, as long as he tried to think about things, his brain hurt terribly.

So now he's in a state of temporary amnesia.

It wasn't until an hour later that the state of chaos subsided. Emperor Han Qing tried to recall what had happened before he woke up.

After a short period of reminiscence, my mind froze on a strange snow-white boulder.

By the way, I was not on a snow-white boulder? I fainted several times on it, and the stone was very strange, white and large, as if there was no end, and there were cliffs around me, and I couldn't leave it, so I could only stay on it. The fog was so thick that you could only see a foot square.

I woke up a few times on the stone, why did I run to the bed now, Emperor Han Qing's face was unbelievable. This is too inconsistent with the law of the development of things, Emperor Han Qing thought.

As his memories deepened, Emperor Han Qing remembered more memories.

By the way, I also met an old man riding a green ox upside down on a snow-white stone, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and ran away on the ox. Didn't give me a chance to speak at all, and I talked to myself there for a long time, isn't it a fool?

Emperor Han Qing became more and more sure that what he encountered must be an old man with mental problems. Normal people who would ride a green ox upside down and talk to themselves on such a strange stone.

Emperor Han Qing suddenly admired himself a little, he dared to spin around on the strange stone, and he also dared to run around following the sound. It's really the ignorant who are fearless, don't you see that the old man will soar through the clouds?

Could it be a monster? Emperor Han Qing put forward his own conjecture, but quickly overturned his conjecture. If it was a monster, would the shemale let himself go and didn't hurt himself? But Emperor Han Qing was also full of joy, but that scene was too weird.

Wake up and suddenly be on an inexplicable stone, and then meet an old man who talks to himself inexplicably, and doesn't communicate with anyone the whole time.

As the memories deepened, Emperor Han Qing gradually remembered that the old man seemed to have been repeating an obscure sentence at that time.

The Tao is the way, the very way, the name is famous, the name is not the name.

Nameless, the beginning of all things, famous, the mother of all things.

Therefore, there is often no desire, to see its wonder, and there is often desire, to observe its subtlety.

These two are the same and have different names, the same name is the mystery, the mystery is mysterious, and the door of all wonders......

Emperor Han Qing counted it carefully, and sprinkled a full three thousand words. It's like taking root, all rooted in his mind, can't be erased, and the memory is deep.

But Emperor Han Qing tried to interpret the literal meaning, and after repeated scrutiny, he knew the general meaning.

That is, man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law, and the Tao is the nature.

The general idea is to follow the laws of the natural formation of all things in heaven and earth, go with the flow, and let others intervene. By perceiving heaven and earth, we find the one between heaven and earth, and then guide it to fill our body. Close to heaven and earth, heaven and earth naturally feed their own body, and then get the real body of glass, and heaven and earth will exist forever and share vitality. This question has always been something that the world wants to explore but cannot do. This is indescribable, only indescribable. That's why there is the Tao that gives birth to one, one life to two, two to three, and three to all things;

In the final analysis, it is a scripture that guides one's spiritual practice, telling one how to live in harmony with nature in order to attain eternal life. However, it was too vague and general, and Emperor Han Qing judged that it should be a general outline, which needed to complement and complement each other with the search for cultivation methods alone. Looking at its central idea, it should be the Tao of nature, pure and inaction.

Emperor Han Qing suddenly thought of a legend told by his grandmother when he was eight years old and followed his grandmother to Xiyan Mountain to pray for rain. I had almost forgotten it, but I suddenly remembered that the words on my grandmother's lips seemed to be similar to the scriptures I had heard.

At that time, my grandmother was invited by the village chief to pray for rain on the top of Xiyan Mountain.

Later, halfway up the mountain, my grandmother pointed to a white stone and said a legend that seemed to be related to this scripture.

Grandma pointed to a white stone and talked eloquently.

Legend has it that when the ancestor ascended, he passed through Xiyan Mountain and meditated cross-legged on a cyan boulder. Later, the merit was completed and the sutra was recited, but there was no one in the vicinity at that time. The bluestone under the seat inherits its merits and participates in the creation, glows with two vitality, and turns from green to white. Later generations called: West Rock Race Snow.

Rao is so or there is only a few words left, at that time my grandmother repeated a few words, that is: the Tao is the way, the name is famous.

Although later generations regretted that the Taoist ancestor had never passed on to the world when he practiced the perfect scriptures when he ascended, he never denied that the Taoist ancestor was amazing and gorgeous, creating a precedent for Taoist practice. It is precisely because of the forerunners that there are the stars of later generations.

At that time, my grandmother seemed to be quite regretful, and her voice was full of loss.

The fact that a complete Taoist scripture has not been handed down to the world has to be said to be a great loss for future generations. What is spread in the mouths of everyone is only the imperfect words left by the Taoist ancestor when he was young, when he created the exercises, and this has made many Taoist sects regard it as: truth.

With such a comparison, Emperor Han Qing suddenly had a crazy conjecture.

The strange old man who flew through the clouds and mist on the snow-white stone couldn't be Daozu himself? The 3,000 scriptures that are still fresh in my mind can't be the Dao Sutra, right?

Emperor Han Qing's mind became clearer and clearer, and he was also taken aback by his bold conjecture.

If the legend is true, all this is right. It was a perfect fit, and Emperor Han Qing opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

But all this is extremely unreasonable, is it because I have only been to Xiyan Saixue? Can I get the inheritance of the Taoist scriptures? Then why did my grandmother or others go to Xiyan Saixue and never heard of anyone getting the inheritance?

Emperor Han Qing had a question mark in his head.

Memory is a long corridor, and as the memory of one scene after another is opened, a light flashes through Emperor Han Qing's mind.

He remembered that he had prayed for rain when he was young and active, and that he had fallen on his forehead on the snow of the West Rock Race, and that the blood was pouring out, but soon the blood was gone, and his forehead was as clean as new. The fact that there is no scar is not an indication of the extraordinary.

Later, on a rainy night, in a trance, there seemed to be an ethereal voice "Dao" in my mind. If all this is as expected by reasoning, then it is actually the Dao Ancestor who left a complete Dao Sutra. It's just that there was no one around at that time, so I had to hastily seal it on the West Rock Saixue and leave it for someone who is destined.

Time flies, the years change, year after year, and the destined person has never appeared. Therefore, the Taoist scripture was never born until the appearance of Emperor Han Qing. There is also the fact that blood should be needed as an introduction to open the lineage, which can explain the reason why so many people have come and gone for so many years and no one has obtained it. Only Emperor Han Qing accidentally hit and accidentally opened the inheritance due to falling and bleeding due to fate.

This should only be the initial stage, because in addition to the rapid recovery of his wounds, Emperor Han Qing only had a "Dao" on a rainy night.

The accident of this attack may have been a condition for the full acquisition of the inheritance. But why this is so, Emperor Han Qing can't say. It is expected that it should be the first inheritance that was only sealed on the forehead, and this time the sealed inheritance was completely opened by mistake. There will be a scene where Daozu later enters a dream to send the inheritance, but in the dream, Emperor Han Qing was blocked by the strange atmosphere and didn't think about it.

At this time, the more he reasoned, the smoother it became, and Emperor Han Qing felt that he was close to the truth.

Raised his hand and touched his forehead, which was still intact. But the scene of the assassination is vivid, and there will be no fake.

Emperor Han Qing held back the faint pain in his forehead and laughed.

Seon lost his horse, but he didn't know if it was a blessing. I actually got the Tao Sutra,

There was a burst of cheerful ahhh