Qingluo tapped his ears with both hands, and instantly felt a silence in the world!

All the good sounds are gone, and at the same time, all the noisy and evil sounds are gone!

Quiet!

It is the only sense of hearing in this world.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Qingluo's eyes, and countless characters from this world appeared in front of him!

He only looks at all beings in the world with a pair of eyes, and comprehends floating life with only one heart.

After that, in this world, chaos gradually appeared!

Immortal battles, intrigues, greed and lust, self-evident in the world!

In this world, there are plotters who dominate the hundred schools,

There are loving couples who don't show love in life and don't abandon in death,

There are kind people who take care of their relatives all their lives, and who have no grudges even though they die.

There are heroes who are jealous and hateful, and who are intolerable to evil,

There are people who start from the end of the micro and use the art of despicable to spread the name of the world but eventually sigh,

There are those who are cursed by the world, but can still be accepted with ease, and do not care much,

There are poor people who are gentle and young in white clothes before they are alive, and they are called evil souls after death,

There are those who have done good all their lives, but their hearts have been broken and their hearts have been broken and ashes,

There are infatuated lovers who have been interceding for thirteen years, only for one person, and there are people who are full of vicissitudes and are still young men after returning from sacrifice.

。。。。。。

There are countless countless stories, and everyone has their own ups and downs in life.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, there are only four kinds of human feelings, but there are thousands of four emotions.

Eighty-one years later, the world has been restored.

Qingluo also received his spiritual eyes and returned to his hearing.

In just a moment, the voices of heaven and earth entered the ears one after another.

Even if it is the chirping of an insect, a gust of wind, or a drop of water, you can hear it.

Eighty-one years into the old monk sat down, empty and clear.

There is a saying in the previous life: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart." ”

At this time, Qingluo had a deep understanding.

Seeing all kinds of love and hate in the world, his heart is already as if he has seen through the essence of the world, all love, hatred and resentment are just a conservation of gain and loss.

Gain, joy, joy, love, keep.

Loss, resentment, hatred, indignation, anger.

Qingluo's heart has now calmed down, and Ping tends to be stable.

In his previous life, he was an adult, and the various values in his previous life had already been formed, and although he had cultivated for thousands of years, he still had habits.

It's like a tall building!

It's determined by the foundation!

Even if the top is all kinds of high, after all, it can't determine the foundation, only the foundation can determine the height of the building.

Some people say that 100,000 years of cultivation is still not as good as a short memory of more than ten years?

The memories of these ten years are the foundation. Once a person's concept is formed, it is extremely difficult to change it!

Qingluo has passed through the world he knew in his previous life, his heart has entered the world, he is outside the world, his thoughts are accessible, his heart has no traction, and he finally fills in the foundation!

And the people who hugged the mountains and scattered them, and also brought their disciples out of this realm. Although no one has passed on the name of the mountain, it has penetrated into the hearts of the human race here and can never be forgotten.

And Qingluo was also stunned, and the Yuan Shen flew out.

The spirit reverted back to its original willow tree.

However, this willow tree is already psychic. It shook the branches and leaves to the green fallen spirit to say goodbye!

Qingluo Yuanshen flew out of this realm and entered the flesh!

The next moment, a powerful momentum rose to the sky, with vicissitudes, with gratitude, with a trace of the breath of order in the world!

Seeing this, the people of Hushan Sanren hurriedly saluted: "Congratulations to the seniors for their gains!"

Qingluo also opened his eyes, but the eyes that were once like stars have now become impossible to peep into, and the calm has been brought to the extreme!

He said slowly: "I need to thank you for this trip, the master and apprentice, and you don't need to mention any innate spirit treasures."

The two of us should be Taoist friends!"

He said this, not to be subject to spiritual treasures, but for cause and effect.

Called Taoist friends, it is because of the mountains and scattered people, after this trip, the Daluo realm, it is already expected!

When the people heard this, they saw Qingluo's flat and unquestionable tone, and they didn't say anything more, and only bent down and saluted.

Qingluo nodded and said, "In that case, let's leave it at that!"

Hugging the mountain naturally responds.

So, Qingluo collected these means and flew straight to Wanshou Mountain.

His realization in the small world this time is not only the realization of the state of mind, but also the understanding of the order!

It's just that this silk sequence still needs to be accumulated before it can lead to the realm.

A day later, in front of Wanshou Mountain.

Qingluo looked at this tall mountain range, although it was not the first time he had seen it, he still couldn't help but admire the majesty of this mountain!

He lowered the clouds and stepped up the mountain with respect on his face!

Yes, it's a step, step by step up the mountain.

No need to fly, no supernatural powers, and no shrinking spells, just like ordinary mortals, walk up the mountain step by step.

Without him, just because of the expression of respect for Zhenyuan Daxian!

This mountain is millions of feet high, and its up and down mountain roads are tortuous, and so on, no less than thousands of miles of footsteps!

However, Qingluo did not have a trace of impatience, just like an ordinary man walking on his feet.

He didn't directly transmit the sound into the mountain, nor did he bend his knees and humbly beg in front of the mountain, just walked without saying a word, walking in this vast mountain, all kinds of spiritual materials and elixirs, he wouldn't take a second look, or there were strange beasts to hinder him, but he still walked along the mountain road, not because they deviated from the mountain road by half an inch!

One hour, two hours, four hours, the sky has already darkened, the sun has set in the west, the sun has risen into the sky, and the light shines on the earth!

Under the moonlit night, Qingluo was still walking with his shadow on the mountain road.

He didn't let out the aura of Da Luo in a flamboyant way, nor did he deliberately conceal his cultivation, with Zhen Yuanzi's magical powers, he naturally discovered his presence a long time ago.

And Zhen Yuanzi, since tens of thousands of years ago, has closed the mountain gate.

To this day, the mountain gate has not been reopened.

No one knows why, no one dares to ask why, maybe only a few high saints know!

And Qingluo, even if he guessed that there might be a saint involved, he was imperative!

Because, before the catastrophe started, the saint had no reason to intervene directly.

If you come again in the future, in the midst of the catastrophe, the cause and effect will be difficult to calculate!

Or, lost the opportunity!

The moon is getting deeper, and it's getting lighter!

The sun is out again, and it is too cloudy and hidden.

Qingluo walked all the way, without a trace of stopping, without a trace of stagnation.

There was no trace of panic and anxiety either.

Nine days and nine nights later, Qingluo looked up at the front of him.

Wuzhuang view!

Three quaint patterns are engraved on the Guanyu, and the ancient atmosphere inadvertently revealed is awe-inspiring!

The immortal immortal mansion is the same longevity as the sky.

This seemingly casual couplet is a portrayal of Zhenyuan Daxian!

Qingluo did not stop even at this time.

Even when the view is closed, he still walks forward.

When he arrived in front of the gate, Qingluo finally stopped.

Nine days and nine nights, the pace of walking thousands of miles away finally stopped!

Qingluo said loudly: "The younger generation falls into the spirit mountain Qingluo, meet the great immortal!"

With that, he bent down and saluted!

The door is still closed.