The chaos is divided into Pangu first, and the Taiji two instruments are hung with four elephants,

Zitian is ugly, and the people are out, and the beast is suffering from Chaoxian.

Suiren takes fire to avoid fresh food, and before Fuxi draws hexagram yin and yang,

Shennong governs the world and tastes a hundred herbs, and Xuanyuan Lile Marriage Alliance.

Shaohao Five Emperors and People's Things, King Yu Controls the Water and Floods,

Chengping enjoys the country to four hundred, and the king has no way to do it.

- "Romance of the Gods"

In the south of the West Sea, on the shore of quicksand, after the red water, before the black water, there is a big mountain, which is called the hill of Kunlun.

The void of Kunlun in the sea is in the northwest and underground. The void of Kunlun, eight hundred miles square, ten thousand miles high.

Since the birth of all things out of chaos, from the barren land, the creatures are rare, to the prosperity of the world, the soup and the soup are prosperous, the stars have changed, and the vicissitudes of the sea have changed, but the status of Kunlun Shenshan has never changed.

Drive the east of the river into the sea, and control the five mountains and mountains. The ancestor of all mountains, the holy land of the world.

The land of the far west is covered with snow and extremely cold, but it still does not change its grace and luxury.

Those who are good at deriving the heavenly machine and stargazing calculations, concentrating on the sky from afar, the world's luck is in full view, and the eight directions of life are in the palm of their hands.

However, after a little inventory and comparison, you can know that among the many famous mountains and rivers and caves, the level of luck must be Kunlun in the first place.

I don't know the past, but just talking about this world, let's ask which Taoist doesn't know, Kunlun is the place where Taoism is expounded, and it is also the dojo of Yuqing Juqing Qingwei Tiansheng Yuan Tianzun Dao Ancestor.

Only this, Kunlun is the ancestor of all mountains, and it should be!

In October, heavy snow blows in the cold wind.

From a distance, the mountains, the sky, and the earth clearly do not have any boundaries, only a white expanse, enveloping everything. It was as if chaos was rising, and everything was not separated.

The wooden door on the outer wall of the Taoist temple hidden in the haze on the mountain shook slightly, and a crack opened with a "squeak".

A young gray-robed Taoist walked out from behind the door.

Today is the day when the gray-robed Taoist cleans the mountain road according to the rules of the Taoist temple.

The Taoist held a bamboo broom more than one person high in his hand, his eyes swept a few times in this white sky, and muttered to himself:

"This Kunlun Mountain does not see the sun all year round, the wind and snow are raging, covering the four fields, it is really a wonderful land in the world!"

A smile appeared on the face of this Taoist priest in his early twenties, and he said,

"If it weren't for the mountain rules for me to clean the mountain road on October every year, I'm afraid I wouldn't even pay attention to the change of the year and month. ”

As he spoke, he took out a hand that didn't hold a bamboo broom and gently closed the door.,Out of the hall alone.。。

The Taoist walked forward briskly for dozens of steps, came to a cliff, and stopped.

Looking down from the cliff, there is a mountain road that leads straight to the bottom of the mountain with no end in sight, and the Taoist people do not hesitate to clean the mountain road one by one.

The heavy snow was like a piece of paper slapping on the head of the Taoist, instantly turning into white water, and quickly turning into a puff of light smoke, as if snowflakes fell into the hot summer of July.

The ground swept by the gray-clothed Taoist first revealed a layer of smooth glaze-like frozen ice, and then as the sweeper left, it was covered with large snowflakes of paper, and after a while, a thick layer of snow would be piled up.

The Taoist who swept the floor didn't care about this, and swept his head down without looking back.

..........

After half a day, the sky was slightly clearer, and the Taoists had already descended from the top of the mountain to the halfway up the mountain.

From a distance, in the desert white mountains, a path from the mountain to the mountainside gradually appeared.

Although the cleaned trails are mostly the same color as the snow, the light-colored bluestone paths are already looming under the light snow. The touch of gray on the stone road is the sweeper himself.

The gray-clothed Taoist swept halfway up the mountain and looked back at the mountain. Seeing that the wind and snow gradually covered the road, I couldn't help but shake my head a few times.

"Since I came here to practice, the seven emotions and six desires seem to have been melted clean by this whiteness, and I have never thought about it again. ”

"That's right, I don't know how many years have passed, but it feels as short as yesterday to today. ”

The Taoist looked up at the sky, only to see a few snow eagles above his head screaming and flying by, disappearing in an instant, the Taoist looked at the direction of a few snow eagles, and smiled,

"Speaking of which, I learned some skills. ”

While the Taoist was talking, several layers of stone steps were cleared out of the appearance of bluestone.

"Such a day is ordinary and satisfying, and I shouldn't have any complaints. But ......"

The Taoist seemed to suddenly think of something, the movements in his hands stopped, his plain face was slightly solemn, his eyebrows were slightly locked, and he muttered to himself,

"I don't know what's going on, but in the past month or two, there seems to be some demons quietly spreading in my heart, like a nightmare. There were a few days when I meditated for one night and the next day I was in a cold sweat for no reason, and I was restless, but there was nothing wrong with thinking about it."

"But there is really no vision when it doesn't have a seizure, but once it happens, it's far from being so simple, and the immortal who has cultivated to perfection has tortured it so that his hands and feet are cold, dizzy, trance-like, and weak, and it seems to have returned to the state of mortal illness in an instant. ”

"This is not something that ordinary restlessness can bring! What the hell is this!"

"Or ........"

The gray-clothed Taoist stared at him, touched his chin and said,

"What is the harbinger of something?"

Since this gray-clothed Taoist went to the mountains to cultivate, he lived in a simple place, spoke little, rarely communicated with his senior brothers, and his news was closed, which was far from other normal senior brothers.

It sounds better, but the gray-clothed Taoist doesn't like to go to the eight sides of the exquisite, left and right, and only concentrate on cultivating.

To put it mildly, it means that it does not understand the world.

People say: It is okay to die when you hear the truth.

The only thing that the gray-clothed Taoist people want is to cultivate the Tao.

It is precisely because the Taoist has little communication with other senior brothers that even though the Taoist is very uneasy in his heart, he does not think about asking anyone.

There is no way to verify it, so I have to wait for it to change.

The Taoist thought had just come to this, and suddenly the broom in his hand shook.

Whatever he said, the Taoist suddenly felt a faint pain in his heart, and the uneasiness that had been haunting him for the past few days quietly surfaced in his heart.

The harder the Taoist thought about it, the more obvious the strange feeling in his heart became, like a fireball, it swelled more and more, and the feeling of confusion was clouded in his mind and could not be removed.

That kind of uneasiness only stirs people's minds unsettled, like excessive drinking, and like seasickness.

It wasn't until I don't know how long it took for my brain to be clouded, and the Taoist woke up buzzing.

At this time, the gray-clothed Daoist's face was already covered with beads of sweat, which seemed to be caused by fatigue and mental consumption, and then looked behind him, the stone steps at his heels had a layer of ice and snow, and he had obviously stayed for a long time.

The gray-clothed Daoist was in a daze, and he knew in his heart that he had just entered the taboo of the state of mind, his mind did not hold the true soul, and the defense of the Yuan Shen was flawed.

If it's a little more serious, it's going crazy!

This nightmare in the dark is so disturbing.

The Taoist hurriedly lifted a breath of immortal qi, pinched the trick in his hand, and said something in his mouth,

"Daoyan: In the past, in the first year of the dragon, a hundred gods traveled with •••••, and it was desirable to be born. ”

With the silent recitation of a scripture, the dullness in the Taoist's mind gradually dissipated, as if a breeze was blowing through the heart, and the mind gradually settled down.

The gray-clothed Daoist showed a haze on his face, and his palms were unconsciously clenched together.

Although this volume of the Jade Meditation Sutra can provide temporary relief from symptoms, it is not a long-term solution.

This nightmare comes completely irregularly, and now it's okay to clear the snow, if it's a practice, wouldn't it be a bad thing?

We must find a way to deal with this matter one day!

The Taoist thought for a long time, relieved himself, retracted his mind, wiped the cold sweat remaining on his forehead, exhaled lightly, and then continued to clean.

At this time, the ice and snow on the stone steps behind him were also a little thicker.

Kunlun Mountain has only one color in the sky during the day, the sun and clouds are hidden in the sky, the difference between day and night, and there is only the difference between clear and dark sky, sunset and sunrise, but I don't know how long I haven't seen it. Such a landscape, under the whole world, only Kunlun is a mountain.

The Taoist concentrated on cleaning, and I don't know how long, seeing that he was close to the foot of the mountain, the wind and snow and the cold did not decrease in the slightest, but this day quietly darkened.

The wind and snow also seemed to become more biting in the evening sky, whirring and whistling.

A smile appeared on the Taoist's face, knowing that today's business was about to be done.

Then he smiled and said, today's thing, isn't it this year's thing?

Those who cultivate the Tao have cultivated for a long time, and they will pass the year as a day.

"Huh!"

"The one in front is Senior Brother Huanglong?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

"Who!"

The Taoist suddenly heard the words of the person, and turned his head to the ground vigilantly and glanced away.

The snow was drifting, the cold wind was bone-chilling, and I saw a young Taoist in a brocade robe standing with his hands in his hands.