The bamboo building of Wang An's house is indeed very quiet.

Guo Rong sat in it, listening to the cicadas and frogs chirping outside, looking at the book in his hand, and nodding from time to time.

Through these collections, Guo Rong generally understood where he was.

This so-called Great Yan Xuanguo is a holy place called Xuanqing Holy Land.

The Xuanqing Holy Land, located in the Xuanqing Immortal Mountain, has been rooted in the local area for nearly 6,000 years.

Six thousand years is a long time for mortals.

However, for the Holy Land, 6,000 years, even the time for weaning, is far from coming.

Therefore, the Xuanqing Holy Land only supported the three Xuanguo countries, relying on the Xuanqing Immortal Mountain, to defend the territory of these thousands of miles.

And apart from these contents, there is almost nothing else in these books about the Xuan Kingdom.

The vast majority of them are the content of this so-called Great Yan Xuanguo.

The introductions are also some customs and local landscapes, which made Guo Rong have a little rough impression of this Xuan country.

Putting down the last book in his hand, Guo Rong suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

"Interesting!" he stood up and pushed open the door, only to see that there was fog outside the bamboo building.

A hazy mist pervades the whole world, hiding everything behind it.

And that strange fragrance escaped from this mist.

Guo Rong stretched out his hand slightly, took a handful of mist, held it in his hand, and looked at it fixedly.

What kind of fog do you see?

It's clearly the smoke after the sandalwood burns!

Guo Rong looked at it, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "What kind of bull ghost snake god, can run out and wander around!"

He looked forward, and he saw that in the mist, there was a little firelight, and it wandered and drifted like fireflies.

But that's not an ordinary lamp.

It is the fire of Tao and reason.

And, as the fog filled, the fires became more and more flaring, and gradually, the whole world seemed to become an oil painting.

In the thick fog, countless fireflies flickered with a little light.

Guo Rong looked at it, and finally his expression became serious, especially when he saw that from not far from the bamboo building, a sentence word also staggered out and entered the mist, he couldn't sit still anymore.

The little Xuanwu, who had been sleeping quietly on his stomach in Guo Rong's pupils, also seemed to sense something, and a small head stretched out from his pupils.

"Do you feel it too?" asked Guo Rong.

Little Xuanwu babbled a few times.

"Young people now......" Guo Rong shook his head: "It's really getting bolder and bolder, I don't know how thick the sky is!"

"Come!" Guo Rong beckoned, and Xiao Xuanwu fell from his pupils to his hand.

"Obediently let go of your spirituality, I'll borrow your body to use!" Guo Rong flicked its little head, and Xiao Xuanwu immediately nodded smartly, so he gathered all his spirituality, and his entire body immediately dissipated into a halo composed of Tao and reason.

Guo Rong casually used his spirit to hold this halo, and then used his hand as a pen to write it into a word: Cha!

Then he stretched out the word and kneaded it, just like a pastry chef kneading the dough, and from time to time stuffed the words into the word.

As a result, this word gradually shines brightly, blooming with infinite Tao and reason.

Immediately, Guo Rong loosened the suppression and restraint of this word, and suddenly, as if he felt some kind of inspiration or smelled some kind of deliciousness, he flew up from in front of Guo Rong lightly, and slowly floated towards the mist.

"Sure enough!" Guo Rong sneered, closed his eyes, and used his mind to communicate the word Cha.

So, he saw a new world.

One after another, big red lanterns, hung all over the shops on both sides of the street.

Sandalwood, permeating the air.

A meandering river crosses the side of the street and a bridge spans both banks.

Boats float through the river.

Countless people, walking through this bustling street.

Suddenly, a melodious bell rang from afar.

So, all the pedestrians stopped one after another, and even the painting boat in the river stopped moving forward at the moment when the bell rang.

Countless men, women, and children all faced a certain direction, took out a letter incense stick from their bodies, held it in their hands, and kowtowed in that direction: "Grandpa Chenghuang bless my family with safety, no disasters and no disasters!"

With the prayers of these men, the incense of faith in their hands burned without fire.

When the incense was burned, these people dared to get up.

The whole world has also returned to normal.

Pedestrians continue to hurry forward, the painting boat is still singing and dancing, and the restaurant continues to be drunk and golden.

At this time, a little girl, carrying a bamboo basket full of letter incense, cautiously walked in front of Guo Rong, and a smile appeared on her innocent and bright little face: "Guest officer, do you want to buy some letter incense?"

"Today is the 3,000-year-old birthday of Anyang Chenghuang, if today, burn incense and pray, the effect is ten times that of the past!"

"Grandpa Chenghuang has great powers, and he will be able to make the guest officer get his wish!"

Guo Rong listened, but as if he hadn't heard it, he turned a deaf ear, just raised his foot and collapsed from the little girl.

To be exact, stepping on it!

And the reason why it is described as collapse is because when his foot stepped on the little girl, it was like stepping on a cloud of air.

There is no physical touch, and there are no obstacles.

Even the little girl herself didn't feel anything wrong.

The little girl's face just changed, looking at Guo Rong who was gradually moving away, the originally pure and clear cute big eyes, as if they were infected by something, suddenly turned red, so she screamed: "There is a foreigner here who is disrespectful to Grandpa Chenghuang!"

Immediately, everyone on the street turned their heads.

Everyone glared angrily, as if they were disrespectful to the city god, which was a violation of the rules of heaven and an offense to all of them.

Even the painting boats in the river, the flowery girls in the restaurants, and the pot-bellied merchants all poked their heads out of the windows, and their eyes were red, like the eyes of a beast that lit up from the darkness.

As a result, even the air seemed to be filled with a strange and terrifying atmosphere, and the temperature dropped several degrees directly.

But Guo Rong still ignored it and walked straight forward.

As a result, these people were thoroughly enraged.

Everyone's faces became extremely hideous in this instant, and hundreds and thousands of people surrounded them from all directions.

Everyone's eyes began to bleed and weep.

"Disrespectful to the Chenghuang, damn it! Damn it!"

"Kneel down and pray to the city god to apologize!"

"The ungodly will be cut by a thousand cuts!"

The shouts of thousands of people rang out from all directions.

And it's getting more and more intense, more and more ferocious!

Even the river began to be dyed with an ominous color at this moment.

Guo Rong looked at the crowd coming from all directions and listened to the scolding.

Finally, it was difficult to sit down, and he raised his eyebrows: "It's endless, isn't it?!"

"I still kicked my nose in the face, I don't know how to lift it!?"

As a result, his body began to overflow with a trace of mystical rhyme.

Words overflowed from the bones of his limbs.

In every word, it is as if there is a supreme saint sitting upright.

Countless chantings rang out from the words.

"Subtlety is the examination of the judgment!"

"The so-called inspector is just a review!"

"The saint does not check the existence and death, but investigates the reason!"

"The prison of the small and the big, although it can't be detected, it must be loved!"

As a result, an infinite amount of righteousness escaped from these chants, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing endless ripples in an instant.

The whole world seems to be lit up by these chantings.

It is like a sun rising in the sky of this world, illuminating and warming all things.

It's dawn!

As a result, all the ghosts and spirits melted quickly, just like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

At first it was architecture.

Shop after shop, house after house, like a melted candle, turned into puddles of liquid, and then quickly evaporated.

Then there is the river.

The meandering river was evaporated in an instant as if a drop of water had fallen into a furnace.

And then there are the people......

Haoran righteousness, like the scorching sun, scorched their bodies.

Let them let out a terrible scream one by one, and countless green smoke came out of these 'people'.

But that's just the beginning!

The chanting did not stop.

There is a new voice of the saint, which has begun to echo in this world.

"If you look at yourself, you can know others, you can know the past by looking at the present, and the past and the present are the same!" The loud chant was like a hurricane in an instant, sweeping the whole world.

As a result, a huge Dharma Eye opened in the heavenly dome of this world.

The eye of the law is ruthless, only deciding right and wrong, and only judging right and wrong.

Then He proclaimed loudly: "The so-called one punishment has no rank!"

"The Immortal Emperor broke the law and was punished with the same punishment as mortals!"

"Ahh

Infinite shackles fell from the heavens, and then dragged a god in a crimson robe and a crown on his head out of the ground.

Countless torture whips appeared from all directions, whipping the god continuously.

The crystal clear divine blood fell in large drops, and the divine body of the god immediately cracked countless openings, and the divine blood gushed out like a spring.

"Confucianism is holy!"

"Legalist pioneer!"

"Impossible!" the god cried out in fear, "impossible!"

But he couldn't say anything else.

Because, there are lightning and thunder, born from the eyes of the Dharma, just a twist, the divine body of this god is wrenched into pieces, and the blood of the gods in the sky falls from the heavenly dome and falls to the ground, and then it turns into a little starlight, sinks into the ground, and disappears.

With a huge magic eye on his head, and countless words around him, the majestic righteousness intertwined from it.

Guo Rong looks at the world again.

Everything has been cleaned!

The streets, shops, pedestrians, boats, rivers, and lanterns have all disappeared cleanly.

The whole world is white and clear.

"Isn't it good to live?" Guo Rong looked at this world that had been cleaned up and sighed, "Do you have to come out and die?!"

"Who gave you the guts?!"

"Huh?!"

And at this time, one figure after another began to appear in this world.

Then, they slowly became 'people' made up of words.

Some 'people' have hundreds of words in their bodies.

But there are also 'human' bodies with only one word.

However, all the 'people' looked at the world in front of them tremblingly, looking at the giant pupils as huge, majestic, cold, and ruthless as the sun on the head, and the majestic righteousness around the body was intertwined with countless rhymes, and the body was filled and embraced, like a king, like a master-like figure, trembling and curling up.

"What is this?" Anyone who didn't understand was about to cry, and he saw everything in his eyes and remembered it deeply, which made him fear and tremble, so much so that even his body began to fall apart.

"This is the subtle words of a saint!" There was a text that looked quite powerful, and his eyes were full of worship and awe: "Moreover, it is also an invincible saint who cultivates both Confucianism and law!"

"This saint, I'm afraid that even in the Immortal Dynasty in the center of Zhongzhou, he is also a supreme existence!"

"How did such an existence come to us?"

The saint is merciful, has the heart of all the people, and is born by the people.

But there are also thunder means, thunderbolt powers.

Suppress all kinds of demons and evils, and eliminate all kinds of heresies!

But when others listened, they didn't know what this person meant.

So, a criminal word cautiously asked: "Dare to ask, what is the meaning of small words?"

"The ...... of the powerful text sighed with emotion, and whispered: "The so-called small words and righteousness are a kind of legend......

"It is said that among the saints, there is a kind of supreme saint who occupies many paths and glimpses countless truths......

"Their ways and principles are as bright as the stars, endless, and mortals cannot understand a single word of them in their lives......"

"Legend has it that this is because the supreme saint condensed his own truth into words!"

"There are countless interpretations in every word, and there is endless wisdom!"

"When it comes out, it is the supreme avenue!"

"One word is enough to town the country!"

"One word is enough to rejuvenate the country!"

"One word is enough to destroy the country!"

"Every saint of this kind is invincible!"

"Even if you are an Immortal Emperor and a Divine Emperor, you must treat each other as a guest, and you don't dare to slack off!"

Hearing the words of punishment, the font was a little loose, and my mind was a little uneasy.

"I see...... other words are trembling and trembling.