The rain and fog are misty, and the wind rises, crossing thousands of mountains.

The road is coming to an end.

Outside the Taixu Mountain, the figure of a Taoist was manifested.

Li Pichen came here, lifted his hat, and looked into the distance.

It was a river bank, so big that there was no edge, and there were mountains on both sides, like a knife and an axe, with sharp edges and corners.

It's like a door, and the river is like a road, with clouds and smoke lingering in it, and the fog is hazy, and you can't see the true face behind it.

The pine hides the clouds, and the clouds give birth to pines.

The peak is hidden in the fog, and the fog lingers on the peak.

Like the long river leading to the other side, at the end of that is the time before the ages, as long as it is crossed, it can become history.

A place of great danger, a place of life and creation.

Li Bichen took out a wooden card, on which there was a flash of brilliance, and the word Longhua became more and more distinct.

The entrance of Taixu Mountain to the boundless sea is about to arrive.

Ordinary people say that if you read 10,000 books, you will travel 10,000 miles. But along the way, I have seen, understood, and experienced much more than I have gained in books.

Li Bichen raised his head and looked at the mountains and clouds in the distance.

The half-hidden door in his heart seemed to be about to open, Shi Lingming pushed half of it open for himself, and the remaining half was to be pushed open by himself.

Shi Lingming is just an introduction, the most important thing is still on himself, but if there is no introduction, he may not be able to push the door in his happiness.

Li Pichen came to the riverbank, there are many huge rocks in this place, and there is no place to moor a boat, but this is also of course, he is going to Taixu Mountain this time, if there is a mortal ferry that can go to the immortal holy realm, wouldn't it be smiling and generous?

This is not Lingyundu, and there is no boat to guide the Buddha.

Taixu Mountain is behind this piece of sword peak, hidden in the blessed land realm, it is difficult for mortals to see, even if they cross this river, they are not allowed to peep, they can only reach another mortal place.

As the saying goes, those who have no fate are not allowed to see each other, and those who are destined will naturally come to you.

Li Pichen stepped on the green mud and stepped out, and in front of him, on the boulder, there were anglers in the river, and the bamboo pole in his hand trembled, and from time to time he pulled up a big fish from the river and set off a splash.

It's time for the past.

Li Bichen thought so, his body moved, and at this time, there were two anglers beside him, which attracted Li Bichen's attention.

One of the anglers shook his bamboo pole and dragged a white fish out of the river, but he only glanced at it and put the white fish back into the water, while another sat beside him, motionless with the bamboo rod in his hand, and waited a little longer, and when he lifted the rod, he found that it was a straight hook.

Straight hook, learn ginger teeth?

Li Pichen felt amused, and that had never passed, but at this time, he heard the young angler sigh and say:

"I'm not going to catch a white fish, I'm going to catch a white dragon. ”

"There's a white dragon in this river, but I haven't been able to catch it. ”

After Li Bichen listened to his words, at this time, the young angler was next to him, and the old angler spoke again.

The old angler said: "Those who wish to take the bait, it is a blessing to catch it, and if you can't catch it, it should be a rest, and whether you are willing or unwilling is just between your own thoughts." ”

The young angler sighed at this time and said to the old angler: "Mr. Lu, how can you catch the fish you want if you are so scattered?"

The old angler laughed and said to the young angler: "Brother Ziming, you are too persistent, it is indeed a little too much. ”

"How am I overdoing it?"

"Because your heart is full of desires. ”

The two of them asked and answered.

The old fisherman laughed, and he lifted the bamboo pole out of the river, and there was nothing left on it, only the straight hook.

"I have no desires, I want to fish in the river, but I want to have a good time, the fish are hooked, and if they are not hooked, they come and go, and they just follow themselves. ”

"Ziming, you hope to catch the white dragon, this is the desire, the dragon, that can peep into people's hearts, it feels your malice, how can it be willing to take the bait? ”

The old angler said slowly, while the young angler shook his head: "Superficial, Mr. Lu's fishing method, if you don't fight, how can you catch a dragon?"

"If the dragon is unwilling to get on your fishing rod, it means that you have broken the sky, and everything you put in your mind is ethereal, and you can't catch it. ”

"If you don't give it a try, how do you know that you can't catch a dragon? Mr. Lu is not a white dragon, how can he know the thoughts of a white dragon?"

The young angler refuted and shook his head again and again, completely disagreeing with the old angler's statement, and the old angler just smiled: "Lingming is like a god, Zhou is as light as an abyss, I think my fishing method is closer to fate, you want to fight, but don't fight for the head to break the blood." ”

He said with a smile, and the young angler laughed: "Even if my head is broken and bleeding, I am also willing." There are some things that have to be fought over. ”

"If everything is as Mr. Lu said, let it be, I think it is too much, sometimes, you can't fight, then let it be, if you can fight, then why don't we fight?"

The two anglers spoke to each other, and Li Bichen listened quietly, what Mr. Lu said was also reasonable, and what the young angler said was even more reasonable.

Although the fate is important, what should be yours is yours, but sometimes, it also depends on people, if you don't give it a try, how do you know that you don't have a fate?

Lingming.... The spirit of the body is clearly called the heart, which is clear and clean, and does not stain half of the distracting thoughts.

The guests in the river only heard the words of the two.

Mr. Lu, Zi Mingjun.

Li Bichen felt as if the half of the door in his heart was about to be pushed open, but there was always something missing.

Since you are going to Hongchen for the second time, you should understand many things.

With a light step, Li Pichen came to a tall rock on the bank of the river, this rock is like a big leaf, stretching outward, looking extremely precipitous, and it is precisely because of this that there are no anglers here.

Fingers flicked lightly in the void, and there seemed to be ripples in them.

Faintly, in the sword valley of the rivers and mountains, there was a melodious flute sounding.

Mr. Lu took out a wooden flute from his arms, and the old face was hidden under the hat, humming softly at this time, and there was a melodious flute sound from the wooden flute.

It's like a dream, it's like a female voice.... It's indifferent, and it's hard to say, like autumn rain, melancholy to the extreme.

This tune is a little sad, as if it is lamenting the stumbling of the world and the ruthlessness of the years.

cut off the past and messed up people's hearts.

The song echoes through the valley. I don't know where to go, but this sound is endless, like an ancient whisper, and like a dream of Nanke, which makes people in a trance and uncertain.

Gong Shang Yin, Jiaohui language, its sound is insignificant, as if someone has ascended to the sky.

Li Bichen's eyes looked towards the river, and in the turbulent water, it was as if something had jumped out.

Before I knew it, I was humming through my nose.

With this hum, the river below suddenly surged, and the originally sad and melodious flute sound was gradually changing.

Li Bichen looked at the hazy fog in front of him, and he didn't know that there were tens of thousands of zhang high Sword Peak, his eyes were leisurely, and with the change of tune, the sound of the river hitting the bank and cracking the stones below also merged with the flute sound.

The tune is changing, and so is the flute.

The water was rushing, getting bigger and bigger, and the flute sound began to become rapid and thick, completely contrary to the previous melodiousness, and at this time, there seemed to be a killing breath in this sound!

Lu Gong's forehead was oozing with sweat, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and in his ears, he could clearly hear the humming sound, he didn't know who was singing, but this tune made him unable to extricate himself.

This must be chanted with the sound of a flute.

His body began to shake, and the sound of the flute gradually became high-pitched, and Li Bichen stood on the sword rock, with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed, and all the distracting thoughts in his heart disappeared, and all that was left was only the sound in his ears.

Along the way, the things of the past have turned into dust, and if you wake up from this dream, it will be a thousand years.

The half-concealed portal was gradually pushed open, and at this moment, as those tunes were hummed, the mind reached an ethereal realm that had never been seen before.

In an instant, it was as if everything had become small, and in his eyes, a monkey appeared.

Under the heart peach tree, on the side of the three mes, the heart ape showed its face from the tree, and at the same time, the three self all raised their heads, and the six eyes captured his mind, making the heart ape tremble.

The peach wood trembled, the heart ape fell, and the three of them got up, and at this time they all stretched out a hand.

The monkey raised its head and was held down by three palms.

The true self surrenders to the ape, fixes on the past, and is not disturbed by the evil law.

The self surrenders to the ape, fixes this life, and does not be taken advantage of by outsiders.

I surrender to the ape, fix the afterlife, and not be fascinated by the illusion.

When the three I put my palm on the monkey's head, just this one, watch the monkey kneel down and bow down to the three me, one me and three bows, a total of nine bows and nine bows.

The real self laughs, the self bows the head, and I don't say anything.

At this moment, the six ears have turned into a spirit.

So at this moment, Li Bichen opened his eyes.

"Wow!"

The waves rolled up, smashed on the mountain, slapped the sword peak, countless white waves seemed to be sword qi roaring, and the mighty sound was like thunder, but in the middle, there was a long sound suddenly high-pitched!

And at this same moment, Lu Gong's flute also reached its peak climax in an instant!

Long tone, flute sound!

That's the way to drink the dragon's chant!

A white practice broke through the river, Li Bichen stepped on it, and at this time, a person stood in the water, and countless white waves gathered below, turning into a white dragon at this time!

The river is endless, flowing eastward into the sea;

Ten thousand sand gathered and turned into a jade platform;

The sword peak opens the sky, and the town has been in the world for thousands of years;

The clouds cover the fog and become this immortal pass.

The white dragon got up, and at this time the immortal went away, and the countless streams of water converged, turning into dragon scales and dragon whiskers, and in this big river, the waves suddenly surged, and the wind and rain came together!

"Dragon!"

"White Dragon!"

Ziming stood up suddenly, the fishing rod in his hand slipped off, and at this moment, Lu Gong put down the flute in his hand and watched the white dragon leave, and his eyes stopped slightly, and suddenly saw a figure standing on the top of the white dragon.

The young Taoist held his hands on his shoulders, humming a tune in this life, and the melodious voice came, across the river, but it came into his ears without any mistakes, and it was the flute music before.

I see!

Lu Gong suddenly suddenly, and at the same time, his whole body was trembling, and at the end, Changtian smiled: "In the world today, who has the song of immortals?

"A dragon groan, a shout! Thank you for giving me a song!"

He stood up and shook his head as the white dragon melted into the clouds, and above the dragon, the immortal seemed to turn around and smile at him.

There was a voice in his ears, and Lu Gong heard it clearly.

"The clouds and mountains are clear and clear, and the fairy heart is a water dragon. ”