Such a dramatic reversal made the audience stunned.

Seeing this scene, the wise monk got up tremblingly, took off all the embroidered gold and silver clothes on his body, and left only the last layer of green cloth straight, stood up, and fled in a panic.

Zhao Qingfeng looked at Wen Zhiliang who fell to the ground with a kind face, he coughed lightly, and wisps of golden blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. He stared slightly, glanced at the statue of Tianzun, which had returned to normal at this moment, and said with a smile: "After worshipping the Heavenly Venerable who has saved suffering all his life, the poor Dao will be arrogant today." He hooked his fingers lightly and said with a smile: "Tianzun sees me." ”

Suddenly, Tianzun was like a hundred treasure glass, and the statue of the god that was originally made of a mountain stone sculpture actually opened his eyes at this moment, revealing the same expression as an ordinary person. The idol no longer had the previous color of compassion and compassion, his face changed, he smiled, and recited the Taiyi Lotus Sutra in his mouth.

Zhao Qingfeng closed his eyes and listened for a moment, and he also smiled, and the purple qi on his body was mighty, reaching into the sky.

He turned his gaze to look at Wen Zhiliang, who was at a loss at the moment, and said softly: "Zhiliang, the scenery on the second floor of Fengxiantai is infinite, and it is much better than the first floor. ”

Wen Zhiliang was silent, half-squatting and at a loss. He looked at Zhao Qingfeng, whose breath had gradually weakened, with a blank expression, and his steps moved lightly, but he took it back again.

After Zhao Qingfeng finished speaking, his eyes were full of reminiscence and regret, and he coughed lightly twice, his eyes full of exhaustion. He opened his mouth and said: "Zhiliang, as a teacher, I stopped at the scenery on the second floor, but I didn't dare to expect to climb up to the third floor to see the scenery of the true immortals. Third floor, ah......"

Zhao Qingfeng looked up at the sky again, his eyes were a little hopeful, he stretched out his left hand, beckoned to the sky, and then put it down helplessly. Looking at Wen Zhiliang's hesitant expression, he smiled slightly, his fingers moved lightly, as if calling, and he said softly: "Although I can't, you may not be able to." At the end of these words, although his tone was tired and weak, he was full of firmness at the moment.

He sighed lightly and said: "I have made a lot of mistakes in my life as a teacher, but I can still be a real person in the world." Zhao Qingfeng said this, his expression was quite complacent, and after a moment's breath, he said again: "Although I was wrong, I am still proud to have you as an apprentice in this life, as for her, I am still very guilty until now." Now it's good, go for the teacher to feather, and move your stumbling block, your Dao heart can be pure, when the time comes, you climbed the third floor of Feng Xiantai, see the heavenly scenery in the world, received the immortal seal, and became a free and easy Da Luo Jin Xian, don't forget to bring a pot of good wine to the teacher every year Qingming. ”

Zhao Qingfeng said this, his cough became more and more intense, and he smiled at the young man who was full of worry. With a flick of his finger, a green gourd fell from the sky, he opened the wine seal, and said to the young man: "Little layman, how about tasting this wine?"

Li Zhiyu listened to the words, he looked at Zhao Qingfeng with a pale expression blankly, and he really couldn't imagine that since this Taoist priest who had a dream of the Spring and Autumn Dao would stop here, he hesitated. Zhao Qingfeng didn't force it, and when the young man staggered over, he gently held Li Zhiyu's palm, and said softly: "Little layman, I once said that when you turn into a good person, I will teach you the secret method of the Daomen, and pass on the learning of the runes and seals of the Daomen scriptures, but now the old Taoist priest I am about to go to the underworld to teach the law and teach the scriptures, but I am going to break my promise!"

Zhao Qingfeng saw Li Zhiyu holding his palm with his backhand, he shook his head and smiled, and took out a green gourd from his waist. Opening the wine seal, he took a sip of the wine lightly, and handed the green gourd to the young man. Seeing that he had hope in his eyes, the young man couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only take the green gourd and swallow it with the help of alcohol.

Zhao Qingfeng smiled slightly: "How does it taste?"

The boy shook his head and swallowed the unswallowed drink. He looked kindly at the young man's frowning face, and the colorful glass in his hand.

"Little layman, poor Taoist cultivation all his life, when he is about to feather, he realizes what the Tao is all six ways, the yang god and the heavenly immortal. These small gifts should be regarded as a thank you gift for the poor way to make you ignorant. As he finished speaking, the light in his eyes dimmed. Without waiting for the young man to resist and react, he pressed the round Dao Fruit in his hand into the center of the young man's eyebrows.

When Zhao Qingfeng's five fingers hung down weakly, the young man realized that Zhao Qingfeng had passed on all the insights of his life to himself. He wanted to express his gratitude, but such a generous gift was like what Zhao Qingfeng said. When the Dao Fruit flowed through the hundred veins, the young man only felt that his body was warm and comfortable. In particular, the wine gas contained in the dantian is also going around the muscles and veins at this moment, and the two qi are each in one vein, and there are warm currents on both sides of the body. Zhao Qingfeng coughed lightly again, a lot of golden blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and the young man hurriedly stretched out his sleeves to wipe it when he saw this.

Zhao Qingfeng stopped it with his eyes. He trembled and raised his arms slightly, his fingers spread out, as if to block out the overly hot sun.

The young man hung his head sadly, and his eyes were red. Although he only has a few encounters with Zhao Qingfeng, he is really grateful to him in his heart. This gratitude cannot be expressed in words, but can only be kept in the bottom of his heart. When the ability is enough, he will repay this kindness, but now, the immortals have already driven the crane.

Wen Zhiliang looked at Zhao Qingfeng, who was in a shaded posture, his eyes were hollow and without charm. Slightly stiff, he walked over and gently hugged Zhao Qingfeng's body. He wiped his cheeks lightly with his sleeve, and then he realized that he had already burst into tears.

"Master!" Wen Zhiliang shouted in a low voice. He couldn't help but think of when Zhao Qingfeng led him out of the snow mountain thirty years ago, he asked him ignorantly, what was his name.

The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "Master!"

Wen Zhiliang saw Zhao Qingfeng feathering away at this moment, and only then did he understand what the word master was. It is not only the so-called teachers of the Confucian literati who preach and teach to solve doubts, but also can guide themselves out of the predicament when they reach the end of their journey. This is Master.

He trembled and picked up Zhao Qingfeng's gradually cold body, and threw it up with all his strength, reciting the heavenly Dao voice softly, and the mercy was immeasurable. The statue of the Heavenly Venerable of Salvation also rose at this moment, and he stretched out his palm to catch the Taoist priest who was already gradually falling. Qi Qi turned into nothingness, leaving only a piece of Taiyi Healing Lotus Sutra.

Wen Zhiliang's eyes were closed, and when he saw such a scene, he pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, spit out the mantra, knotted the wisdom fist seal, and recited the mantra of the Great Ri. After a burst of sounds, the dissipated wind and clouds gathered in one place again, and the sky rune seal was even more complicated.

At this moment, there is a Taoist priest who wants to ascend to Sendai for nine days.

Li Zhiyu could only see that Wen Zhiliang's face was faintly bright, or it was bruised, or vermilion, or Taoist purple was rising. His sleeves fluttered and swayed, full of immortal style.

Wen Zhiliangyang went out of his body and climbed the platform.

In the secluded courtyard of the deep palace, an old man with gray hair hung his head and was dozing off. Suddenly, the bell that had been silent for twenty years vibrated gently, and there was a pleasant ringing sound. The old man's confused eyes were full of clarity and excitement at the moment.

"Da Chu has been in the sinking for twenty years, and now there are finally saints coming out. The old man shouted excitedly, and ran out of the stargazing platform in a panic.

Let's talk about the Dongguo Mansion in Shouchun City, a man in his forties held a slightly yellowed ancient scroll and read it gently, and a woman walked into the door quickly and chuckled: "Your daughter has been walking for almost half a year, and you are sitting quite steadily as a father." ”

The man smiled helplessly, he put down the scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "Qingzi is free from you or me, I like to be comfortable and comfortable." It's even worse if I restrain her too much. Besides, didn't that kid from the Zhang family go to Meiping County to talk about the scriptures and preach? With him here, there is no need to worry too much. ”

After the man finished speaking, he smiled softly at the woman, his expression full of tenderness. If this appearance is seen by the soldiers of the northern country and Wu Yue, you have to scold Zhao Hengtong for a few words, what kind of fucking Confucian students are you pretending, full of poetry and etiquette!

"Hengtong, that person has become!" a white-clothed Taoist priest hurriedly ran into the house.

"Oh, is it done!" Zhao Hengtong's tone was slightly surprised, he raised his eyes and looked outside, with a slight yearning in his eyes.