"Neither begotten nor destroyed, formless and formless, without beginning or end... The foundation of eternal change is... Dao?"

He Miaomiao read the words, as if she knew something, but as if she didn't understand anything. There was a kind of accessibility in her heart, and when she thought about it carefully, she felt even more blurred, and the mysterious feeling made her forget where she was for a while.

Lao Dao saw that she was thoughtful, and his face was clear, he had been reciting this sutra every day for more than 30 years, and he had been able to recite it backwards, but he couldn't even call it half-understood, and he knew the mystery but didn't understand the true meaning.

She suddenly remembered that she had repeatedly recited when she was a child, 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, the Universe is Desolate', which has some similarities with this "Yuan Shi Tao Sutra".

"In this way, the essence of all things in heaven and earth and the laws of their natural cycles are the Tao. He Miaomiao frowned lightly, and looked at every word and line extremely seriously, and she didn't even notice that she was speaking softly.

"All things in heaven and earth are always in flux, and the Tao is the basic law... Man also needs to conform to nature in order to be able to survive in the world for a long time... Monasticism... It's not about strength and immortality. ”

He Miaomiao's mind was clear, and her eyes were amazingly bright.

"Powerful power and immortality are only incidental, external objects, and their roots are heaven and earth, laws, nature, and great avenues!"

Lao Dao looked at He Miaomiao with wide eyes, opened his mouth but did not say a word. There were doubts and shocks in his heart, but more than that, appreciation.

He Miaomiao was both surprised and delighted, flipped the yellowish paper with her bare hands, and read it extremely seriously word by word, the content of the Taoist Sutra was attractive, which made her fascinated and unable to extricate herself.

"There is a mixture of things, born congenitally, lonely, independent and unchanging, circumference and not death, can be the mother of the world. The formless form, the image without the image, is called trance. I don't know its name, the word is called 'Dao', and the name of Qiang is called 'big'. ”

He Miaomiao's mind suddenly appeared in a forgotten dream scene, but in a flash, she was caught, that kind of nothingness and chaos, isn't it just formless and imageless!

Could it be that the so-called 'Great Dao' was born long before the chaos? She couldn't be sure, but she was still excited.

The mysterious and powerful Xuanniao in the dream is also a natural thing born from the Tao, and the beginning of everything starts from the Tao.

"What is the origin of this book, and it contains such profound and mysterious things..."

The more He Miaomiao turned over, the more frightened he became, everything recorded in it was more precious than any jade slip in the immortal cultivation world. Although there is no more in-depth content in the follow-up, these are enough for her to study for a long time.

When the old Taoist heard this, his eyes seemed to see the distant past through the air, and he replied:

"This book of the Yuan Shi Tao Sutra... It is precisely because of this scripture that I have a yearning for freedom, leaving the mortal world, and only seeking a happy and casual life. ”

He Miaomiao had already written down all the words and sentences in the Taoist scriptures, closed them lightly, and listened to the old Taoist tell about the strangeness of that monk.

When he heard that the person could take things from the air and fly to the sky, He Miaomiao reacted that this powerful monk was a high-level monk, but the ordinary people of Daye called him differently.

"The priest was dressed simply, acted in an uninhibited manner, and was extremely free and casual, and I was fascinated by it. That kind of posture is like a fairy in the world, I can't draw a tiger into an anti-dog, but I am pursuing that realm. ”

"When he left, I knew that I would never see him again in this life, and I regretted but could not help it. Who knew that he had a fate with me, and left this sutra for me to study, and I have been reading it every day for more than 30 years, but I can't get a glimpse of the true meaning of it. ”

He Miaomiao listened carefully, and kept guessing in her heart, it was understandable that this monk's style of acting casually was understandable.

But the "Yuan Shi Dao Sutra" is so precious, at least in the entire Qinglang world, there will be no more inscrutable scriptures than this, how can he say that he will stay?

Even in the East, there is absolutely no such a classic existence, otherwise no matter how tightly it is covered, sooner or later it will spread throughout the world.

Who is this monk, who can easily give this book to the mundane?

Just when she was puzzled, she heard Lao Tao talk about another strange past.

"I didn't dare to accept such a precious thing, but Fang Shi didn't want to mention that he came to travel with his friends, and when he met someone who was destined to pass on his own classics, I didn't have to think about it. He said that friend was a Buddhist master, but I had never heard of it. ”

"He came and went without a trace, and after he left, I also left the imperial city, and no longer dealt with the world, and this classic is also only studied by you and two boys. As for whether the Buddhist master passed down the scriptures, I have no way of knowing. ”

He Miaomiao also heard of Buddhism for the first time, Lingnan and Dongfang are all cultivators, even if the evil cultivation and the hidden demon cultivation can be regarded as the same source, it is a monk who takes shortcuts and has bad intentions, derived from the Tao.

Since the high-level monks who preach the scriptures are friendly with the 'masters of Buddhism', does that mean that Buddhism is also a kind of cultivation?

But in retrospect, she had never heard of this kind of doorway for so many years.

Could it be that the master didn't find a suitable person to pass on the scriptures? Or did the person who got the scriptures go to hide somewhere to cultivate alone, just like the old Tao?

He Miaomiao felt that everything in the world was really too vast, and the tip of the iceberg she saw was already so wonderful, if one day she could really see the whole picture, she didn't know how shocking it would be.

She suddenly remembered what He Zhengchu had said back then, there were more and more complicated ways of cultivation in the outside world, but there was no channel for understanding in the Qinglang world, only speculation with a few words.

Could Buddhism, like Taoism, also be an extremely extensive means of cultivation in the outside world?

He Miaomiao's heart was fascinated, and once again she felt her own insignificance and the vastness of heaven and earth. And this time, in addition to awe and yearning, she no longer has a trace of pessimism and complaints, but has a clear mind, a clear state of mind, and a sense of ease.

"I have benefited a lot from this book, I have nothing to repay, I can only use this elixir in exchange for peace of mind, and please don't be polite to me. ”

He Miaomiao took out a medium-grade heart nourishing pill, the aura on it lingered, and the smell was refreshing, and he felt refreshed and his heart was very peaceful.

The Heart Nourishing Pill is also precious to Qi refining cultivators, and He Miaomiao only has three pills in her hand, but she is a little too little to write down other people's scriptures and classics.

But Lao Dao is a mortal after all, if he rashly gives the rest of the pills, it is easy to make mistakes. The Heart Nourishing Pill is extremely gentle, and it is also the effect of calming the heart and clearing the mind, even if you swallow a pill, there will be nothing wrong with it.

Although Lao Dao didn't know what it was, he could also see that it was precious, but seeing that He Miaomiao was adamant, he no longer pretended to shirk politeness, and put it in his sleeve pocket with the jade bottle prepared by He Miaomiao.

The two of them handed and received it naturally, as if nothing had happened, and then discussed the content of the Taoist Sutra.