Eight hundred miles away from the blessed land of Biyun, there is a mountain peak with a height of more than 300 zhang, called Dongyuan Mountain.

There is a mountain stream in Dongyuan Mountain, called Jiuyuan, ancient trees stand on both sides, strange rocks are craggy, the mountain is steep, the old vine climbs the rock, for ordinary people, there is no road that can be passed at all, but among the nine abysses, there is a simple Taoist temple, located in the place where the Qing and Ming countries meet.

This temple looks like it has been around for some years, and it has not been repaired for a long time, the corners of the white walls have revealed the green bricks inside, and many places are still covered with moss, and the verdant vines climb on the walls of the Taoist temple.

The two gates, which were supposed to be black, have long been painted, and a beautiful plaque carved with good red sandalwood on the door is written with three gilt characters of 'Donglingguan', but now the gold paint on the three words has faded a lot, and it is a little grayish.

"Who will realize the big dream? I know it in my life. It's really lively today, all kinds of demons and monsters have come to my Dongyuan Mountain to join in the fun!"

A chuckle sounded, the slightly old voice was a little low, but the words were like bells and drums, echoing inside and outside the Dongyuan Mountain, and at the same time in a crane hair and childish face, the frosty old man walked out of the Taoist temple, the top was steaming with Taoist clouds, three lotus flowers seemed to open and closed, and all kinds of incredible scenes evolved around the clouds, the red dust was like a dream bubble, and the natural mountains and rivers were like mirages, fleeting, the silver whiskers in their hands were dusty, and they were shaking in the air, and the silver filaments turned into streamers and went to the void.

As soon as the streamer flew out a few zhang, he saw a big black gourd suddenly appear in mid-air, with the mouth of the gourd facing downward, and thousands of golden yellow sand gushed out, which was mixed with black smoke and demon fire, shattering all the streamers that had not yet approached, and then entangled towards the old road.

The yellow sand turned into a sandstorm, and the demon fire turned into a heat stream, directly shrouding the vicinity of the Taoist temple where the old road was located, and the grass, trees, rocks, and remnants of the mud and swamp that were touched by the magic fire and yellow sand turned into countless red and yellow residual smoke, which dissipated with the wind.

"It's a little interesting! It looks like magic sand, but it is mixed with the law of Buddhism, you are the disciple of the Dharma King of the Qing Kingdom!"

"Who are you?" An exclamation came from the location of the black gourd, and a fat man in a red robe, with a face like cinnabar, and a golden hoop on his head, looked at Lao Dao with a horrified face.

"Who is Lao Dao? I want to think about it!" Lao Dao, who had just teased the other party, obviously intended to continue to tease this fat head tuo, and shook off the dust in his hand, and the wisps of qi on the fat head tuo's body were led to the ground, and the original plump figure was a little more slender, and finally when he became a thin head tuo, he said helplessly: "The original name was given up by me five hundred years ago, and now you can call me Dong Ming Sanren!

After speaking, the dust in his hand swung again, and ten thousand points of silver light rose, and when he was about to fall, he heard a Buddha horn sound.

Subsequently, a line of golden light fell from the sky, the golden light was only the thickness of the silk thread at the beginning, and suddenly rose at the moment when the Buddha's horn sounded, paved into a sea of auspicious clouds, steaming and blue, gorgeous, and then the golden light gently waved, showing a white eyebrow hanging down his knees, wearing a big red robe, sitting in the air in the golden lotus young monk, he held a pure gold in his left hand, inlaid with the prayer wheel of the seven treasures of Buddhism, and a round of treasure wheel was suspended behind his head.

The color of the treasure wheel is divided into nine colors, in which the glow rotates endlessly, carefully observe, and you will find that the speed and direction of the glow wheel are not consistent, under the subdivision, the treasure wheel can be divided into nine layers, each layer is a streamer flickering, the runes are dense, countless like countless tadpole fish Wen of the secret pattern of Buddhism, with the streamer turning, burst out of countless colorful glow.

Seeing the falling ten thousand silver light, the monk proclaimed the Buddha's number, the treasure wheel behind his head was brilliant and brilliant, the surrounding auspicious clouds covered the top, the fragrance was full, and the void suddenly turned into a golden world, and at the same time, the nine-fold treasure wheel removed the core one, and the rest of the eight-fold treasure wheel flew out of the golden celestials, dragon gods, Shura, Yaksha, Garuda, Gandharva, Jinnara, Mahurajia and other eight tribes, and then the golden lotus bloomed in the void, and the tranquil fragrance spread in all directions, and pieces of golden light sprinkled out, stopping ten thousand points of silver light.

"Huh?" Dong Ming Sanren looked at the treasure wheel behind the monk's head for a long time, and said in surprise: "It's a little interesting, you actually practice the Dharma of Buddha Mantra to such an extent, if you go further, you can also be called the founder of the sect?"

"It's not as good as a real person who enters the immortal road from humanity, and gains immortality in the immortal road!" The monk looked at the cave Mingsan people with a face full of jealousy, stretched out his hand a little, and a ray of golden light fell, turning into a lotus platform to support the "fat" head, a little golden light blended into it, and after repairing the defects of the origin, he sighed slightly: "I was once in the fixed realm, and I sensed that there would be a person who was in harmony with my Qing Kingdom in the future, and I thought that after saying hello to the same real person, I would act again, but I didn't want my disciple to eavesdrop on my conversation with the general, so I came here first, and I ask the real person to forgive me!" ”

"Eavesdropping?" Dong Mingsanren sneered, and did not break through the trick, and said bluntly: "Since you, the national teacher of the Qing Kingdom, have spoken, I will not continue to entangle with this junior, but I don't leave idlers in Dongyuan Mountain, please leave by yourself." ”

When the monk heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked: "This person is entangled with my Qingguo cause and effect, but he can't let go, and he also asks the real person to open the door of convenience, and allow me to stay here for half a day and arrest him." ”

"Half a day?" Dong Mingsanren smiled, then his face changed, he waved the dust in his hand, and said: "Don't talk about half a day, it's not even a quarter of an hour, just get out of me now!"

A gang wind was born, the monk's face was angry, the treasure wheel behind his head was blazing, he wanted to stop the gang wind, but he didn't want this gang wind to seem strong, but in fact it was soft and wonderful, and swept the surrounding golden void out of Dongyuan Mountain.

"Master, why do you respect that person so much?" Sitting on the lotus platform, absorbing the golden light, the whole person looked like a "fat" head of a golden-bodied Arhat, asking questions to his master, but he didn't want his master to give the slightest answer, he was about to ask again, but the agility in his pupils turned sluggish in the next moment, and after saluting the monks above, he sat on the golden lotus platform and slowly chanted unknown scriptures.

On the other side, after the two of them swept out of Dongyuan Mountain, Dong Ming Sanren said to the other side: "After watching the play for so long, shouldn't you also come out and explain your origin to Lao Dao?"

"Taiyuan Immortal Sect Taiyin Peak Liu Qingyuan, I have seen the real person of Dongming!" At the edge of the Taoist temple, Liu Qingyuan, who was holding the seven-tone wonderful tree, showed his figure, and after saluting the Dongming Sanren, he just stood aside and stopped talking.

"Taiyin Peak?" Dong Mingren paused for a moment, then stared at the Seven Sounds Miao Tree in Liu Qingyuan's hand, and asked, "Who are you Li Mingwei?"

Regarding Dong Mingsanren's question, Liu Qingyuan also paused for a moment, and then replied: "It's the family teacher!"