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"Everyone is here to visit the Holy Flower, and one comes first and first. You're late, stand at the end!"

"Don't you see that my brother has already settled down! Enlightenment, enlightenment! Be calm. By the way, boy, get out of here, the place in front of you to meditate is full. ”

The vacant seat on the edge of the cliff was crowded with enlightened people who were meditating and cultivating, and a few immortal cultivators who had not yet settled down saw Cheng Ziming and immediately drove him backwards with a disrespectful speech: "There is no land in front, juniors are standing in the back, don't you see that we are contemplating?"

Cheng Ziming turned a deaf ear to these words, and the first time he saw the flower that never withered, he was deeply attracted by the power of this belief. The blue lotus flower caught his eye, and for some reason, the figure of the witch's maker resurfaced in his mind.

The blue lake, the blue sky, the man who has gone through the vicissitudes of life, passed through countless planes, crossed the vast space, turned over the continuous snow-capped mountains, and saw the blue lotus flower that opened quietly.

The immortal cultivator who was inspired by faith, meditated by the lake for more than ten years, and finally comprehended the way of the holy flower, came to life again from the illusion and appeared in Cheng Ziming's memory.

In Cheng Ziming's memory, he suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and took a step forward with a calm face.

The way of belief comes from the heart, and all perseverance and persistence come from the small seed buried deep in the heart.

The immortal cultivators huddled on the edge of the cliff were still noisy, and they had been arguing endlessly, even going so far as to fight, in order to meditate closer to the sacred flower.

Such noisy sounds are originally the norm in the world, and only the heart with faith can maintain the most ethereal state and block out all noise.

Cheng Ziming seemed to be in a deep valley, empty outside, and walked towards the cliff with no joy or sadness.

He passed over four or five immortal cultivators one after another, and these monks, who had managed to find a place to meditate, immediately quit. One of them shouted: "Senior Feng, this junior is too unruly, obviously his cultivation is so poor, he came too late, and he squeezed forward vigorously, and asked his seniors to teach him a lesson." ”

As soon as this remark came out, it was immediately echoed by seven or eight voices.

So, on the outermost rock of the cliff, a Taoist priest wearing a purple robe stood up, turned around and squinted at Cheng Ziming, frowned slightly, and then the sleeves of his robe flicked out, and a fierce wind went straight to Cheng Ziming's knees like a flying knife.

Cheng Ziming walked towards the cliff as if he didn't see it. The wind struck him like water into a deep spring, and immediately disappeared.

The immortal cultivator of the purple magic robe is just a cultivator at the first level of the Dan, and this level of petty fighting, naturally he can't help a genuine Yuan Infant Immortal cultivator like Cheng Ziming.

"Huh?" Seeing that the blow was ineffective, the purple-clothed monk's face immediately changed, and then he pretended to be calm and said: "Who are you? When you came to the Buddha National Holy Temple, why didn't you follow the rules? When you saw your seniors, you didn't say hello? What kind of immortal are you cultivating? Even the most basic ...... Hey, didn't you hear me?

"It's so unusual. ”

"Where did this wild boy come from?"

"Seal the seniors, teach him a lesson. ”

The purple-clothed monk's face sank, he raised his hand to silence everyone, and said, "I think this person is stunned." The first time I saw the holy flower, I was distracted by excitement. When I wake him up, I'm disciplining his master. ”

After speaking, the purple-clothed monk stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed it on Cheng Ziming's shoulder.

At this time, Cheng Ziming happened to walk to the edge of the cliff, just in front of the purple-clothed monk, he didn't even look at the purple-clothed monk, and still walked calmly and calmly.

"Bold!" The purple-clothed monk realized that he was being ignored, and the fire in his heart was rushing, he had never been offended like this, and the strength of his hand couldn't help but increase to the maximum, he was confident that this palm would shatter Cheng Ziming's shoulder.

The palm that shone with spiritual light stopped at half an inch above Cheng Ziming's shoulder, and he couldn't shoot anymore.

Cheng Ziming passed by the purple-clothed monk.

"I don't believe in this evil!" the purple-clothed monk muttered in a low voice, forced the horror in his heart, and grabbed Cheng Ziming's arm with his palm, five fingers like hooks.

Seeing that the claws were about to grab Cheng Ziming's arm, they suddenly stopped and stopped in mid-air. A smile rose at the corner of the purple-clothed monk's mouth, and he whispered: "Nameless junior, you are looking for death by yourself, why bother me to do it." ”

The cliff in front of Cheng Ziming is a sea of clouds below, on which the birds can't fly, and the wind can't blow. Not to mention that the monk can't fly on the sea of clouds, even a leaf will fall straight down like a stone when it reaches the sky above the sea of clouds.

This characteristic of the sea of clouds, any immortal cultivator who has talked with the host knows it clearly, and the reason why these monks on the cliff who have formed pills and built foundations honestly meditate and contemplate enlightenment, instead of flying directly to the sea of clouds to pick sacred flowers, is because of this.

And Cheng Ziming entered the temple, and went straight to the cliff, and he hadn't even seen the face of the host. The sea of clouds can't fly, and even birds can't fly, he naturally has no idea.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he knows it or not, because at this moment, Cheng Ziming only has the flower of faith that will never wither in his eyes, and he has no idea whether it is a cliff or a cliff, a rock or an air, a flat ground or an abyss. All his energy was on the blue lotus.

In his mind, he kept recalling the step taken by the Magic Lantern Maker on the edge of the blue lake, the senior master, with a calm face and no hesitation.

Since he has something in mind, he will pursue it, even if he is in danger, even if he will never recover.

Cheng Ziming stepped out of the cliff and walked to the sea of clouds.

The purple-clothed monk gasped, it was the first time he had seen someone who could actually pace in the air, what kind of cultivation was this?

No, even if it is a great cultivation, can it be higher than the sacred flower of the Buddha Kingdom? A ban is a prohibition, and no one can break it. However, this person can walk directly in the air without using Edgeworth, what is going on?

Could it be that the ban has long been lifted, and we are all in the dark?

"What's going on?" A foundation building period immortal cultivator couldn't sit still, he took a few steps to the cliff, looked at Cheng Ziming's figure in the air, and asked in a trembling voice: "What bullshit can't fly, we have all been deceived by the host, this must be an illusion, an illusion that flattens the abyss." ”

Another Qi Refining Cultivator also stepped forward and shouted, "Then what are you waiting for, go grab it! Don't let this kid take the first step to pick the Holy Flower away." ”

All the immortal cultivators immediately reacted, and the purple-clothed monk kicked away the foundation building monk who was blocking in front of him, and stepped out of the cliff in one step. And the immortal cultivators behind him were not to be outdone, and they rushed towards the sea of clouds.

Cheng Ziming was not in a hurry, stepping on the void and walking towards the blue lotus. Behind him, on the edge of the cliff, the immortal cultivators who had formed pills, built foundations, and refined qi fell into the sea of clouds like boiling dumplings, and fell into the endless abyss.

The prohibition has not disappeared, and this is not an illusion, only people with faith can go to the Holy Flower.

The blue lotus flower swayed gently, only the size of a fist, but Cheng Ziming saw the whole world from the flower.

He looked at the lotus in silence, and the lotus was equally silent.

He suddenly thought: What is faith?

It suddenly occurred to him that what bloomed in his heart was faith.

The lotus flower suddenly moved, and the blue light instantly illuminated the eyes, wrapping Cheng Ziming's body.

The light shone for only a moment, then vanished. Cheng Ziming nodded slightly, turned around and left.

The flower that never withers can never be plucked, and the flower of faith can only bloom in the heart.

When he left, a small blue lotus flower had already bloomed in his heart.