Although the old ancestor is gone, the Taiqing jade book is still there.

Looking at the white jade page in front of him, Pan Long suddenly felt that the pressure was huge, as big as a mountain.

"This is the heirloom of the Ren family, right, just let me figure it out?" he asked worriedly, "What if it breaks?"

Grandpa was also a little overwhelmed, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Daozu manuscript, if you can get it broken, that's also a skill. He said, "Do you know the origin of this Taiqing Jade Book?"

"Please teach me grandpa. ”

"Legend has it that after the Dao Ancestor became an immortal, he did not stay in the world, and went directly to Kunlun Yujing. The disciples were at a loss, but when they saw that there was a thousand rays of glow in the study, they rushed to take a look and found that all the manuscripts he had written in his life flew out and gathered in the air to form a jade book. ”

"It's the 'Taiqing Jade Book'?"

"That's right. The disciples scrambled for the Taiqing jade book, and there were many real grandmasters among them, and they went all out to make a move, which was really a change of color. Under a fierce battle, the Daozu Mansion was razed to the ground, not to mention that even the ground was dented and turned into a lake. But apart from being opened by everyone, the jade book was not damaged at all. ”

Pan Long was relieved that what a real master couldn't do, he definitely couldn't do.

So he reached out and took down the jade book floating in front of him, and asked, "So...... How many pages are there in the Taiqing Jade Book?"

"I don't know, there are different opinions. "Some say eighty-one pages, which is ninety-nine true," others say fifty pages, and others say six pages because he had six real people under his door, and others say seventeen, twenty-four, twenty-nine, thirty-five, sixty-eight...... There are even three hundred and sixty pages, which is the number of days in the week. ”

"Huh, so much?"

"Anyway, as far as I know, there are at least nine pages in existence. The next page of Chunyang Gate, the next two pages of Yuxu Gate, the two pages of Qingcheng Mountain Qing Palace, the two pages of Jiuhua Mountain Xianmen Sect, and the two pages of Great Xia Imperial Court. ”

Pan Long looked at this page of jade book curiously, only to see that there were countless golden lines on it, but he couldn't see even a word.

"This ...... How do you read it?" he asked.

"Just put it on your forehead. Reputedly. ”

"Supposedly?"

"It's the first time I've seen it in kind, so naturally I can only say it. Grandpa smiled and sighed, and there was envy in his words that could not be concealed.

Pan Long didn't say anything to stimulate his grandfather, and after returning the secret book, when his grandfather left, he went to the bedroom bed and lay down, and put the page of the Taiqing jade book on his forehead.

He suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, but he was in a dilapidated study, and there was an old man with white hair, wrinkled face, so old and withered, that he seemed to be dying at any moment, and he was slowly sorting out the bookshelves.

The old man was not surprised when he appeared, and said lightly: "The books are all here, just read them." ”

"You...... Are you dead or alive?" Pan Long couldn't help but ask.

"Is it important to live or die?" the old man asked rhetorically.

Pan Long thought for a while and shook his head: "It really doesn't matter if you can meet, you can talk, die or live." ”

"It's good to understand. The world is afraid of death, not because of 'death' per se, but because of 'disappearance'. If you turn into a ghost after death, you can still meet your relatives and friends, and you can still chat, even if you have to be afraid of the sun, even if you can't eat and drink anymore, in fact, it is only a little regretful, and it is not so terrible. The old man was very talkative, and said slowly, "Therefore, it is said: Those who die but do not die live." ”

Pan Long was stunned for a moment, his heart moved slightly, and he asked tentatively, "Old man, what is your name?"

"I'm old, I don't remember. ”

"That'...... What's your last name?"

"I'm old, I don't remember. ”

"And what shall I call you?"

"Whatever, the name is just a symbol anyway. ”

"Famous, very famous, right?"

The old man stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him.

"Do you know Zhao Chuyi, isn't that bastard boy dead?"

Pan Long had already guessed a few points, did not answer, and asked again: "Tao is Tao, very Tao, name is famous, very famous." What is the ...... How many people have you taught?"

"The old man doesn't tell anyone what they're told me. The old man turned around and continued to organize the bookshelves, "Whatever you learned this from, don't just say it, especially don't tell us that these old immortals are immortal. There were a lot of people who suffered that bastard's loss at the beginning, and not everyone was as good at talking as me. ”

Pan Long could finally determine that the person in front of him was not the result of some spell, but the phantom of the Supreme Dao Ancestor.

Even, there may be a very close connection between this phantom and the real Supreme Dao Ancestor.

He made a long bow and said respectfully: "Junior Pan Long, meet the Taishang Patriarch!"

The old man didn't reply: "This page of the book should be in the hands of the disciples of Chunyangzi, since you are his disciple, your cultivation is naturally forgetful." Remember to look for books related to your cultivation to read, don't like this when you see this, and like that when you see that. Bite off more than you can chew. ”

"Dare to ask the patriarch, if every page of the jade book can lead to this study, then why divide it into several pages?" Pan Long asked curiously.

The old man snorted angrily: "It's not my group of 'good students' who made trouble!" I left them a book, I wanted them to refer to it together and sharpen each other. In the end, they scrambled for it, and dismantled the books, and even my house was turned into a lake by them! When I encounter this kind of living treasure, what can I do, and can I still choose one over the other? I can only make a new study so that everyone who gets the pages can come in and read the book. ”

Only then did Pan Long know the truth and couldn't help but laugh.

"You didn't tell them any of these things?"

"Tell them, why should I tell them this, those bastards who don't make it will me off!" the old man sighed, "As for the people who come in later, even if they want to talk to me, they have nothing to say." It's just that they ask, I answer, that's all. ”

"If you hadn't known what that bastard boy had told me, I wouldn't have told you much more. It's just like everyone else, you ask, I answer, that's it. ”

Pan Long nodded, indicating that he understood.

Then, he asked his own question.

"Innate aura, acquired aura?" Listening to him give a detailed introduction to his own situation, as well as Ren Changsheng's naming of the two kinds of aura, the old man smiled and shook his head, "Everything in the world is born and destroyed according to the plan, heaven and earth can't last long, and what about people? Where is there any difference between innate and acquired? You just need to know that it's your aura, why bother with how it came from?"

"Then how should I cultivate?" Pan Long asked with some concern, "I have read the secret book of the Taishang Forgetfulness Chapter, and the secret book says that the next step should be to imagine the spiritual light running around the body, growing stronger, and even shining on itself. Do I need to carry the aura like I carry the true qi?"

"Since it is your aura, it is naturally under your command, why do you need to carry it?" the old man asked rhetorically.

"However, I can only feel the aura, but I can't control it. ”

The old man asked rhetorically, "Can you control your hands and feet?"

"Absolutely. ”

"Then why can't you control your aura?"

“...... But I can't control my heart, liver, and internal organs. ”

"Why not? Yes, yes. The old man laughed: "What you have to control is not your own aura, but your own thoughts." Go, go, the old man's book here is not for you for the time being. ”

The scenery in front of him disappeared suddenly, and Pan Long opened his eyes, only to see that he was still lying on the bed, and the jade book was still on his forehead, as if nothing had happened.

He hesitated, then tried to put the jade book on his forehead again.

Nothing happened.

"It seems that the Supreme Patriarch really won't let me go to study for the time being. He rolled over and sat up, muttering to himself, "According to him, since I can feel the aura, I can control the aura—what the hell should I do?"

He returned to the cultivation room, sat down on the futon, and began to feel the aura again.

After a few moments, he smoothly felt the presence of the aura. But as before, it was just to be felt, but there was no way to exert the slightest force on it.

He also tried to make the aura move with his mind, but to no avail, the aura didn't listen to him at all.

"Get moving, get moving!"

"Open Sesame?"

"The Tao is good, the Tao is very good, the name is famous, the name is not very famous. ”

"Contemplating the bodhisattva of freedom, when he walks in deep prajnaparamita. ”

Zi said: Learn and learn from time to time, not to say. ”

"First of all, God said, Let there be light. ”

"I come, I see, I conquer. ”

"All reactionaries are paper tigers!"

"Prosperity, Democracy, Civilization, Harmony and ......"

......

After a long time, Pan Long's mouth was dry, but that flash of aura still didn't move, completely ignoring him.

"Supreme Patriarch, Supreme Patriarch, why are you so fooling people! What do you mean by 'I can control my hands and feet and control the aura'? Where does it listen to my control!"

Complaining is complaining, but Pan Long knows that the Taishang Patriarch will definitely not really fool himself.

People are genuine and virtuous people, and even the unscrupulous disciples who destroyed their houses can tolerate it, so how can they pit themselves as a junior?

No reason.

He sat on the futon and thought silently, and after a long time, finally his upper and lower eyelids fought, and then he lowered his head and fell asleep.

In the dream, he dreamed that the gods and Buddhas of the heavens and many unknown bigwigs surrounded him, holding various weapons such as ring rulers, Zen sticks, sticks, sickles, RPGs, etc., and beat him well. Especially a bearded man in a tuxedo and a short man with a somewhat bald head, left hook and right hook, which made him dizzy and unable to find the north.

The two of them also greeted a person not far away and asked him to join him, but the great man who Pan Long had seen on the banknotes every day in his previous life just smiled and shook his head, and did not participate in this beating of all the bigwigs from all walks of life in the past.

Pan Long screamed and woke up, only to feel that his head and shoulders were a little sore, but it turned out that he fell to the ground while sleeping.